For a displaced Campione, Godo has to admit that he has done it again, and became a King.
It all begun with Madame Aisha puppy dog eyes and ended with him being toss to another entire different universe; when a very bad loser called Plutarch, burn himself in order of forever banish him beyond the deepest corners of the Netherealm. The banishment sent him directly through a dimensional rift of some kind, punching through it and battling a massive Red Dragon, that bitch slapped him into a seventy meters deep crater, somewhere in the Underworld.
If it wasn't for his Authorities Godo would be a smear on the ground. But Godo left the dragon with a nasty scar in the side of his neck, a reminder that even if he has managed to trample Godo to the ground; worse than anyone has done before; Godo has managed to left him a reminder of the Campione that face the Dragon in equal terms.
Well, no, but Godo liked to think that way, even if it was obvious that the Dragon has kicked his ass all the ways to Sunday.
Anyhow, Godo heal his wounds and limped away from the crater, just to discover that he was in a complete different dimension, and he was not speaking about a parallel world, but a complete, totally unknown for him, new world with dozens of supernatural species and Gods, and Devils, and Angels, etc, etc. It was shocking to say the last, but at the same time, curiously attractive. The only downside?, his lovers in his home world were going to kill him, if he ever managed to get back.
Fighting with the Dragon was not only a massive reality check for Godo, but a way to show him that the way home was closed. In a sense, Godo understand the need of the presence of the Red lizard over there, if any being less polite than Godo wanted to get a vacation and made a snack with this world; the Red lizard would be delighted to torn it to pieces. It was the strongest being in the world, the sum of dreams and illusions, Great Red.
How did Godo knew all of these things?, to be honest with a mix of Hypnosis, persuasion and good old intimidation, over all the Devils, Fallen Angels, Monsters, Youkai, etc, that populated this world. Those were not his brightest days, and only Lyta´s presence in his left arm, prevented him to become as bad as Voban or Alec; arrogant bastards that believed they were entitled to everything they wanted just because they were them, and the rest of the world should bend over and compel whenever they had a whim. Back in the day, Godo clashed with his older adoptive siblings a lot; Voban tried to stole Yuri from him and Alec stole a relic from Lucretia, destroying her magical defenses; the magical backlash almost killed Lucretia; and Godo retaliated, badly and brutally, against both of them, forever gaining their hostility.
Hiding himself under an empty gold mask, Godo became a monster that roamed the battlefields of the Underworld, taking the name of King for himself, and acting as a...err, sixtieth party, of sorts?, from the battles of the Underworld, fighting whenever someone ticked him off, or just because he wanted more knowledge about how to get home and he was denied of it, trampling the place where what he wanted, was located. King was a dangerous person, but Godo was not a monster, even in his sadness, and always acted by a code of some sort; a lot of it, was thanks to Lyta, by the way. In a nutshell, a bit convoluted version of Noblesse Obligekind of code, with some divergences here and there. Godo was a King, like it or not, and he would act like one. Unfortunately, sometimes his attitude was far from being like that; specially when Godo was dealing with the less savory elements of the Underworld and the supernatural world; and when Godo believed that he has freed himself from his reputation of being a living wrecking ball wherever he went, his temper flared in and destruction follows.
For what he knew, an entire section of the Underworld was still under quarantine, when Godo unleashed [Swarm of Locust], and decimated to the point of extinction five Devil Clans, along entire Underworld species, when the leader of the Eligos Clan destroyed the caravan of refugees that Godo was traveling with, acting as if he was a wizard, trying to run from a bad contract.
King became a feared figure since that day and thanks to his Authorities, no one was able to determine what kind of being, Godo really was. The ones that were closer were the Gremory and Ajuka Beelzebub; one of the Four Great Satans that started to oppose to the Old Satan Faction; who has theorized that he was some kind of Demigod or lesser God, that has trying to scavenge from the intestinal wars of the Devils. Not true, but Godo has to admit that close, he was a Campione, someone that possessed the divine powers of the Gods and he was indeed, trying to learn a way to go home, so it was not all that mistaken.
From the two Factions that were fighting over the Underworld, the Old Satan Faction and the Anti-Satan Faction; the latter was the one that convinced Godo the most. Truth to be told, the former were a bunch of delusional Devils that wanted to reignite the Great War; a conflict that almost eradicated them all; and the latter were heavily worried about their survival as species. They couldnt be more different from what Godo knew about Angels and Devils from his original dimension. Any Angel or Devil, would have been manifested as a Heretic God, and that would mean that they would act as the worst parts of their legends, however, in this new world, each one of them was a free willed individual, with free will to do good or evil, no matter the origin, be it Angel, Fallen Angel, Devil, Youkai, etc. That did throw a monkey wrench in Godo´s mental processing.
Devils but not Evil, boy that was a boot to the head when Godo saw the highest virtues in the lowest devils, see a devoted father, face an enraged Dragon, to protect his children, see a Devil, dig several meters into pure rock, to save some of his friends and comrades that has been buried alive by a stray spell. Godo saw one of the Satans; from the Anti-Satan Faction; endure tremendous punishment in order to save a child from a supposedly enemy Clan. At the same time, he saw the "recruitment" camps that the Old Satan Faction has in their domains, those where rape camps and little else, places where female slaves were forced and the children forced into accelerated growth; dwindling their life span to a tenth of what it should be; all in order to replace the loses that they suffered in the war.
King took care of those places, destroying them and saving as many slaves as possible, before burning the fortress that control the camps into smoldering craters, Godo´s rage on those occasions made the Underworld tremble in fear, a feat that very few had accomplished before. Unfortunately, that only make all kind of people interested in who the heck he was and what the heck was he doing in the Underworld. See the aforementioned explanation of where did Godo learn about Great Red and the actual state of the Supernatural world, to knew what happened to those that tried to capture Godo.
Fighting several species was a good thing for Godo, who knew understood what to expect and what was his place in the food chain; more or less, under Great Red and Ophis the Infinite Dragon, competing with all the other that stood in that layer of the pyramid. During all those fights, King passed to be a figure from mystery to suicide to tangle with, as Godo managed to slay Orcus, a Grim Reaper that was the favorite servants of Hades, the God of the Death of Olympus. Everyone tried to made heads or tails about what the rampaging King wanted and to be honest, Godo would have liked to know too.
Godo was trying to find a way to get back home, however, if he did what he has to do to be back into his home world, he would have to grievously wound Great Red or directly kill him, leaving the rest of the world open to any invasion from beyond the Dimensional Rift, the place where the big ass red dragon that was Great Red flied around like he was some kind of sentinel. Even the first part of the plan, that was fighting Great Red was paramount to suicide for the moment, he would need to made a lot of more muscle if he wanted to face the dragon with a shadow of a possibility of victory. Godo may be Irrational, like all other Campiones, but he was far from being retarded; that would be Salvatore in his worst moments of being a moron.
