Welcome to Chapter 9 of A Quest for Power! Hello my friends and readers I am back again with another chapter I know you guys have been waiting for the next chapter and I am happy to bring it to you all. I know after so long but I was very busy but i am able to bring this chapter to you guys and I am happy about it. Its a bit of a shorter chapter just clearing up certain things and giving some more information on characters. So without further ado, enjoy the next chapter of my fun brain child my cool readers. I don't own Naruto, High School DxD or Vampire Hunter D anything as characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto, Hideyuki Kikuchi and Ichiei Ishibumi respectively.
How long has it been since the last time she woke up to him looking upon her with that gaze of love and happiness? She missed waking up in the morning and coming down the stairs to see him argue with the family chef and try to make a special breakfast for her. Oh that man loved to spoil her with such precious gestures and random acts of kindness and love. He treated her like a woman and not like some princess or piece of art that couldn't be touched for fear of soiling the piece.
Oh how she longed to be in his arms and hearing that rich smooth voice, "Hello Sera-chan." just thinking about that voice sent chills up and down her spine and made her heart flutter. That voice was her anchor at the end of the day, especially a bad one, oh how she loved to hear that man speak sweet nothings in her ears and calm her raging mind. The warmth of laying on his chest feeling his arms wrapped around her, feeling the heat of his body the man was like a walking sun he just radiated heat from his body.
'You feel so cold now.'
Seeing the unconscious form of her greatest love and greatest pillar did things to heiress that she never experienced before, the feelings of helplessness and uselessness. It was pitiful, her a being with power that exceeded the level of the original four Satans reduce to such a useless state not even able to help the one that she loved with all her heart. Her Naruto, she felt so weak without him beside her.
She could still remember the first time she met him.
*Flashback start*
Serafall was bored out of her mind! There was nothing to do nowadays with this civil war going on. Oh how she wished her parents would give her a sibling that she could dote on and shower with nothing but love.
'I know what I will do! I will go find a sparring partner.' With that excited thought the young heiress jumped out of her room and rushed through the Sitri mansion trying to think of who she could spar with. None from her family could provide her with a good workout and there were very few devils that could give her a nice fight.
'Grayfia!, thats who I can have a good bout with and she is always ready for a good spar. She's probably at the Gremory mansion.'
Arriving at the Gremory mansion she was let in by the guards and guided on where it was that the silverette was in the mansion. Sera had a skip in her step at the thought of alleviating her boredom but something caught her attention. Sitting in one of the gardens was a being that she only saw on a few special occasions and he was always around Sirzechs whenever she saw him. He was always in the war planning meetings but he never spoke more then a few words in the meetings, he and Falbium seemed to get along as the latter only had to give the man a couple of bits of information and the blonded automatically caught onto the plan.
She stalked forward and merely stared at the man as he looked into a water fountain seemingly in deep thought. Damn he was handsome, unblemished skin, beautiful mane of golden hair flowing all around him 'Are those streaks of red in his hair?' He was tall from what she remembered, even taller than Sirzechs and Ajuka, she couldn't help but stare at the man something was drawing her presence toward him and she couldn't figure out what exactly it was but it was as if her body and energy was gravitating to him.
She was never one to lack confidence, "Hello there,"
It was almost as if time were moving in slow motion as his head turned towards her and she saw those beautiful eyes of his, dear Maou this man was an adonis to the highest pinnacle.
She was enamored with him and only him in that moment she felt an immense energy within this mysterious man and her purpose was solidified she had to know this man better, "Hello."
*Flashback end*
'When will you wake up Naruto?'
It has been weeks since the fatal battle with the legendary rider and 2 of the three victims were now tenderly back on their feet and resuming normal activity. It was hard for them to do the most basic of activity at first with the egregious state that their bodies were left in. Many of Sirzechs and Ajuka's respective families questioned the 2 on what it is that they went up against to put them in such horrid states.
Both survivors would just gain haunted looks and would never answer the question, it was disheartening for the families to see their beloved children reduced to such states. The two were cleared to leave the hospital and to return to their respective family homes about 2 weeks ago. Every day the two warriors would come to the hospital and visit their still slumbering comrade who seemed to receive the worse of the abuse in the fight.
