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The Hospital.
For many the institution represented hope.
For others it meant healing.
For some it stood for humanity helping their fellow man in their darkest hours.
But in the horribly twisted, deranged and broken mind of Freed Sellzen, hospitals embodied something else completely.
They were all evidence.
Evidence of an absolute truth that he had discovered and accepted a long time.
God. Does. Not. Care.
The All-Loving, Eternal, Omniscient, Omnipresent, Omnipotent Father.
The Holy One.
The Big Man on the Heavenly Throne.
The One that his instructors and colleagues would often rave about was nothing more than a selfish fraud.
When he was just a child at the institute being trained to slay monsters "in the name of the Lord", he had honestly believed that God just didn't exist.
Freed thought of God and everything connected to Him as a large collection of fairy tales woven by desperate and delusional humans who were absolutely terrified by the prospect of living in a world where humans had to solve their own problems.
Which included slaying the unbelievably powerful, menacing and grotesque monstrosities that roamed their planet.
It all changed when for the red eyed rogue exorcist when he saw his first angel.
A heavenly messenger had descended to speak to one of his Vatican superiors while they were on a missionary journey in Argentina.
He had been literally frozen in shock.
The angel shared a glance filled with sorrow and worry with Freed before she departed. It was if she had known the inner workings of his mind and the path he would walk.
If angels really existed...then so did God.
And that made it worse.
It now became impossible for him to accept a "God" that allowed such large scales of destruction and suffering. Who watched as Devils, witches and all other types of monsters literally ripped the human race apart.
God obviously didn't care. Not about humanity. Not about him.
Only about Himself and those pigeon winged fuckers.
Freed Sellzen had left the church not long after. He had decided that he would live how we wanted, doing whatever he wished to whoever he wanted.
He was his own god now. He would not answer to anyone ever again.
And that's why he liked hospitals, it was a constant reminder of why he chose his path.
The people he pitied the most were those who thought that praying to God or their supposed deity of choice would change anything.
They didn't care about humans, they never would.
"Excuse me...are you Father Sellzen?"
Freed blinked in surprise as he turned around. His little mental tirade had obviously disconnected him from the outside world for a bit. He was told to stand outside a storage room while the nurse had went inside to retrieve Asia.
His target finally stood before him.
Dressed in a pink uniform that had "VOLUNTEER" right at the front. Her bright green eyes shone with happiness.
Asia was just glad to be meeting with another member of the church.
Freed was busy admiring something else completely.
"Nobody mentioned that little Miss Healer was so fine. I wonder how upset the Fallen would be if i tapped that ass a few times?"
Freed quickly escaped the vortex of thought as he answered Asia, there was now another older woman standing behind the nun, also wearing a volunteer uniform.
"Yes Sister Asia, I am Father Freed Sellzen, I just started to serve a small congregation in Tokyo when I was informed of your situation here. It was brought to my attention that you were wrongly sent to this city when you should have been placed under my care. I sincerely apologize for any pain or misfortune we have caused you. It was not our intention,"
Asia smiled brightly.
"It was no trouble at all, Father. Even though a mistake was made, I was able to meet a lot of wonderful people who have been nothing but a blessing to me. Like Hinata-sama. Her family have been taking care of me ever since I got here. It as if the Lord had intertwined our paths."
Freed greeted Hinata with another plastic smile.
"The highest expressions of gratitude cannot express how thankful we are for what you've done for Asia and the Church. Please email us an estimate on how much was spent during her time at your home and we shall repay it as soon as possible."
Hinata waved her hand.
"There is no need, Father. My family helped Asia out of the goodness of our hearts. She's practically a part of us now. We need no reward or reimbursement"
Freed nodded as Asia did her best to hide her smile and blush.
"Amazing, You truly are a virtuous woman. You say you want no reward but I am sure the Lord has much reserved for you in His Heavenly kingdom."
Hinata bowed in respect.
"I suppose I'll have to accept that...wouldn't want to turn down God."
Freed chuckled.
"Indeed...are there any nearby restaurants? I was hoping for Asia and I to have a private conversation over lunch. I doubt we will be back anytime soon, I hope you don't mind?"
Hinata shook her head.
"Of course not, take your time. There's a nice bistro behind the hospital, the staff practically live there. You'd have to take the back exit though."
