This story seems to be going good. Loving, adoring fans, nice word count and decent number of reviews. So it had me wondering though, why I found myself losing motivation to type it? Hmm... it started to feel somewhere along the line that I had stopped writing what I wanted to write and started writing what people wanted to see, due to my own innate phobia of negative criticism.
Then I realized if that would make me abandon this story, I'd better kick it to the curb. Rather to eat up the flames and complete this tale, than to enjoy tons of positive feedback and leave it uncompleted.
So, heads up now - that Character Death warning I told you about? It's coming out in full force this chapter, and with this, the Midas Arc is completed.
Oh, and this Chapter is specially dedicated to Flux Casey, as though we may have our disagreements and you may have stopped reading this, you did in fact, make me reconsider a lot of things, and motivated me to type out this chapter.
Dragon of Dragons: Game of the Year Edition
Chapter 27:
Anomaly II: Curtain Call
The Midas Complex
'Fucking fuckity fuck!'
Freed Selzen swore to himself as he evaded an overhead slash that would have easily decapitated him by ducking, and then attempted a direct stab with his own sword, only for it to be instantly countered, as Reiji's blade met his, and he cursed upon noticing the image of Murayama within the blade recoil sharply in pain as a large cut appeared on her arm.
'Fucking bastard! I can't risk blocking his sword cause bitch-face is inside and I'll kill her by accident, but he doesn't have any fucking thing holding him back! Fucker!'
Reiji's sword came down, and Freed cursed as he found himself rolling out of the way, but not before he received a sharp kick to his somewhat still healing ribs that made him swear loudly, as he found himself kicked to the edge of their fiery ring.
'Gah… the bastard doesn't even need to use bitch-face as a weapon… fuck, I can't beat him, I've never been able to beat him, he's one of the fucking strongest exorcists in the world for a reason!'
Freed sprung to his feet, staring at the icy cold eyes of Reiji, and found himself cracking his brain for a rapid solution.
'If I want to kill this son of a bitch, I need to fucking free bitch-face from that sword… but how the fuck do I do that?'
Reiji sprung at him, blade fully extended, causing Freed to dodge to the left, easily swaying from the shockwaves that was caused from simply swing around the sword, before attempting to balance himself, as he brought down his own sword in what was a textbook defensive stance.
All around them, the sounds of the Theater collapsing echoed, the fiery flames burned down anything and everything in seeming sight, and the heat made a thin layer of sweat coat the white haired exorcist as he stared down his teacher, the man having fallen deathly silent since their battle had begun, knowing better to fall for any of Freed's tricks or taunts.
He let out a sigh.
"Oi bastard, I don't get it. I mean, we all know you were never father of the fucking year material, but why the hell do you hate your own fucking daughter so much?"
The man's cold eyes seemed to still for a brief second.
"If it's because she was born with tits and a pussy, then you'd probably win the 'most sexist fucker in the world' award hands down."
Reiji growled. "Do you truly believe that such a trivial reason is my motivation? I could have cared less if she were male or female."
The battle between student and teacher came to a brief pause as the only sound that reverberated around them were the screams of dying individuals, and residual booms of explosions.
Through the sword, Freed watched as Murayama had heard him clear as day, and her expression twisted into one of incomprehensible shock, and no small amount of disbelief.
"Then why the fuck do you hate her?"
Why? That was the question he asked himself, feeling his voice become more and more guttural as he tried to ignore the aching pains in his side, the glistening sweat on his body becoming sticky and uncomfortable, and his bare feet on the ground had begun bleeding from being constantly used to step on all manner of abrasive objects.
"Because she was born."
The cold, calm declaration cut across the burning complex like a lone arrow whistling through the silent night sky. The declaration caught Murayama off guard as her visage in the sword recoiled as though physically struck.
Freed took in a sharp breath. "What?"
"I thought at first that I would be able to grow to love her, but whenever I stared at her, all I could see was the future that she had ruined."
"The fuck are you talking about?"
He stopped, staring at the sword in his hand, before slowly striking his blade into the ground, ignoring the girl's look of pain.
'Bastard!'
"The Busujima Clan is an old one. It has been in existence for years and years, spanning more generations than you would find in the Royal Families of Europe. Our very first ancestors lived in an era so far gone that it is all but lost to humanity."
He shook his head. "We were not always a clan of swordsmen, no, as a matter of fact, we were a clan of priests and priestesses, given charge to protecting the world against the return of an evil demon named Moryo. It was only through time that our clan leaders discovered the urgent need to have capable warriors, and in time, we eventually became a powerful tribe of swordsmen and women."
"What does this shit have to do with – gah!"
He swung at him, grabbing the blade from the earth and letting out a massive backhanded swipe, the shockwave striking Freed down in seconds, and making him scowl as the aching in his ribs grew even worse, feeling one of them very nearly puncture a lung.
"Don't interrupt me. I am giving this lecture because of you Freed."
He stared at the sword. "Of course, soon we grew arrogant in our power, in our strength, and some members of the clan rebelled, formed a rival faction who decided that they would ally with the demon, and use his power to become stronger. This led to a brutal civil war where brother killed brother and fathers killed sons."
"Fucker like you would seem right at home there – gah goddamnit! Fuck!"
After being knocked down a second time with the concussive force of a charging bull, Freed wisely decided to remain shut.
"Afterwards, the Head Priestess made a law into motion, this law was said that every member of the Busujima clan would partake of a special ritual at least once in their youth that would allow them, to grant a glimpse into their future, to perceive their destinies and purpose. From this, they would know if they or their children would ever unseal Moryo or intend to use his power. If it was seen that they would, they were to commit seppuku immediately after completing the ritual."
He shook his head. "Now, even though several years have passed, this ritual of foresight still takes root in the Busujima Clan. I partook of the ritual, and what I saw in my future was not one of unsealing Moryo, nor was it of turning great evil."
His eyes seemed to lighten. "I saw myself, my wife, and my son, living happily, as I would grow to old age and he would carry on my legacy, becoming all the things I failed to be, and bringing true pride to the Busujima name. But then… she had a miscarriage."
Silence reigned.
"Not once, in several millennia has the Ritual of Foresight been wrong. Not once. I went back, and met her, the Clan Matriarch and asked for why this had happened. But she said that all I should do was wait, and perhaps it was simply time flowing along."
Freed managed to rise to his feet again, ignoring the stinging in his chest as his eyes narrowed upon focusing on the face of his sensei, noticing, that for what seemed to be the first time since he had known the man, his eyes were displaying genuine emotion.