Many a times they would walk in on Serafall sitting in silence and worry while staring upon the face of her beloved Naruto. Sirzechs couldn't help but feel for the heiress, seeing someone she saw as an invincible force be beaten and broken in front of her eyes would damage anyone. The redhead could see the fear in the woman's eyes, every time he and Ajuka would visit she would ask what happened out there but the two could never bring themselves to speak the words to anyone. It was as if a curse hung over their spirits at the thought of speaking upon that incident.
"Hey Sera-chan." Spoke the Gremory in a quiet voice.
The beautiful heiress looked up with bloodshot eyes, it looked as if she hadn't slept in weeks her eyes had bags under them, her radiant porcelain skin was dull and deflated. The woman looked as if she was losing herself.
'Oh Sera.'
Sitting down both Ajuka and Sirzechs were quiet for a few moments and merely looked at the sleeping form of their brother in all but blood.
"I don't understand."
Looking up the two watched as Serafall spoke while looking solely at Naruto, it was as if she was speaking directly to him rather to the two conscious devils in the room.
"Why haven't you woken up yet Naruto? All of the pain you went through all the injuries I have seen you brush off as nothing, why? Why now are you left so vulnerable? You always hold yourself as if you're impenetrable, who could have done this to you my love?" Serafall spoke in painful trance as she looked at her love and rubbed his cheek with her hand, the natural warmth that exuded from his body felt amazing upon her hand. She felt safe.
"Have the doctors given any updates to his condition?" Spoke Ajuka for the first time.
"No, they say he is perfectly healthy physically. But his energy is chaotic and rampant almost as if his spirit is in turmoil. His power is slowly stopping circulation throughout his body leaving him in a comatose state. Whatever it is that he is struggling with mentally is something that only he can work through but I worry for him and whatever he is going through." Spoke Serafall still staring at Naruto is concern and sadness.
As the three continued to sit in thought and silence, a grey magical circle appeared within the hospital room and from it Grayfia Lucifuge. She looked at all three occupants within the room and couldn't help but to feel the disheartened atmosphere as they all seem to worry for the only blonde in the room. The young man had been comatose for weeks after the incident and nothing that any doctor did could awaken him, even on certain occasion the energy of the man struck and lashed against the doctors as if warning them.
"Sirzechs-sama, Ajuka-sama, Serafall-sama the council is waiting upon you three to discuss the next steps in which demon society will take." Finished Grayfia with a respectful neutral voice.
"I'm not leaving." Spoke the heiress with venom and power in her voice as she looked towards Grayfia in defiance.
"Serafall we have to go our people need us to still show strong and to keep the morale boosted in the aftermath of this war. Our people see us as symbol of change and revolution, we must continue that thought and keep that feeling alive in them." Finished Ajuka calmly while looking to Serafall.
Stubborn in her defiance she ignored the words of the redhead and continued to hold onto her beloved Naruto, she couldn't let him go. No, she needed to be by his side, she had to be here in case he needed anything. She didn't want to leave and fear that he would never come back to her. No, she couldn't leave.
'Our people need us. But he needs me too. I don't want to leave his side again, not when I almost lost him.' She was torn and didn't know what to do.
"Sera-chan."
She didn't look at him, but he knew he had her attention.
"Sera-chan, you know Naruto he will not fault you for doing what you believe to be best no matter what it is. He understands the position that we all have undertaken when we fought in this war. You aren't leaving his side Sera he knows that, and you know that as well. When he awakens you will be there to greet him and shower him in love, but first." Sirzechs didn't finish he merely raised his right hand to the heiress in a silent request.
Looking at the hand for a moment and turning back to her lover, she gave the sleeping dragon a kiss on his cheek. "I will be right back my love."
Wiping away any stray tear marks Serafall used some of her magic power to bring her appearance to a much more appropriate sight for the populace and the council. Standing next to Sirzechs she nodded in thanks and as all four were ready they disappeared within a grey magical circle.
Pain.
All he could feel was pain at the moment, he couldn't feel any physical part of his body in a state of pain. No, it felt as if he had no body at the moment. The pain emanated from his mind and his spirit. His mind was reeling in the face of his defeat it unnerved him to feel so beaten, so utterly dominated in such a fashion, it was inexcusable. He, the progeny of two legendary and illustrious creatures being utterly dominated and toyed with in battle in such a disgraceful way.
