1- Where no Campione has ever been before.
To be honest, Godo´s childhood dream was to be a professional baseball player, and not to become a Devil King, the strongest of his era and the only one that defeated the King of the End.
Cool titles and all that, but honestly, Godo tried to be as normal as possible; he soon learned that it was a futile effort, but still, he tried his best.
However, something that he must confess, that the fact that he was incredible lucky and blessed, for only through the pains and battles that he faced as Campione, did he meet the loves of his life. Yes, in plural, more than one; eight to be precise. Erica, Yuri, Liliana, Ena, Lucretia, Luo Hao, Annie and Hippolyta; Godo challenged gods for these ladies, and he would have done it as times as necessary, after all, he loved them with all his heart, even if he was a dense motherfucker at the beginning and need a serious reality check to recognize that the mere idea of losing any of them was his worst nightmare.
Unfortunately, it did happen.
It all begun when the King of the End finally awoke and started his campaign of eliminations of all Campiones and the changing of the era. In layman terms, he was going to kill all Campiones and produce enough natural disasters to change forever the world as it was. Godo would have paid no mind if the King of the End cleansed the world a little; humanity was not something that Godo had a lot of faith on, not after a lot of shit that he witnessed as he traveled with his girls, establishing a more organized and coherent magical world; but Godo likes to be alive and natural disasters are never funny, even less when you are at the wrong end of one.
For a young Campione, barely three years of being one, nothing compared with Voban or Luo Hao who has been Campiones for centuries, Godo was; and not to toot his own horn; possible the strongest Campione of his era.
His career began when he was tasked by his grandfather to deliver a stone tablet to an old friend of him on the island of Sardinia, in Italy. Godo considered it bothersome, but he understood that his grandfather was not in condition to made any long travels and after picking up the stone tablet, Godo embarked in the next plane to Italy, eager to solve this delivery as soon as possible. Then he meet a blonde bombshell of a knight, Erica Blandelli, and her poor maid, Arianna; whose driving skill were worthy of a Mad Max movie; that almost mug him, play games and pass the afternoon with a God of Victory, saw the wrath of the Mediterranean Sea, defied both Gods into a death battle and finally meet Lucretia Zola, a Witch of more than a hundred years of age that look not a day beyond her early twenties.
Lucretia, Erica and Arianna tried to prepare him for the battle ahead, giving him a crash course on the roots of the myths of Melkarth and Verethragna, the two Heretic Gods that Godo has challenged after shoving his foot in his mouth. However, Godo felt something calling to him, one of the oldest, more guarded relics that Lucretia had in her basement. A vial of blood from the oldest Campione, the one that fought with the King of the End to a draw, where both were destroyed. Godo; even today he was still asking himself what on earth he was thinking; drunk the contents of the vial.
Through blood, shared blood, from Magnus, to Uldin, to Godo, blood shared trough the ages, the blood of Campiones, the blood of Golden Kings that stood at the top of their eras, through unmatched strength and cunning. Kusanagi Godo, meet Magnus Blacksson the Oldest One, the strongest Campione of his era and his ancestor. Magnus informed Godo of how he was one of the few that could drink the Blut, the blood in Old Norse, as Godo was his descendant, and gain temporary but strong enough powers to match a Heretic God, unfortunately, the Blut will kill him, as he was a mere mortal.
Empowered by the Blut, Godo took the Grimoire of Prometheus and challenged Verethragna and Melkarth. Godo was the first one to surprise when he managed to actually defeat them, being received by Mama Pandora and becoming the Seventh Campione of his generation. And quite the baptism he received, he earned three Authorities in one swoop. One from Magnus, through the Blut, another from Verethragna, and the last from Melkarth. On a side note, Godo was rewarded by Lucretia, Erica and Arianna with a wonderful foursome, that left him smiling like an idiot for days.
That was his awakening as Campione, and from then on, Godo´s most clever move, was to throw logic and common sense out of the window. Campiones are irrational at their core, otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to challenge and much less defeat a bloody god. Godo went with the flow and perhaps through the influence of the Blut in his veins, he simply become accustom with the ideas and behaviors of the different Magical Communities of the world.
Three years later and with seven more Authorities under his belt; all of them fully mastered; Godo faced the King of the End at the top of his palace of Virmana, trying to put an end to the menace to his life and the rest of the world, as the King of the End, was an Era Changer, meaning, his mere presence would turn the world into a spin that will left it utterly unrecognizable. It happened in the past, and only when he was defeated by Magnus, the Oldest One, did humanity survived another Era. It was Godo´s turn this time and he pretended to defeat the bastard.
But when Godo faced the King of the End, Godo had to use his triumph card, the Authority that he obtained from Cu Chulain, the legendary power of the Irish hero called [Riastrad], a twisting power that would sum and empower all the Authorities of Godo into one terrific and demolishing entity, never stopping until everything in his wake was reduced to a bloody pulp. The problem was how[Riastrad] turn him into a monster of unstoppable might, but little else, all his mind is focused on destruction, nothing else matters. Friend, foe or a stone in his path, everything was destroyed, without mercy, remorse or piety. That was why Godo never used [Riastrad], his worst fear was to actually injure or even worse, any of his girls when he was in this frenzied state of mind.