"Alas, my wife was pregnant again, and I was calmed, believing the future to still be in stone, but then, she was born, a girl."
Reiji stared at the blade as though it was the accumulated pile of shit from the numerous stalls of military encampment.
"I went back again, in search of an explanation, and what I heard baffled me. That she, somehow was destined for something greater than I or my son, that she had a huge part to play in some great change and cataclysm and as a result, fate, had decided to bring her into this world. This I could accept, and in turn, I took the Ritual of Foresight once more, the first ever person to take it twice, and do you know what I saw?"
Freed was tempted, so sorely tempted to ask 'Do I give a fuck?' but he noticed, through the blade, Murayama's eyes fixed upon the man, her expression twisted into one of confusion, agony, and a different mesh of other emotions that made him bite his lip and let the man continue. Fuck, he was getting soft, and at this point he wasn't sure if he was thinking with his dick or something else entirely, but goddamned it, Murayama deserved this closure with her father.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
Reiji's body shook in a manner that one would easily have mistaken for laughter, had the situation not been so dire.
"Do you know what that meant? It meant that my future, my legacy, my happiness, none of it mattered and that my only purpose for existing, for living and breathing… was to bring her into this world."
The rogue white-haired exorcist chewed on the inside of his cheek. Well, he may have hated his sensei, but to be told that you only existed to be some sort of baby factory for one baby, well, that kinda sucked.
"You sure you weren't fucking seeing that shit wrong?"
"That was the very same thing I had believed, right up until I took the Ritual a Third time and finally saw my fate, my purpose, my final moments, staring up at her face, dead, by her blade."
The man grasped the blade, gently rubbing his hand against it as his eyes seemed to be filled with melancholy.
"I tried to love you Murayama, I really did. I tried to look upon you as my flesh and blood and give you affection, but whenever I saw you, all I could see was a clock counting down to my own death and an embodiment of all the things that could never be."
Freed felt that he had heard enough. He could feel the blood pumping through his veins, and he let himself give a low, deep growl as he pushed back the pain, pushed back the hesitation and the restraint, pushed back every last dredge of sympathy or kindness that would have left him weakened, and then he outright commanded his own body to send in the rush of adrenaline he needed.
"Sensei… you're a FUCKING idiot!"
The roar came out like an almost guttural sounding grunt, the deep vibrations in his throat only aiding to once more enhance his voice, which made the man fumble at the sheer maliciousness of it all.
"So, because some fucking oracle said that she killed you, you fucking fell for it like an idiot? You would lie down over a side, spread your legs and let fucking fate and destiny shove it's dick up your ass and make you shriek like a common whore?"
Reiji seemed to regain his voice. "The predictions were absolute –"
"ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT!" Freed roared, feeling his chest heave in heavy rhythms "Just because you saw some fucking messed up shit in the future, doesn't fucking mean it's going to happen! You fucking let your entire goddamned life be ruled by ONE fucking vision of the future! You ever stop to think, doing all the shit you did, is what is going to fucking bring up this bullshit future in the first place? You fucking think about that for one goddamned second?"
Reiji recoiled. "I –"
"Well it doesn't fucking matter!"
Freed swung his sword as his eyes gained a malicious red glow.
"Sensei, you're going to die by MY sword, and I'm going to be the fucking last thing you ever see, to prove to you, that your entire fucking bullshit prophecy, was a fucking hoax, and send you to goddamned hell feeling like the MOTHERFUCKING idiot you are!"
The ground beneath his feet exploded outwards, leaving imprints within it as he soared, an eagle, a cheetah and a rocket all at once, letting out a mighty cry that served to stun his opponent with the sheer ferocity, as he brought his sword in for a spinning overhead slash.
Reiji was barely able to raise the Murayama Blade to intercept the attack.
There was the loud clang from the echo of metal striking metal, and once more, the girl's visage in the sword recoiled, as a portion of her shirt was cut, and a long shallow slash appeared from her neck down to her belly button.
Freed's eyes glowered.
'Goddamn it!'
"It's over Freed."
In a motion that was faster than eyes could track, Reiji's blade shifted from a defensive position to an offensive one.
Freed's eyes widened as he coughed out blood, the fluids splashing unto Reiji's face, as he realized he could feel something wet on him. His gaze lowered, slowly, until he traced his eyes to the sword that had pierced straight through his chest, extremely close to where his heart was and had come clean through the other side.
'Shit. Shit. Shit! SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT! I'm NOT fucking dying like this Reiji! NOT TO YOU!'
With a roar of effort, Freed spun his arm with the blade still impaled straight through his chest, and he gained no small amount of satisfaction from watching Reiji's shocked face right before he slammed his fist directly into it, feeling his knuckles easily shatter several teeth from the impact, and loosening the man's grip on his sword, before sending him reeling.
The stunned man held unto his face, his eyes no longer believing what he was seeing.
"I-I-I stabbed you through the lungs! Near the heart – it is supposed to be fatal!"
Freed panted, coughing out a decent amount of blood as he left the blade impaled directly in his chest, he turned his gaze to Reiji, his eyes slowly, but certainly, possessing a malicious red glow, and a sudden haze seemed to surround him.
Then, he let out a massive roar like a primal beast had been set lose upon the lands to ravage and destroy.
"You've never understood me sensei…"
He stalked forward, each step followed by torrents of blood.
"I don't need a motherfucking heart to live. I don't need oxygen or food or water. All I need sensei, all I have ever needed to live, is a FUCKING REASON!"
A shadowy apparition, seemed to appear behind him, shaping, turning, twisting, and it looked down upon him like a smoky apparition, a skull with all the attributes of madness and insanity.
'He- he can't be human… no… there's no way…'
Reiji scrambled backwards, watching as the apparition behind the enraged soul of Freed Selzen set his eyes upon him, head tilting and fangs bared…
"AND MY FUCKING REASON TO LIVE RIGHT NOW…"
The demon lunged.
"…IS TO SEND YOU TO HELL!"
~~~~~~~~~~ DxD – Game of the Year Edition ~~~~~~~~
Satan's Theater
Rias Gremory was not entirely certain as to what was going on. The fact that they had been invaded by the Greek Gods came as a shocker, as she could not, in any way or form understand why the invasion had taken place, or what the motives where, all she knew, was that she had to ensure the safety of her peerage and her family, and fight back the invading forces.
"Akeno, you take care of the cyclops, I'll handle the Chimeras."
"Yes buchou!"