His pride was wounded.
Slowly opening his eyes, Naruto expected to be looking at the red smear of the underworld's sky or looking upon the ceiling of a hospital or infirmary tent. He even gave a slight nod to the possibility of looking at the ceiling of some sort of Devil mansion be it Sitri or Gremory. What he did not expect was to be looking towards a slight foggy area where he could see what appeared to be the night sky of the human world.
Out of the corner of his left eye a light was flashing and what the blond saw was the sun blazing just over the horizon and the same could be said about the moon calmly standing among the sky with the sun. Sitting up slowly he heard the light crumble of sand moving beneath his form, looking at his hands he saw that he was sitting upon black sand.
Confused, Naruto looked around at the slightly foggy area and saw himself on a black sand beach he could hear and see the waves; even smell the salt water within the air. How did he get here? When did he get here?
*Crunch* *Crunch*
Turning towards the sound coming from behind him Naruto looked through the fog trying to discern who exactly it was that was approaching him. He couldn't get a smell on the person and the fog seemed to get denser the closer this figure came towards him.
"Well, well look at the hatchling now. Been through a small-scale war and fought one of the horsemen even making him get a little serious. Hehehe! It seems his time away from you has been fruitful. The hatchling is maturing rapidly" Spoke a voice that immediately drew Naruto's attention
'Lefty-san? That is his shrill voice. If he is here, then that means….'
Standing in front of Naruto looking upon him with that cold aristocratic gaze was the greatest of the legendary four riders. The master of the Pale steed, Death himself and his sensei.
Surprised for a moment Naruto could do nothing but stare silently at the imposing figure of his teacher. Just as Naruto looked ready to speak, Death cut him off.
"You lost."
Naruto looked his master in the eye and spoke, "I did. War defeated me and 2 others by himself." Sand was clenched between the fingers of the angered hybrid, his knuckles turned white and steam was seen rising from his hands.
"He toyed with us. Allowing us to believe that our combinations and individual skills were enough to make us a threat to him. Only to be beaten so easily that we appeared as nothing more than a few novices in front of a master." Explained the hybrid with wounded pride blazing in his eyes as he remembered everything that happened in his last battle. No matter the angle they struck at the horseman; every technique, every sword, every fist, leg, power up.
Nothing. It all amounted to nothing in the end all that was left were three bodies lying in the dirt left in nothing but blood and shame.
Slowly Naruto rose to his feet and wiped the sand from his body and turned to his master and saw nothing but apathy in his eyes. Death did not care for defeat nor did he care for the excuses or damaged pride of his pupil. It all amounted to the same in the eyes of the time-honored warrior, nothing but trivial worries of the foolish children in this world. Death did not speak but continued to look in the eyes of his pupil.
The two did nothing but stare, this was how they spoke to one another Death understood Naruto at an intricate level. A being that devours the currency of life will develop an innate and intricate connection to the deeper mechanisms of the conscious and non-conscious existences of the world. That was how all vampires grew to understand many things in this world. That was also what created their arrogance and negative disposition towards the world.
The connection between Naruto and Death was one weaved in a mere moment but runs deeper and more finely-tuned then the anatomic structure of humanity itself. From Death's perspective, he and Naruto could be one in the same with the mutual understanding of the blonde's feelings, beliefs, machinations and personal actions. It only took a second for this remembrance to flash in the conscious mind of the blonde and only a milli-second of satisfaction in the pale-aristocrats face.
"Come with me Naruto." Spoke the great rider as he walked past his protégé.
'No sound.' Thought Naruto as his master and greatest goal walked past him, the silence of Death was one every being feared. No matter the step or movement no sound was ever emitted from the body of the great being. The greatest predator to walk the realm of existence moved as befitting one who was known as the cease to life. No noise or warning if you impeded his path you would be cut down, if you acquiesced then you would be spared until your day came.
Naruto admired the silence of Death, the truest confidence and belief in himself to never utter a word higher than what is a whisper. The man controlled any room he entered, any that looked upon him devoted their full attention to him without any thought. None displayed arrogance or ignorance in the face of his master all were humbled and respectful in the presence of the greatest existence in this world.