Against the King of the End?, both alone in the top of Virmana?, kiddy gloves were off and Godo has little problems to smash the bastard with all he had; on the other side, Godo had zero recollections of what on earth happened, he just awoke in a barren land, in the middle of nowhere; worst of all was the ominous purple sky. Godo has barely dug himself out of the crater that he made on his fall, barely surviving thanks to [Archetype of the Strongest]; an Authority from Melkarth that made Godo impossible strong and resilient; when a horde of monsters of some kind, jumped at him, ready to butcher him.
Godo didn't even broke a sweat, summoning Tyrfing from his [Dvergar Forge]; the gift of Magnus that allow him to summon items made by the Dvergar of old; and proceed to butcher them like cattle. The cursed sword sang in joy, its golden colored flame blade reap the monsters with easiness, fulfilling its purpose; to kill, kill and kill without pause, the sword never misses, it will cut through flesh and bone like it is paper, must always kill before being sheathed again and its wounds would not heal unless some serious divine healing intervened. After the second dozen or so of corpses, the monsters started to realize that they have bite more than they could chew and changed tactics.
In a spectacular show of pyrotechnics, they summoned hundreds of magical circles and toss spells at Godo. Godo´s innate magical resistance was more than enough to ignore the barrage of spells, but Godo´s Authority, [Sigil of Baphomet] activated and for the amazement of Godo, he suddenly discovered that these monsters were devils. The lamest, weakest, devils that he has ever meet, but devils nonetheless. Anyhow, the [Sigil of Baphomet], show Godo how the devil magic work and Godo answered to the barrage, with a barrage of his own, activating a massive magical circle; taking the appearance of the icon of his Authority, and provoked a devastating explosion of magical energy that vaporized the horde, leaving only ashes and the occasional mutilated corpse from the blade of Tyrfing.
Exhausted but determined to discover what the heck was going on, Godo called forward his loyal steed, with the few divine power that he has let; Vaettfang materialized in a second, the humongous Grimm dog, the size of a warhorse, let Godo climb on him and then he started to run into the nearest shadow, entering on it and exiting hundreds of miles away from the crater.
Vaettfang was the steed of Wotan, the Heretic God that Godo defeated and usurped the [Wild Hunt] from. In a nutshell, Godo can summon Grimms and Vaettfang, to hunt down anything that he wanted, not even souls or ghost are able to escape from the black hounds. The alpha of the pack, Vaettfang doubled as steed for the master of the hunt, in this case Godo. The Grimm was easily traversing miles in a second, as Godo tried to catch his breath and piece together what the heck was going on.
This was not the Netherworld he knew, in fact, this was notably welcoming for an Underworld, not to mention the monsters were almost parodies of the monsters that Godo saw in the different realms he traversed when he has trapped in the Netherworld, looking up and down for a way to save Erica. As Vaettfang moved all over the place, through air, earth, water and shadow, Godo become even more confused, as he was seeing cities in the distance. And he was not talking about citadels of sin where dammed souls were tortured by devils, but honest to good cities, with people working, agriculture, cattle running around in big fields; odd cattle, but cattle nonetheless. They had plumbing, street lamps, carriages coming and going.
Campiones are known for being irrational, but Godo was at the end of his wits at this image. This was not any kind of hell that he has ever found in any Grimoire or tome or mythical codex of any kind, frankly, half of the Black-Copper Cross priest and holy men would have a stroke at the picture. There is little need to say that Godo´s curiosity was picked to the max by this strange Underworld, however, he was tired and need a space where to rest for a while. Thankfully, Godo was in possession of several items that would help him a lot in that regard.
There was a tale among the old Norse, about how the Dvergar, supreme craftsmen and artisan, had a very low birth rate, and how each children was more precious for them than anything else; one day, a humble fisherman, saw a dvergar and his child drowning in the river and the fisherman row to them, saving them from drowning in the cold waters. The older dvergar, eternally grateful, gifted the fisherman with all the magical items he carried; the fisherman said that there was no need of reward, that he has not done it for any reward, but the dvergar said that he didnt understand that for them, children are more valuable than anything, and the fisherman has now made two friends for life. Among the items that the dvergar gifted the fisherman, there was two that has saved Godo bacon more than once, even if they are not useful in battle.
One was a ring that attracted wealth; it was far from Andavaranut, the ring of Fafnir; but enough to be tremendously useful to never have money problems; a black stone with a leather lace, as long as Godo bound the stone to his hand, he would be invisible; and finally a three colored prism, hit the yellow side and the sun will appear, hit the blue side and rain will fall and hit the red side and fire would appear.
With the ring and the leather laced stone in his hands, Godo could move into the city undetected and with luck, find some kind of money that would help him to rent a place where he could crash for a while and recover from his injuries and tiredness. Considering that he was in hell, either he has died against the King of the End or they have killed each other like Magnus did in the past. Godo refused to think that he has lost against the bastard, [Riastrad] may appear to be mad rage, but it was far from that, it just focused all the aspects of the mind into one single task, that was exterminating everything in his surroundings.
Anyhow, Godo entered into the city, and soon noted the tense atmosphere that seem to cover the entire location. In his travels with his girls, it was not the first time that Godo entered into a location that was considered a warzone, most of the times, his own divine power was more than enough to scare the shit of any possible muggers or conflicts nearby; even at an instinctual level, humanity knew when do not provoke the sleeping dragon, bullets can do squat against a volcanic eruption, a tsunami or a landslide, and Campiones are practically living disasters.