She flew into the air with the aid of her devil wings, and channeled the famous Power of Destruction into her hands, fashioning them into the shape of arrows, as they began raining down on the Chimera beasts, effortlessly piercing through the goat and lion head's and being coated with a fine line of gray matter before they all seized to exist, or rather, before the power disintegrated the entirety of the organic materials of the beasts, one after another.
"Rias!"
She turned, eyes wide as one of the creatures had attempted to reach her blindside, only to watch as it was suddenly split in two, a splatter of blood and guts staining her as she witnessed the spine of the monster be removed from the lower half of its body.
She glanced up to her savior, a man dressed in a suit that she had no problems recollecting, having seen it multiple times, alongside with his crimson hair that was the color of blood, much like her own.
"F-father?"
Lord Zeoticus Gremory grimaced at his ruined clothes, and had definitely seen better days, but the man managed to give her a smile that indicated he was alright.
"Are you alright Rias?"
Rias nodded. "I-I'm fine father, have you seen mother? I got separated from her when the fighting began."
The man's expression managed to turn grim. "The last I saw of Venelana, she was fighting the goddesses Hera and Hestia with Ruval Phenix."
Rias took a sharp breath. Her mother was fighting goddesses?
"Father, what's going on? Why are the Greek Gods invading?"
"I do not know. All I know is that Sirzechs, Ajuka, Falbium and Alucard are currently fighting against the combined might of Artemis, Apollo, Zeus, Poseidon, the rest of the Olympians and the commanders of the Grigori."
Rias' eyes widened. Even for her brother, who was a Super Devil, and the powerful No-Life King, the odds were extremely stacked against them – facing off against powerful god-class opponents and the strongest Fallen Angels in existence was not going to be a battle that they could walk away from unscathed.
It was doubly so for her brother, who would no doubt have to hold back lest he ended up accidentally killing everyone in the vicinity, and destroying the entirety of the Satan's Theater.
"We have to push back the beasts. They are mostly cannon fodder, but their sheer numbers and size are overwhelming us. Gather your peerage, we –"
Rias blinked, there was a flash of silver, or something similar, and then she let out a sharp gasp of pain as a long horizontal gash appeared on her arms and across her stomach, easily spurting blood.
She found it even odder that there was a large torrent of blood pouring down on her, only for her to gaze up, and stare at the headless body of what was once her father.
"F-f-f-father?"
No, this was – this was some sort of dream, a nightmare – there was no way –
"F-father?"
It could not actually be – he could not actually be –
"FATHER!"
Her hands shook as the blood splattered her face, and the headless body began falling, descending down effortlessly like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
She dove after the body, arms outstretched as she ignored the aching lump in her throat and the stinging in her eyes as she wanted to catch up to him, because there was no way that her father could –
She was blindsided by a half-naked blur covered in blood, and tackled to the ground hard, slamming into it with enough force to create a small crater.
She gazed up, tears if anger and sorrow mixing as she wanted to see who in the world had dared –
"S-Sona? What are you doing! Let go of me, I need to get to my father –"
"Rias."
"Let go of me Sona!"
"Rias. Your father is dead."
"No! He's not – he's not –"
"LISTEN TO ME RIAS!"
In all their years of knowing each other, Rias had never once heard Sona's voice go higher than a certain pitch, and she had not, ever so much as heard her yell. The haze and shock managed to take back seat, as she stared at her friend, her friend whose eyes were deep, tired, and were desperately trying to hold back just as much tears as she was.
W-when had she ever seen Sona cry?
"He – he is dead. You understand? There is nothing we can do about that now. And I understand how much it must hurt, but if you go out there, you will die as well."
She understood? She understood? She dare say that she understood what it was like to –
Then cold realization seeped in.
"Y-your parents –"
Sona was silent for a brief second.
"They were directly under the initial blast. I found two burnt carcasses that generally looked familiar enough, but I had not the time to examine closer."
Rias felt somewhat hollow.
The initial blast that had hit the Satan's Theater had been a wave of holy energy mixed in with the concussive force of an explosion. With light being the weakness of any and all devils, numerous people had perished from the first strike alone.
"I don't – I don't understand, why is this happening? We –"
Whatever she wanted to say was rapidly interrupted as Sona picked her up princess style, and all but dashed out of the way with speed that Rias did not know the girl possessed, only to watch as two blades had slammed into the spot mere milliseconds later.
Any sense of pride she would have felt or embarrassment at being carried along in such a manner by her friend ended as she had no other choice but to hold onto Sona tighter as the girl had began evading a rapid fire assault of spinning, chained blades that struck around them, emitting fire with each strike, as Sona did her best to evade them.
Rias was confused as to what was going on, right up until she was finally able to see him – the man who was attacking them, the man who had killed her father, a bald man with ashy-white skin and red tattoos, with a malicious scowl upon his face.
Rias felt her magical energy spike as the death of her father instantly came back to mind, and all she wanted, more than anything, was to make the man in front of her, DIE!
"Rias – wait!"
She had burst free from Sona's care, eyeing down the man as she channeled a large portion of her Power of Destruction.
Thicker, Denser, Faster, Stronger, Sharper – the mix of her grief and her anger combined, forming a large, gargantuan sized sphere of the power which could reduce everything and anything into sheer nothingness, and with it, she rose it high, and launched it directly at the being.
The man looked unfazed, as though the attack would have no effect on him, wings sprung on his back, long and dark, he lunged forward into the sphere, a glowing blue blade that practically screamed godly power emerging in his hand.
Then, to Rias' utmost shock and disbelief, he carved through her attack, the sword making a huge divide in between the ball of destructive energy, and then the blade lay directly between her eyes.
Her entire life flashed before her eyes in that brief second, as she heard Sona scream out her name, she could witness everything that she had ever seen, heard, and experienced come back to her in slow motion, and all at once, she realized that she was going to die.
Right up until a bullet struck the blade, and anotherthe man, sending him off target, and allowing Rias to escape with only the superficial damage of a large portion of her hair being cut off.
She collapsed to the ground, shock and fear still riding her form as she took in several gasps of air, feeling a wet sensation between her legs as she realized that she had pissed herself from the fear.
She turned to her rescuer, finding a familiar blue-haired devil with two revolvers in hand, clearly still smoking from the recently fired shots.
"So… I just shot a godslayer in the face to save your life. If he's not dead, I am so, so screwed."