Ironically, as easy as it would be for Godo to collect and usurp a lot of power from this new world, without the [Circle of Usurpation] of Mama Pandora, it would be impossible for him to acquire new Authorities. There was a sliver of hope, as it was comically easy for him to learn all kind of magic from all the species around and it was quite the haul of different styles, runes, magical circles, etc. If the magic of this new world can be learned, then he could grow stronger, it was only a matter of see if he could usurp this world version of Authorities trough a bastardized version of the [Circle of Usurpation] of Mama Pandora. Speaking of her, she was going to strangle him the next time she saw him, Moma has always been tolerant with her children, even if some of them were monsters in all but appearance; but Godo has established a record in the moronic scale of the Campione, when he slain Plutarch and managed to get his ass into an entire new dimension.
Perhaps if he managed to enter into the Dimensional Rift, and be careful of getting as far as possible from the big ass lizard zoning around the place, he could try to establish a link with his home; it was one of the theories he had to get in contact with his home world and with luck, find a way to get back. Don't take him wrong, this world was actually quite interesting, almost unlimited magic, several new species, dozens of worlds to explore and without the burden of the Campione to deal with.
After half of his girls passed away; age was a cruel mistress that no magic could dodge eternally; Godo created a magic association in their honor, ironically, that magic association, the MWU; Magic World Unite; became a pillar of the world, when the Third World War erupt and practically eradicated eighty percent of humanity. Only magic supplied humanity with the basics, as all technological commodities were destroyed during the war. But the draw of being the leader of the MWU, was precisely that he was seen as the King of Eurasia, practically ruling over two continents and becoming the King of all but name of half of the world. Some of his lovers laughed so hard that they almost had a heart attack, when Godo ascended to the throne, after seeing him dodge any kind of title like that for more than two centuries.
In this world, Godo was free from that burden, he was King, yes, but that was a cover; so he could mover all around without attending to any frontier, or people trying to locate him and persuade him to collaborate in whatever scheme they had in the making. Godo was a Campione, they are free and unburdened, and fuck sideways however dared them to say otherwise, trying to tie in the most similar thing to a deity anyone has seen, was never a good idea; specially after King´s reputation soared, when he killed Pluto and become akin to a Satan; meaning, suicide to tangle with, unless you are at Satan level too. Some Dragons tried to test his might, and Godo give them quite the battle, that earned him the respect of most of the High-Level Dragons and the passing interest of the Five Great Dragon Kings.
Speaking of Great Kings and the such; during one of his destruction derbies over the "Recruitment Camps" of the Old Satan Faction, King meet one of the Four Great Satans and forged an informal friendship over the killing that they unleashed in that spot; although not without fighting against each other for a while until they realized they were on, well, not on the same side, but that they share a common, deep, despise for the Old Satan Faction, whose arrogance and horrible practices ticked them off all the wrong ways.
Sirzech Lucifer, previously Gremory, was a very well-known hero of this war, one of the most powerful Devils the Underworld has ever seen; his Power of Destruction was something to behold, it brought forth ruin to everything and Sirzech was a master manipulator of it. The relatively young man; with Devils it was incredible hard to determine age or whatever; was carrying the burden of the war along with three of his oldest friends, trying to forge a future for the Devil kin, something that Godo could respect. Such a dream had a cost, of course, but Sirzech was ready to pay the price that it takes to make sure that his people survive, even if it was in such short numbers; the other option was to charge again against the other Factions and most surely, be completely eradicated.
King and Sirzech battled over the skies of the crater of the last rape camp of the Old Satan Faction that Godo has smiten, Sirzech believing King was part of the Old Satan Faction and King just defending himself from the attack of a being that could give him a run for his money. Under his mask, Godo was actually smiling, as the Crimson power of Sirzech slammed against his magical barriers, strong enough to withstand the onslaught of a Heretic God and even if Sirzech was at that level; at last when Sirzech goes all out; Godo magical prowess was leagues above the best magicians of the Underworld.
Crimson rays and blasts, crashed against golden barriers and floating runes, in quite the firework spectacle; so powerful and bright that it could be seen from miles away. King was limiting himself to [Fimbulthulr], the Authority that Godo got from Odin, when that cretin of Voban summoned the Heretic God after kidnapping Yuri; one of Godo´s deceased lovers; Godo slain Odin and got his supreme talent to be the supreme wizard. Under the power of the [Fimbulthulr] Godo could use all magic freely and thanks to his godly magical power, he could keep up with devastating arrays of spells without even breaking a sweat.
In any other circumstances; if he was facing a Heretic God for example, Godo would have already used another of his Authorities, but three of them would only add more fuel to the fire that was King´s reputation and legend and the other was only useful against divine presences. Powerful as Sirzech was, he was Devil, and even if Godo has already used Spirit Vision to learn as much as he could from the origins and powers of Sirzech; by the way, Power of Destruction was not magic itself, but an inborn power of the Bael Clan, from where Sirzech´s mom was and from where the lad has inherited it; Sirzech was no god.
The spell battle continued, but soon became something more akin to a spar, than a full-fledged battle, as both sides realized that the other carried to ill intention anymore. Sirzech even apologized for strike first, ask questions later; and King, just shrugged it off and said that it has been an invigorating exercise, it has been a while since anyone made him broke a sweat; something not far off the truth, only powerful leaders of the Factions and Dragons, were able to give him a decent workout of made him suffer for the victory.
By whim, more than anything else, Godo accepted the offer of Sirzech to accompany him to the nearest outpost of the Anti-Satan Faction, from where he has flight away, as soon as he discovered the rape camp of the Lucifer Clan. Sirzech may be carrying the name of Lucifer, but he was not from the original Clan, he just took the name as the strongest Devil of the Underworld, along the other three Great Satans. In fact, Sirzech was originally from the Gremory, a Clan that was famous for being very protective of their retainers and servants, treating them like family; something that went a long way with Godo.
Godo just wanted to socialize a little, the only constant companion that he had, was Lyta, and even if he loved her deeply; Godo knew that loneliness was a dangerous path for a Campione. Just looking at Voban and Godo shuddered, the man became a beast, an animal; literally; as he only worried about getting more and more Authorities and hunt worthy preys. Not thank you, Godo would never end like that, and even if King looks to be in that path, thanks to Lyta, Godo was sure that, that would never happen. Although it will do him good to made some more friends, people that understood the burden of power and that could give him something to do with his time. Boredom was another dangerous path for a Campione, they are Irrational after all, and the world would tremble in fear when Campiones are bored and decided to experiment a little with their Authorities. Civilizations has fallen after those experiments.
