The idea for this fic just popped into my mind one day

It will be an OC insert after Godou becomes the seventh Campione

Do read and enjoy!


17 May 20XX

An average day at school, a repeating of numerous days that had passed without a single grievance being uttered, an occurrence that had begun when he had reached the age of fifteen last year.

It was something that was expected of the boy's life like almost everything that had happened thus far.

The youth expected nothing to happen and thus accepted all that passes his way. He would not anger other on purpose, keeping to himself unless provoked. That made a friendly person that got along with others to say the least.

Heading home under the sweltering heat of the sun in a tropical country, his uniform clung to him, not unlike what a piece of sticky tape would do.

Listening to his music was his only way of alleviating his boredom and yet the idea of music blaring in his ears just did not appeal to him that day.

His only reprieve was that there was no homework for the day and that the holidays would soon arrive next week, not to mention that the next day would be the start of the weekends.

He increased his pace as he headed home so that he could quickly take a bath and nap till his parents returned from their day at work.

The teenager's parent did not really mind what the boy did on his own free time as long as the boy performed adequately in his academics. That was a blessing and at the same time a curse, a dual edged sword that threatened to tear him from within his heart.

Sometimes the youth would wonder whether there was a purpose to his existence in the world that he lived but would dismiss the notion as soon as it appears thinking back to the motto that he lived his live by: There are no coincidences in the world only the inevitable.

He got it from a show that he enjoyed watching and found that it applied to his life very much. He took it upon himself to live by that motto and carved it upon his very soul, repeating it at least once per day.

Not that the youth does not bother with his life, au contraire, he studied and makes effort in keeping himself up to standards whether in term of studies of physical ability, not that he exceled in either.

The youth was an average person living an average life. He would grow up in a few years, find an average job and eventually marry someone, leading to an average family life.

Finally reaching the apartment building that he and his parents lived in, he took the lift up to the twelfth floor where the flat he lived in resided on. In the lift, he fumbled for his key in his bag, swearing that the multiple pockets located all over his bag were actually portals to another dimension.

It was only when he exited the lift that he finally found his house key. In his elation, he did not notice the person standing in front of him and he so dumbly walked into the person, sending both of them falling towards the ground.

Rubbing his head slightly with his eyes squeezed shut; he apologized to the person in front of him and got a reply that assured him that he did not hurt anyone though will an emotionless voice.

Opening his eyes, he saw her.

It was a girl that had short and straight blue hair who looked like she was around his age, eyes of the same blue shining in the light.

Blushing in shame that he had not noticed the girl before bumping into her, the teenager stood up and offered the girl her hand which the girl took readily. From the small contact, he could that the girl's hands were really soft and that compared to his, they were really small. This immediately made him feel like a pervert and he tried to throw the stray thought out of his mind.

"Sorry about that, were you waiting for the lift?" he asked, still feeling apologetic for his carelessness.

"Nay, I was waiting for someone." She replied in the same emotionless tone.

Taking a good look at the girl, the boy would say that she was dressed oddly. She wore a white coloured hat that was large, of an oval-shape and was soft-looking like cotton candy. On each end on the hat was a strip that seemed to be of the same material as the hat itself, each attached to a red orb that had three thin strips at the bottom. She was draped in a large white cape that almost touched the ground, her height of around 140 centimetres not helping this at all. The cape itself had intricate patterns of gold circles and lines adorning its edge.

Underneath the large cape, the girl wore a white short dress that ended around her knees, which was held to her waist by a red belt that consisted of multiple swirling circles with thin red strings attached to it. The boots that she wore was not surprisingly by now, also white with a chain around each ankle.

"Waiting for someone? Does that person live on this floor?" he asked the obvious question and resisted the urge to slap himself for asking such a question.

"Aye, that is correct." The girl simply nodded her head and replied.

"I…see…I don't think any of the people living on this floor are back yet, if you like, would you come into my house to wait? It is definitely better than just standing here." Argh! The boy was busy scolding himself for phrasing it in such a way, the girl will most likely think that he was hitting on her.

"….."

"….."

"….."The girl was just staring at him with a poker face and the silence was really killing him.

"I-it's alright if you don't want to…."

"No….That would be nice… Thank you for the offer…."

"I-I see…Well just follow me and make yourself at home then."

They entered the house's flat and the girl sat down on the couch while the teenager went to get a drink for the two of them.

"I only have plain water, sorry about that." The boy apologized as he set down a cup on the coffee table in front of the girl.