Rias wanted to laugh at Tsubasa's joke, but what came out was a scrawled gasp as she was still shaking off the fear from a near death experience, and even though she had believed that fighting Kokabiel would give her limitless confidence and an unflinching ability to face death, she had immediately discovered it was not the case.
Sona appeared, dropping in front of Rias, and for a brief second, she had expected another resounding slap.
Instead, the sad, desolate look Sona gave her pierced deeper than any physical reprimand could possibly have. It hurt more knowing that Sona was a person who rarely displayed much emotion to begin with.
"Rias, I know we may not have been on talking terms before all of this happened, but please,"
Rias flinched at the way Sona's voice cracked.
"Do not die."
Slowly, she nodded.
The girls barely had time to utter any other words, as there was an explosion of smoke, and the bald man returned, looking none the worse for wear.
"ENOUGH!"
The man roared out, before bringing forth his sword.
"I have fought far greater beasts than you dare approach, I will not be mocked by weaklings and mere women."
The three girls in question felt incredibly peeved at the remark of mere women.
"Mou, good thing I don't count as either."
Rias blinked, staring in confusion and awe, as one second, the bald man was standing on his own, insulting them, and the next, there was an effeminate looking boy casually leaning his elbow on the godslayer's shoulder.
Then the next thing she knew, he was directly beside Sona.
"Mou, what do you think hebi-hime? A Dhampire, two clan heiresses and –"
He turned to Tsubasa, raising an eyebrow, as the girl was for some weird reason, affectionately sucking on her guns like it was a phallic object, only to stop as she realized she was the center of attention.
"I-I-It's not my f-fault! I-Issei made all his Carnal Armaments powered by p-perverted actions!"
The Dhampire pretended as though he didn't hear her.
" – an ecchi gunslinger versus a godslayer. Think we can do it?"
Rias noticed that the bald man had already begun charging towards them.
"We do not have much of a choice."
~~~~~~~~ Dragon of Dragons – Game of the Year Edition ~~~~~~~
The Midas Complex
Issei walked through the ruins of the burning complex, his shirtless form sheening slightly with sweat from the residual heat, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared down at himself, finding his pants also having almost burnt out, and finding himself without shoes whatsoever.
He frowned as he headed into what was essentially going to be an exclusive area of the Complex, which was a large, hexagonal styled room, and all the while, he found himself shaking his head.
'Something on your mind partner?'
Issei let out a sigh. "I've lost this war haven't I?"
Ddraig seemed confused. 'What do you mean?'
"Kurama's attacks were indiscriminate. His first strike had annihilated the entirety of where I stood – where there were hundreds if not thousands of Fallen Angels – all of which were under my Sleep spell. All of which are now dead."
It was ridiculous for one second to even assume that the Fallen Angels had evaded or survived that barrage, when Issei had barely managed to do so. Perhaps if they had not been knocked unconscious, some of them might have been able to escape, but now, now he could proudly say that he had played a pivotal role in the near-annihilation of an entire species.
'It was not your fault –'
"No. It is." Issei shook his head "All of this… this plan, this attack… I could have probably stopped it beforehand, maybe, I could have even prevented it… but…"
He sighed. "The only reason the anomalies exist is because of me, the only reason they are even here is because of my past screw ups. By that logic, I am responsible for every life they take."
'But that is why you are attempting to correct that – to do the right thing?'
"I'm not a hero Ddraig. To be honest, I'm goddamned selfish. I didn't care about the trafficking of elves and felt it's not my business, I don't care about the large scale of the world around me, or of the deaths and suffering of hundreds of innocents. I'm not doing any of this because I feel it's right or it's just. I'm just a guy trying to fix his screw-ups, because not doing so would be highly inconvenient..."
Issei took in a deep breath.
"If everyone in the world except the ones I cared about and the ones they cared about were to die, I wouldn't care. That's just the type of person I am."
'Wait… Hyoudou… why are you saying this? Are you saying you believe this will end with the deaths of hundreds?'
"It is the only way I can see it ending."
'How is that so? You are about to encounter Midas, once you defeat him –'
"Once I defeat him, there'll be another anomaly around the corner, stronger and faster, or another madman with a world domination plan, or another homicidal maniac with goals of mass genocide. And on and on it goes, even after the anomalies are defeated."
'And you will keep repelling them –'
"I don't want to spend the rest of my life fighting bad guys Ddraig. I'm not a defender of justice or a paragon of hope – I didn't sign any agreement to be the world's savior."
"Then perhaps, you're best option, is to end it all – to tear asunder this world from the foundation up."
Danger Detected!
Boss Level Opponent Detected!
As befitting of his motif as a king, Midas stood above him, above the rest, on a pillar of golden sand with his hands crossed, the anomaly stared down at him as an omnipresent deity would gaze upon his creations.
Issei gave him a strict gaze. "Midas. I have no time for bullshit – my patience is thin, I'm sick of watching people die and fighting egotistical maniacs. Call off your army, and I'll consider not killing you."
Midas let out a dry laugh. "We are not so different boy, I too, have grown tired of witnessing the futility of this world."
Issei snorted. "And for that reason, what, you decided to destroy it?"
"No, just the devils, the fallen and all the gods, for their races are those which reeks of narcissism." Midas shook his head. "Tell me Red Dragon Emperor, you mingled with the devils of the Underworld did you not? What was your impression of them? Did any of them seem like individuals that would benefit mankind? Benefit the future? Did they have any goals that was not myopic and self-serving, riddled with their own vanity?"
Issei's lips morphed into a thin line. There was no denying it, the vast number of devils he had mingled with in the underworld were sickening, one-dimensional creatures of narcissistic endeavors.
"Not that it would matter – the futility of actions has made it abundantly clear to me that there is no longer any point to 'dreams' to 'hopes' and to 'aspirations'."
"What?"
"I am the wealthiest being in existence. I have tasted more affluence, more wealth, more power than anyone and anything. And I can stand and tell you, that none of it matters. Material pursuits are meaningless, trivial, and so insignificant on the grand scale, yet, devils more so than any other race, dedicate their lives to the attainment of these trifling things."
"Sounds hypocritical coming from you."
His stony eyes seemed almost placated. "Is it? When you have walked down a path and fell into a hole, would you not try to warn others have the same hole? And when you witness more and more people eagerly jumping into the hole to their own demise, would you not seek to then cover it up?"
Slowly, Issei's eyes were widening.
"In a past life, I had taken my duties of a leader over my responsibilities as a father, and my attempt to gain strength, wealth and influence led to me turning my youngest child into a weapon, ostracizing my older two, and eventually dying at the hands of a man who toyed at my ambitions easily."
