Midnight Sun

Chapter 12

Indra

Resistance will usher hope.

But...

Resistance will not change fate.

The night was dark and cold in Europe.

Snow fell gently from the sky as it coated the ground to turn it into a soft white pillow.

The ground cracked as a single pair of feet rushed through the cold wetness. Her boots glistened with wetness as her feet crushed the snow, attempting to reach her superior as soon as possible before the situation worsened.

"Captain!"

The middle-aged black-haired male turned to look at the approaching woman. She was wearing the classic exorcist robes, but she was far from a normal exorcist. She was a middle-class exorcist, on the verge of becoming high-class.

His name was Vryn Canmore. He was an exorcist of the Church, a high-tier exorcist that was responsible for leading his very own team, meant to serve the very will of God.

"What is it?"

The female exorcist seemed nervous. "We found the nest...but we didn't find any Stray. It was empty, yet it was full of remains that Strays leave behind."

Vryn blinked. He rubbed his chin that had grown a small stubble. "That's odd...Strays usually never leave their nest. Especially a colony that radiated this much demonic power. It wasn't very strong, but the sheer size of it was enough to alarm the Church..."

He pursed his lips, and mentally debated. His mind sorted through many situations that he had faced before, but none of them matched with the current situation. He had never heard of Strays moving out of their own home before. They would usually eat their prey and then remain there for their next meal that would come to them voluntarily to avenge their fallen comrades.

But...nobody had attacked the nest. Which meant there was no reason to suddenly move.

"Captain?"

"Sorry. I was just thinking on what to do."

Vryn lowered his hand as he walked to her, since she had stood a good feet away from him.

"We'll continue the operation was planned. We'll stick together though rather than split up. It's safer if we are all together."

Vryn gave the woman a small smile. "Don't worry, these Stray Devils will be gone in no time, and we can all go home and have a drink. We've dealt with worse before."

She smiled back and nodded. "Yeah...but, something seems really wrong. I personally suggest we retreat and regroup with another team, like Team Gabriel or Michael. We can really use the help of Dulio or Griselda. Heck, we can even use Ethan and Indra's help despite their lack of uniqueness. Those two are crafty and would be able to help us out in these unusual Stray Nests."

Vryn shook his head. "Sadly, we don't have the luxury of being around such legendary figures. [Stormbringer] Dulio and Griselda are simply too out of our world to help us on something too trivial. And the "Dynamic Duo" are probably off doing their own thing."

He reassured her as he patted her shoulder. "If two young exorcists can pull off more extreme and dangerous missions than what we currently have, a B-rank mission, then we should be ashamed of our selves. Team Gabriel has dealt with S-rank missions with far less than what we have. Heck, Ethan and Indra themselves with only the two of team managed to take down a SS-rank demon."

She attempted to smile at Vryn's own attempt to reassure her.

"Yes...you are right. We have more experience than both of Ethan and Indra. We've had years, they've only had months."

The older male nodded. "Exactly. Experience outranks everything."

They walked forward, heading back to the direction that the female came from. "Now, let's rendezvous with the rest of the team and take down these Strays."

The night was dark and cold in Europe.

Snow fell gently from the sky as it coated the ground to turn it into a soft white pillow.

The ground cracked as two pairs of feet crushed the snow. The upper of their sneakers became slightly damp as the wetness of the snow sapped through the material unfit for winter.

"I'll never become used to this weather."

The first of the pair was a young female blonde with sky blue eyes sighed. She looked up at the beautiful night sky, the stars shining brightly above her and the person she was walking with.

Unlike the young blonde who held nothing in her hands, the person that was walking beside her held a couple bags of what seemed to be groceries inside. Bags of vegetables and meat were inside, as well as a variety of fruits.

"At least you don't have to walk in the snow while carrying this stuff." The person walking beside her sighed. He was also a blonde with grey eyes and a mole underneath his eye. His arms seemed to be straining underneath the weight of carrying the rather heavy groceries.

"Well, I can't get my arms tired, can I?"

She smiled at him as she flexed the arms hidden underneath her white cloak. While the male wasn't able to see her arms since it was underneath the rather loose and large exorcist cloak she donned, he knew that she was actually flexing her arm.

"How is it possible for you to feel tired?" The male sighed.

"Same way its possible for you to somehow feel exhaustion from carrying those bags." The girl smiled as she stopped, patting his arm. She smirked slyly as she lightly stroked his biceps, tracing the form of his arm.

"What are you doing?" He narrowed his grey eyes at her as she took a step back.

"Nothing!" She giggled as she skipped ahead.