The fortress of the Anti-Satan Faction was a castle on the border of the Fallen Angel territory of the Underworld, whom have already tested the borders, just to see if they can expand a bit more. Fallen Angels were one of the most damaged by the Great War, suffering as heavy loses as the other Factions with they are having great difficulties to replenish their numbers, much like the Angels. Curiously enough, the Grigori; the rulers of the Fallen Angels; are not interested in any more conflict, but there were individuals among them that loved the battle too much and those were the ones that were pushing the boundaries, just to see until how far they could dig on Devil territory.
By itself, the fortress was nothing worth mentioning, the usual strong foundations, stone walls; magically reinforced of course; high towers with artillery etc. One of the things that has caught Godo´s interest was how, even with the abundance of powerful individuals in all Factions, war gear has still developed in very similar ways to earth. Godo assumed that it was because the relatively few powerful individuals among the greater common numbers.
Bael Clan for example, had two dozens or so, individuals that could fight a High-Class Dragon in equal footing, on the other hand, their troops counted by the thousand; it would have sense that they developed ways to counter their relative weakness with gear. Magic is a great equalizer too, specially Ritual Magic and united spells that are feed by several spell caster and not only individuals casting the same spell. But Godo has not seen yet, the united spells that he saw back at home, when an entire army of wizards, united their magic to produce a spell capable of sealing a raging Heretic God, of course that was only temporary at best, and the wizards took years to recover from the ordeal.
Accompanied by Sirzech, no one dared to interpose in their way, but Godo could perceive the looks of amazement, curiosity, and no little fear, that most of the Devils in the fortress was sending his way; but King was accustomed to that, it was the usual whenever King appeared; however, Godo would admit that the usual was surprise, followed by fear, anger, hate and finally fear again, before King end whatever he has come to do and disappear again. King was a legend, a myth, someone that no one knew and whose tale was full of half-truths and exaggerated tales of his feats and achievements; seeing him in the flesh was quite the shock for all the Devils in the fortress, but the little tidbit that he was walking with Sirzech, the hero of the war, was a subtle way to insinuate that King was on their side, and that would do wonders for the morals of the troops.
Devils were attracted by power, and the reassurance of having a warrior that can kill a Grim Reaper, fighting on their side, was quite the relief. It is an amazing relief, to discover that boogie-man was fighting at your side, instead of hunting you.
Godo had the opportunity of meet Fablium Asmodeus; formerly Glasya-Labolas; possible the best strategist Godo has ever meet, and the bald bearded bear of a man; although he slept twenty hours per day, on his most active days; impressed Godo with his military intelligence and wits, it would be safer to say that he was responsible of the good going of the war for the Anti-Satan Faction; sure, Sirzech was more powerful than him, and the other Satans had him bested in other fields, but Falbium knew war in and out, and could devise strategies that would maximize the effectiveness of the power houses that the Anti-Satan Faction had on their rooster. Godo was not a strategist, instead, he had quite the knack for tactics, so when he meet Falbium, they respected each other, for what they were; recognizing a war veteran when they see one.
It was curious, how war was always the same; no matter how many bullshits like magic and Dragons, etc, you want to add to the mix; and how those that has experimented it where changed from it, there are those who found it exhilarating, like a drug, and other that abhor it; Godo and Falbium were and mix of the two, they have lived for it, but both did all they could to minimize it.
As two of the Four Great Satans and King had a meeting, the rest of the troops just cautiously stood at the sidelines, not really wanting to meddle with beings that could vaporize them with a harsh glare; but curiosity made several of them try to listen a bit of the conversation, trying to get a glimpse of how the strongest of the Underworld truly were. Under the gold mask of King, Godo was protected from all kind of scrying, be it from spells or physical, all of his gear was enchanted to make sure that no one could pick anything from him. Lessons with Annie; who has disguised herself as male and acted as the USA´s Superhero; taught Godo how to camouflage his real persona, under the disguise of King.
The disguise itself was a little homage to Annie, as Godo has picked up a page from her book as dress similarly yet different. Godo had a gold mask; devoid of any features, that acts like a mirror, reflecting whoever look at it; with a black hood, a sharp and elegant black suit of British cut with a golden colored tie, white shirt, black sleeveless inner jacket, white gloves and black shoes. Over his shoulders, a black military officer cape hanged, reaching his knees.
Godo was an elegant, yet impressive figure; specially when he let go a bit more divine power than usual; that soon become quite the talk on the Underworld.
As Godo talked to the two Great Satans, he started to realize that he has not been careful enough. They had to admit that they were curious about who the hell he was, adding even more fuel to the rumor-mill when Godo´s started to use magic of all Factions, and whose power was so similar to those of Asgard. Godo should have realized it sooner, [Fimbulthulr] was an Asgardian myth Authority, that means that if the Asgardian Pantheon existed in this realm, it was more than possible that they would recognize it as Asgardian too. Fortunately, they were extremely confused about the fact that Godo could use any magic, no matter from where, and had zero difficulties to mix spells and energies, when experimented magicians struggle to get the basics done with such mixture of energies.
Good thing, there was no witness of Lyta´s appearances or when he used the [Golden Sword of Victory], to crush an army of undead under the command of a Beelzebub´s Clan general or when he unleashed the [Swarm of Locust]. That will be even harder to camouflage. Godo knew of the rumors about how he was a demigod or even a rogue god, but until now, no one has ever mention Asgard, Godo had a deep affinity with the Norse, in part for his ancestors, Uldin and Magnus, both Campione and the latter sworn brother of Odin himself; and in part from his own [Fimbulthulr]. Anyhow, Godo kept his cards close to his chest and politely denied any desire of divulging anything from his past; but he left a piece of it as consolation and admit that he was indeed part divine. Now, that was a lie and a truth at the same time, and enough to kept them wondering.
Godo couldn't but mentally chuckle at how are they going to freak out when he unleashed one of his Authorities, one that ironically, made him part of the Three Factions at once. There was no need for the moment to release it, as it was a terrible and devastating Authority, and King was not all that destroyer as Godo, well, sure, the rape camps and the smoldering craters of fortress and the such were not even a foot note, as practically all powerful individuals has done the same at some point in the war. Believe or not, Godo was trying to separate himself from the legend that he has accumulated about being a land destroyer back at home, and the last thing he need now was to add that title to his King persona.
