Sorry for such a long delay, I got locked out of my PC for weeks, and then I was focused on trying to catch up on Grey Faction 2, which I want to get published in stores in the next month or so. Anyway, please enjoy the long awaited update. :)


Also as some of you know I'm a writer and voice actor for Hadadunia Games, but I've recently gotten an acting role in Secret Yuuki & the starlight alliance live action series, it has plenty of CGI and is going to be killer. I'm playing Sodrakexen, the main villain. What's funny is that a while back, I worked on a book for these guys. Check out my profile page as I'll include a link for the CGI opening test they've recently sent me, it looks totally boss, though they got my character's name spelt wrong. ;) lol


DINGIR, THE CURSE OF GOD IS A TEACHER AT KUOH ACADEMY?!

Chapter 4

The nun, the pervert, and the Dingir


(Dingir POV)

'The glory of Sunday, no school, no annoying devil brats, and no perverted trio. While I might have started off poorly with some rather unpleasant nightmares of a past I'd much rather forget, it doesn't mean I can't enjoy the city and my day off. A nice walk, see the sights, still haven't explored this place yet, lunch out, after that I'll go look for the night life, haven't gotten drunk in ages, and maybe go see a brothel after that. Japan apparently had a lot of them, and it wasn't like the bounties Satan had sent me were much of a stress reliever when dealing with bratty kids, and smart bratty kids with demonic powers all day.'

Even though the weather was lovely outside, luck was surely not with him, as Mark left a convenience store with a bag in hand, he spotted the demonic member of the perverted trio, Issei, he considered bolting, but then the boy wouldn't want to be around him either, so he relaxed.

"Grazie mille per aiutarmi a raggiungere la chiesa," said a young girl's voice, and Mark then noticed the very pretty blonde girl with Issei, and he felt his brain stop in it's tracks.

"You're welcome," replied Issei with a smile, not his perverted one, but a normal one. "I'm more than happy to help." Issei was still speaking in Japanese but using the devil gift to be able to speak in and understand all languages.

'Issei has a girlfriend?'

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"Lode a Dio che ti ho conosciuto, Issei-san," said the nun with an adorable smile. Issei winced at the slight prayer.

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Then Mark noticed the nun clothing she wore. 'Issei, you better not be trying to have your way with a niave girl of the church!' thought Mark with sudden heat. He couldn't ignore this, could he? A deep sigh, he followed them from a distance. Just to make sure.

Issei and the nun went to a few places, before heading to the park. 'I thought she said Issei was taking her to the church,' mused Mark. Then a thought occured to him, would a devil run city even be allowed to have a church? Something wasn't right here.

A nearby child hurt their knee and the nun hurried over to the child, and used magic to heal the injury, instantly. Mark's eyes widened, the magic was golden and warm, a fragment of the divine. "Great-Gramps..." he whispered, recognising the feel of it. It was obviously a sacred gear, but even they didn't have this kind of pure magic feel to them. 'Who is this girl?'

"Qui ti va poco, ti guarirò," said the nun, the child thanked her and went off with their mother, who dismissed the idea of what she'd done, the girl looked a little sad upon hearing the mothers words, she knew a teeny bit of Japanese, but the gaze of the mother explained it all.

"Are you okay, Asia?" Issei asked.

"Va bene, sono abituato," the nun, Asia replied with a soft sigh, she was used to it, the world was moving away from religion and miracles.

"That's quite the gift you have there," said Mark walking over, wearing a kind smile, that went against his usual bearing. "Questo è il dono che hai qui," he repeated in Italian, when she gave him a puzzled frown.

Issei went pale, seeing his most hated teacher outside of school. "Geh, Oni-sensei?!"

"Oh, e chi potrebbe essere?" she enquired of his identity, though pleased at the compliment of her gift. Issei-san seemed to know him.

"Il mio nome è Mark Green, insegno l'inglese a Kuoh Academy, un piacere di incontrarmi," he said, introducing himself to her, including his profession.

"Ah, il suo insegnante inglese? Beh, sono Asia Argento, bella anche per incontrarmi," she introduced herself with a slight curtsey.


(Issei / general POV)

'Damn it, why did Oni-sensei have to be here, always getting in my way!' lamented Issei with a cloud of depression hanging over him. Things had been going just fine with Asia-chan, blonde girls were totally hot! But then his english teacher had stumbled across them and started chatting to them, and what's worse Asia-chan seemed to like him, it was totally killing the mood he had been building up. Hadn't the giant bastard ever heard of being a cock block?

While he didn't dominate the conversation with Asia, he did keep sending suspicious glares Issei's way that indicated he understood Issei's aims, which badly put him off trying to seduce Asia. Ultimately they reached the church, and Issei was hit with a powerful, sickening feeling, which got worse the closer they got to the building.