He sighed as he followed her reluctantly. They did live in the same house after all, there was no way he would be able to avoid her unless he decided to just leave the house he lived in.

They walked quietly together as she slowed down so she can walk beside him.

"Jeanne, aren't you from Europe? What did you mean by not getting used to this weather?" The male cocked his head to the side as he started another conversation with her.

"Ah...about that." The newly named Jeanne scratched her cheek in embarrassment. "I just don't like snow. I can take rain and super humid days, but I can never seem to deal with snowy days. I just dislike snow."

"Well, at least you are with me right now." The boy smiled down at her.

"H-huh?!" Jeanne's face was red as she turned her head so fast she almost got whiplash.

"It would be lonely walking along this road myself. I'm glad I at least have someone I can talk to while carrying out what Xenovia should've done." He sighed. "How does Xenovia forget to buy ingredients if she is the one who eats the most out of everyone in the household?"

Jeanne's face was still a bright red. "W-well, Xenovia has been training harder ever since her mission at Japan. It's expected something as trivial as buying food would slip her mind if she was training with Durandal: Peerless Sword, which must be exhausting to wield. I take it you've heard about it?" She paused. "The mission to Japan I mean, not the sword." She chuckled slightly at the thought of the boy she was walking alongside not knowing what Durandal was.

The boy hid the hurt inside of his eyes as a guilty feeling rang in his chest. He remembered the nightmare he had suffered under the control of Freed Sellzen's Excalibur: Nightmare. He quickly looked away from her, but it wasn't as if she would notice the guilt eating at him. She was too busy trying to control her blush upon such surprising words from him.

"Yeah. I heard about it. Apparently Gabriel-sama and Satan worked together to fight off Kokabiel."

"I know!" She turned around, with her fists pumped up. "Can you believe such a forbidden alliance was formed by them? To think an Angel and a Devil worked together to fight off a Fallen Angel, when the Devil was the enemy of both the Angel and the Fallen. I wonder what could have happened for Gabriel to side with the King of Devils?"

The boy shrugged as he struggled to block out the memories of the faithful fight. He didn't want to remember the events of that day. Whenever he did he would remember what he had seen within his nightmare.

"I don't know." He attempted to play off the question. "Maybe they have a common goal?"

He chuckled nervously as within his mind, he told himself it was a pure and simple truth. He wasn't lying when he said that maybe Gabriel and Satan had a common goal.

"That's ridiculous." Of course, Jeanne disputed that. After all, she was an exorcist who wasn't on the mission to Japan, dubbed the "Excalibur Theft" incident by the Church. Even he would have trouble believing his own words if he wasn't there himself. "How can a pure Seraph like Gabriel-sama share the same goal as a monster?"

The boy shrugged once again. "I don't know. But I can't find any other reason for them becoming allies."

Jeanne huffed. "You always say the weirdest things Indra."

The finally named Indra shrugged. "You can choose whether to believe me or not. I will believe in whatever I say myself."

Jeanne's blue eyes looked at him in concern. "Are you sure you are okay? You sound...different, almost as if you are completely certain with your outlandish presumptions about the Excalibur Theft. You weren't even an exorcist until months ago, where you quickly rose through the exorcist ranks into Griselda's team."

It sounded as if Jeanne wanted to confirm Indra's story herself, so similar to the way the Devil himself seemed to be confirming his own story with himself talking to Grayfia.

Indra sighed as he confirmed Jeanne's story of him. "Yes...I was only an exorcist recently."

She gave a radiant smile at him. "Wow! I actually managed to get it right!"

She skipped ahead.

Indra sighed as he attempted to palm his face, only to realize he still held onto the multiple bags of groceries. He cursed as he proceeded to chase after Jeanne to make sure she didn't get too far ahead of him.

He meant it when he said it would be lonely walking himself in the snow.

"We're back!"

"We?"

The blue haired girl with green bangs came out of the living room into the little hallway at the entrance where guests and the ones living in the home would leave their shoes. Her amber eyes blinked upon seeing the pair struggling to take off their shoes.

"Oh! Jeanne, I didn't know you'll be coming with Indra."

"We kind of ran into each other." Indra picked up the bags he put back down to take off his shoes. "Because you know, someone forgot to buy the food needed for dinner. Especially when that certain someone eats more than everyone in the household combined."

The girl flushed as she narrowed her eyes at Indra. "I admit, it was my mistake for forgetting something so 'simple'. But..." She looked at him in triumph as she purposely paused so Indra could raise his eyebrow at the next thing she was going to say. "At least I did not forget to put the bokken back correctly in the dojo. That is something much more simple."