His cold eyes never wavered.
"Then in my current life, my own greed for wealth led to me turning my wife and my daughters into gold, an accident of touch, and left me once more realizing my folly."
Midas shook his head."People pursue such obsessions believing they make something out of life. But, in the end a rock is a rock no matter what you make it look like. They will die, it will erode, and there will be nothing left – their wealth does not follow them to their graves. In short what they do does not matter, because the end is all the same. There is no difference between the corpses."
He then stretched out his arms.
"Hence I have decided to end it – to end the vanity of the devils, to collapse the egotism of the gods – Their actions, bereft of nothing but self-interest sicken me, being mere vanity upon vanity – I will tolerate it no longer."
Issei growled. "So you'll kill all of them, simply for wanting material things?!"
The Golden King stared down at Issei, and answered him with a simple word.
"Yes."
~~~~~~~~~~~ Dragon of Dragons – Game of the Year Edition ~~~~~~
The Midas Complex – Elsewhere
Serafall Leviathan was not entirely sure as to what was going on. All she knew, was that the entire building had begun shaking, going utterly haywire as powerful, endless streams of attacks seemed to constantly plague the building.
'Exit… exit… need to find an exit…'
She came across a large door, and effortlessly summoned up a huge sword of water to slice it open, before barreling through, and grinning as she found herself looking at the open sky.
She however blinked, upon the realization that what she was supposed to be looking at was, in fact, the Fallen Angel Territory – or whatever remained of it.
Entire tidal waves of sand and gold peaked past the point in the clouds, engulfing everything like a foretold destroyer of worlds, as whatever was left of the fallen angels, children and women, scrambled about in futility like termites within a burning anthill, until they were slowly, one by one, engulfed by the sands.
It was a genocide, pure and simple. A complete and utter destruction of the Fallen Angel race by one man, one being had attempted and seemingly succeeded to kill hundreds of thousands of people.
It made her sick to her core, and she grit her teeth at the sight.
"Kukuku… enjoying the view?"
Serafall spun, her guard instantly up as she moved into an offensive position, and across from her, was a young man with pale skin and yellow slit-eyes like that of a snake, giving her the oddest, coldest smile she had ever seen before, and what perhaps made him even more creepy, was the sleeping young girl he had on his shoulder, a young child that Serafall could ascertain belonged to the Yokai faction.
"W-who are you?"
The man's smile never waned. "A scientist."
Serafall faltered, that was most certainly not what she was expecting to hear.
"A scientist, here? You work for Midas?"
He shook his head. "Quite the opposite actually."
All at once, Serafall found the man very, very dangerous.
"Is this –" she gestured to the mass genocide "Your doing?"
The man did not even attempt to hide it. "Of course, it is the conclusion of a long-reaching scientific endeavor."
"Scientific endeavor?" She sounded utterly baffled.
"The removal of unnecessary lifeforms from their place in existence."
"Unnecessary?"
"Evolutionarily speaking, Fallen Angels are unnecessary. Their existence arises due to being flawed angels, and while Angels themselves have a purpose in the universe to spread their goodness and virtues, and devils exist to tempt and corrupt, the Fallen are neither. They merely exist for the sake of existing, have no true goals to accomplish, and constantly serve as a threat of corruption for the Angels, and a competitor of resources for the devils."
Serafall's jaw clenched. "Even so… mass genocide of an entire race for such a trivial reason?"
"Kukuku… look at it this way Satan Leviathan. Without the Fallen Angels, the next Holy War will be the last one, either the devils finally slay all the angels and take heaven for themselves, or the angels are victorious and the devil race is brought to extinction."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "And you… what do you get out of any of this?"
The snake-eyed man practically glowed.
"A satisfied curiosity."
With those words, he lay the young Yokai girl on the ground and vanished in a puff of smoke. Mere seconds later, Serafall witnessed the appearance of the most complicated slime familiar she had ever seen.
~~~~~~~~~~ DxD – Game of the Year Edition ~~~~~~~~~~
Midas Complex – Elsewhere
The Gamer was done playing around. He was done having to fight people like Midas, he was done holding back, joking or jesting. If he had a means to complete a fight, end his opponent in the fastest way possible, he would take it. There was no longer any need for him to drag on fights endlessly if he possessed the means to end it.
Supersonic pellets of gold dust rained upon Issei like bullets from a machine gun, and the Gamer simply stood his ground, opening his inventory.
"Larceny."
The bullets of gold entered his inventory, and Issei noted, with some bit of amusement, that it was instantly converted into money.
Midas growled as all his attempts to send down golden rain upon his enemy ended in the same way, with the boy somehow uttering the word 'larceny' and then his gold would magically disappear.
"What sorcery is this? How are you negating my attacks?"
"Do you really expect me to give you an answer, or where you just asking for the purpose of sounding stupid?"
Midas growled. "Do not underestimate me boy! All I need to end you is a single touch!"
Midas lunged forward, his hands outstretched, the legendary Midas Touch which would turn the Gamer into a mere statue seemingly coming closer and closer.
Once he reached within ten feet of Issei, the Gamer rose a finger.
"Telekinesis."
Midas was slammed to the ground, like a giant would slam a fly, and then instantly raised up and slammed again, and then again, and again, until the man became a ricocheting human pinball over and over and over, before he was tossed aside, launching through the air with a burst of speed, and crashing through several solid gold statues, before coming to an abrupt stop.
The broken, battered and bloody form of Midas rose up from the rubble, blood streaming down his face as he looked positively enraged.
Issei merely sighed. "It's clear now to me. It should have been clear the whole time, but you're not the 'big boss' here. You're not even a King, just a sacrificial pawn."
Midas growled. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Issei stared at him, the 'anomaly'.
"Is it not odd, that you and only you were the one reincarnated, out of all the shinobi of the era or elemental nations, only a guy whose most memorable act as a leader, was being deceived and dying at the hands of a mere criminal?"
Rasa's face began to growl "What are you insinuating?"
"Someone like the First Hokage wasn't reincarnated, but a half-bit leader like you? No. That isn't luck or chance, you're only here because someone wants you to be. You're here to buy time or to serve as a distraction –"
"ENOUGH!" he roared "I have had enough of this blatant nonsense. This ends NOW!"
A cascading tidal wave of golden sand formed around the man, easily reaching sixty feet in height, dwarfing anything and everything in its path, and still increasing higher and higher, as though a titan had decided to flap its bedsheet into the wind, the massive climbing cascade of golden sand made Issei look like an ant in front of a giant sand castle.