Issei was reminded of his demonic state of being, clearly the clout about churches being holy ground was true, and it would be dangerous to actually go inside. Making excuses when Asia offered to make them tea inside, Issei hurried off.

"Bene che è un peccato, egli deve sentirsi poco bene," sighed Asia, disappointed, hoping to spend more time with her new friend.

"Anzi, verrò a controllarlo, vedrò se posso organizzarlo per venire a visitare," Mark replied, ruffling her hair, making her pout. He'd talked to Issei and see if they could meet again. The pervert was actually being well behaved. He'd give Issei the benefit of the doubt. Or rather he was saying it to keep this sweet girl from being sad.

A devil and a nun would never be allowed to co-exist. If the church found out, they'd kill Issei, and if Issei's king found out, she'd prevent him from returning. Didn't mean they couldn't meet in public though. Speaking of churches though, it clearly wasn't in active use, an abandoned church, what's more, with Issei not providing a distraction, he could faintly sense the tainted light of the fallen angels.

'I'll need to tell Lucifer about this,' thought Mark. 'They're using this place as a base, and this child who can heal coming now...they need her powers for something. But is she a pawn or a co-conspirator, what were they planning?'

"Grazie mille maestro," thanked Asia with a warm smile, bringing out his paternal instincts from millenia ago.

'Oh my God, she's so fucking adorable!' he thought, eyes widening. 'I really hope she isn't in on this.' He gave her a small bow, "Sei benvenuto, Asia." He smiled, turned and left. 'I'm such a softy...'

'I left that rather late,' Mark mused as he felt several fallen watching him. He was careful to suppress his own magic though, hopefully he hadn't given himself away. It didn't matter though, it wasn't like they could kill him, nobody could, ever.

Half way back to his apartment, the sun now firmly setting, he paused as he saw a middle aged man in a purple suit and rather a cool fedora blocking his path. "Well now, what do we have here?"

The suited man smiled, a spear of tainted light, appearing in his grip. "Even if you're an exorcist, you aren't one of ours, so we can't let you live after meeting with the holy maiden." So they had sensed a flicker of his light, but thinking him a mere exorcist.

"Ah, that's mean," Mark sighed. "I was planning to go to a brothel after this, and now I have to settle for a man instead to while away my evening?" Mark grinned, reaching inside his coat, he pulled out a Karambit knife, it was long and had a curved blade that resembled a claw, its wooden handle was also curved, which made it handy to hide beneath ones clothing.

"A western Sumatra weapon?" remarked the fallen in suprise, the Karambit was an ancient weapon of last resort, originally used as a farming impliment for removing roots, it became well known for its triple edged blade and excellence at leaving gaping wounds when it cut through flesh. It had its origins in many cultures, though it was first used for war in Indonesia by the Minangkabau tribesman. But why would a western exorcist have one? "Quite the interesting taste in weapons you have there, boy."

"Boy?" Mark noted with some amusement. "I think it's a pretty safe bet that I'm older than you, what's your name anyway before we do this?"

"Heh, my name is Dohnaseek and I will be your executioner," said the sharply dressed fallen, before throwing the light spear at high speeds. Mark tilted his head slightly and it whizzed past, hitting the concrete nearby, it created a small crater. "Humans shouldn't be able to dodge that, our light attacks are faster than human reactions," muttered Dohnaseek, instantly generating a light spear in each hand, these several times more powerful than the first, angelic power crackling around him. "It doesn't matter, I still need to kill you."

"If you keep releasing light like that, you'll attract the devils notice," warned Mark, holding up his hand, he cast a barrier spell, "nemo potest effugere sensibus hebes." a faint sheen surrounded the area around them. "I'm not fond of being blue balled."

Dohnaseek snorted, "how vulgar, but I appreciate the consideration, now let's have some fun, exorcist!" he dashed in close, swinging the first light spear, forcing Mark to lean back to dodge, with the second spear stabbed into Mark's face before he could correct his stance. "Well that's that - Ack!" the Karambit stabbed upwards through his stomach into his chest. Dohnaseek stumbled back off the weapon, but his light spear was stuck. His eyes widened to see Mark biting down on it. A manic grin showing on his face at the joy of drawing blood. Why wasn't he dead?

It was a bad wound, an angry gash that was releasing a lot of blood, it had missed his other organs, but the pain in his chest meant his left lung had been pierced. "Bastard!" Dohnaseek growled, leaping back, using the light from his spears towards healing the wound was enough to let him keep fighting. He was angry with himself, thinking his prey dead, he had lowered his guard. He needed the holy maiden's power, but neither did he want to flee without at least returning the favour, or ideally killing him outright.

Mark held the Karambit in the traditional reverse grip, with the point in line with his thumb. "You okay, I didn't even use any angelic power on the weapon, and you look ready to drop, are you only a two winger?" His provocation proved effective as Dohnaseek flew into the air, his two black wings flapping behind him.