"Very well then. Let us go Sister. We have...much to discuss."
Asia nodded.
"I'll only be a moment, Father. I need to change out of the volunteer uniform. You can wait right here."
"Very well."
Freed hid his devilish smirk as Asia disappeared into a nearby changing room.
"I've waited so long already, a few more minutes will definitely not hamper me from my mission . All good predators must be patient in order to claim their prey."
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Mariano De Rossi.
The name was a barely recognized footnote on the pages of Earth's long, decorated and eventful history.
Born in the late fourteenth century in a small Italian town called Tivorra.
Son to poor Italian farmers that could neither read nor write.
One would think that would simply walk the path before him and follow in their footsteps and also become a farmer.
But Mariano was different.
He wanted more.
And he would get it.
He heard whispers of a revolution happening in Florence.
Society was...changing. Expanding their mental and emotional horizons. It was meant to be a...'rebirth'.
History books would later call it the Renaissance.
Speaking of books, it was there that found his passion.
Books were gateways. To knowledge, ideas, beliefs, imagination, personalities and ultimately the truth of the universe.
It would make sense that he ultimately found himself working day and night at the largest library in Florence...
...as the janitor.
However with hard work and dedication he was soon the Head Assistant to the Chief Librarian which would have put him in pole position to be Chief Librarian himself one day...
...if he had not died after contracting the Bubonic plague.
But death was only a bridge to a fresh new beginning.
Mariano one day suddenly found himself waking up, staring into the happy eyes of a red haired woman. He recognized her as a patron who would often visit the to read the newest published works of Europe's sharpest minds. They had shared many evenings together discussing their passion for reading and knowledge.
Her name was Nikoka Gremory. Future heir of the Gremory clan and future great-grandmother of Rias and Millicas.
She had revealed herself to be a literally screamed with fright as he thought that she had resurrected him to eat his soul or something of the sort.
That was certainly not the case to her great amusement.
He was being asked to live a life of servitude.
He was to now be the newest worker in the legendary Gremory clan library.
That was over half a millennia ago...
Now he was no longer a fresh employee of the Gremory clan but now the library's Chief Official and one of the few outside of the Gremory bloodline that was trusted to tutor the clan heirs.
Mariano always held a special soft spot for Rias. She often commented outside of his presence that he was her favorite tutor.
Not only because she was also a lover of books and knowledge. But because she looked so much like the woman that restored his life and given him such a grand assignment. Unfortunately Nikoka had lost her life during the Great War which left the proud Italian promising himself to do all he could to protect this clan and their legacy.
His high sense of gratitude would allow nothing else.
Mariano's time with Rias had been drastically shortened because of her duties in Kuoh but Mariano did not have to wait long to find his hands full with tutoring the young and energetic Millicas.
On this occasion however, Mariano was sitting in his office staring at a sheet of paper before him.
Rias had given him a special mission.
There was a young man.
Issei Hyudou.
He was borrowing books.
He was seeking knowledge.
There was something he needed to know.
Rias wanted to know what it was.
It wasn't hard to figure out what someone was looking for based on the books they chose to read. Several centuries of experience had provided the ability to decipher the interests of others with just a glance at their reading material.
He wrinkled his nose as he read the list that had been given to him by one of his assistants. These were the books that the young man had requested.
Basic books about magic, History of the mystical and human worlds, Encyclopedia of Deities, Chronicles of Wars between factions.
All interesting material, but no definite answer just yet.
But in time, all truths become clear, acknowledged and irrefutable.
Mariano would just have to wait patiently.
The interests of Issei Hyudou would not be hidden from his master forever.
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Freed Sellzen's mission was almost complete.
Taking the hospital's south exit in the aim of making it to the bistro meant that they had to pass through some of Kuoh's backstreets and alleys. There was one in particular that would be the abduction point. It was normally a habitat for thieves or the homeless but the hired thugs he had been working with should have cleared it by now.
The plan was simple.
Get Asia to walk through that specific alley.
Knock her out near the end.
Get her into black van that was parked right around the corner which was out of sight.
Simple. Effective. Foolproof.
Or at least Freed thought it was foolproof.