"It is of no importance, thank you for the concern."

"It's nothing, no need to thank me. You are my guest and a host must always treat his guest kindly." The atmosphere was getting weird and there was nothing to talk about. The girl on his right side of him was just a stranger that he had met today and he didn't want to make a bad impression on others.

"….You are quite the humble person…." The girl states bluntly.

"Thank you? I guess?" the boy was confused at this and did not know how to respond to it. Leaving the girl to her own devices, the boy went to pick up one of the books on his shelf, returning to his seat next to the girl.

Occasionally he would lift and turn his head from his book to look at the girl to see what she was doing and the few times he did, she would always be staring at the sky through the windows with a sad look on her face and emptiness in her eyes.

The sadness and the void that was held within those eyes could be felt by the boy and he wondered just what was the girl thinking about to make her have such a look on her face.

The latest time was when he had just finished his book. Seeing the girl with such a look on her face pained him for some reason.

Then all of a sudden, the girl stood up and looked at the boy who was trying but failing miserably to think of an excuse as to why he was staring at her.

"It would seem that the person I was waiting for would not be arriving anytime soon."

"….I see….So what would you do now?" the boy was sceptical at the statement of the girl, throughout her entire stay of at least two hours, the girl had not done anything other than look at the sky, not even taking out a mobile phone or any form of communication. To say that the person she was waiting for was not coming without a single notification from an outside source was quite unbelievable for the boy.

"I can do nothing except return to where I came from but I will return tomorrow to continue my wait."

"Is that so? Then my house is open for you to rest in till that person arrives if you want to tomorrow." Another mental scolding session happened within the boy, his mind scolding him for blurting out things like that.

"Thank you for the invitation, I will take your offer then."

It was after the strange girl left, her cape slightly fluttering in the afternoon breeze that the boy realized a single fact. From the moment he bumped into her till the moment she left, they still did not introduce themselves to one another.

It was only a small thing but for some reason, the boy had felt no need for such a thing and if his guesses were correct, then the blue-haired girl also feels the same way as him.

Perhaps he would get her name when she came the next day.

That night, sleep was a forgotten thing as the next day arrived.

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18 May 20XX

Today the girl came over again like she said she would.

It was a little over one in the afternoon when she appeared in front of his flat.

She was in the same clothes that the teenager had seen her in just yesterday and it made the boy wondered if she had multiple sets of the clothes.

"I have arrived…As promised…" the girl had said with a hint of a smile.

"It would appear that it is so." Replied the boy with a small chuckle.

The girl was back at where she sat before.

"Did you eat lunch before you came?" the boy asked.

"Nay but is does not matter." She said facing the youth.

"Nonsense. Come over here, I cooked something for the two of us. Lucky for you, I had thought that something like this would happen." The youth's parents were rarely around during meal times due to their hectic work hours and as such the responsibility of obtain his sustenance fell upon the boy's own shoulders.

The boy had gotten tired of ordering take out over the years and decided to start cooking his own meals. The first few times had resulted in something that was charcoal black and barely eatable but over the years, the youth had the time and patience to practice the art and now he could whip up a meal of almost anything you could ask of him.

Today, the boy had decided to cook a meal of spaghetti. Simple, quick and delicious, this three points had made the noodle dish one of his favourites in his arsenal of recipes.

While the girl had objected at first, the boy had stuck to the ideal that going hungry was not an option if he had any say about it and it was not long before the girl sighed and relented.

The two silently ate, each at their own pace. The girl despite having a petite body size was quite an eater, finishing two plates as opposed to the one that the boy had.

With the meal done, the youth asked the girl of her opinion of his culinary skill and was delighted to learn that she had enjoyed it. The two returned to their position on the couch, a new book now lying in the boy's hands while the girl continued to look at the sky.

The boy tried to strike up a conversation but the words just seemed to stop in his mouth. A few times he tried but they ended up the same as the first attempt. He then gave up and returned to enjoying his book.

Not a single word was spoken between the two, maintaining an air of peace and quiet around the room.

Once again, he could see that she still had that sad and empty look in her eyes when he looks up from his book.

Once again, the boy felt pain seeing her like this.

He thought about asking her the reason for her sadness but kept his mouth shut, saying to himself that they were only strangers and that she would not have answered him even if he had asked.

Once again, she stood up and said that the person that she was waiting for would not be here like yesterday just as the boy finished his book.