"A lowly human like you dares to wound and mock me?" Dohnaseek growled, creating a massive blue light spear, hovering above the fallen angel, it pulsated with tainted light and killing intent. It was actually quite powerful for a low ranked angel. Enough that Mark's physical strength alone wouldn't be able to block it. It would be like trying to stop a speeding truck with a slash of weapon. Totally unrealistic.

"But you make it so easy," Mark replied, while whispering a spell. "Fiat mihi momentaneo ipso praesidio sex alas..." if he didn't guide his power with Latin spell craft, then his power would easily shatter the barrier he had put up.

"Die!" roared Dohnaseek shooting the giant light spear at the irritating enemy, normally he liked skilled opponents, but this one was too mouthy for his tastes. It killed the fun or kill or be killed.

Mark didn't attempt to dodge, it hit him square in the chest and was sent flying back, while engulfed in an explosion that left cracks in the barrier and a twenty meter deep crater in the street.

"Ha, take that you lowly human, the great strength of Dohnaseek~!" The power of his great light spear then shattered like broken glass and he was hit with an overwhelming weight, driving Dohnaseek from the skies and pressing him hard against the concrete below, as though caught in intense gravity.

"Geh, what the hell is this?" Dohnaseek growled, just barely able to lift his head, and what he saw shocked him to his core. Not only was the exorcist uninjured, behind him were six wings which glowed with a blinding light. His opponent was an angel, how was it possible that Heaven knew they were operating here. "N-No! It's not possible, there's no way you're one of them!" Six wings. Those with six wings and greater were the Seraphim, the original beings created by the Father long before the War, even before humans even walked the earth. Before all religions, civilisations and other Gods. The most ancient beings besides the Father himself. But it couldn't be!

"Think what you like Dohnaseek, but I am here," Mark replied, and as though it was an illusion, the wings and great power faded. The barrier he had erected was beginning to disappear, unable to handle even half of his power. He strode forward until he stood before Dohnaseek, crouching down, he grabbed the Fallen by the scruff of his jacket, lifting them so that they were eye to eye. "I'm going to need you to tell me everything, why fallen angels are operating secretly within devil territory, and what the girl with the old man's healing power is here for."

"Even if you're a Seraphim, I'll never tell!" spat Dohnaseek. Their leader had ten wings, he would learn of this sooner or later and cut this six winged angel down. Oh, if only he knew...

"Appealing to the sadist in me, are you?" asked Mark as he stood, lifting Dohnaseek with him. "For now, sleep within your Father's darkness," a black substance leaked from Mark's pores, rapidly covering the Fallen's skin until he was fully engulfed. The black substance shrunk, slipping back inside Mark through his pores. Fallen Angel and all. "I might actually earn my wages on this job," the English teacher mused as he continued on home. Tomorrow he would pay the underworld a visit.


CHAPTER END

Next chapter: Dragon and a God to the rescue

Well there you have it, it'll be a while to the next chapter, but as always, if I can get it out sooner, I will.


In this chapter there was quite a lot of Italian dialogue, but I have translated it below.

English

1 "Thank you so much for helping me get to the church,"

2 "Praise to God that I got to meet you, Issei-san"

3 "Here you go little one, I'll heal you up."

4 "It's okay, I'm used to it."

5 "That's quite the gift you have there,"

6 "Oh, and who might you be?"

7 "My name is Mark Green, I teach English at Kuoh Academy, A pleasure to meet you."

8 "Ah, his english teacher? Well I am Asia Argento, lovely to meet you too."

9 "Well that is unfortunate, he must be feeling unwell,"

10 "Indeed, I'll go check on him, I'll see if I can arrange him to come visit."

11 "Thank you very much teacher."

12 "You're welcome, Asia."

Italian

1 "Grazie tanto per aiutarti a raggiungere la chiesa"
2 "Lode a Dio che ti ho conosciuto, Issei-san"
3 "Qui ti va poco, ti guarirò".
4 "Va bene, sono abituato."
5 "Questo è il dono che hai qui"
6 "Oh, e chi potrebbe essere?"
7 "Il mio nome è Mark Green, insegno l'inglese a Kuoh Academy, un piacere di incontrarmi".
8 "Ah, il suo insegnante inglese? Beh, sono Asia Argento, bella anche per incontrarmi."

9 "Bene che è un peccato, egli deve sentirsi poco bene,"
10 "Anzi, verrò a controllarlo, vedrò se posso organizzarlo per venire a visitare".
11 "Grazie mille maestro".
12 "Sei benvenuto, Asia."


A/N: I don't really know any Italian, I'm only like 1-2% Italian, way too far back in my gene pool to have been taught it growing up, so I used an online translator for what I didn't know, hopefully my dialogue isn't too inaccurate.