It was to his dismay that Asia who was chattering happily about Godly things and matters of the church suddenly changed topics.
"Um, Father. Let's not walk on this road."
"...What? Doesn't this road lead to the bistro?"
"Yes but Hinata-sama always warned me never to walk there. She says it's dangerous. The other path is longer but much safer."
Freed bit his lip, he could tell that he would not convince Asia to walk down this street while staying in his character. There was still too many pedestrians walking past them for him to do anything too drastic.
Basic threats and psychological warfare would have to do.
He leaned forward to whisper into Asia's ear.
"Is Hinata Hyudou an important person to you, Sister Asia?"
Asia seemed rather surprised and nervous, she responded to his whisper with one of her own.
"Of course Father, she's like a mother to me."
"Very good...do you wish to see anything bad happen to her?"
"Of course not!"
"Good. Friends of mine have kidnapped her from the hospital, if I don't call them soon they will hurt her in the worst way. That won't happen as long as you co-operate."
Asia's eyes widened.
"W-w-who are you?"
Freed smiled. For once it wasn't the plastic smile of a fake preacher but the grin of a fiendish psychopath.
"Your worst nightmare. So choose, follow me down this road or bear the weight of being the one that caused harm to your...'mother'."
Asia's eyes slowly began to water.
"No...please don't hurt her. I'll do anything."
Freed smirked. A simple lie told with the right words and passion will deceive even the sharpest of minds, Asia never stood a chance.
"Good. Let's quickly go then."
Asia nodded quickly as they turned down the aforementioned street.
The plan was back in motion.
His act had been broken but it hardly mattered with victory within his literal grasp.
He could see the final corner that led to his van.
A sick smile spilled over his lips as he grabbed Asia by the arm and started to pull her along.
This was probably one of the smoothest missions he had ever-...!
Years of learning, practicing, fighting, surviving and killing humans and mystical creatures alike had given Freed an extraordinary sense of awareness.
He had attained a level that the majority of mankind would not even think possible much less attempt to achieve.
In one graceful motion, he jumped away from Asia while avoiding a very powerful kick that had been aimed for his head.
His assailant's sneaker clad foot easily crushed the concrete wall that had been left to take the blow intended for the rogue exorcist's skull. The shoe itself was now falling apart as a sign of how strong the attack was.
Freed's eyes narrowed as he pulled out his sword, taking note of his enemy's features...wait...didn't he know her from somewhere?
Wasn't this woman one of the Fallen?
Asia smiled happily as she looked at the woman with great hope.
"Esther!"
Kalawarner stood rigid, her eyes full of rage as she stared at the former priest.
"Get the fuck away from my friend, you sick son of a bitch!"
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"Umm...I'm not sure I...understand?"
Sona furrowed her brows as she looked up from the report on her desk. Her gaze was now fixed on her newly reincarnated Pawn, Saji Genshirou.
"Did I say something that was difficult to comprehend? As I said before I've asked Issei Hyudou to assist you in your training. He's proven himself to be quite powerful and I believe you can learn much from him. Is there a problem?"
The blonde haired boy had his own gaze fixed on a sheet of paper in front of him.
"Oh no, I understand all of that Senpai...it's just ...he gave you this?"
"Hyudou handed me an envelope this morning, told me to give it you and that only you could read the contents. There is supposed to be a task that will prepare you for his training, he says you will receive a new one when you complete the first task. Is it too intense? I could ask him to lessen the severity of the exercises if you wish."
The green eyed boy was now sweating and had a small blush on his face. Sona arched an eyebrow.
"Are you ill, Saji? Do you wish to see the school nurse? Did you eat too much breakfast again?"
"No...I'm fine...it's just..."
Sona frowned
"Saji! What is it? I am your King. You are my trusted Pawn and servant. You should feel free to tell me what's on your mind..."
Saji remained silent for a few more seconds before exhaling loudly.
"You're right Senpai. I'm sorry for being so unsure...you have worked hard to get me this opportunity so I have to do this! Please understand!"
Sona watched with interest as Saji took a very deep breath before speaking.
"Sona-senpai...your feet turn me on. I've only seen them a few times like when we do laps in the pool but my heart pounds whenever i see your cute little toes. One of my fantasies is for you to one day allow me to give you a sensual foot rub. I...just had to let you know."