But on this occasion, Godo was trying to be as discrete as possible and that means that he was seeing the city trying to made a living and still, be on constant guard, like they were going to be attacked in a second notice. This was like Afganistan all over, Godo had to travel there, as it was the last known location of Madame Aisha, and only thanks to his [Sigil of Baphomet] managed Godo to cross the bloody city, under a cloaking spell, trying to made as less damage as possible to the place, even if the humans were doing their best to bash each other skulls. Madame Aisha was a bloody idiot that intervened, making an entire city raise in arms and increasing the already more than voluble situation, unfortunately, she managed to anger Savitr, a Heretic God. At the end, Godo ended up traveling to the past and fighting his ancestor Uldin and the King of the End, awakened long before it was due.
Godo experimented war in those years, brutal, violent war, nothing like the modern warfare, where firearms are the great equalizer and anyone with a gun could be as lethal as a trained warrior; in those dark ages, things were severely different, although, it allowed Godo to test his own fighting skills, find them sorely lacking, once he was not benefiting of the effects of his Authorities. Luckily, Uldin was a great master and after a decade of constant fighting, Godo was a weapon master and could return to the present with his girls, as if not a week has pass.
Under his invisibility, Godo explored the city and thanks to the ring, he did found and abandoned Manor of some kind. In the past property of a Pure-blood Devil that has died in a Fallen Angel raid, if what Godo read in the tombstone of the garden of the abandoned manor was correct. Once inside, Godo cleared the basement, finding a tiny safe box with some money and jewels; possibly the emergence money of the previous owner; and setting camp for a while. Protected by dozens of spells and wards, [Sigil of Baphomet] was useful as that, Godo finally let reality hit him like a train, and he would confess that he cried like an abandoned child.
Godo refused to believed that he has failed, but without any further proof of the opposite, he would act on the supposition that somehow, the King of the End has killed him and send him to Hell; as odd as this Hell could be from his point of view.
Considering who the King of the End was, Godo should have ended in Naraka, the Hell of the Hinduism set of beliefs; on the other hand, if Godo was death, he should have ended in the Netherworld, with Mama Pandora or in Yomi, perhaps even in Valhalla thanks to Magnus´ Blut. But instead, he was in this Hell, so similar to a European fifteen century city that it was not even funny. This was totally opposite of what Godo expect, not to mention that nothing so far has give him the slightest sensation of danger, not divine power or even strong magical power.
There was magic abound, but the level of that magic was akin to a powerful knight of a magician organization. Child´s play for Godo, in truth even the monsters that he exterminated were a step higher than anything he was sensing. Unable to understand what was going on, and mentally exhausted and desperate at the loss of the woman he loved and his family; Shizuka, good, crazy, boosy, Shizuka, was going to kill him as soon as she could put her hands in his stupid big brother; Godo surrender to the exhaustion and feel like a log, letting his magic and Campione body work on the damage of his body.
Once he awakened, and realized that the sky was as purple as the first time he looked at it, Godo moved into the city; hidden under the leather laced stone of invisibility and half a dozen of cloaking spells; ready to observe the day to day of these devils, if they could be called like that. At first sight, Godo realized that they were not so different from the peasants that he observed under Uldin regime in the past, but they lacked the confidence and security that those had; instead, Godo could almost sense the fear that permeated their actions, like they were ready to bolt and run at the slightest provocation.
Listening to the people around, Godo learned that he was in the domains of the Valefor Clan, one of the seventy-two pillars of the Underworld. That throw him into a loop, this hell was based on the Ars Goetia, but at the same time, when mentions of the Four Satans appeared; Four Satans?, as in more than one Devil with the same title or something?; Godo´s confusion just grow bigger and bigger, anything in this Underworld lacked any bloody sense. Godo´s mystic knowledge was totally different from this, the Seventy-two Pillars were wrong, there were Devils in there that do not belong there, not to mention the Satans, the Fallen Angels, heck even the bloody Angels were all wrong. On the other hand, Godo knew that it was not new for humanity to mix and fuse all kind of myths and made a new one; Melkarth was a prime example, from a Phoenician God to the Demon Beelzebub, who by the way, was one of the Four Satans here.
Walking around and doing all kind of errands in the process; hiding his presence with a memory altering spell; Godo bought a lot of necessities and all the material he could find to set shop and made some new clothes and gear, all in order to explore this new land. It was a harsh lesson, but Godo has grown too accustomed to the Rock Start treatment that the magical world offered to him. He was King after all, but here, he was another stranger, in the middle of war that he knew little to nothing at all about. So, Godo will pick up a page of Annie´s book and fabricate himself a persona; that would allow him to move around freely as Godo and still act as Campione when the situation demands.
Back into his camp inside the basement of the manor, Godo discovered; much to his joy; that the plumbing of the manor still worked and that allow him to bathe, cleaning all the grime, filth and dry blood that his body had. After a battle with the King of the End and the horde of whatever, he has only slept, cried and slip into several shops, discretely buying clothes, food, tools, etc; good thing the cloaking spells on him did hide smells too.
Godo cleaned himself from all the filth that he had and took a good look at his body, looking for any wounds of scars that the battle against the King of the End could have left him, and much to his relief, he did not find any major deformity or absence of pieces.
