DW DxD Prologue Remastered

Prologue - The Last Stand

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In the cold silence of deep space, where the stars stretched through an endless void, a single cruiser drifted, scarred, smoking, and bleeding fire from its ruptured hull. Chasing it like wolves circling wounded prey, ten massive warships bore the crimson insignia of the Matic Empire.

Each second, the void shuddered with thunder as volleys of plasma fire and magic shells rained down on the lone ship.

Inside the bridge of the Diabo Alliance cruiser, the air was thick with smoke and the stench of burnt ozone. Sparks showered from ruptured panels, alarms screamed without pause, and the trembling floor plates rattled like the heartbeat of a dying beast.

“Captain, shields are failing!” The XO’s voice was hoarse from shouting, sweat streaking his soot-stained face. “We can’t take another barrage like that!”

The captain gripped the railing that circled the command deck. His eyes were locked on the tactical display where enemy ships encircled them like vultures. His jaw was set, but his voice carried calm steel.

“I know,” he said. “But we cannot, we will not, let the Dimensional Watch fall into their hands.”

Another impact rocked the cruiser, throwing officers to the deck. An explosion bloomed from the aft viewport, the reflection flashing across wide, terrified eyes.

“BOOM!”

Panels blew out, showering sparks. Red emergency lighting bathed the bridge, making every face look like it belonged to a soldier already halfway to hell.

“Engineering to bridge!” A mechanic’s frantic voice cut through on the comms. The screen flickered to life, showing a young man with grease smeared across his cheek, his eyes wide with desperation. “The magic core’s cracked, and the main engine’s gone! She’s dead, Captain! We can no longer escape!”

The crew stiffened.

“The ship won’t last five more minutes!” Someone cried.

The bridge trembled as another barrage slammed into the cruiser, showers of sparks raining from overhead. The crew scrambled, shouting over alarms.

“Captain!” The comm officer called, her face pale as she stared at her console. “We’re being hailed. The Imperial flagship demands connection.”

The XO scowled. “It’s a waste of time. They just want us to grovel and beg at their feet.”

The captain raised his hand. “Put it through.”

Static flickered across the main viewscreen before resolving into the sneering visage of an armored figure. His black-and-gold uniform gleamed, the insignia of the Matic Empire blazing across his chest. His eyes burned with cruel amusement.

“Captain of the Diabo Alliance cruiser,” The general drawled, voice deep and arrogant. “Your ship is crippled. Your fleet is gone. You’ve fought well enough, but this is the end. Surrender the Dimensional Watch, and perhaps I’ll allow your crew a quick death instead of the slow agony of the void.”

Gasps rippled across the bridge. The young helmsman clenched his fists, his face burning red with fury. “That bastard—”

“Quiet,” the captain ordered, his tone calm as stone. He stepped forward, his figure framed in the blood-red glow of emergency lights. “General, you want the Watch?” His eyes narrowed, voice low and sharp. “Come and take it.”

The general’s smirk faltered. “Defiance to the end? Foolish. The Watch belongs to the Emperor. Your resistance changes nothing. All your sacrifice will be dust.”

The captain leaned in closer, so his weathered face filled the screen. “Maybe. But this dust will make you choke on it.”

He cut the transmission with a gesture, the screen going dark. For a moment, only the alarms wailed.

The captain closed his eyes for a heartbeat, steadying himself against the chaos. He could hear his own heart pounding, feel the weight of his crew’s lives pressing down on him. ‘This is it. No reinforcements. No miracles. Just us.’

When he opened his eyes again, his voice carried quiet finality. “It’s been an honor fighting alongside all of you.”

The words landed like a blade through the silence. Officers glanced at one another, pale and shaken, but none contradicted him. They all knew.

“Captain… what are you planning?” The XO asked, his voice trembling but his spine straight.

The captain looked toward the sealed vault at the back of the bridge. The faint glow of layered runes pulsed there—the protective housing for the artifact they’d risked everything to protect.

“The Watch,” He said. “The Emperor wants it. With it, he could send his armies anywhere,across the stars, across whole worlds. Civilizations would fall before they even realized they were under attack. If he gains it, all we’ve fought for… will be for nothing.”

“Then do we destroy it?” Asked the comm officer, her voice breaking on the last word.

The captain shook his head slowly. “No. It cannot be destroyed.”

A young helmsman slammed his fist against his console. “Then what good are we doing here!? We’ll just hand it to him when we die!”

“Not if it’s somewhere he cannot reach.” The captain’s eyes hardened. “We launch it to Randomized coordinates. Let the Watch disappear into the unknown. Even if it takes millennia, it must never fall into his grasp.”

The bridge fell into heavy silence. Some of the younger crew looked shaken, others resolute. The XO gave a firm nod, eyes blazing with understanding.

The captain turned to his people one last time. “We fight not for survival, but for denial. If we fall, let it be known we held the line, for every world the Emperor has yet to conquer.”

The words lit a fire through the crew. One by one, they began shouting, voices overlapping.

“For the Alliance!”

“For our fallen comrades!”

“For home!”

The captain gave a grim smile. “Do it.”

The helmsman’s trembling hands steadied as he punched in a course—straight into the heart of the imperial blockade.

Engines roared to life. The wounded cruiser shuddered as it hurled itself forward, flames trailing like the last defiant breath of a dying dragon.

“Enemy flagship targeted!” the weapons officer cried.

“Then we take them with us.”

The captain’s grip tightened on the railing. ‘If this is our grave, let it also be our victory.’

In the cargo bay, a pod sealed with runes hissed as its launch sequence engaged. Inside, the Dimensional Watch lay within layers of shielding, humming faintly with a power that felt alive. With a burst of magic thrusters, the pod fired into the void, vanishing into the darkness of infinite stars.

Back on the bridge, the targeting reticle locked.

“Brace for impact!”

The XO stood tall beside his captain. “See you on the other side, sir.”

The captain gave a final nod.

The cruiser slammed into the Matic flagship, erupting in a blinding explosion. A sun was born and died in an instant, white fire devouring metal and flesh alike. The shockwave rippled across the void, scattering smaller vessels.

And far away—light-years from the slaughter—the Dimensional Watch slipped quietly through space-time, guided only by a desperate line of randomized code.

It fell, unseen, through the veil of worlds.

Toward a quiet planet with a blue sky. Toward an ordinary boy who would one day awaken to an extraordinary destiny.