The sound of sand crushing beneath the feet of one warrior was heard on the foggy beach as the two continued to walk in silence. Looking to the ocean Naruto noticed how close they actually were to the great body of water, but the water never reached any more than 2 feet near the two. Every step they took it looked as if the water was aiming to avoid Naruto and his master, how bizarre?
"Where is this place sensei?"
The calm song of the waves was his answer, Naruto continued to stare at his master waiting for some knowledge of the situation that Naruto seemed to find himself in. But that wasn't the intention of Death, no he cared nothing to inform his pupil of what he has found himself in.
"Sensei!" Spoke Naruto with firmness and respect in his voice attracting the attention of his master who was a coiled spring with excellent control. No matter the situation when pushed to the bring Death could easily strike and remove him. Death looked at Naruto for a moment and pointed ahead of the two showing their destination and purpose.
When Naruto turned his head, he was assaulted with an immense wave of heat that enveloped him. The heat drew his full attention prompting him to move toward the entrance of the cave that was inviting him inside.
What was calling him? Who dwelled here that could captivate him so easily without even a second thought? Could this be a trap? Why would his master lure him into a trap unless to test him?
These were the thoughts the conscious mind of Naruto focused upon, but the physical form ignored in favor of moving directly to the call of heat.
*Fwoosh*
Suddenly Naruto returned to the present when a gust of wind blew past him returning him to the cave that he had involuntarily entered. Looking forward Naruto noticed two glowing spheres floating before him it was strange, he sensed traces of himself in those spheres.
"Go to them."
Swirling around Naruto noticed his sensei appear beside him looking to him expectantly. Naruto looked at him for another moment and walked forward towards the first sphere on the left. Placing his hand hesitantly over the sphere Naruto felt his hand pass through the energy and grab hold of a handle.
Gripping firmly Naruto pulled his hand back and pulled from the sphere a Gunbai. It is a wide fan with tomoe on it and has a long handle with bandages wrapped around the base, as well as having a long chain attached to it. The color of the fan is orange-brown with a black border, with red tomoe.
Naruto looked upon the fan with admiration and excitement in his eyes, he could feel the fan was empty and hungry.
"Channel wind into the fan" Spoke Death.
With excitement Naruto funneled his wind into the Gunbai witnessing a purple glow around the war fan that soon came to surround himself as well. The sphere of energy was soon drawn to the purple energy and created a purple and gold layer of energy surrounding the master and his tool.
With another thought Naruto swung the fan to his left and saw a giant wave of wind push throughout the seemingly endless cave. He could feel the power of the wind released from a mere flick of his wrist, if he truly put force into the swing. The possibilities brought a vicious grin to the handsome face of Naruto.
Soon the energy coalesced and returned to the Gunbai returning both to their calmer states. With a smile and sense of connection Naruto placed the Gunbai on his back with the handle out in case he wanted to draw the weapon again.
Looking to the other sphere filled Naruto with overwhelming excitement. In the sphere he could feel a great portion of himself waiting for him inside. When looking upon the sphere with the Gunbai he felt the same connection but this one was different. He couldn't put his mind to the connection, but he knew that something strong was there in that sphere.
Just as his hand stretched out to reach into the sphere, black lighting and golden flames rose in rebellion to his touch. Startled from the reaction, the hybrid channeled his energy through his arm and tried to calm the raging elements barring him entry. But, even with this attempt the lightening and fire only increased in its ferocity and defense.
"You aren't ready."
Whipping around to look at his sensei Naruto looked upon his sensei's face with a rare spark of anger and aggression present.
"Not ready? What do you mean I'm not ready?!" Naruto was incensed in being denied something he felt such a strong connection too. He was so close to attaining it and just as he was prepared to have what he felt was his property. Denial was standing in front of him the golden flames dancing in illuminating cheer, the lightening flashed with a vivid strike.
"You are not ready to wield what exists in that sphere Naruto. Whatever it is you have to achieve you have obviously failed at reaching it. Accept it. You are not ready yet." Spoke Death in a tone that sliced through all the anger and palpable denial in the blonde.
Naruto stared upon his sensei with a thousand questions in his mind, how could he be denied what it is that belonged to him? What existed in this realm that could deny him what felt like a piece of his own existence? What maturation or evolution has he failed to achieve? What is it that he was lacking, was he weak, was he too young, why was he being denied a piece of himself?