Godo knew that he was in great shape, the Blut of Magnus and the blessing of Pandora, empowered him to his perfect state, but the Blut did make some changes to him, namely, Godo had a more Caucasian features, Godo looks like the children of a Japanese and a Caucasian, standing on six feet and six inches tall and built like a gold medalist swimmer. All her girls, specially Luo Hao; who had a muscle fetish the size of the mountain on where she resided; always enjoyed how Godo was capable of left male supermodels as ugly ducks. Godo had black eyes and black hair, however, since the Blut, he had to shave his beard quite often.
Cleaning himself, Godo activated [Dvergar Forge], the gift of his ancestor; and fellow Campione; Magnus, and used all the clothes and materials he has bought or stole, to made himself some nice clothes and items. Taking mental note of using the Authority to store a lot more mundane things, and do not only store weapons and magical ingredients and Grimoires. He lacked anything resembling clothes or cleaning supplies inside the Andavaranut, the ring of Fafnir that granted and stored all his wealth, but called forth the greed of anyone that sees the ring. Godo was always exceptionally careful about summoning the ring, no one of his girls or loved ones, has ever seen the bloody thing, last thing he need was to deal with the curse hitting one of his girls.
Having the divine skills of a Dvegar, allow Godo to tailor and craft quite the wondrous items to go along with the persona that he was going to use, exploring this strange Underworld. First of all, Godo was going to craft a mysterious persona, always masked and sharply dressed; Annie would have approved; and using [Insane Rush], or the spell variant that he crafted after being hit by the curse by Lancelot/Hippolyta, the first time they meet.
Speaking of her, Lancelot Du Lac was female; another of those occasions on where humanity screw it badly with the tales and legends and turned a powerful [Steel Goddess], possible Hippolyta or Antiope; into a man, a knight of the round of Arthurian Legend. She became the tenth Authority of Godo, residing in his left arm, contrary to Ama-no-Murakumo who resided in his right arm, but he lost his partner when he sent the sword to Ena, to protect her and the rest of his girls from whatever could be waiting for them at the end of the desperate [Fairy´s Corridor] that Madame Aisha opened to escape from the defenses of Virmana.
Since he awoke, Godo has tried to reach for Hippolyta; but even if her powers where there, Godo has not yet located her conscience, and he was not going to call her forth, just in case her conscious was obliterated by the myths of the world and turn her into the more famous version of Lancelot Du Lac. She was sleeping for now, perhaps recovering from the ordeal of the [Riastrad], it was not clear how that drastic transformation could have affected her; for the moment Godo would let her sleep, if she has not awoken after some time, Godo would try some spells to see if he could awake her conscience and establish her as she was without losing [Lance of the White Knight].
First thing in the new persona, hiding Godo appearance, and for that, Godo crafted a golden mask, an empty, golden surface that would reflect whoever is looking at it, without revealing anything of Godo. Of course, from Godo perspective would be as if he didn't have the mask on, with perfect vision, protection against gases, sound, flashes and camouflaging his voice into a deeper, almost animal like voice. Then he would dress with a sharp, pitch black, suit of English cut; something akin to what that bastard of Alec, The Black Prince, would dress on a solemn occasion, Godo may hate his guts, but Alec had exceptional taste in suits; with a golden tie and rune covered with gloves. The final detail will be an officer cape made of golden scales, that hung from his shoulders to the ankles.
Personality speaking, Godo would affect himself with an [Insane Rush] of lesser potency and pray to Pandora that he did not go to far. When Hippolyta hit him with it, Godo lost any inhibitions, becoming as warmongering as his friend Salvatore and more than eager to enjoy carnal activities with his girls, not even holding back; in fact, now that he thought about it, it was as if Uldin has reincarnated into him, and that though made him shudder. Uldin was a powerful warlord of the darkest ages of Middle East, it would be like releasing Attila the Hun all over again.
Godo was very satisfied with his work, even if he knew that he could be accused of having Middle School Syndrome to the eleven, but he didnt care, this persona would be perfect for dealing with the devils with a bang, leaving the timid and shy Godo move around in the shadows, learning as much as he could of this Underworld and with luck, how the get the hell out of here and back home, where his girls must be waiting for him; possible to kick his ass ten ways from Sunday for scaring them like that, but that was just a Monday for him at this point.
Much to his horror, he was not the one that baptized his new persona; he was going to call himself Golden Mask, unfortunately, as soon as he ended his masterpiece, screams and explosions called his attention; dressing quickly, he summoned Vaettfang and get to the skies, where he observed how several platoons of dark winged angels of some kind were eviscerating anything in their path, exterminating all devils in the city and razing it to the ground.
Godo butchered them, once he got a sight of the dark winged angels, [The Destroyer], the Authority of Abaddon almost gave Godo a heart attack, the golden flames of God´s Executioner demanded to be released and destroy whatever this were. Godo knew better than resist to the impulses of [The Destroyer], it was not the first time it happened, and usually, it was always with good reasons or to destroy pure evil relics, Grimoires and the such. Golden flames rain over the angels, that screamed in panic, pain, surprise and horror. The few that survived, barely four of hundreds, called Godo the Scourge, and the bloody nickname stick. Godo almost wanted to cry like a child, when Devils around started to call him that each time he appeared, riding Vaettfang and defending defenseless post from any attacks. Although, he did not only limit on killing this Fallen Angels, as the Devils called them; Godo killed anyone that dared to attack defenseless villages, be it of devils or even monsters that had built their homes in this odd Underworld.
