Alcor ambled around the streets of Tokyo, observing the interactions of humanity. He had always been interested in the way that they milled about, pretending as though they were important. Any sentient being with a slight modicum of intelligence could easily notice that their life was nothing more than a speck of dirt under the universe. Of course, he had tried to understand, only to be met with disastrous results. The people called him a stranger, a psycho, a wierdo. He was none of those, but instead a Septentrione. Of course, it's not like he could just go around shouting that like he had back in the 1400s... Those were fun times, when he could just claim divine origin and people would listen, no questions asked. Fun times, fun times, although it had gotten boring quickly.
Of course, in this day and age, Alcor was finding it hard to so much as avoid getting run over by cars when he didn't want to be conspicious and fly as he desired.
As he sat atop a tower ledge, looking down at the human city, Alcor sighed. He was well aware that the Hotsuin family was plotting something, and had locked him out of the loop. He was even more aware that Polaris was going to wipe humanity in a time not too far off. He was torn. Should he give humanity a chance to fight fate, or should he simply fulfill his purpose as a Septentrione?
Alcor, was under no illusions; he was well aware that any open defiance would be quashed immediately by Polaris. He was also aware that the Hotsuin clan would almost certainly not trust him, and simply attempt to use him for their own ends. Of course, attempting to make a third party would take more time than he had available, unless... He was to leave them to their own devices. The humans had proved resourceful before, and they might be able to handle demons as they had in the past. Of course, there would be trials for them to go through first. At the very least, they'd have to have spiritual aptitude. Let's not waste time on the ones that can't do anything.
Even then, a medium would be necessary as well... One can't simply summon demons without a spell, and humans these days were rather averse to magic. They'd become close minded in their pursuits of knowledge, but their advances had given them some interesting tools to work with. Alcor perused over the items, and paused over the cell phones. They were lightweight, versatile, could handle large amounts of energy and data, as well as connect information between sites nearly immediately.
Well, with that decided, Alcor set about designing a spell that would enable the humans to fight their impending fate. With luck on their side, they stood a fighting chance. That is, if they could unite the will of the species...
That also leaves the idea: what would this spell be called?
"Ah, Nicaea..." It was an old name. Very old. Humans liked such names. Well, given the circumstances, of course they'd like one such as 'City of Victory'...
Alcor sat back down on the ledge he had been perched upon.
"So, what should I do with my time now...?"
He drummed his fingers against the concrete as he hummed.
"Yes, I think I'll go to Hawaii. I hear it's nice there. Hotsuin can have Japan for the time being."
With those words, Alcor flew off, still forming plans for Nicaea in his head.