Then, it all came rearing down on the Gamer.
Issei, for his part, did not look intimidated in the least.
"Hyoudou Style Secret Technique…" he said, before deeply inhaling.
Interesting fact about his Gamer's Body, he could not get drunk due to the ability, and as such, he had son found out that all of the more poisonous or harmful aspects of the copious amounts of alcohol he had been saving up had instead been collecting inside of his body, storing up to a certain limit. He would have died or at the very least, been taking continuous damage from it, but due to the Poison Immunity perk, it had been no more harmful than walking around with a full belly, or more accurately, like being a penguin that could regurgitate his meals.
He had not been drinking alcohol day after day just for no clear reason, and had been intending to use this skill with Fireball, but he had to thank the heavens that Kurama had launched a much fitting fire source at him.
He turned the liquid into gas within his own body, before he immediately opened a small portion of his inventory directly in front of his mouth.
Release, Larceny.
"Wildfire Breath."
The copious alcohol turned into highly flammable gas met on contact with the deific flames that Issei had previously absorbed from Kurama, and the entire world in front of Issei turned blinding white, as the white hot flames seared towards the golden sand, the sheer heat melting, and then boiling the wave of golden sand, before pushing it all back, leaving Rasa staring in utter disbelief as he was now surrounded by a tidal wave of boiling liquid gold.
"N-no!"
He gestured his arms out to stop the wave, but as Issei had suspected, he was not able to control the liquid form of his element as well and as easily as he would control its solid. That, and the sheer size of it all was almost impossible to begin to control unprepared.
"NO! NO! I cannot di –"
The tidal wave of boiling liquid gold engulfed him, leaving whatever he was about to say unfinished.
CRITICAL HIT!
The golden pool of boiling gold began to move towards his direction, and, as expected, Issei rose a single hand in objection.
"Larceny."
The liquid gold swam into his inventory with ease, pouring in deeper and deeper as it vanished with a long, dry hiss. Once it was well and gone, all that remained was a golden skeleton, the last and final legacy of the once mighty Midas.
He could have sworn he heard someone scream out 'fatality' in the background.
Issei waited, a few seconds passing before noticing that as he had suspected, there was no notification congratulating him on the defeat of an anomaly.
"Well done, Hyoudou Issei. Honestly, I did not expect you to be able to kill him so easily – and so ironically at that, using his own strongest weapon against him."
Wisps of smoke emerged, and then, the skeleton of Midas shifted, as though forming back to life, rising straight, and then draped by the smoke which eventually turned into a long black robe, leaving what could only be described as a lich in place.
God of Death
Hades Lv. ?
"Hades… so it was you after all."
The being seemed to smile. "Do tell me, how were you able to deduce that Midas was under someone else's control and not was an anomaly?"
Issei's eyebrows shot up. "Y-you know of the anomalies?"
"But of course, I do serve Death-sama directly, and it grants me certain privileges and access to important information. So now, when did it occur to you that something was wrong?"
Issei frowned. "At first it was a small hunch, his puppets did not show up on my minimap, and I thought it odd, but then there was the fact that I was standing directly in front of him and he still did not show up on my map as a threat. That meant something was wrong."
He shook his head. "Then there was the fact that my Quest never once updated to put in any information about Midas, it kept saying I had to kill Kratos, Save Serafall and Stop the War. Not once was Midas or the Midas Complex mentioned, despite him orchestrating everything… it meant that somehow, he was either above or below recognition to the Exodus Switch. That meant there was someone that either had the means or the power to affect my game so much, and he was backing Midas. Out of all possible connections, you were the most likely suspect."
"Because I am Hades – therefore, I must be the villain where the Greek faction is concerned?"
Issei shrugged. "I'm not wrong am I?"
The being managed a chuckle. "I suppose you are not."
"Why did you reincarnate Rasa? What do you stand to gain from any of this?"
Hades shook his head. "I did it over several thousand years ago, at the behest of a man who had offered me something great in return for such a small feat. I however, did not anticipate on the man being so well versed on Rasa's psychology that he played the fool like the very puppets he loved, down to this very moment – the true puppet master was never the puppeteer."
"Who was this man?"
"He is currently the Demon Overlord and the man who killed Rasa in the first place, but you may know him as Orochimaru."
Issei swore. The Gamer then stumbled as the entire complex shook, acting as though the building itself had just given a giant sneeze.
"What was that?"
"Without Rasa or Midas alive to empower it the entire Midas Complex is collapsing, and so is the Reality Marble. You need to leave at once, or you will never be able to leave at all."
Issei did not need to be told twice.
~~~~~~~DxD – Game of the Year Edition ~~~~
The Midas Complex – Elsewhere
Freed Selzen had not known where he had gotten his strength from.
Ping!
Nor had he cared about the floating messages that had popped up in his vision.
Criteria Met! Initializing Exodus Switch runtime program…
Initializing …
Initialization Complete!
All he knew was that it had given him the necessary strength needed, and he had found himself dashing head first and Reiji with all the strength of a demon, his blazing sword carrying along his blazing soul, as he brought it down on the man which stood in front of him.
Mercy?
An utterly foreign concept which Freed Selzen did not know.
Restraint?
An implement utilized by the weak in order to curtail the power of the strong.
Hesitation?
A completely foreign entity which could be found in the dictionary as the antonym to Freed Selzen.
The slicing hot blade of Freed Selzen came down upon the man known as Reiji Busujima, there being no time for contemplation, restraint, mercy or hesitation, as he was cleaved perfectly in two, flicks of grey matter and from the man's brain mixing and blending with blood as the blade descended, from top to bottom, mixing gray matter, blood, and guts all together as Reiji was unable to so much as utter out a single word in objection, and the man's two separated halves fell to both sides in a spray of blood, dousing Freed utterly in the flowing red liquid and leaving guts and other intestines spilling on the floor.
The Exorcist let out a brief, tired cough, finally removing the blade lunged into his chest as he cast it aside and dropped down to the ground.
It seemed that without Reiji to sustain the spell, it could not function, and in no time, Murayama emerged from the blade, detaching from the object like someone would detach water from a canteen.
She collapsed onto the ground, before taking in a deep breath as she scanned her surroundings, her eyes falling unto the bifurcated corpse of the man she had called father.
Then, she turned to Freed.
"Y-you killed him."
The white haired exorcist let out a strangled wheeze. "At fucking last eh? And all it fucking cost me was being run through with a blade. I –"
"Why?"