Soon the legend of the Scourge started to spread to all the corners of the Underworld and Godo, meanwhile, just made a living as a wandering artisan, trying to sell his work and run from the conflicts that seems to plague this estrange realm. In truth, Godo was trying to seek out someone that could help him back home, but as usual, he had horrible bad luck, and instead of it, he made hundreds of enemies in all the bloody Factions of this stupid war. He hasn't even get out of the bloody Underworld and into Earth!, there was an Earth after all, and with luck, he would find his girls there.
Battle after battle, The Scourge carved a name for himself, earning the attention of the higher ups of the Underworld, who sent...representatives, to look out for him, ones with diplomatic intentions and the others to put his head into a silver platter and deliver it to their masters. There is no need to say that what happened to the later gave everyone that saw the remnants, nightmares for an entire week, but that only created the consequence that having a bounty for his head in all Factions, now Olympus, the Hindu, heck even the bloody dragons wanted a piece of him.
Godo started to realize that he should have toned down a little the personality of the Scourge and; way more importantly; he should have kept most of his powers hidden; suddenly an unknown individual appears wielding Mjolnir and Tyrfing at the same time?, no brain Odin wanted to have a chat with him; The Golden Flames of Abaddon?, pure and perfect before his fall?, yeah, Heaven wants to dissect him and see what the heck was going on; The [Sigil of Baphomet], the icon of Satan himself?, the Devils were not sure if they wanted to kill Godo or venerate him.
So many and so varied powers and relics, some of them who were actually in the hands of their owners, that it was not a bloody surprise that everyone wanted to see what the fuck was going on with The Scourge, how on earth did he managed to put his hands in such powers. Godo realized that he has seriously screwed it up, as there was NO Campiones or Heretic Gods in this world, so there was no Pandora that created the [Circle of Usurpation] and by so, there was no explanations about the Authorities of Godo. Well, considering Hades existed, it was a plausible possibility that Pandora existed too, but any semblance with Godo´s adoptive momma, is going to be pure chance.
Still, Godo was not one to surrender himself to anyone, much less if there was a chance to get back home and see his girls; so The Scourge continued with his vigilante like activities, moving freely back and forth the Underworld, collecting quite the number of magical treasures, books, items, etc...However, Godo discovered how deeply depraved any species and races could be. For example, when Godo found a herd of Minotaurs that were kidnapping weak female Fallen Angels; as the Females of the species are notable attractive; in order to rape and devour them; Godo ate a big BBQ that day; vice versa, Godo found how a Fallen Angel seduced the wife of a Nekomata and used her to kill their entire family just for his twisted pleasure.
In all, Godo found little difference, between this Supernatural races and the humankind that populated the planet; in fact, he even found notable examples honorable and good on the Devils!, the bloody Devils!, he saw a Pure-blood Devil of the nowadays extinct Clan of Sabnock, endure tremendous punishment, so a colony of Mermaids could escape from the irrational attack of a water Dragon.
In resume, this Underworld was even more irrational than him, and he was a bloody Campione, who are famous for being reckless idiots and complete morons, that lacked any semblance of common senses or logic; otherwise it would have been impossible for them to actually kill a Heretic God.
Taking distance from any side of the conflict, as Godo didn't really want anything to do with any of them, but Pandora be dammed if he was going to allow anything, that he did not like, to happen in front of his nose; The Scourge continued making a name for himself in the Underworld, learning more and more about this estrange land. It was not earth, but the Underworld, so that means that there is an Earth, populated with humanity and anything that bumps in the night, and over them; in metaphorical way; the Heaven and all kind of Godly Realms, from the Nine Worlds of Asgard to the Takamagahara of the Koto-Amatsukami or the Japanese Pantheon.
Godo took mental note of exploring one of those at some point, it could be fun to see the differences with the Netherworld back home, however, Godo knew that in his home, the Netherworld was a bit of a Limbo between the real God Realm and the Mortal Realm, but in this...Mondo Bizarro, there was no Netherworld, and the Gods could interact with humanity freely, up to a point, as their power would be enough to crush the mortals like ants under an avalanche.
So far, Godo´s Playground has been the Underworld but he expected to finally found a way into other realms. As soon as he learned; through [Sigil of Baphomet]; of all kind of magics, he knew that teleportation was among the possibilities of all kind of magics, from Devil Magic to Fairy Magic and even Youjutsu of the Youkai. In fact there was an entire branch of magic dedicated to teleportation, but unfortunately Godo has yet to ear about a master or see it in action, beyond tricks like short distance teleportation in combat and feats like that. Thanks to [Sun´s Speed], Godo can achieve godspeed and even turn into a solar beam; usually, the latter can only be done during the day, but as the purple sky was always like that, his Authority believed it was day, all day, something that Godo was incredible grateful for.
Much to the horror of Godo, once he believed that the conflict between the Angels, Fallen Angels and Devils has ended; with the death of all the Satans in the conflict; finally raising the blockade over the Underworld, one of the main reasons why he has not run the hell out of hell; pun totally intended by the way; and the Bael Clan taking command of the Underworld in order to recover; a bunch of cretins called themselves the Old Satan Faction appeared and started a bloody Civil War in the Underworld. Of course, the first order of business, close all borders and start beating the crap out of each other, leaving Godo trapped in the Underworld, again, until someone managed to break the blockade and made a run for Earth or any other realm that could offer them refuge.