Sona in very Un-Sona like fashion began to...twitch.
Saji remained silent for a few seconds before excusing himself from Sona's office in order to give her time to...recover.
A small groan escaped his lips as he took a final look at the first task on the list:
Task 1.
Inform Sona that you have a fetish for one of her body parts. Try to make it very convincing.
"This guy better be legit or I am so kicking his ass!"
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Kalawarner was afraid.
And she didn't know why.
Her day had started with her drinking the potion that Raynare had gotten from that Chemist, and soon enough a few of her memories were beginning to return.
Faces.
Places.
Memories.
The Truth.
The Lies.
Little by little the chains were connecting.
She had decided to stop by the hospital to share the good news with Asia when she had been informed by Issei's mother that the blonde nun had gone on a lunch date with a handsome silver haired priest.
Her stomach lurched for reasons she couldn't comprehend.
Her soul seemed to be pulling, begging, pushing, clawing at her mind to tell her what she needed to know.
She quickly followed after the pair and soon found them walking through one of the town's backstreets. Asia seemed...worried and afraid.
Was it because of this man?
But then she caught a glimpse of his face.
And her instincts went ballistic.
He was dangerous...He was strong...He was a monster...He was evil.
She didn't remember his name or whose side he was on, but her gut told her that it was wrong for Asia to be near him.
She had hoped that a suprise attack would leave him headless but he had dodged her kick rather easily.
The blue haired Fallen Angel glanced over at her friend, making sure not to keep her gaze off the priest for too long.
"You ok, Asia?"
"I'm fine but we have to get to Hinata-sama! They might hurt her if he doesn't report to them!"
Kalawarner's face reflected her confusion.
"I was just with Hinata-sama, Asia. She's fine."
Asia sighed in relief before turning to Freed.
"You lied in order to control me! What kind of priest are you?"
The red eyed lunatic merely shrugged.
"Just another sin to add to my very long list I suppose."
Kalawarner tensed her muscles.
"What do you want from my friend, scumbag?"
Freed smirked as he pulled another sword out of his cloak.
"Nothing much, maybe some head, a little anal. I hear that all nuns are screamers."
Kalawarner attacked again out of anger, this time it was a punch aimed for the priest's chest. It all happened in the blink of an eye but again the Fallen Angel could only frown as she realized she had only punched air.
Asia gasped.
"Esther! Your leg!"
Kalawarner looked down to see a very long gash running down her left leg, it didn't hurt much but she could tell she was losing a decent amount of blood. She grit her teeth in annoyance.
"Bastard!"
Sellzen's voice sounded like a mixture of a playful child and a lecturer.
"Yup. I'm sure of it. You're definitely a Fallen. Not sure why you're protecting a member of the church but it's not my job to find out. If you don't mind I'll be taking the girl now."
Kalawarner charged forward.
"No you fucking won't!"
Freed smiled.
Fallen Angels, especially well trained ones were always a pain to fight against. They were fast, strong and smart. This one was either severely inexperienced or somehow forgot how to fight.
She wasn't even trying to use her holy spear or any spells.
Had she been brainwashed by the enemy?
The answer didn't matter right now.
Their battle was over.
Kalawarner attempted to tackle her sword-wielding foe in order to give Asia a chance to escape but it was to no avail. A deep gash on her right shoulder was now testament to her failed attack.
Her breathing suddenly felt extremely labored.
Her vision was getting blurry.
Had she already lost so much blood?
No...it's almost as if...Drugs?
Freed chuckled.
"The sword I'm using was laced with a drug specially concoted to weaken the Angel factions, the creators haven't tested it on any righteous ones yet but we know for sure that it works on the Fallen just fine. Don't worry it won't kill you...I think. Anyways, sweet dreams."
Kalawarner attempted to utter a few word crude words of disgust but only a large sigh left her mouth as she fell forward, unconsconscious. Freed griinned as he passed the edge of his sword over his tongue allowing him to taste Kalawarner's blood.
"Hmmmm, delicious. Reminds me of like watermelon kool-aid."
Asia screamed.
"Esther!"
The blonde girl tried to run over to her friend but her path was blocked by Freed.
"You really think I'm gonna allow you to go over there and heal her?"