On the side note, Godo smiled wickedly under his mask, when Sirzech and Falbium told him about the looting that all Factions has been doing on each other, how everyone was trying to get as much as they could from the corpses of their enemies. Godo knew that the next fortress, castle, whatever he smashed, he was going to be sure that he has picked up all the treasures hiding in the rubble. Who would have thought?, loot was legal, as soon as there was no one else there to claim possession of the goods. Godo was the supreme magician, but that doesn't means that he didn't have to study to master them; thanks to his Authority, Godo was able to learn all magic, but being able to learn, doesn't mean instant knowledge, Godo has to study and practice, even if it was incredible easy for him to do so. Finding Grimoires with advanced spells or any other type of knowledge source, would be more than welcome.
Godo run this thought of finding masters of magic, and Falbium told him that Devil Magic was one of a kind, and usually all Factions had their own, so finding a master magician was like a lottery, they could be for the magic you desire or could be for another entirely different style or race. There was rumors of Dragon servants that has entered into pacts with Dragons so they could use their magic, there was rumors of Sages that had discovered the secrets of the Youjutsu of the Youkai and their Senjutsu, making them tremendously strong, there was more rumors about a Fallen Angel that seduced a Fairy and learned the secrets of the Fairy´s Winter Magic.
Rumors, much like King´s origins and source of his powers; the only silver line in all that, was how Godo was able to learn all that. In fact, Godo was curious about that Senjutsu thing that Youkai possessed; more common among Daiyoukai; that was very similar to Luo Hao´s martial arts. Godo trained under Luo Hao´s avid stare; only with a loincloth and always with all the muscles tense as steel cords, she had a massive muscle fetish; after all that suffering Godo learned one of the Luo Hao´s techniques, Soul-Stealing Palm and develop his own, The Golden Tiger, a mix of magic and the Shaolin´s Black Tiger Fist or Heihuquan.
It did not slip past Godo, how none of the Four Great Satans did anything to discredit that notion that King was supporting their cause, even if King acts pretty much however he pleased; but seven times out of ten, it benefited the goals of the Anti-Satan Faction in some way or another; the rest was King butting heads with a Devil Clan or having a disagreement with another Faction, like Fallen Angel raiders, Dragons, etc. The Underworld was surprisingly varied, one just had to look a little, and practically all species are there, in some ways; even Humans, except they are mostly slaves or food, with the occasional magician or empowered human, like Sacred Gear users and the such.
Sacred Gears, now that was a headache; Godo liked video games and Sacred Gears are cheats to the eleven, artifacts of tremendous powers that are hidden in random souls, all over creation. It was impossible to know when or how is going to surge another one, but when they do, usually they always left a mark in history. There were tiers of Sacred Gears, from Low-Tier to High-Tier Longinus, artifacts with the power to slay gods. Godo was very relieved that none of that shit happened in his home world, just the mere idea of a moron like Doni; even if he was a good friend and a respected rival; with a Sacred Gear like The Boosted Gear made Godo shiver in fright.
Anyhow, Sacred Gears happens only among humans or human hybrids; there was some rumors about artificial Sacred Gears and how the Fallen Angels has devised a method to stole and implant them for themselves, but without proof or seeing it happening in front of his eyes, Godo would remain skeptic on the matter; and they were a glitch in the system that the God of the Bible designated for Creation. Quite the colossal screw up, in Godo´s opinion, but he just go with the flow of this bloody Bizarro World, and just enjoy the ride for what was worth it, until he could get back home.
With the support, or at last a non-aggression pact, signed with the Anti-Satan Faction; Godo could dedicate to his personal quest of looting everything that was not bolted to the ground and try to find someone who could help him devise a way home. During his quest, he meet a lot of curious individuals; some punching their teeth out of their mouths and other having a nice drink with them. Among the latter, one that brought forth a lot of headaches was none other than Azazel, Governor of the Gregori and the smartass of the century.
Azazel was fascinated by King unique magic, how he can use everything without any problem and even more about how it was possible for him; being some kind of demigod or something; to learn magic so fast, so well and from all sources. Azazel helped King to understand that he was pretty much trapped in this world unless he could beat Great Red, the silence of King made Azazel laugh awkwardly as the Fallen Angel was not entirely sure if King was crazy enough to try it. The infamy of King reached a critical point in the Fallen Angel, Threat-O-Meter, when King slain Orcus and lived to tell the tale. Killing a Grim Reaper was feat enough, but killing a High-Class Grim Reaper like Orcus was something sort of legendary for all Factions.
King continued with his quest to find a way home, but with the war reaching their critical point and the tensions between all the Supernatural Factions, and how the more he knew, the more it was clear that his plan would have left this world´s ass open for any invasion from other dimensions; Godo started to despair. Only Lyta´s constant support from his left arm, keep him stable and relatively sane. Godo was a Campione after all, Irrational is their purest definition. In this sad and angered state, Godo found himself in the middle of a battle for one of the last bastions of the Old Satan Faction.
On one side, Serafall Leviathan; previously Sitri; was commanding a fleet of warships from the nearby lakes, unleashed barrage after barrage of artillery into the fortress walls, on the other hand, the last descendant of Leviathan, Katerea was defending the fortress with all she had, in that place, the Old Satan Faction has conducted extermination raids over the Vaper Clan, that took residence in the deep waters of the country sized lake that surrounded the lake. The place was famous, not only for being a stronghold of the Leviathan Clan, but for their library with all kind of spells related to water, ice, navigation and breeding of Sea Serpents, a Low-Class aquatic Dragons.
King floated over the battle, standing in a golden magic circle that keep him in the air with easiness and observing the scene, and wanting to vent some frustration; not caring at all about the ripples that he was about to unleash in the Underworld; sent a magical communication to Serafall Leviathan, asking; politely, of course, there was no reason to be rude with such a nice lady as Serafall; for her to retire her ships deep into the lake, as King was going to vaporize the entire fortress and feared that the spell that he was going to use would cause them harm.
Truth to be told, Serafall could have done the same, she was strong enough to freeze half of the Underworld if she was pissed off enough, but her almost childish curiosity and cheerful demeanor, made her ask King; one of her favorite mysteries and entertainment, as he was perfect as the mysterious anti-hero figure; about what did he had in mind for asking them about a tactical retreat. King saw no reason to do not to explain himself as she was going to be witness of it anyway. King informed an astonished Serafall that he was going to call forth a spell from the Heaven and the sacred chants of the spell would be like a dagger to the soul of the Devils around. Serafall wanted to deny it, but when King started to focus his divine power, the unmistakable power of the Light of the Angels feel over the senses of the fleet like a hammer, making all of them feel sick to say the least.
