9I Do Not Own High School DxD
Once more, it's my birthday. And I wrote a little story for it...again. Before I go any further however, I need to point out that I have only seen the Anime of High School DxD, I plan to get the Manga, but have yet to. It takes money, and is (sadly) rather low in my priorities list at the moment
Hope you enjoy.
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Sona Sitri frowned as she looked at her sister.
The normally bubbly and energetic Serafall was currently none of those things. She wasn't even wearing the magical girl outfit she normally preferred.
It hurt Sona, to see her sister like this. Yes, Serafall was energetic, and at times annoying and embarrassing, but she was Sona's big sister, who always looked out and cared for her.
What truly broke Sona's heart, was that she knew there was nothing she could do to help Serafall.
The Great Devil King Leviathan, Serafall was one of, if not the, most powerful devil in the underworld. She had gained her title after the civil war with the Old Satan Faction...but the war had also changed her.
According to their parents, as Sona hadn't even been a thought during the civil war, Serafall had been quite different back then. She'd been more serious, less childlike.
She had been in love.
Ventra Gusion, had been the last of his family. Serafall and he had apparently been madly in love, planning to marry once the civil war was over.
Then Ventra had been killed, dying in Serafall's arms.
Sona often claimed that her sister could destroy Japan if she so much as 'glittered', that claim stemmed from what her parents had told her, and what many devils had forgotten over the centuries since the war ended.
The Pacific Ocean had once held another continent, Atlantis. The devil civil war had, however, spilled over onto the continent, it was where Ventra and Serafall had been fighting when he was killed.
In her grief and rage, Serafall had utterly destroyed it...to the point where there was not even any rubble or artifacts to be found, along with the Continent she destroyed her own men, and the opposing fighters. The only things to survive that day were Serafall herself, along with Ventra's corpse, which she had been holding.
According to their parents, something snapped inside her sister that day.
She was never again that serious, or normal (or rather what passed for normal with Devils).
Since then, while she could still be rational, lethal, and serious at times, she had been more child like. She'd cling to the latest fad, which was currently Magic Girls, and immerse herself in it.
Except, for one day, every year...the anniversary of the destruction of Atlantis, the anniversary of Ventra's death.
The day she wouldn't leave her room, and would simply curl up on her bed, staring at her unused Queen.
The evil piece system hadn't been created yet at the time of the civil war. By the time it was, well, it was too late for Serafall to revive Ventra. But there was no doubt in her mind what piece Serafall would have made her lost love.
It was the one day a year, where not even Sona could get a response from her sister...no matter how much she tried. All she'd get was a hug, and a mumbled thank you, when her sister eventually left the room.
Still, Sona would try and cheer her sister up.
While she had never met Ventra, she loved her sister. And while she may not admit it, especially when Serafall was being her normal self, she'd do anything to make Serafall happy again.
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I hope you enjoyed, even if it's a bit sadder than my usual birthday one-shots.
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