As these thoughts and questions rang through his eyes Naruto noticed flecks rising in front of him. Looking down he saw that his hands were slowly eroding away into nothingness. Looking to his sensei he feared the worse.
"No, I have not come for you."
Hearing those words reassured him that he wasn't passing on to the endless abyss of the supernatural, but now…. Where was he heading?
Turning around Naruto looked into the darkness of the cave and just now felt a figure hidden in the shadows, he couldn't see it, nor could he smell it, but it was there. Watching him, assessing him.
Just as Naruto opened his mouth to speak the last bits of him vanished from the space leaving nothing but the ancient rider and the mysterious figure. Silence roared in the midst of this unexpected meeting between figures.
"What do you think of him?" Spoke Death into the darkness.
Death waited a moment, he was a patient entity, so he had no worries of waiting for the darkness to respond to his question.
From the shadows a deep, guttural voice spoke, "He is still young in terms of his demeanor and prowess, he is strong but there is still maturation needed. For a true link to be made he has to experience more and be pushed beyond himself." Finished the voice.
Death nodded his head in acceptance and turned around effectively ending the conversation, the primordial knew all this already. As the shadows surrounded the pale riders form taking him away from the short conversation the mysterious voice was left to his own thoughts.
'We will be one.'
Anticipation was in the air; the room was vibrating in excitement towards the future. Hope was a concept that existed in all sentient life no matter what your species was if you held consciousness and emotions then hope was prevalent in your mind. Without hope no sentient beings could move and be happy with the life that they have been shackled to by the hands of fate. All who have even the semblance of understanding life know this fact.
Today four rays of hope will shine their brightest light in the realm of darkness and illuminate the path of prosperity for the creatures of the shadows. These were the thoughts that passed through the wizened mind of the legendary Zekram Bael the Great King of destruction. Zekram was the prototype of what it meant to be born in the house of Bael tall, strong, exuding an aura of royalty and power. Hair as black as the royal garments on his body, his eyes showed a peaceful demeanor of a wizened leader that will gracefully make the transition into the next role of life.
Lord Bael understood what it was that these four young devils were stepping up and taking responsibility of and he couldn't be any prouder. For a society to thrive and flourish a leader must place aside their own desires and needs in place of the needs of the people that follow behind him. These four young heirs and heiress stepped to the platform of leaders and took upon the mantles needed of them.
As that last thought passed through the mind of the Great King, he took a look around the room. A dark throne room in adoration to the darkness that created all of Devil society during their secession from His grace. The room was fitted with crimson walls and alongside the left wall were windows as tall as the room that showed nothing but empty space and the rabid blood thirsty sky. Such an unsightly picture, such a scene that surely inspired the visions and dreams of the Original four. Zekram stood in front of four distinct thrones, the four leaders sat in these seats as the symbols of hope and the guides for their people. In the past these seats were used as the leashes upon society that ruined their once great people and today the wrongs of the past will finally be on the path of being righted.
All around the throne room the highest of devil society stood and mingled amongst each other speaking of different business ventures that are set to take off in the coming years. Stories of families and good cheer are spread all throughout the throne room and Zekram stood within this throne room since the days of the Original four and never has he heard such genuine joy.
No, no during those days the only beings that laughed within this room were the four that sat atop of the mountain as they envisioned their dreams of rebellion. Their dreams of domination. Such horrid laughter in those days, but now the throne room was filled with laughter of cheer and camaraderie.
Looking a little to his right Lord Bael could sense one of his own blood intermingled amongst the masses within the room. A charming smile plaster upon her face as she chats with some of the royal devils giving off the impression of a true lady of elegance. Venelana Gremory, formerly Bael, his beautiful descendent the woman who reigns as the strongest woman to ever exist within the House of Bael. Her power was one of monsters and brought terror to all of the enemies during the Great War truly a monster but in this day and age she contributed to the creation of a greater monster.
'Ah they're here.'
Four distinct shows of light filled the room one red, one green, one blue and one purple each show of light was accompanied with the symbols of their respective houses. The room became congested with demonic power throughout all four corners of the illustrious room each guest could feel the power of the newest occupants of the room. All within the room felt a surge of pride and when the dark energy washed over them and filled their senses, it was euphoric for them.