Once again, the boy invited her back to his flat, allowing her to stay until the person she was waiting for arrived.

Once again, she left after thanking the boy for his invitation and leaving a promise that she will be back again.

Once again, they did not introduce themselves.

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20 May 20XX

Today had been the release of the results from the latest examination that the teenager had taken.

He had talked about it with the girl yesterday when she came over to his flat, yet once again wearing the same white dress, cape and hat.

'Does this girl really like this outfit that much?' he remember asking himself this question, in his mind of course.

He talked about how he was going to receive his results the next day and how worried he was, fearing that he would get a bad grade for his subjects.

"There is no need to fear, a person of your intelligence would most walk down the path of success when you come to that crossroad tomorrow." The girl had said in response to the youth's worries.

The youth could not help but somehow feel encouraged and ready to take on anything after he had heard the words spoken by the girl. She was only a stranger, a stranger that he had met and share a meal with but a stranger nonetheless yet she was able to calm his mind and reassure him like no one has done in a long time.

The last time someone had done so was when he still very young and he couldn't remember it very well. Every time he tried to remember that period of his life, the images would only come up fuzzy.

Filled with courage from the girl's words, the youth felt no fear as he received his report card.

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Returning home as quickly as he could, the youth saw the girl in front of his flat.

"Yo, you kept your promise again." He called out to the girl.

"Aye, I have returned once again."

"Aye and I welcome you once again." The simple exchange between the two of them brought a smile to their faces.

The girl had been showing more and more emotions ever since the youth had saw her last Friday and it made him really happy. Happy for her being able to smile like that instead of wearing that sad and empty look on her face and happy for himself for being able to be the one that brought that smile to her face.

"Have you eaten your lunch?"

"Nay, I was hoping to eat your cooking again." This was an unspoken contract between the two where the girl would come over and eat lunch with the youth till the person she was waiting for arrives or till she decides to leave, strangely that always seemed to happen just after the youth finish reading a book of considerable size.

The two or so hours in her presence had already became a part of his life despite only knowing the girl a few days before hand.

"I received my results today, just thought you would like to know." Conversations were also easier to start now, the awkwardness seemed to have disappeared since yesterday.

"Aye, I remember you telling me that you would. No doubt they were stellar?" The girl asked with a smile that required considerable effort from the youth to tear his eyes away from and reply her question.

"Not say stellar, just a little better than my usual."

"An improvement is not something to be belittled. Improvements are what made us what we are today and we should constantly strive to improve." The girl had surprised him with the lecture but the youth understood where she was coming from.

"I understand what you mean."

A point to note was that the girl no longer looked at the sky with sadness but instead an unexplainable happiness.

"You no longer look sad when you look at the sky now. Did something happen?" it was only a casual question.

"…..nothing….I need to leave now. I will be back, if you would allow it." The girl's voice was urgent and frantic. What caused this, the boy did not know and it would seem that his question had something to do with it.

"No…no… You are always welcomed…"

Once again, the girl had left and they still did not introduced themselves.

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24 May 20XX

It had been a week since the youth had met the girl and since then she would appear in front of his house without fail every day.

She wore the same clothes every day and though the youth was curious about this, he did not ask the girl about it.

When the girl comes over, they would eat lunch together, talk and laugh together and have fun together.

Ever since he had pointed it out, the girl had been showing a wider range of emotions, the emotionless look that she once had was a mask lost in the past and the youth was happy for her show of emotions every time he saw them colour her face.

What was once a small smile had turned into something that was vibrant and more mesmerising each time the youth saw it.

In his average life, the girl was an irregularity and the youth had gladly welcomed the change in his boring life.

It was as if he had found the last piece of a puzzle that had went missing years ago. She fit right into his life and made it all the more worth living.

Once again, she had arrived at his doorsteps.

Once again, the youth would cook for the both of them.

Once again, he would say a few jokes and Hecate would laugh…..

'Hecate? Where did that come from….It sounds so familiar….' The boy's eye had widen in shock at the sudden appearance of the name "Hecate"

"Say….Is your name Hecate?" the boy asked with hesitation.

"….Aye….That is indeed my name but where did you hear it?" the girl asked, amused.

"I'm not sure….It just appeared in my mind for some reason….Arrgh!" A spike of pain had then chosen that moment to surge through the boy's mind, causing him to cradle his head in his hands and let out a cry.

A moment he was holding his head in pain and the next he was being hugged by the girl as she soothed his hair. It did not feel out of place or weird, it felt fitting and that there was nothing wrong.