A bright, golden, symbol, a symbol that any veteran of the Great War knew well; it still hunted the nightmares of the survivors; erupted in the air, hundreds of meters over the fortress, whose defenders could barely believe what they were seeing. The radiance of pure, unbridled Divine power, so similar to the accursed Light of Fallen Angels that it was hurting them even at such a distance; sent the entire fortress into disarray, hundreds of Devils took flight, trying to reach whoever was creating that symbol and kill it before it was too late.
Then the chant hit them, and they feel no more.
Devils, by their origins, are absolutely weak to the Light of the Angels and Fallen Angels, the energy called Light was absolutely anathema for them, but that was not the only one of their weakness; one their worst weakness, was ironically, one of the strongest aces under Godo´s sleeves. Words. Words of the Bible or a faithful pray made with true fervor could hurt a Devil quite badly, and the chants of the Authority that Godo was about to unleash were a prayer and carried the will of Heaven with them.
"Holy, Holy, Holy; intense, perpetual and tireless. Kindling and firing, such are the burning flames of Sheol; unhinged, unquenchable and radiant; by the Will of God´s Executioner, I command the all-consuming flames; forever dispelling and destroying the shadows of darkness!".
Words of power, the chant that activated the power of [God´s Executioner], the Authority that Godo obtained from the Heretic God Abaddón; with time and practice, Godo unlocked three powers that were hidden deep within the [The Destroyer], the original Authority that created golden explosions of divine fire.
For the Devils below, it was like a remastered version of the worst nightmare that they even had, when the Holy words of the chant; the exact same the Seraph of the Golden Throne chanted all day; slammed against their Devils essence and ripped it apart. Those who died by the words were the fortunate ones, as they just died, but when the flames fall from the sky, guided by the enraged and determined will of King; they experimented Eradication, with bloody capital letters. The Golden Flames of Abaddón, the angel of destruction, Apollyon in Greek, were all-consuming, nothing could endure against it, God himself crafted Abaddón to be his executioner.
Stone, steel, flesh, bones, leather, no matter, everything was the same for the rain of golden fire that hit any surface they touch and consume it, in blazing fires that illuminated the purple skied Underworld with a golden bonfire that made all Devils in hundreds of miles shudder uncontrollably; deep within them, long before Abaddón fall, his Golden Flames reaped millions of lives; as the phantom touch of destruction made fire, agitated their essences with undiluted fear.
It was different from a show of power; truth to be told, an enraged Dragon could have made an even better spectacle; but it was something more primal. It was something that spoke about how no matter where you run, no matter what kind of defense you tried to pull, no matter who the bloody hell you are; the flames will burn you, and they will not be kind like a dagger to the heart or a Light Spear could be. No, this was annihilation gave form; a fire that burned since the beginning of Heaven, a fire that could consume everything and that was under the command of the Angel, whose name was Destroyer.
For a day, the Golden Flames keep devouring the fortress and all the Devils that were unfortunate enough to do not die with the Chant that left seventy percent of the troops crippled or in a coma. There were survivors, the ones that managed to summon enough will to teleport themselves out of there or submerging themselves in the waters of the lake, thinking; and not wrong; that they would have better chances against a freaking fleet that against the Golden Flames of the Golden Throne. The flames were focused on the fortress, everything outside of it, was of no consequence to the will that manipulated and channeled them. It was quite the spectacle, to actually see stone burn; an even the magical circles inside the stone and the foundation of the fortress; with such ferocity and in such pretty golden colors. Serafall was smiling widely, but as taken back as the rest of the Devils of the fleet.
King has already entered into the fortress, completely ignoring the flames; who parted at his pass like the waters at the pass of Moises; and before the flames could reach the inner parts of the fortress, he walked over the crippled Devils, crushing anyone who managed to get back on their feet at his pass; frankly, it was a mercy more than anything else; and walking to the inner sanctums and library of the fortress. Taking anything he wanted, King felt a shadow of a pang of gilt, he was acting a lot like Voban or Alec, but after witness the result of the genocide campaign that the previous Leviathan has done on the lake, King knew that they had it coming; at last he has been fast, Serafall and their fleet could have been put them on siege for months. King took solace in the fact that the Golden Flames could not hurt an innocent of a creature who follow God´s laws; and so far, he saw no indication that there could be one of those in the fortress.
Looting the library and the inner sanctum at his leisure, filling several chests and other containers with anything that caught his fancy; making them float with a Telekinesis spell; King exited the fortress by the main gate on the other side of the fortress and took flight into the distance, not even glancing behind once. It has been a cathartic exercise, but the weight of knowing that his way home had as consequence leaving an entire world defenseless soon turn his mood sour again.
Godo had a nice, comfortable and a bit separated from the city, apartment in Lilith; the actual Capital of the Underworld; a place where he could hide and breath again, as Godo had the entire place so warded that even if the Underworld exploded his little apartment would float in the space as if nothing has happened. Well, that was the idea anyways. For several months, Godo just bunked in there, enjoying the loot from the fortress and taking some time to clear his head from the truth that he was going to be in this world for a loooong time. Lyta was a great help during those times, his Authority/servant/lover; yeah, it was a convoluted relationship; was a solid rock where Godo could lean on to pass the worst of it.
During a stroll to get some new supplies, Godo caught ear of how the Civil War was almost at its end, how the Anti-Satan Faction was making a final push and kicking what´s left of the Old Satan Faction into the edges of the Underworld, but the general sensation was of grim acceptance, that the battle was going to be bloody, on both sides, none wanted any parley, there will be no mercy from any Faction and even after the success of the Anti-Satan Faction during the war, the Old Satan Faction still had a lot of numbers on their side. If the battle prolongs for too long, perhaps the Old Satan Faction could make a comeback and what´s worse, there was still a lot of supposedly Anti-Satan Faction that secretly supported the other Faction, trying to be on both sides at the same time. Godo was not surprised, they were Devils after all, even if Godo has seen a lot of good in the Four Great Satans.
Lyta, sweet, wonderful Lyta, dragged Godo by the ear and told him that it was time to King to step back into the battlefield, the Anti-Satan Faction need his help and it was about bloody time, Godo stop mopping around and get his ass into gear. Not to mention that Lyta supported the Anti-Satan Faction and Godo´s life would be a bloody nightmare if he ever dared to disappoint the woman in his left arm. Sighing, and knowing that Lyta was absolutely right, Godo put his mask on and teleported directly to the edges of the Underworld, calmly floating in a magical disc and with a single spell, devastate dozens of flying Devils with the crest of Beelzebub; the former, not the actual, that would have been really awkward to explain later; signaling his support to the cause of the Anti-Satan Faction.