As the light of their entrance ended all four stood upon the red carpet in the middle of the room staring forward. All four were garbed within clothing denoting their status as Demonic royalty, heads held high, auras of grace and dignity enshrouded them. They stood planted staring forward looking towards the legendary Lord Bael who stood upon the steps to the throne.
"Come." Spoke the legendary figure in a calm manner.
As one all four walked forward towards their new destinies, they were abandoning their old posts to ascend to new greater heights. These four were the strongest among the ranks, the greatest symbols for future generations to aspire to be like. Devils for centuries to come, will immortalize and praise these four all for their amazing heroism and undaunting power.
As the four arrived at the thrones they all looked Zekram in his eyes and could see nothing but pride and high expectations for all four of them.
With another thought Zekram spoke, "Today, we all are witnesses to the fall of a flawed and inferior regime. The removal of false ideals and aspirations that lead to nothing more than bloodshed and near annihilation for us. The dreams of arrogant men and women that aspired for nothing but worldly subjugation that were mere leashes around our necks have been decimated."
Zekram paused and allowed the gravity of the situation take its place among the occupants.
"From this day forth, Falbium Glasya-Labolas, Serfal Sitri, Ajuka Astaroth and Sirzechs Gremory you four are the ushering of a new age for our people!" Zekram released a bit of his power sheltering the room and captivating everyone present, now most times when one such as the first Lord Bael release their power it is fear that is created in the hearts of those who feel the aura. But, on this day all could look into the eyes of the Zekram and see nothing but pride and happiness within those violet eyes.
"Come forth, Falbium Glasya-Labolas." As the heir was called, he walked towards the first Bael.
"For your ingenuity and strategic brilliance on the battlefield it is with my power and the unanimous decision of your peers both on and off the battlefield that you are to be named to the title of Asmodeus. You will be in charge of all military affairs. Should you accept this title you will no longer be the heir to your house and will give up all rights and claims afforded to the heir of your respective house. Do you accept this honor?"
Without even a moment of hesitation the bald-headed man answer, "Of course Zekram-sama."
With that said Falbium was given a purple crown befitting the seat of Asmodeus with a seal showing a crowned man seated upon a chimeric beast with the wings of a dragon and the body of a lion.
With a nod from Zekram Falbium walked to his throne and took his seat and seemed to naturally fall into the throne peacefully.
"Come forth, Serafall Sitri."
The heiress walked with stature and pride in her gait, elegance exuded from her pores. Sirzechs and Ajuka were amazed, just an hour ago this girl was on the brink of emotional collapse with the mental state of her beloved and yet she walks as if she was a queen entering her throne room to sit upon her throne.
"For your amazing displays of power and valor both on and off the field of battle and your incessant ability to attract everyone to you. Given by the powers of my creators and through the powers of devil society hereby gift unto you the title of Leviathan. You will be in charge of all foreign affairs. As I said previously, should you accept this title you will no longer be heir to your house and give up all rights and claims afforded to the heir of your respective house. Do you accept this honor?"
'I wish you were here to see this Naruto.'
With an enchanting smile upon her face the heiress gave the only answer that could be truly accepted.
"I accept, Zekram-sama."
With a smile Zekram handed the beautiful newly named Leviathan a deep blue crown fit for a queen with a seal displaying an enchanting serpent roar to all who stared upon the great and terrifying beast.
With nothing more she walked past the great Lord and sat upon her blue throne with simple crossing of her legs her picture of pristine elegance was captured.
"Come forth, Ajuka Astaroth."
The green haired genius walked forth with his apathetic grace and aristocratic demeanor on full display, he was Duke since his birth but now; now he was ascending to a seat far greater than Duke.
"For your intellectual genius, technological savvy and heroic displays of valor on the field of battle and in diplomatic arenas. It is with honor, pride and happiness that I gift unto you the title of Beelzebub. You will head the field of technological advancement and engineer our society to greater heights through your ingenuity. As previously stated, should you accept this title you will no longer hold the title of heir to your house and give up all rights and claims afforded to the heir of your respective house. Do you accept this honor?"