"Calm down….There is nothing to worry about…." She whispered in his ear as she continued to sooth his hair.

"Hecate? Just who are you? Why does it feel like I should know the answer to that question?" he asked as he was released from the hug. The youth knew the person in front of him but he just did not know from where or when.

"There is nothing wrong with that…You have merely forgotten." Hecate said, a little sadness leaking into her smile.

"I have forgotten? What did I forget?" the boy asked. He needed to get to the bottom of this, he did not know why he was so frantic about it but he just knew that the answer to this was something of the utmost importance.

"Unfortunately, that is something I cannot tell you."

"Why?!" the boy was now an emotional wreak as he tried and failed to cope with the blank that his mind was giving him.

"It is something that you need to figure out yourself." Hecate then pulled the boy into another hug and continued to silently sooth his hair.

Her touch was soft and it greatly calmed him, allowing him to recompose himself. This went on for a while till Hecate released the youth and stood up.

"I need to go now but do you think you could meet me later at the park at around 8?"

"Around 8? I think so but why?"

"Tonight is a beautiful new moon and I have something to show you there, something that might help you remember what was once forgotten."

"I see…..I guess I will you at 8 then."

"Aye, until then…."

Today, he finally got her name but he still did not introduce himself.

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When the youth had finally arrived at the park near his house it was about five minutes away from 8.

He saw her near the edge of a pond, sitting on a bench and looking up at the night sky. Just like she had said, it was a new moon that night and it was only due to the streetlamps that he was able to spot her.

Hecate had described the new moon as beautiful and from what he could see that night, the dark sky did indeed have a certain sense of beauty to it. It was also did not help that he was getting a familiar feeling from it.

"Hecate, I'm here like I said I would."

"Aye, sit down and watch the moon with me."

Seeing no reason to argue, the youth sat beside Hecate and returned his gaze to the dark sky above.

"Say Hecate?"

"Aye, what is it?"

"Ever since I met you, you said you were looking for someone that lived on my floor. Just who is the person that you looking for? Surely that person would have returned home at least once in the entire week, right?"

"Unfortunately for me, the answer to that question is nay. That person has not been home for a very long time."

"Oh….So you came to see that person on your own free will?"

"Aye, for we made a promise to each other…..You kno-"

The earth began to rumble and the sky seemed to quake.

"An earthquake?" The boy called out in shock as the two of them shot right up from their seat. For the youth who lived in a tropical country free from natural disasters for all his live, it was more of shock that it was actually happening and less of fear of what the results to what was about to happen.

"I have found you, cretin!" A voice reverberated through the area, the quaking stopped as suddenly as it had arrived and the atmosphere changed immediately. The voice was old and raspy with the feeling of untold confidence.

The youth turned to Hecate and saw her looking up with fear. His head shot up at looked at what the girl had saw.

It was an old man with an eye patch over his right eye. He had long hair and a full beard, both bleached with from the passing of time. He wore a full body armour, scratches riddling the entire thing. It was dull but was enough to reflect the light of the streetlamps off it.

The sudden appearance had definitely shocked the youth but what was really shocking was that the man was riding a horse and was floating mid-air without a care of the effects of gravity. Upon further inspection the horse had eight legs if the fact that it was neighing and pawing mid-air like it would do on the ground.

"Heretic…. Odin….." the girl was glaring at the horse riding old man with a vengeance.

"Odin!? As in the GOD Odin?!" the youth shouted pointing at the old man.

"Hahaha! It would seemeth that thou has taken a shine on a human and a child at that. What does thou say to that, Hecate?" The old man's voice boomed again.

There was something about the situation and what Odin had said that resonated within the youth, something that he had forgotten since a long time ago.

Pain once again surged through his mind, sending a scream to his lips as he saw an image.

Flashback start

The youth had once been a young child still ignorant to the working of the world.

The boy had just ran away from home after being scolded by his parents. He had kept asking when they would go to the zoo together when his father had scolded him, asking him not to pester them and that the him and his mother did not have time like the young boy to waste to go to the zoo.

That had made the young boy really sad and he decided to run away to the nearby park. He hoped that the kind sister would be there still.

He had met this really kind sister at the park two weeks ago and since then, every time he went to the park he would see that sister there.

He had been riding his bike when he accidently rode over a stone, sending him falling to the ground and scraping his knee. The young boy could stand pain quite well and did not cry out loud even though tears still pooled in his eyes and dropped to the ground.

