A/N: Got stuck with taxes, JS, and sorting my little brother's sick form, so I'm posting this out early, and making it a two part chapter to tide you readers over instead. I just added a little Godou, and there we go. Read, review, hopefully enjoy.

Dingir the curse of God, and now Campione?

Campione X Grey Faction crossover

Chapter 11: Father of Monsters, part 1

Several weeks had passed since Godou had returned to Tokyo, having become a god slayer on his trip to Italy, slaying two gods of War, Verethragna, and Attila the Hun. From it he had gained an authority of Victory with ten avatars, and a sword of bloodlust and war.

Godou had found it to be a difficult situation, what with dealing with the history committee, his apparent lover from Italy, and keeping his god slaying status from his sister. Fortunately his sword training with Erica was a great way for him to vent his stress, and gain confidence with fighting, as violence was not a usual part of his nature, though both Authorities called for battle, glory, and death.

Godou's sword style was a bastard mix of his baseball swings, Erica's elegant swordplay, and an imitation of what he had seen on the bridge when his senpai, Dingir had duelled with the Roman God Horatius Cocles. It was far from perfect, but having seen masters fight, and his own talents for battle as a Campione, he was learning rapidly.

Godou practiced out in the backyard with a weighted bokken when he couldn't get away with Erica; his sister had proven to be surprisingly judgmental about his budding relationship with the Italian mage, assuming they were sneaking off to do perverted things at every opportunity. Which wasn't true, he still had his virginity, albeit barely.

Erica wasn't messing around with the seduction route, though she was playing to his rules, which forced him to take her seriously and not dismiss her, she dragged him off on dates nearly every night, saved her heavy flirting and skinship for in private to avoid embarrassment, though she was stubbornly insistent about holding his arm when they were outside together or in school, and demanded a goodnight kiss after escorting her home, and she never let him off with anything brief. It was always long, passionate, and her arms were like a vice if he tried to pull away early.

Godou was not gay, and his reservations aside, given she was affiliated with a foreign mage organisation, he knew sooner or later he would give in to her demands for a more physical relationship, though he rejected being rushed into anything with long term consequences, despite becoming a Campione, he refused to change his plans, he would graduate high school, college, and then find a job, then consider the wife and kids route. Though whether he could maintain a normal job as a god slayer was another matter.

He had heard through Erica that the Eighth Campione demanded a bounty be paid for each god he killed from whatever mage group was in that country, along with various favours. Since they were risking their lives to fight Heretic Gods, a retainer and bounty system seemed quite fair to Godou, he certainly didn't intend to play at tyrant as many of his 'siblings' apparently did, but neither did he want to be taken advantage of, or walked over, particularly with him being a total novice about magic and their associations prior to his fight with the Persian god of war and victory.

Upon mentioning his opinion of this, Erica rushed off to tell the History Committee of the expected 'arrangement' and he received a bank account in his name containing what could only be considered a bribe, along with a contract signed by their elders confirming a substantial pay out for every Heretic God he slew on Japanese soil henceforth. Not that any had come yet, but apparently a girl his sister knew from her tea ceremony club was actually a Miko-Hime and predicted a major threat, an all-consuming darkness in Japan's near future, with him centred in that prediction.

Godou was looking forward to it despite his original pacifism; he was feeling competitive with the older god slayer he had fought alongside. Dingir, had since leaving Italy battled a further three Heretic Gods, in England, Iceland, and India.

'I want more Authorities too…' he thought, continuing the overhead slashes.

"Onii-chan, grandpa's said dinner's going to be ready in a few minutes!" called his little sister, whom he had kept in the dark about his transition to Campione thus far.

"Okay!" he called back, pausing in his practicing to join her, the wooden katana resting on his shoulder.

Shizuka regarded her brother with mild confusion as she followed him into their home. The doctor's had said his shoulder injury was permanent, which had ended his hopes of becoming a professional baseball player, and yet recently he had been practicing with a sword, utilizing movements that were clearly impossible with his injury. Then there was the Italian woman that her brother had brought back, while it was obvious Erica really liked her brother, there was something dangerous about her that set the middle-school girl on edge.

Unfortunately her brother seemed to be growing into a miniature version of their grandfather, she'd seen them kissing, and the blonde beauty was always holding onto her brother, pressing her chest against him, and even then, she knew of at least one other girl interested in him, her senpai at the tea club periodically asked her little innocuous questions, but she was clearly probing for information on her brother.

'I guess it's true what they say, women like men who already have women.' Shizuka really hoped she never ended up like that, and if her brother did try to start a Harem, she'd have to introduce his lower half to her knee strike. Still though, the feeling of danger from the Italian woman, and her brother's apparent miraculous recovery, she would need to find out what was going on.

(Scene change: Iceland wilderness, abandoned Nordic shrine – two weeks prior)

Dingir sat their patiently amidst the shrine, emitting several Authorities worth of divine energy without manifesting his powers. By doing this in a place of worship, it would apparently call to any associated Gods, luring them to the mortal realms, at least according to Goddodin; another way was by having Miko-hime pool their power in a ritual which usually led to their deaths, but was more likely to succeed.