Asia began to cry.
"Please, she's my friend!"
The rogue exorcist groaned. He hated crybabies.
"Does it look like I give a flying fuck? Come on!"
"If you allow me to heal her, I'll come along quietly."
Freed chuckled.
"Trying to make a deal, are we? Fine. Go ahead."
Asia nodded as she pulled away from Freed and tried to rush to save her friend's life. She would only be able to take a few steps before a flash of pain at the back of her skull had her falling forward as she lost consciousness.
Freed caught Asia before her face made contact with the pavement. He smirked as he flung her on to his shoulder. The van was right around the corner so no one would spot him or his "package".
Did she really believe he would have allowed her to heal her friend?
How naive could she be?
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Saji tried to keep his mind clear as he walked into Chemistry class, however his traitorous brain would not stop replaying the events of his early morning meeting with his King.
The twitching.
The spaced out look on her face.
She was probably absolutely disgusted by his words.
He would apologize soon. As soon as he completed these tasks and got his training started.
He wanted to be stronger, he needed to be stronger to not only serve Sona with distinction but to also help her realize her dream.
He only hoped she would one day forgive him and allow him to stand by her side
Just as the green eyed boy was about to take a seat he noticed another envelope on his chair, he glanced around the classroom to see if anyone was watching but all his classmates seemed stuck in their own conversations.
He slowly picked up the letter before pulling out the paper and reading it:
Congratulations on completing the first task!
Task 2.
Write the correct measurements of Aika Kiryuu (The Academy's Queen Pervert) on the blackboard in your homeroom.
Good luck!
Saji blinked three times.
His next words came out as a barely audible whisper.
"What in the actual fuck?"
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Later that day
Raynare casually took a large gulp of her chocolate milkshake before addressing the person sitting across from her at the pastry shop's table.
"Is there any particular reason you enjoy fucking with people or is it that you're just a dick to everyone?"
Issei was about to take a bite of his donut but chose to answer the question first with one of his own.
"I take you out on a date to our favorite pastry shop and that's the first thing you ask me?"
Raynare rolled her eyes, the tiniest blush slightly staining her cheeks.
"Shut up you little brat, this is not a date!"
"Uh huh...does that mean you'll pay for all the stuff you've ordered and stop sponging on me?"
"..."
"Thought so. It is a date. I'm just playing along to the whole 'we are a couple' bit. It isn't strange for a couple to go out for lunch. "
Raynare sighed.
"Fine. Whatever."
"What was that question about anyways?"
"The stuff that you have the Sitri Pawn doing. Seems rather...strange."
Issei puffed out his chest.
"I assure you that my methods always work. Soon that boy will be not only kicking ass but will have the girls chasing him down as he does it!"
"Just like you? Oh that's right you don't have any girls chasing you."
Issei frowned then pouted.
"The only reason I'm not face deep in Kuoh Academy pussy right now is because of you."
Raynare smiled.
"I know. Proudest mission moment ever."
Issei returned her smile.
"Oh I'm sure it is. Just so you know, next week I intend for us to start holding hands all around school."
Raynare blinked.
"You're bluffing...you are so bluffing...right?"
Issei's smile grew wider.
"We could go straight to the cheek pecking stage."
Raynare literally squeaked.
"Holdinghandsisfine!" ( A/N: Holding hands is fine)
Issei chuckled again.
Ting Ling Ting !
Issei looked over at his cellphone with a questioning gaze.
"Hm, i wonder who could be texting me now."
"Must be your little Devil girlfriend. She must want you to do some work today, Mr. Executioner."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're just fucking with the Sitri Pawn and those tasks are complete bullshit."
Issei only laughed as he opened the text message.
Raynare decided to take another swig of her milkshake when she noticed Issei jump up from his chair.
"Hey...I'm not finished, it's still our lunchtime. Tell the redhead to wait!"
"We have to go now!"
Raynare's eyes widened at Issei's panicked expression as he showed her the message on his screen.
It was from Kalawarner:
"SOS. Hospital Backstreet."
Raynare was already out of the shop by the time Issei had put the phone into his pocket.
Just a few seconds later, one of the waitresses would find an empty table with a half eaten donut, a mostly finished milkshake, a fully paid bill and a gracious tip.
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