The question was not what Freed was expecting.
"The fuck do you mean why, the bastard sealed you into a sword, was going to kill you, treated you like crap for your entire life –"
"Because he thought I was going to kill him." She said, her voice low, her body trembling "Because he was misguided, because he believed in a prophecy that was wrong – All these years I wondered why he hated me… but now that I found it, now that he knows that he was wrong and that he hated me for no reason –"
She took in a sharp breath. "He's gone."
"I –"
"Shut up."
The sheer venom with which she uttered those words gave Freed Selzen pause, feeling whatever little strength he had left fade him as his blurry vision could only partially make out the completely infuriated eyes that Murayama held.
"I – I don't understand –"
"You killed my father. What did you think would happen? That I'd be happy? That I'd drape myself all over you and cry? What?"
Freed growled, "I just saved your life you ungrateful bitch! The least you could do is thank me!"
"Oh yes, thank you for killing the last family member I had. Thank you for leaving me in a world with no one I care about, and nothing left to live for. Thank you so, very much."
Freed tried to muster enough strength to say something, but instead he found his lungs filled with blood, and he realized that his vision was fading, fading, and fading –
"F-fuck, you Murayama. To t-think that I a-actually cared about an utter bitch like you –"
"You're a psychopath and an unrepentant serial killer Freed. Did you really think, for one second, that I'd fall in love with you?"
Relative silence echoed between the two.
"You actually did."
She glanced over him, her eyes easily frosty.
"You said it yourself didn't you? Who would ever fall in love with someone like you?"
With those words, she turned around, and walked away, her slow, resounding footsteps being the only sounds that echoed through to the rogue exorcist, as his lips managed to twitch into a slow, melancholic smile.
'Heh… I guess I should have seen this coming. Fuck… too much blood on my hands… for any god to grant me… a happy end.'
The eyelids of the exorcist fell, slowly, as thousands of images flashed across his vision, a vast number of them bloody, cruel and viscous, with him having taking the lives of hundreds, and with even hundreds more having suffered through his works.
'What… a fucked life.'
Thus, Freed Selzen, serial killer, arsonist, genius exorcist at thirteen, prodigious student of Reiji Busujima, coffee enthusiast, and one-sided lover of teenage girl Murayama Busujima, breathed his last.
~~~~~~~~~~ Dragon of Dragons – Game of the Year Edition ~~~~~~
Satan's Theater
A Godslayer.
Sona accounted the required number of feats one needed to accomplish in order to be addressed with that title. One. Just one feat, and that feat was the act of slaying a god.
Of course, it meant that the enemy approaching her was one which was capable of slaying gods, and of course, sheer logic dictacted that for him to be capable of slaying gods, he had to be as strong as a god to begin with.
So, she had gone from fighting Cadre Class Fallen Angels to fighting God-level opponents.
How quaint.
"Scatter."
The group of three devils and one Dhampire leaped in different directions as the man's blade descended upon the spot where they stood, the Blade of Olympus no doubt, possessing all of his godly might and power within it.
Of course, this tidbit of information meant that Kratos was mortal, or perhaps, semi-mortal, which meant that he could be killed, and the fact that he could be killed meant that they at least possessed a chance against him, slim however as that chance may be. The major issue was actually attacking him, on a scale of E to S, Kratos was S-Class on every field that mattered, speed, strength, stamina, combat ability, reflexes – all of it was extremely, extremely high-classed, and Sona was not stupid enough to actually attempt to fight him in close combat.
Something that it seemed Gasper was attempting to do – either the Dhampire was that positively confident in his abilities, or having the power to stop time had made the young boy rush through all his battles without so much as a strategy in mind.
She did not question it, every second Kratos spent attacking the nimble Dhampire was one that she could use to formulate a plan to take down the godslayer.
"Rias, Tsubasa – Provide long range support. Rias, try to flank him with your power of destruction, Tsubasa, what exactly can those guns fire other than bullets?"
The orders came fast and swift, and Rias nodded as she began pelting the godslayer with baseball sized spheres of the power of destruction, whereas the blue haired girl blinked at the instructions.
"The pistols can fire incendiary rounds and also special rounds such as holy bullets and flaming bullets. It also has different elemental spectrums, so I can shoot all elements out of it."
Sona digested the information with the speed of a starving glutton, her eyes tracing down to where Kratos was actually putting the pressure on the Dhampire.
She stared at their location, they were moving further and further away from the main auditorium and were currently in a large, open hallway. There were numerous doors and also giant holes led out of the hallway, and instantly, the gears began turning inside her head.
"Tsubasa, Rias… I have a plan."
Their discussion had gone on swiftly enough, giving just enough time for the Dhampire to be sent careening towards them, crashing into the ground and letting out several harsh coughs.
"Bad news hebi-hime… he's a really tough cookie… being a demi-god, my power to stop time is affecting him less and less. I hope you have a good plan?"
Slowly, Sona nodded.
She took in a deep breath, and then she lunged at him. A long spear of water appeared in her left hand, and a shield of water in her right as she charged on the godslayer in close combat.
"Is this a joke woman? Do you believe yourself capable of defeating me in single combat?"
Sona didn't err. "You are a warrior of Sparta are you not? What worthier opponent could I have to test my mettle?"
The God of War let out a laugh. "Ha! What is your name woman, I shall remember the one female warrior who was brave enough to die in battle against me."
Sona ignored the slight, instead, swinging her spear around and pointing it at him. "Sona Sitri."
"Then, warrior Sona, feel honored to die by my blade!"
If Sona was swearing person, she would have sworn enough to make anyone who knew her blush, as the first strike of Kratos' blade slammed against her hardened water shield and almost destroyed it, and somehow, she felt the impact through her hand and down her arm, threatening to make it numb from the first impact alone.
The second strike she fought off much better, utilizing the strike's momentum against itself in other to bleed off the energy. She made three fast jabs with the spear, all of which Kratos dodged by swaying to the side as though he was a boxer, and Sona turned the water spear into a broadsword, raising it high as she intended to use it to cleave the man in two.
He blocked the attack effortlessly, intent on using her own momentum against her as the glowing blade of the Sword of Olympus was thrust out directly in her face.
Sona could only thank whatever deity that looked after devils for her own innate flexibility which enabled her to dodge the attack at the last second, but not before the sword had struck her nose, slicing her glasses effortlessly, and making Kratos draw first blood in the fight.