Godo was in search and capture by practically all the factions of the Supernatural World...so, he was fucked, no matter what he did. The Civil War was surprisingly violent, despite the loses that the Devils have suffered in the Great War; all of their leaders has died in combat, and most of their most powerful members accompanied their masters in their deaths; there was a lot of powerhouses left in the Underworld, and they had little qualms in beating the shit out of each other. Ironically, a lot of other powers see an opportunity and started to made their own plans about how to get advantage of all this mess, mercenaries; present even in the supernatural; of all kinds made their August with the Civil War.
Seeing that the only chance that he had to left the Underworld; even if he had started to take a liking to place, specially Lucifaad, the Capital of the Satan domain was a very busy metropolis where Godo had a nice and discrete condo, on where he lived when he was not acting as The Scourge; Godo started to discretely investigate all the Factions of the conflict; last thing he need was to put another Lucifer on the throne, he has fought the Original Leviathan and that crazy chick was one of the most deranged minds Godo has ever encounter, although Godo, could only claim the life of Beelzebub, that gigantic fly was quite the annoyance.
The act of killing Beelzebub, had not only the consequence of turning him into a legend among all factions, but the discovery of how he can no longer usurp Authorities from his fallen enemies. The deceased Great Satan was at the level of a Heretic God, well, not at the level of the King of the End, heck, not even at the level of his incarnation Melkarth, but enough to made him worthy of the classification. The [Circle of Usurpation] did not work in this world. Not really a surprise, Pandora was not there to support the system and Godo didn't want to put the Pandora on this world between the sword and the wall if he blurted out his name during fights or swearing in her name.
The Scourge was a legend in the Underworld, and of course, that lead to all kind of convoluted theories about his origins and the such, Godo smiled and let them dream; it would get them out of his trail, if they were convinced that he was some kind of Primordial God that has escaped from the Realm of the Death of something among those lines. The only thing that they got remotely right, was how he became stronger with each battle, even if he could no longer get any Authorities from his enemies. The worst of all, was how the manhunt that he suffered in the past; quite subdued about the corpses sent back to their masters in tiny boxes and how he killed Beelzebub over the acid lakes of Malebolge; returned, as the two Factions of the Civil War wanted to earn his support, or at last, be left in peace.
It was not needed much investigation from Godo´s part, to realize that the Old Satan Faction were trying to re-start the Great War and become the rulers of all, meanwhile the Anti-Satan Faction, was trying their best to ensure the survival of the Devils as species. Godo observed the battle going on between the two sides, intervening when one of them endangered innocent populations. It was amazing how this Mondo Bizarro worked, more than one, Devils that Godo found in his travels were the farthest example of evil that one could find, idem with Fallen Angels, in one occasion Godo defended a little colony of Fallen Angels that has set up in the border of their domain, trying to get out of the bloody war, they were attacked by Faustarian Asmodeous, a powerful High-Class Devil of the Asmodeus Clan that Godo chopped to pieces and burn his remnants. On a side note, Fallen Angels sure know how to throw a party, and the females are incredible talented in the sack.
Appearing when things went to far, The Scourge became popular at the eyes of the Low-Class Devils, as a figure that along the Anti-Satan Faction, defended them when they were unable to defend themselves. In other circumstances Godo would have frowned at their attitude, he was a mere human and ended up killing a Heretic God, but after living in the Underworld for so many years, Godo could comprehend their behavior. A Heretic God was crafted from legends, and they behave like aspects of those legends, however, these Devils were individuals, not constricted by any set of legends; almost humans in heir attitudes, although with tremendous powers, armies of mini-campiones so to speak, and by so, they are way more dangerous to dealt with, than with a Heretic God.
At the end of a particularly bloody battle; where Godo slaughtered an arrogant Devil from the Eligor Clan and all his retinue; The Scourge finally took the decision of present himself in front of the Anti-Satan Faction, he liked them more than the arrogant bunch of delusional fools that were the Old Satan Faction, and offer his services to end the conflict faster; he disliked the Civil War and he was starting to get annoyed with it. Godo sent a Grimm with a letter, to the HQ of the Anti-Satan Faction, offering them a meeting in the borders of the Realm of the Death, on a private manor that The Scourge has there.
It was true after all, thanks to his [Ruler of the Netherworld] Authority, it was an easy matter for Godo to took command of a little army of the undead that wanders around the borders and command them to build and maintain a hidden manor in the mountain range that separated part of the Underworld from the Realm of the Death.
Buying some expensive groceries; carefully picked up to fit the tastes of the Four Great Satans, Godo used his own branch of Devil Magic; empowered by his own Divine power and the [Sigil of Baphomet], to teleport into the Manor and start to prepare the meeting.
Godo wanted to appear as he really was, not the persona of The Scourge, that was crafted to infuse fear on his enemies and respect and awe in the witness of the battle, but if he wanted to establish positive alliances with this unique branch of Devils, latter, as soon as he got out of here, would look out for other Factions and try to establish peaceful relations with all of them, with luck, they would leave him in peace, looking for a way to get back home.
Even today, Godo still remember that unique meeting with fondness, and in time, call the Four Great Satans, friends.
They arrive at the same time, teleporting with their own magical skills; just at the balcony of the manor, where they could see the entire house and a nice; if not a bit depressing; sight of the surrounding mountain range; founding Godo, all sharply dressed in his Scourge persona; at the side of a table full of little snacks and refreshments, along some expensive liquors and sodas; standing in front of them. With an elegant bow, Godo saluted the recently arrived Devils, not really wanting to start the meeting in the wrong way.