There is little need to say that he was more than welcome, but the fear in the eyes of those that payed ear to the rumors of his Angelic Magic, could be seen perfectly clear. Curiously enough, it was Serafall the one that show no fear at all about him, she even smiled at him; that did surprise King a lot, he didn't expect such a welcome after he showed that he can call forth; once at day and only against evil beings; the flames of Abaddón, frankly, they should be terrified. It was Ajuka the one who caught his body language and explained that the Golden Flames did destroy the fortress, but the slaves and beasts that were tortured and imprisoned under the fortress were totally unharmed, a lot of them Sitri and Valper Clan Devils, who didn't suffered at all from the Golden Flames that exterminated their captors, torturers, chains and cages.
Well, that was an unexpected turn of events, there was innocents on the Devils, and the flames of the executioner of God, left Devils and monsters alive!, now, King was convinced that this world was totally nuts, but with the absence of a God; killed in the Great War, as one General of Asmodeus told him before being vivisected by a wind blade from a spell; and the sequels of the Great War still lingering, it was not a surprise that everything was still trying to make head or tails about what to do now. At last, on what concerns the Three Factions, the other Pantheons must be laughing their asses off about all this mess; and to be completely honest, if Godo had landed on Earth instead of the Underworld, he would be laughing too.
As King expected, the battle was a nightmare with thousands of soldiers battling over the floor and in the skies; for what Falbium told him they were overwhelmed in a ten to one numbers, meaning that nearby one million troops collided over the edges of the Underword. The place was covered in the corpses of the fallen, with innumerable spells flying everywhere, hitting allies and enemies alike; there was a mixture of everything in the battlefield, as each Faction has call in for favors, be it monetary, land owning or artifacts and King did saw Dragons and Fallen Angels battling around, mixed with the Devil armies clash. As King lacked any kin of military rank among any army, Falbium ask him to be a slayer; meaning King will look out for the enemy powerhouses and deal with them.
Considering the number of troops and the crude of the terrain; little more than a humongous valley of charred rock and spiky craters, all under the eternally purple sky of the Underworld; it was not that hard to look out for big beasts like Dragons, but sensing something in the middle of the millions of spells flying around and trying to spot any possible objective was an entirely different matter. Just try to find a needle in the hayloft, at the same time there is an artillery attack ongoing; is not as easy as it sounds. Anyhow, Godo soon picked up enough powerful signals to call his attention and as he promised the Four Great Satans, King took flight over there and start eliminating powerhouses of the Anti-Satan Faction.
A swordsman of the Beelzebub Clan, a monster tamer from the Asmodeus Clan, a Dragon-shifter from the Bané Clan, a Sea-Serpent rider from the Leviathan Clan, and so went the list on. King fight all of them in battle, be in on the ground, water or skies, it was indifferent for him. Using mostly spells, Martial Arts and the occasional call of Lyta; in the form of white clouds and the spear of light, piercing through the defenses of his enemies and vaporizing them with the divine radiance of the white spear. King dispatched all enemies that stood his way, even fighting several Dragons; High-Class, not King-Class, that was another game entirely and Godo would need more than spells to put them down; who had aligned themselves with the Anti-Satan Faction.
The battle raged, each Faction giving their all, in order to put an end to this war and start to walk the dream they have; the Anti-Satan Faction looking for the survival of their kin and the Old Satan Faction looking to finally end the Great War, by destroying all other Factions and ruling over the world undisputed. Thousands of Devils perished in the first hour of the battle and King knew that it was just the prequel. After he saw the rape camp of the Old Satan Faction, King knew that the numbers of the Old Satan Faction were practically infinite, that they could; by mass producing something akin to Devil Clones; constantly replenish their soldiers, however, the cost was that this mass created soldier were not exceptionally strong, cannon fodder at best, and with King killing the powerhouses, the only ace that the Old Satan Faction has left, was pure overwhelming numbers and trying to bleed the Anti-Satan Faction of their own powerhouses before going for the kill.
King fly through the battlefield like the reaper itself, joining from time to time with another aces of the Anti-Satan Faction to take down a tough nut to crack or collaborating in the reinforcement of positions and barriers; thanks to King magical reserves it was easy as pie to create a barrier that could hold down even High-Class Dragons, not to mention, his unique mixture of Magic that was supposedly impossible for any Faction to imitate.
Elements, monsters, magical constructions, everything has a place in this pandemonium of magic and violence, and King, much to Godo´s inner chagrin; was enjoying every second of it, battling worthy rivals; even if they can not offer anything in reward for their defeat; and letting go a lot of the frustration and rage that he has been holding down since he arrived at this world. It felt good to let it go and stop holding back, unleashing tremendous barrages of destructive spells against the military formations of the Anti-Satan Faction; all of it laughing and calling for more, to face a rival that could made his Campione instincts boil and enjoy the battle. As a tiger that Godo resembled too much, he was a lazy and grumpy slouch all the time, but when the battle calls, Godo was a sight to behold, smiling with primal joy and making his enemies tremble at his sight.
Euclid Lucifuge, one of the most powerful aces of the Anti-Satan Faction challenged King, and King answered with joy; sending a brutal explosion towards the lapdog of the Lucifer Clan, but Euclid managed to demonstrate that he was not the average jack and countered the explosion with his own, unleashing a barrage of black beams towards King, piercing the cape that King wore and showing King, that at last, there was a challenge to fight in all this mess.
Spell after spell, King and Euclid clashed, trying to outwit the other with several combinations of spells and teleportations, always trying to see past the defenses of the other; unfortunately for Euclid, King´s magical resistance was akin to the gods. However, much to King surprise and mirth, Euclid managed to sing his skin with a back miasma of some kind; a Devil Magic spell that King has not seen yet; the redness of his sun kissed skin; the first time anyone saw the flesh of King under his clothes; demonstrated that he could be wounded and killed. King laughed, excited and exalted for the first time in years, releasing a lot of his magical power and offering Euclid adequate respect by burying a spear made of light into Euclid guts.
Devils are weak to light, so much was true, but among the Devils, there are individuals who has developed a partial resistance to the light, thanks to their magical power or another factors; Euclid was one of those individuals; the spear hurt as hell, true, but it was far from enough to put him down. Euclid took the spear out of his body, the flesh of his gut smoking and charred due the poisonous touch of the bloody spear. Channeling a lot of magic, Euclid trapped King into a force barrier and created dozens of powerful explosions inside the barrier, trying to overwhelm King with raw power.