Dingir preferred the first method – it goes without saying.

Having two Nordic Authorities already, that being the two Grams (his world's Balmung came from Yahweh) their aura and usage in a place these gods were once worshipped should attract their attention.

Dingir had been sitting there a few days already, but I wasn't like he had anywhere to be, nor did he have any friends or family in this alternate version of Earth. Though in fairness, Alice seemed to regard him highly now that she could leave her bed, and go out and about like anyone else, though her stamina was still low from a lack of exercise since she was young. He supposed he also had a slight relationship with the sixth and seventh Campione, having fought alongside them against Sigurd, Horatius, and Attila.

The ground beneath his feet was frozen now, and his arse was numb from the cold, though if not for a Campione's sturdiness and his own regeneration, Dingir would have died from the cold, everywhere was snow, and gale, and ice. The weather had changed, and gotten progressively worse since he had begun his call to the Nordic Gods. One had descended in response to his call, however they had tried to weaken or drive him off with the cold; they hid their divine presence admirably well, and had cast numerous layers of illusions in the surrounding area.

However as a Nephilim, Dingir's eyes, which glowed golden in the presence of magic, demons, or in response to his killing intent, could see through and understand magic or any form of mysticism. It sadly did not help his lack of magical talent, but as a Devil hunter, it was a valuable tool.

The Heretic God that had responded was Loki, stepson of Odin, former prince of the Ice giants, and master of magic, illusions, and trickery.

Dingir could sense Loki's impatience, and sooner or later he would stop hiding and attempt a sneak attack. The fight would be one-sided and brutally swift, he had not taken this world seriously enough, too confident in his immortality, and Gawain had made him suffer for it. All Gods henceforth would be crushed with his full strength, no hesitation, no mercy, if they lasted, they lasted, if they died instantly, then that was that. It was how he had hunted Devils and demons.

He had his own tricks and traps ready.

'Come when you are ready, Loki.' Dingir thought, ignoring the cold, awaiting the God' first attack, however was unaware his aura had attracted the notice of a certain someone from the Balkans, and was now on their way, ready for the hunt.

A day later, Loki struck!

Dingir suddenly rolls to the side as an intricate wooden blade, almost spear-like stabbed where he had been an instant ago.

Loki was a blonde man of average height, which ran down his back, a lithe musculature common in swimmers and fighters that favoured speed over brute force. He had green eyes and a rather large nose, and wore elaborate red and gold clothing that verge between being armour and robes.

"Tch! You're fast God Slayer." Loki remarked, his skin turning blue, and textured like ice or stone.

"And you took your time with the sneak attack," Dingir retorted, Balmung spreading over his body, transforming into Asag's demonic armour. "The curse be thy body, the great enemy will be thy power, wrap in deepest shadows, procreate the greatest poison, Oh rot away lowly ones, the great might consumes all sanity and delivers death!"

"The sword of the perfect knight given to carry out the will of justice, to slice the wicked, to slay evil, now burn bright, Excalibur Galatine!" A green and gold fae sword appearing in his right hand, the Excalibur Galatine, while hidden by his armour, his normally grey eyes burned like molten gold, seeing all of the stacked layers of illusions and traps that the Aesir had prepared if his 'assassination failed.'

"Grant me wings of darkness, oh great prince!" Dingir chanted, channelling Belial's Authority to form wings, the words slamming into his subconscious, demanding to be used as a focus. Wings burst from his back, this time as set of two scaled bat-like wings, as angel purification wasn't going to help here, plus they were damaged easily in a fight.

In addition, by using both Grams to summon Loki, he wouldn't be able to give them form for a while. It didn't matter; he wanted to test his new Authorities anyway, it was for that reason that Voban had chosen to sacrifice the many witches and Miko-hime to summon one, so as to avoid weakening himself before the fight. "Shall we get started?"

"You'll regret your actions, I am a God!" Loki declared with the relaxed, yet prideful confidence that came from being a deity. His body suddenly swelled into a gigantic ice giant, hundreds of feet tall, his clothing turning into primitive armour that left much of his legs and arms bare. "I am the giant, I am the ice, I am the prince of two, and so my wrath is double, my might divine and heavier than the mountains!"

Dingir flew into the air as the Heretic God chanted, and now level with Loki's head, he remarked mockingly. "It sounds better when Tom Hiddleston says it." Referencing the actor who played Loki in the Marvel movies, and apparently those movies existed in his world, as Loki's eyes narrowed dangerously, gigantic fists clenching tight, he had been close to descending for that reason, the humans hadn't got him right at all. Of course his brother Thor didn't mind, the violent killer of gods and giants rather liked being portrayed as a handsome, bearded hero.

"He's better looking too." Dingir added.

A seemingly mountain sized fist crashing into his armoured face was Dingir's reward for his biting words.

CHAPTER END

Next Chapter: Father of Monsters, part 2

A/N: Whooo!

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