He just stood up weakly and wheeled his bike while he limped towards the nearest bench. He sat down on the bench and just cried silently as he tried to clean his wounds with his shirt, wincing every time he touched his wound.

"Little boy are you hurt?" it was then when the kind sister had appeared.

"I toppled off my bike and scrapped my knee." He said to the kind sister as he wiped away his tears with sleeves, sniffling slightly.

"Don't worry, I will take away your pain." The kind sister then place her hands over his wounded knee and whispered something. A soft glow then came from her hands and when she removed them, the young boy's knee was all healed.

"Thank you, kind sister!" he had cried out in thanks.

Since then he would go and find the kind sister when he had nothing better to do.

He ran towards the park not caring about his parents, hoping that the kind sister could help him.

He had soon found the sister on a bench and threw himself onto the sister hugging her tightly as he softly cried.

It was then when he heard the sound of a horse neighing and saw an old man riding an eight legged horse.

"Hahaha! It would seemeth that thou has taken a shine on a human and a child at that. What does thou say to that, Hecate?" The old man called out to the kind sister.

"You will not touch him, Heretic Odin!"

"And who is to stop me? Surely not thou? Would you risk your life for a mere human child?"

"Even if it does cost me my life, I will protect him from you, Heretic Odin."

"Just give up and hand me the knowledge that thou possesseth."

"Over my dead body."

There was a great flash and suddenly the old man was gone.

"I have casted a magic spell at the cost of my emotions. It would be able to hold Heretic Odin forever and soon he would break free, returning my emotions to me as the seal breaks." The kind sister says in an emotionless voice but the young boy could still hear the kindness she had.

"So what is going to happen now, kind sister?"

"I would need to go to sleep soon but before that I will cast two spells on you. The first will erase your memories of me and Heretic Odin and the second will make inject spell words of death that are made from your magic into me when I kiss you."

"What? But I don't want to forget about you, kind sister!" the young boy clung to his kind sister in keeping his memories about her.

"Don't worry, we will see each other soon…"

Flashback over

"Joel! Are you alright!?" the girl called out to the youth.

"You…You're that kind sister…"

"I see that you remember now."

"Yeah, so what are you going to do now?" the youth still did not know what was going on but he was not going dwell on that. There was bigger fish to fry after all, a fish named Heretic Odin.

"Sealing wouldn't work anymore, since he has learnt how the seal works in the time that he was trapped in it."

"Then how do we get out of this mess?"

"It is unwise to ignore me, Hecate and Mortal. It would be do thou well to remembereth that."

"Aye that is true." The girl was frantically looking back and forth from Joel and Odin.

"Then allow me to deal out punishment for doing so!" A spear then materialised itself within Heretic Odin's right hand as he drew his arm back. "Fly, Gungnir!" The spear was thrown and it flew towards the youth, homing in on him like a missile.

The boy was stunned. He was frozen with fear and his feats were rooted to the ground as he took in the sight of the divine spear heading towards him.

"Look out!" he heard a voice call and felt himself being pushed aside. There was then the sound of flesh being pierced. This snapped the youth out of his reverie.

Looking to his side, he saw Hecate lying on the floor, the spear's shaft, sticking out of her back while a gold fluid, Ichor that was the blood of the gods flowed, from her wound.

"He-hecate?"

"No need to worry, it just a flesh wound."

"We need to get that spear out of you!"

"Foolish Mortal! That spear is Gungnir! I aimed for Hecate's heart and as such her fate was already sealed the moment Gungnir left my hands!" Time was already ticking as Odin urged his horse to trot towards the youth and the goddess.

"Hecate! Tell me you will be alright!"

"Nay, it would seem that it will not be so."

"B-but what should I do?! I have so many questions I need to ask you!"

"We can start by denying Odin what he wants."

"What does thou mean? I am the chieftain of the gods and what I desire will always be mine! Now explain, wench!"

"Come closer Joel, I have something to tell you."

"W-what?"

When he within arm's range, he was suddenly pulled into a kiss on the lips with Hecate. Surprised and shock overrode all emotion which was then further overrode when he remember what Hecate had said when she had left after sealing Odin in the past

"Hecate! Why did you that!? The spell words-" Dread over took his entire thought process. He knew nothing of what the spell words of death did but he had an idea and he did not like it.