Golden energy erupted from the barrier, clashing against the magical force of the walls and smashing it to shards; from the holes in the barrier, the words of King could be eared and all Devils nearby shivered; those are not words from the Bible, but the unmistakable sensation of divine power was more than enough to made their primal fears, peek out the surface.
"O wind, swiftly convey the king´s edict. I command as kin. Come to fight as my spear, Lance of the White Knight!".
King called his most loyal knight and the tornado of silver and golden winds that erupted from him, shattered the prison where Euclid has trapped him, drowning the explosions under a superior power; a neigh of a warhorse and the phantasmal figure of an armored female knight over a massive armored warhorse, appeared over King, dwarfing even the Dragons around. [Lance of the White Knight], the Authority where Lyta resided.
Euclid teleported to the back of King and tried to stab him with a dagger made of black ice, but before he ended the strike a sudden rush of wind shredded his skin, making him bleed and forcing him to teleport back to a further position. Winds surrounded King like a living twister, as his left arm transform into a light lance that send shivers through Euclid´s spine. That white radiance was akin to see that bastard Archangel Michael Light, and it was enough to know that it was a severe threat for his life.
With Lyta at his side, King pointed the spear to the Old Satan Faction army and with a war cry, King become a beam of light and wind, tearing apart his enemies and leaving behind nothing but shredded carcasses, charred corpses, broken bodies and thunderous noises of winds moving at a speed where they could cut even steel. An entire flank of the Anti-Satan Faction fall, just under the brutal onslaught of the White Lance of Lyta, winds and clouds defended King as he charged like a golden and silver lightning against his objectives piercing them and leaving nothing but corpses in his wake.
Slow but steady, the tides started to turn against the Old Satan Faction, their numbers started to mean nothing against the massive damage that the aces of the Anti-Satan Faction could pull out of their sleeves, specially Ajuka, Sirzech and King, whose raw power was more than enough to force the leaders of the Old Satan Faction to run with the tails between their legs. Only Rizevim Livan Lucifer stood his ground for a while against them, but soon; after King and Sirzech wounded him; Lucifer´s son run along the rest of the former Four Satans and hide somewhere in the deepest corners of the Underworld, abandoning millions of Devils and their allies to their luck.
Without Lyta; as the ten minutes time for her manifestation passed; and not really wanting to reveal anymore of his Authorities; King knew it was a matter of exterminate all the remaining forces. King has to confess that he felt pity and sadness for the Devils that he killed; exterminated would be a better world; as they were born, forced to grown, armed and tossed into battle, without any intention of them to survive beyond the day of the battle, just cannon fodder than would have been eliminated, if the Anti-Satan Faction won the day.
Falbium and King took the burden of the task, today all the Four Great Satans had consolidated their claim to be the rulers of the Underworld, but the grim task of dealing with the aftermath of the battle, will be for those that understand better than anyone, what it is to swim in a blood of pool and corpses and emerge from the other side, as sane as one could be. That was a grim day, but King was not part of the Anti-Satan Faction, just a casual and welcome occurrence, much like an earthquake shattering and enemy fortress, and King was a total mystery, so the army feel happy when King ended his task and just like he appeared, vanished.
Not a week later; when King was looting some abandoned labs, fortress and other emplacements of the defeated Faction; he found himself helping Sirzech Lucifer, in the recovery, rescue or whatever the hell it was, of the love of Sirzech´s life, Grayfia Lucifuge, one of the former aces of the Old Satan Faction. Godo was all about love; he had a harem in the past, more than eight girls, and he loved each one of them deeply, going to hell and forth for each one of them; but Sirzech and Grayfia actually were in the opposite bands of the war, and much to the amazement of everyone around, they fell in love with each other. It was the Devil version of Romeo and Juliet.
Frankly, it disconcerted King, but Sirzech was a good man, and if he was in love; and Grayfia echoed that sentiment; King will have little problems in helping the pair of lovebirds, helping Grayfia to elope out of the bloody Old Satan Faction and settling the score with Euclid, who tried to prevent Grayfia´s betrayal, by caging her back into the exiled places of the Old Satan Faction. As King and Euclid; and the cohorts of the later; battle in the skies and earth, Sirzech took Grayfia out of the Old Satan Faction exile, and took her to the Gremory Clan Territory.
King settled the score with Euclid, butchering his cohort and killing the arrogant silver haired Devil; who, by the way, had a very unhealthy fixation with his own bloody sister; or that would like King to say, before King vivisected Euclid in two with [Lance of the White Knight]; the bastard managed to disperse himself with a teleportation magic circle. It has been a very interesting battle, the Devil managed to injure King, bruising his body under the clothes, but nothing that a healing spell and a good rest could not remedy. After, dispatching the Devils, King thought that it was a bloody shame to abandon the fortress that Euclid was so fixated in defend and cage his own sister in, so King looted the place and then razed it to the ground. Quite the loot by the way, between all the looting that he has been doing all over the Civil War; he had to rent the entire building of his apartment and turn most of the empty apartments into something akin to a warehouse; Godo really should invest a bit in a bigger home, if he wanted to keep his possession ordered and maintained.
What he didn't expect of course, was to found Azazel waiting in one of the empty apartment, tinkering with a metallic gauntlet of some sort. The Governor of the Fallen Angels, was fascinated by King´s magic and somehow, Azazel managed to follow the trail all the way to Lilith and set partial shop in one of the empty houses of the building. Godo reprimanded himself, his wards did not prevent anyone to enter in the empty apartments, as he knew that a lot of Devils come to see the place, in order to find a place to live; the wards protected the building and the possessions on it, but if one carried no ill intention and just sit in one of the apartments, the wards will do anything.
Azazel was delighted to see that King had a lot of common hobbies with him, like video games and magical artifacts; not to mention a supreme taste in spirit drinks, with bottles of the best whiskey of the Underworld stored in his kitchen. Godo would have like to vaporize the Fallen Angel to meddle in his business, Lyta convinced Godo that having friends would do good for him; and No, King and the Four Great Satans did not count, King was not Godo´s real persona, just a mask to hide his identity and be left alone and in peace. Chatting over a glass of whiskey on the rocks, Godo and Azazel discovered that they could be good friends, and an informal pact of live and let live was signed over a drink and a Co-op arcade game.