"Greetings Lords of the Underworld". Greet Godo ending his bow. "I welcome you to this unnamed Manor...".
"Glummy-Glummy Parlor!". Suddenly chided in Serafall with stars in her eyes, taking notice of the balcony, the spartan but tasteful decoration and the table of food, with her favorite snacks in it. Two of the Satans groaned and Sirzech chuckled from the exuberance of his old friend.
Godo laughed in humor, it was as if Hikari had become a Campione, they are powerful as hell, possible at Herectic God levels, and that was something that made Godo smile widely under his mask. One of the reasons why he wore his mask, was because he has the worst poker face of history, and his emotions were always visible in his expression; with the mask on, nothing could see his expressions.
"Glummy-Glummy Parlor it is". Conceded Godo with amused tone, making Serafall beam at him and the other Satans raise an eyebrow; all his attitude was seriously a bit out of character from the reports they received of his actions.
"Please take a seat". Offered Godo, taking a seat in the table, a Round table, so no one could be at the head; it was a subtle gesture that indicated that Scourge didn't want to rule over anything, and that he considered them equals. All of them had the symbols of their original Clans in their chairs, so they knew where to seat.
As Godo expected, as soon as Falbium took seat in his incredible comfortable chair; something that made the bald bearded man smile and snuggle into the chair; it didn't only took him ten seconds to snore lightly. Falbium Asmodeus; previously Glasya-Labolas; was an incredible lazy person, who was always sleeping around, the chair that he has sat on, has been enchanted by Godo to adjust perfectly to the one sitting on it, maximizing the comfort.
"He has beat his previous mark by ten seconds, that chair must be incredible comfortable". Chuckled Sirzechs, as Serafall, who was closer to Falbium, pocked him with a finger. Falbium keep snoring in bless.
"I take that all of you had extensive reports on my persona". Said Godo taking seat between Serafall and Sirzech and in front of Adjuka; starting the meeting. "And without any desire of diminishing the acumen of the investigators, I do fear that they would be little more than vague suspicions and outlandish theories at best".
"Then enlighten us". Simply said Ajuka, raising an eyebrow at the presence of a very rare variety of fruit that happens to be his favorite.
"I will". Promised Godo with a nod. "In time, but before that, and in order to let something clear, I am going to support the Anti-Satan Faction".
That even made Falbium open an eye, that was direct, but in all, after all the political shitstorm that the Four Great have been enduring all this time, in order to gain enough support to even start a war; such honesty was welcome; but it was just words.
"As simple as that?". Sirzech served himself a glass of his favorite wine, a very, very rare vintage that it was harder to find that the teeth of an owl, he was going to drink the bloody bottle. "At risk of sounding rude, I found it hard to believe, Lord Scourge".
Sighing, Godo leaned over his chair; he really wanted to get this off his chest, even if it has been like that since his persona appeared in the Underworld. "You know?, I would have loved to the called Lord Scourge, it is a villain name, but it has its own gravitas; heck, I wanted to call myself Campione or even Golden Mask, but some crows that lost their guts as they run like scared chickens from me called me Scourge and the name stick, it´s bloody unfair".
At the end of his rant, Serafall was smiling and beaming at him like she has found a believer in a land of heathens, Falbium was asleep again, Ajuka was massaging his nose and Sirzech was laughing. This was not the terrible monster that their spies reported them it was, far from it; in fact he was surprisingly similar to them, powerful as hell but not even an ounce of the twisted arrogance or wickedness that the Old Satan Faction possessed.
"Are you telling me that you wanted to be a hero of some kind?". Disbelief was patent in the voice of Ajuka.
"Ha!, far from it". Snorted Godo with a quick laugh. "I am no hero, never was, never will; I just discovered the Underworld and build myself a persona that would carry no baggage, that will be free of labels, except the ones he imposed himself".
Before any of the Satans could say anything, Godo raised his hand and ask themselves a question.
"How has your family marked you before you could even begun to be yourself?". That threw then to a loop. "For example, when did Sirzech became Sirzech, when he was a Gremory?". Now they started to get it. "Scourge is a persona, an appearance, Scourge is Scourge, as Sirzech is Sirzech; but Sirzech was Gremory and a Lucifer now; Scourge is Scourge, was Scourge and will be Scourge...although the Lord sounds really interesting to add". Muttered to himself Godo.
"Running from a big shadow". Said Fablium, yawning loudly, but carrying a look of understanding in his eyes. "I can empathize with that, but there is something that bothers me". Said Falbium, the oldest of the Four and possible the best tactician and strategist of the Underworld. "You are not a Devil, yet wears the Crest of Satan himself, you are not an Angel or a Fallen Angel, yet you wield the Golden Flames of Lord Abaddon, you are not a Grimm Reaper, yet the Grimm and the undead obeys your commands, you are not Asgardian, yet you wield Tyrfing and Mjolnir as if they were yours, so please Lord Scourge, tell us, what are you?".
There was a deep silence in the room, it was a very good question, one that has been on everybody minds, but they have been waiting for the right moment to ask; Falbium was a lazy ass and just wanted to get this over with quickly...and steal the chair, he was going to sell his entire family treasure for the chair, it was even fucking better than his own bloody bed!.