"I accept." Simple and firm.
From Zekram's hands Ajuka was given an emerald colored crown with golden accents shining brightly there was no insignia or symbol placed upon the crown. No, the man didn't believe in such displays or care for them he was a simple and practical man. His inventions and genius were his symbols nothing more.
Without another thought the Duke took his throne and reigned as royalty much like his comrades that sat on their respective thrones.
'Now, the true crowning.' Thought both Ajuka and Zekram at once.
The room raised in anticipation and happiness at the lone figure within the room, the one that was the face and voice of this revolution. The one that everyone placed their hopes and their dreams upon. The strongest devil of this or any other generation to come forth from the darkness of the underworld. This one man, one man captivated the hearts and minds of the underworld he was the light in the face of their demise. He was the birth of a new dream, a new page in the story, a new regime, a new hope, a new freedom…
"Come forth, Sirzechs Gremory." Zekram spoke with a smile with happiness and familial pride oozing from him, this one man held the same Bael blood that flows through the violet eyed man's own veins. Zekram couldn't help but smile upon looking at the powerful form of his descendent.
The enigmatic and charismatic young heir bid as he was asked, with every step the room's anticipation grew many started gaining tears in their eyes as they looked upon the back of the young man that they placed all of their faith into. With every strong step the legacy of the Old four was being purged from this accursed throne room and a new legend was being fostered in the form of these four legendary beings. Stopping in front of his ancestor the redhead allowed the gift of Bael to dance within his eyes.
Smiling at the message Zekram allowed his blood to respond in kind giving himself the fierce crimson eyes of destruction. Both masters of their blood, Lords of destruction stood in front of another but none in the room felt any fear or apprehension all that was felt was pure happiness.
"For your incredible foresight, valor, leadership, charisma and unstoppable power that seemed to drown the underworld whenever you released it from its well managed chains. It is my greatest honor and privilege to gift unto you the title of Lucifer you will be in charge and the overseer of all domestic affairs that occur. As I've mentioned already should you accept this title you will forgo all claims and rights gifted unto you by your status as an heir to your respective house. Do you accept this honor?" Questioned Zekram
A moment of anticipation and silence filled the room as the ancestor and descendant stared upon one another in what seemed to be a conversation passing between the two of them.
'Oh, that boy, he has always been so dramatic' Thought the Flaxen-haired Madame of destruction as she looked upon those of her family staring at one another.
'Sirzechs-chan.' Thought the newly crowned lady Leviathan exhaustedly, looking over she caught the figure of Grayfia who kept a neutral face to throughout the proceedings but even she could tell the silver headed beauty was tired of her beloved's way of adding drama to a situation.
After another moment the man of the hour spoke, "I accept Zekram-sama."
A roar surged through the room cheers of excitement and happiness played in the ears of the legendary four.
Zekram raised his hands and handed Sirzechs a crimson crown that was flooded in jewels of the rarest kind, on top of the crown sat the symbol of what looked to be a king riding upon a camel with a strike a light shining behind him. The crown of the next king.
"Take your throne now, your majesty." Spoke Zekram as he stepped aside.
Sirzechs looked forward with his head held high and took his final steps unto the endgame for his revolution. His dreams and aspirations were finally coming to fruition he could finally provide the people with something to look forward to. Give his people a hope and a dream to look up to rather than staring upon a world of destruction and darkness.
Looking to his right he saw the smiling face of Serafall and the lazy smirk of Falbium and to his left he looked to his brother in all but blood and saw the same calm look on the man's face. These three stuck by him and fought beside him in his crazy ambitions and dreams and the smile on Sirzechs face displayed the message he wished to convey to the three.
'Thank you so much.'
That wraps up Chapter 9, Thank you to everyone for reading and this marks the end of the Civil War and everything involving it I don't know if I want to keep leading up to cannon or time-skip straight into it. But either way I do it most cannon situations and facts will occur in the background of the story as this focuses on Naruto and his journey. Regardless I hope you all have enjoyed this chapter its a bit shorter but I wanted to get this one up since I had a bit of inspiration for it. I will be starting school up again next week so I will be working on the next chapter sparingly here and there. But if time works out I could gain some major inspiration and start the chapter. Regardless thank you all and until next time have a good night.
