Born In The Shadow Of Mystery And Raised In The Light Of Knowledge. (DXD FANFIC)

A Draconic Transformation

Months After the Gremory Party and his 16th Birthday

It was late into the night, and though Issei was supposed to be asleep, he had once again found himself atop the roof of the Gremory mansion. This time, he'd come with no book in hand, no training exercises in mind, no secret plan to work on his skills. Tonight, he was simply there, gazing out at the quiet landscape under a blanket of stars.

The night air felt heavy, mirroring the uneasy weight in his chest. Tonight was much like the last few—restless, tense, as if some unseen shift were just on the horizon.

In the supernatural world, sixteen was more than an age; it was a turning point, a rite of passage when the last barriers of potential broke down. For Issei, this meant that his draconic nature, the part of himself that had always felt just out of reach, was now close, waiting for the right moment to take hold.

However, that didn't mean he knew exactly when such would be the case, when the urge to finally transform into his draconic form would come for the first and final time. 

I say first and final because what he was experiencing, this uneasiness in his stomach that was quite similar to the feeling of wanting to puke but never actually reaching the point of doing it, was a one time thing. 

He felt it in the day but since he was awake it proved no issue. Where he to need to transform he would simply do so. But he also felt it during the night. . .and that alone was just another excuse not to sleep. 

After he transformed for the first time it would then automatically become second fashion to him. His draconic DNA would kick in, a few changes in his body would occur and then he would truly be a dragon. Mostly so. 

His affinities would finally pop, his touch with mana would improve even more so, his senses would kill him for a few minutes but would ultimately prove to be much better than any sensing magic around and a few more minor things. 

In normal Issei fashion he was not one to really wait around and as he. . .waited around he begun to lift a few of the objects he could sense nearby. Chairs, tables, books, teacups, all in rooms that were empty of course. 

The feat alone was quite the accomplishment but since only he knew about no one was there to tell him so. And so he thought it was nothing more than just a neat little trick he could do. Such had become the case for a lot of things. 

In these late times where he didn't sleep, even if he should have been doing so, he was learning things and testing things that were admirable and at some times fascinating. 

Since no one knew however, it didn't matter. He didn't see anything special in being able to do oh so many things and so why would anyone else? After all, what was so special about a man that could not silent cast from the age of sixteen? 

What was so special about a man that was unable to crack a book that has never been truly deciphered? What was so special about him? 

He didn't see it. Even if Grayfia, Venelana, Sera, Sirzechs, Zeoticus and oh so many tried to hammer it into his brain. . .he could not see it. He only saw an average dragon boy, that had the funds and help to get better training than most. 

Hence why he was rather excited for his first stray hunt that was coming up. . .a chance to actually do something proper. To prove to them. . .that knew what he was capable of, what he could accomplish. 

As time passed and he got more and more sore from holding up almost everything inside the mansion a silly idea popped into his head.