"That is precisely why I did that. Plus I had always wanted you to be the one to kill me for you were the one that I had been waiting for all this time. Don't worry my Guardian, I will back before you know it. Heretic God can never be truly killed." The youth could already start to see the effects of the spell words that was supposedly created from his magic.

Heretic Hecate was dissolving into gold dust. First it was her legs and her spilt blood, then it was her body and finally it was her head and arms.

"Please don't feel sad…At least smile as I leave, please?"

The youth barely forced out a smile when Hecate had totally dissolved into gold dust. Some of it slowly flowed into him, the remainder left in his hands and around him as a shroud of dark energy surrounded him.

"What did you do, Mortal!? What manner of being is thou to deny me what I yearned!? Answer me Mortal!" Odin was livid and kicked his horse into galloping straight at the youth.

"Heretic Odin, wouldn't you say that tonight is a beautiful new moon?" the youth turned from the ground and faced Odin, glaring at the Heretic God with clenched fists as the golden.

"Those eyes…." What Odin saw now were a pair of eyes with a golden triangle within each pupil, glowing in the darkness like a beacon of hope. They worried him and he stopped his horse immediately.

The youth raised his right arm and formed a gun with his fingers, pointing it at the wary Odin.

"As the moon wanes, it bring darkness! That is the truth of the moon!" with the chant of the newly learnt spell words, the shroud of energy gathered at the tip of his pointer. "Good bye Odin." From his pointer, a surge of energy was shot out. It was black with a silver outline and it quickly enveloped Heretic Odin even as the Heretic God tried to escape.

"A tribute to the Goddess of Magic…."

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A Campione – a Godslayer – is a supreme ruler.

Since he can kill a celestial being, he can therefore call on the sacrosanct, divine powers wielded by the gods.

A Campione – a Godslayer – is a lord.

Since the power to kill a deity is in his hands, he therefore looms over all mortals on Earth.

A Campione – a Godslayer – is a devil.

Since of all mortals who live in the world, none can assume a power to match his!

That day, the eighth Campione was born unknown to the world.

That day, a vow was made.

That day, a legend was started.


I will start off this part with introducing Joel's Authorities

He has three at the moment. Two from Hecate and one from Odin

From Hecate: Waning Moon Shroud

An Authority gained from the fact that Hecate is associated with the dark of the moon

When activated, it manifest itself as a shroud of dark energy that surrounds Joel.

This shroud has different uses to it.

It can be gathered at his finger tips for a single shot. this was used in the killing of Heretic Odin

It can be absorbed by others if Joel wills it or by Joel himself to be used as a healing spell

It can also be worn as an armour with anti-magic properties.

It can be imbued into other weapons increasing their destructive power.

The degree of strength in which this authority depends on the whether the moon is waning or not.

As it gets closer to the three nights of new moon, the Authority increases in strength.

During the waxing cycle till the nights of the full moon, the Authority will have the strength as if it is the first night of the waning cycle.

A shroud is generated every day during the waning cycle of the moon which is around 15 days per month and can be stored within Joel himself.

A black cycle with a Roman numeral filling can be seen on the palm of Joel's right hand, telling him how many shrouds he has stored.

From Hecate: Wisdom of the Divine and Mystic

An Authority gained from the aspect of Hecate that was the Goddess of magic.

Being the one that had created magic, resulted her having immense amount of knowledge on the other gods and the mystic arts

Even if the magic used is something that Hecate did not create herself, the magic itself would no doubt trace back to one of the magic that she had created due to her being the origin of magic.

When activated, a golden triangle can be seen in each of Joel's pupils.

It provides Joel with all the knowledge of all gods and magic as well as provides knowledge on the methods on how to counter the magic used which would have been not known to Joel.

Visual or Audio of an Authority, a divine beast or an Artefact related to a certain god is needed for the Authority to provide the relevant knowledge though Audio would provide less information as compared to Visual.

Second hand information gained from the mouths of other people or through the reading of related text is also able to start the process of the Authority providing the relevant knowledge.

From Odin: Gungnir the Spear

An Authority gained from the weapon used by Odin

It manifest itself as an indestructible blood red spear with a three-prong spear head and runes engraved all over it.

It is a weapon that will definitely hit its target.

Once a target has been chosen, the spear will definitely hit it unless it is guarded against and even then it will continue to proceed on its path to hit its intended target.

The target can be changed at will

its ability is activated regardless of which whether Gungnir is used in combat as a melee weapon or when it is thrown

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Well that should be all for now.

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