The spectacles came apart in two different directions, falling haphazardly to the ground, and Sona let out a slow, annoyed growl.
She lunged at him, morphing her sword into a Morningstar –
Only for her eyes to bulge out of his head as a kick connected with her ribcage, the sudden force sending out all the air stored in her lungs and she felt the pain of her ribs breaking and puncturing through her lungs.
She was sent soaring back as a supersonic, humanoid tumbleweed, rolling head over heels across the hallway until she felt her back crash against a wall, sending waves of pain across her entire body and imprinting her deep within.
'That one… hurt.'
"SONA!"
The Sitri heir coughed, blood easily following as every single breath she took sent fire down her lungs. Her hazy vision could only but briefly make out the form of Rias and Tsubasa launching suppressive fire at the godslayer, and she let herself give a small tsk in annoyance, as she should have realized that they would abandon the plan the second she looked severely injured. She only hoped they had completed the preparations.
Channeling magic into her hand, she placed a hand on her chest and froze a portion of it, barely possessing the required skill in freezing magic unlike her sister, but it was enough to numb the pain and clear her mind.
'Now, I need to fully utilize this thing.'
She had been running on the choker's power, but she hadn't been fully pumping all of it through her body for fear of going overboard with it once more, but there was no longer any time for such hesitation, as she pushed the button on the lewd looking object, and felt several waves of pleasure wash through her.
Ping!
Maximum Boost Potential reached!
Synchronizing battle styles…
Synchronizing…
Sona's eyes nearly popped out of her sockets when she noticed the floating notification in front of her, and on any other day, she might have believed herself to be hallucinating, but she knew for a fact that Issei had mentioned aspects of his Gamer abilities to her.
Synchronization Complete!
Sona blinked as her mind was instantly filled up with how to use a scythe to fight, even though she had never for one day trained with how to use it, nor was she fluent with it in any manner or form, but nonetheless, it felt as though it was secondary nature to her when she formed the scythe of water.
Then all at once, she felt giddy as the familiar lull of breaking the sound barrier hit her.
The scythe was in her hands, spinning faster than ever, she appeared in front of Kratos, the scythe coming down with the full intent of cleaving the being in two. The man's experience and instincts did not belay his surprise at the impromptu attack, and he brought forth his own blades, having switching to the Blades of Athena to match her, and both weapons clashed.
The resulting shockwave shattered the ground on which they both stood, forcing the earth to implode on itself, and sending debris, granite and limestone flying off into the air.
Strike after strike echoed, the two figures having become invisible to the casual observer, the entire hallway becoming a ricochet of supersonic booms and exploding earth, as the two combatants could no longer be distinguished.
Sona aimed consecutively at Kratos' head, and likewise, the god-like being had all his attacks aimed at vital spots, and it became a battle of attrition, with every strike being blocked, every attack being countered, every parry being equal – one slip up, would be all it would take for the fight to end.
Or at least, that was what Sona believed, right up until Kratos' feet were suddenly enamored with weird shoes that the Sitri heir had never seen before.
Then, a pair of wings sprouted from the being's back.
'Boots of Hermes and Wings of Icarus?'
Finally, his swords vanished and were replaced with a pair of lion-like gauntlets.
The sudden increase in speed was far faster than what even Sona could handle, and she once more found himself on the receiving end of a brutal smack down, as the gauntleted fist of Kratos connected directly with her face, the sound of cartilage and bone breaking echoed as Sona was sent flying to the ground.
She crashed into the ground, making a medium sized crater, before she turned around and wheezed, feeling all the strength in her body leave her.
"Tell me, woman, why do you fight? For what reason do you go against me, and face certain death?"
Sona looked up to the man, who had been silent for the longest of whiles, seeing as how he preferred actions over words, and the Sitri heir realized just what kind of monsters existed in the world.
"For my friends - to keep them safe, to protect them."
The man regarded her with an odd expression, and then he shook his head.
"You have my respect, Sona Sitri – but in the end, you are too weak to protect anyone."
She wheezed. "On my own… yes… but together... we protect each other. NOW!"
As she gave the signal, Tsubasa had fired off numerous bullets into the ground around them in a hexagonal pattern, and Rias had clasped her hands together to charge magical energy inside it, leaving Sona and Kratos alone inside a large, fifteen foot barrier.
He seemed amused. "Do you believe trapping yourself with me can guarantee you victory?"
"No, but I believe I will win when you run out of oxygen."
He spun on her.
"What?"
Utilizing the remaining dredges of her saved magical power, the barrier was filled with water in nanoseconds, one instance there was nothing, the rest, Kratos was holding his breath as he instantly turned, rushing to the end of the barrier to try and cut it down.
'I do not think so!'
The water was made from her own magical energy, and as such, she had no problem summoning numerous sharks of water to pin Kratos down, clamping on to his legs and to his arms, and dragging him to he ground, as he struggled to fight off the semi-incorporeal objects.
Sona dragged herself onto the man, feeling lighter in the water than he did, watching as he trashed around in some futile attempts to escape. She tangled her legs around his neck, forcing as much pressure as she could onto it, and watching as the man tried to force her off, but instead all he could do was let out gargled screams as bubbles kept emitting from his mouth.
Sona on the other hand, remained utterly calm as she meticulously used her legs to choke the man, whilst he was already slowly lacking oxygen and succumbing to unconsciousness. She watched, eyes cold and apathetic, that even as the man had stopped struggling and remained utterly still, she kept on choking him, just in case he was faking it, and she continued choking him for an entirety of fifteen long minutes.
Then, just to be doubly sure, she grabbed his own Blade of Olympus, and pressed it against his neck, watching as the man's head was severed from his body, and the water began turning red.
Satisfied, she banged at the barrier, and watched as it came apart, the torrent of water instantly flooding the room.
She did not need to pant, or to breathe, nor did she even drown, and for once, she was extremely glad that Issei was a pervert.
The Serpentine Sucker enabled her to hold her breath for as long as three hours. It may have been made with very kinky sex in mind, but it was only that ridiculous feature that had enabled her to eventually kill Kratos.
'After this, find Hyoudou-kun and have mind-blowing sex with him. Or kill him for the whole invasion fiasco. Or both.'
That was the last thing on Sona's mind before she eventually slipped into blissful unconsciousness.
I can proudly say that I am the only person in fan fiction history that has written a story where Kratos is killed by Sona Sitri. Or where Kratos is killed by woman in general. Boo Yah.
Next Chapter is the aftermath... and you'll find out what everyone else has been/was doing.
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