Godo sighed, it was an unavoidable question, something that at some point would have been addressed in some way or another, his mistake at the beginning, believing that Campiones were as common as they were at home, finally hammered the last nail of the coffin of his origins. If he wanted to join a side and do not worry about all kind of spies, backstabbers and people trying to dissect him to see what made him tick; he need to come forward and at last, had some kind of allies. It was a refreshing experience that they were allies, and not the usual magical associations bending over because he was a Campione and did not want their country to be destroyed.
"I am...complicated". Chuckled Godo before looking at Ajuka and pointing out at the rail of the balcony. "Before I answer that question, I will ask you a favor Lord Beelzebub, so there will be no misunderstandings, there is a runic array over the wood of the balcony, I am going to activate it, please do check them up to see that they are just a very powerful privacy array".
Ajuka raised an eyebrow but do as he was told and much to his amazement, he quickly realized the amazing work of rune crafting, Devil Magic, Norse Magic, Angel Magic and even Youjutsu embroidered into the wood of the balcony. Ajuka was a creator before a Devil, he was always experimenting with all kind of magic and technology and this was the finest piece of magic enchanting that he has ever seen. By the way, they were indeed a complex, but unbreakable, array of privacy providing spells.
With a quick nod, still distracted by the beautiful design of the spells, Ajuka told the other three that it was indeed what Scourge has told them. With a pulse of his own Divine power; something that did not pass unnoticed by the Four Satans who get even more confused and a bit alarmed as the power that Godo has used like it was a breeze, a power that was anathema for them; Godo lighten up the array and soon they were protected form any possible spy by the spells of Godo.
"As you have pointed out, I am none of those things". Admitted Godo sadly smiling under his mask. "My kin; and as far as I am concerned, I am the only one in the existence; was called Campiones, Devil Kings, Rakhasas, Mahous but the title that defined us better was God Slayers".
That was something unexpected; the Four Satans keep silent, letting Godo recollect himself, not only because they found the proclamation a tad...impossible, but for the emotions that runs over the voice of Godo, they could recognize a veteran speaking about war; their parents had the exact same tone and if it wasn't for his golden mask, they were sure that Godo would have the exact same Thousand yards stare. Suddenly the voice of Godo changed, dripping power, ti started the verses that had defined Campione for hundreds of years, words that carried a sliver of the power of the God Slayers.
The effect was like a hammer to the soul, something that Godo experimented even harder, as each word carried an echo of the power that his adoptive mother Pandora used to turn them into her children.
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!
As the power of the words vanished, none of the Satans or Godo, dared to talk, still shocked by the echo of divine power that such words carried. But once the words were spoken; and frankly it was as if a weight has been lifted from Godo´s chest, the Four Satans begun to understand what they have in front of them.
Campione Data:
Name: Kusanagi Godo.
Alias: The Scourge.
Authorities:
Dvergar Forge: From Magnus as gift to defeat Verethragna. This Authority allows Godo to summon any magical item created by the Dvergar or himself, as it passively grants Godo divine craftsman skills.
Golden Sword of Victory: From Verethragna, when Godo became Campione. This Authority allows Godo to summon a golden sword that can cut through anything, as long as Godo has enough knowledge of what he is cutting; it creates infinite replicas that can be shot like projectiles and can absorb and empower other Authorities of Godo
Archetype of the Strongest: From Melkarth. This Authority gives Godo impossible strength and stamina, as long as the enemy is supernaturally strong too.
The Destroyer: From Abaddon, when Godo was traveling with Erica to Roma. Godo can unleash the golden flames of Abaddon in his aspect of the Destroyer; the Executioner of God; essentially gaining the ability to shape golden flames in anything he imagines, the golden fire will destroy anything it touches.
Wild Hunt: From Wotan, summoned by Voban when he kidnapped Yuri. Godo can summon from any nearby shadows or the night, massive Grimms (Skyrim Vampire Hounds) and a bigger specimen called Vaettfang(Battlefield in Norse) that serve him as steed. The hounds can track anything and travel through air, water or even the shadows to cover tremendous distances in a second.
Ruler of the Netherworld: From Metis, when Godo defeated her after she absorbed Athena. This Authority grants Godo the ability to kill mortals in one touch, summon/command undead to/in his presence. Godo can summon ghosts, as long as he knew the name of the deceased and have something from them, blood, hair, a possession, anything.
Sun´s Speed: From Savitr, when Godo traveled to middle east to ask for the collaboration of Madame Aisha and ended traveling with her to past, much to Godo´s annoyance. This Authority grants Godo divine speed, it can even transform him into a solar beam, the latter can only be used under sun light.
Sigil of Baphomet: From Sathanus, when he traveled to USA to visit Annie/Jon Pluto, to win his support on his plans to fight the King of the End. This Authority makes Godo the Supreme Sorcerer, as soon as Godo sees any kind of magic, he would understand everything about how it works, how use it and how to counter it.
Riastrad: From Cu Chulain, as he traveled North Europe, trying to convince Voban to get his head out of his ass, ironically, after getting this, Godo tramped Voban and managed to convince him. This Authority is a last resource power, it essentially sums and amplifies all the Authorities of Godo into one mixed and terrific form, at the cost of his sanity, turning him into a machine of destruction that would not stop until the enemy is defeated.
Lance of White Knight: From Lancelot. Lancelot Du Lac/Hippolyta, become one of Godo´s Authorities before Godo faced the King of the End in Virama. It creates clouds and winds that protects Godo and turns his left arm into a spear made of white light.