Unfortunately, Godo discovered that Azazel had deeper connections that he suspected among the Devils, and a month after the events with Sirzech and Grayfia, Godo found a missive on his mailbox, inviting King to the weeding of Sirzech Gremory and Grayfia Lucifuge. Now that was and was not a surprise; Godo knew of how both Devils has fallen in love during the Civil War, but to actually marry each other?, now that was a bold maneuver. Sirzech, the hero, married Grayfia, the ace of the enemy; well, Godo could see why half of the Underworld, specially the younger ladies, found the entire thing totally dreamy; alas, they have asked for King to be present, and Godo didn't like weddings much. Godo had his own share of them with more than eight lovers; even if Lucretia and Ena never said a word about it; not to mention, when his children grow up and found their own sweethearts, Godo would have to attend; it would be tremendously offensive for them otherwise, and Godo loved all his children.
Godo took mental note of punching Azazel next time he saw him, but sighing, King preparing his best suit, mask and a present for the couple; and when the day of the weeding comes, he teleported directly to the weeding, siting among the Four Great Satans; they had a chair for him and everything; and patiently waited for the ceremony to end. There is no need to say that his presence cause quite the commotion, but the couple welcome King with a smile and the rest of the Satans did treat him like a friend, causing King to be a little uncomfortable.
King was far from being accustom to that; half of the time was either fear or adoration, and chatting amicably with powerful beings; people that can give him a run for his money, that was something that Godo can only experiment with Doni; who was a moron the best of the days; and Annie, but the latter was one of his lovers and fellow Campione. The most novel experience was Serafall trying to peek under his mask, chasing him all over the place; King never understood what did the Leviathan see in him, but the female Satan was determined to see how he was under his mask. Personally, Godo blamed Azazel, somehow, Godo was sure that the Fallen Angel has something to do with all this.
It was a very nice occasion, the only downside was when an enraged host of the Boosted Gear went into Juggernaut Drive and menaced with smash the Gremory territory town where the weeding was taking place. It was a dick move from the Old Satan Faction remnants in Lilith; a bunch of High-Class Devils, secret supporters of the Old Satan Faction, kidnapped, raped and assassinate the wife of the current Red Dragon Emperor in front of the eyes of the host and when the host became mad with grief and rage, they run to the location of the wedding. Ajuka discovered all this, after all ended, but King was the one that has to face the Red Dragon Emperor before he could reach the more populated sections of the town.
King Versus Red Dragon Emperor.
The match of the century indeed, and for the first time since Godo arrived to this world, he felt that he should not hold back at all. King clashed against the frenzied beast, all semblance of humanity lost in his visage, all semblance of hope for the poor sod under the crimson mail lost in mad grief and hate for the Devils that has done this. Not that King could not empathize with his enemy, if anyone had tried something like that with any of his lovers and loved one, Godo would have torched the world without even blinking an eye.
[The Golden Sword of Victory], the first Authority that he earned, chanted alongside it master, cutting the crimson armor, gauntlets like dragon claws fought against hands like tiger claws, golden flame collided against crimson flame, dozens of golden floating swords pierced the body of the host, just to be repelled by crude force as the strength of the host continued to grow further and further.
Abyssal holes devoured oceans of flames, magic barriers were shattered under the claws of the host, reaching King body, and even wounding him; a golden sword cut the stomach of the host, disemboweling him; but it mattered little to both contenders, as they inflicted more and more wounds over their bodies, soon reaching the point on where they should be nothing more than crippling messes. Flesh, bones and armor burn, crash, rip and boiled under the onslaught; now little more than a contest of indomitable wills; the blood of the Campione and the Red Dragon Emperor mixed in the floor, before the flames that consumed everything surrounded him covered them and in a massive golden and red explosion that shattered the entire mountain range on where they were fighting, both fighters dissipated.
Campione Data:
Name: Kusanagi Godo
Authorities:
Golden Sword of Victory: The Golden sword of Verethragna. Cuts anything as long as Godo knew enough about it, it can multiply infinitely and be shoot as projectiles and can absorb other Authorities and transform adequately, depending of the Authority involved.
Chant:
"Calling the Golden Sword, I bring forth justice in this world!. Powerful is this sword, for it brings justice, it is powerful, for it brings victory, it is powerful for it brings ruin to my enemies!, it is powerful, for it brings healing!"
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The Destroyer: Abaddón´s Authority. This Authority is divided in three aspects:
-As Angel,God´s Executioner. Golden, divine, fire that consumes everything.
Chant:
"Holy, Holy, Holy; intense, perpetual and tireless. Kindling and firing, such are the burning flames of Sheol; unhinged, unquenchable and radiant; by the Will of God´s Executioner, I command the all-consuming flames; forever dispelling and destroying the shadows of darkness!".
-As Fallen Angel, King of Abyss. Access to the Abyss, an infinite empty space that can absorb anything.
-As Devil, Swarm of Locust. Summon a plague of locusts resembling horses with crowned human faces, women's hair, lions' teeth, wings, iron breast-plates, and a tail with a scorpion's stinger.
Chant:
"Unholy, Twisted, Corrupt; hungry, rabid and relentless. Bestial and infinite, such are the Locust of Sheol; unstoppable, insatiable and abominable; by the Will of The Destroyer, I command the Swarm; devouring everything until there is nothing left!".
Godo can not use this Authority on any creature of Christianity or innocents, and each one of them, one time per day, unless [Insane Rush] or Godo is in Riastrad state.
Fimbulthulr: From Odin. The supreme magician, there is no magic that he can not use.
Chant:
"Galdr, Sejdr and Runes, I am the wise whose blood feed Yggsdrasil, magic is in my blood, supreme is my craft, for I am Fimbulthulr".
Riastrad: From Cu Cuchulain. Trades sanity for power, condensing and multiplying all the Authorities and magical power into an amalgamated form that is leagues above the sum of its parts. Godo is totally out of his mind in this state, and only after everything that opposed him as been destroyed or his primal urges has been sated, would sanity return to Godo.
Lance of White Knight: Lancelot Du Lac became a servant of Godo, residing in his left arm and acting as his Authority and later, as another of his lovers. Lancelot became Lyta, as her name was Hippolyta. Godo can summon her for ten minutes a day and she becomes white clouds and heavy winds that protects Godo, along turning his left arm into a white light spear.
Chant:
"O wind, swiftly convey the king´s edict. I command as kin. Come to fight as my spear, Lance of the White Knight!".
Martial Arts:
Soul-Stealing Palm: A solid strike to the enemy, usually a palm to the chest or the head, that drains the magic/chi/ki/energy of the victim, empowering the user.
-The Golden Tiger: A series of Kung-Fu techniques that are based in the Black Tiger Style of the Shaolin, with acrobatic kicks, low wide stances and the fingers sets as it were the claws of the animal, empowered by the godly magic reserves of Godo.