"Actually, if I remember correctly, I won our duel. And the rules are the loser puts away all equipment."

The girl flushed even darker as she began to sputter and attempt to think of something to say. She had indeed lost their match, but she had told Griselda that she had won simply because she didn't want to put away everything. Everyone had practiced together that day, hence even more to put away than usual.

She paled as Indra walked past her and whispered. "Nice try Xenovia."

"Is that right Xenovia?"

The now named Xenovia turned sheet white as she stiffened, Jeanne walking past her giggling as they stepped around the young woman channeling killing intent towards the now lone young exorcist.

"H-hai Griselda-sama." Xenovia weakly said as she spoke in Japanese instead of English to her caretaker.

Indra chuckled as Jeanne joined his side once again as he stopped by the fridge. Jeanne leaned against the counter, her cloak still covering her entire body. "So...about you-"

They heard a loud crash as something broke within Griselda's chase of Xenovia.

Jeanne put her fingers together as she pursed her lips to think of something to say, before shaking her head. "-Ah, nevermind."

Indra shrugged as he neatly, but quickly put the vegetables and meat away into their respective spots of the fridge, with the meat being placed in the freezer atop of the fridge. They didn't have enough time to go get fresh meat almost everyday. They would only be able to go once every couple of weeks due to all of their busy schedules.

"L-leave out the potatoes and carrots."

Indra rose an eyebrow at Jeanne. "Curry today?"

Her face was still flushed at the question she was about to ask him and she continued to stutter as she continued to talk to the one she had a slight interest in despite all of his coldness. "Y-yes."

She turned away from him as she attempted to gather herself. She cursed, for some reason no matter what she tried, she was always unable to hold a normal conversation with him. She didn't know if it was because of her and her awkwardness, or because of him and his silence whenever the conversation wasn't anything serious.

He dropped them at the counter. "Here."

She nodded. "Can you help me though?"

He raise one of his eyebrows.

"To cook the rice, so I can work on the meal prep right away instead of wasting time on cooking the rice." It was both a lie and a truth. She just wanted to be around him, his cold presence giving her comfort, and it was truth because she was actually pretty hungry. She couldn't want an extra five minutes, which is the time it would've taken her to wash the rice and put it in the pot after it was boiling.

He nodded as he took out a metal bowl to put the rice in to wash. Jeanne took out the cutting board and the knife, and began cutting the potatoes and carrots. She blinked as she realized that she was missing something, however she waited for Indra to finish washing the rice first.

"Indra, can you take out the onions? I forgot about them."

He gave a grunt as he set down the bowl.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he straightened back up after leaning down to obtain the forgotten vegetable.

"I'll be leaving now there is something I have to do."

Jeanne nodded. "Thank you for your help."

She turned to watch his back as he retreated further into the house, where all of their bedrooms were located. In the background she heard yet another loud crash from who she assumed was Xenovia and Griselda who were still playing a game of cat and mouse.

She gave a small smile, glad she was assigned onto this specific exorcist team.

"You're back."

Indra spotted the dark brown haired male with dark brown eyes. His name was Ethan Kichirou Sakamoto, and he joined the exorcists around the same time that he himself had joined the exorcists, only a few days after.

He had quickly risen in the ranks of the exorcists, extremely similar to himself, once again. Both Ethan and Indra had went from first-year exorcists, to apart of one of the strongest exorcist teams within a few months, which held greatly admired members of the exorcist force, such as Griselda Quarta, the strongest female exorcist, and Xenovia Quarta, the adopted daughter of Griselda who was a natural wielder of Durandal: Peerless Sword.

"What did you expect to happen? For me to run away?" Indra scoffed. "Big chance of that happening."

Ethan chuckled. "Yeah you told me. You are here in Europe to save someone." He rose one of his eyebrows. "But you never told me who or where."

"That isn't important. What is important is why you are in my room."

Indeed, the brown-haired male that looked around his early twenties was waiting inside of Indra's room, almost as if he wasn't concerned about being "caught" doing something suspicious.

Ethan shrugged. "I was simply waiting." His brown eyes turned sharp.

Indra was never able to get over how Ethan's eyes were basically like a sword. Sometimes it was sheathed, hiding all of his emotions, other times, it was drawn, able to pierce your thoughts and emotions.

"We have to head out soon. There is another Stray Devil colony."

Indra rose an eyebrow. "Another one? Where do you think all of these Strays are coming from?"

Ethan shrugged. "I don't know. But this one is unusually strong. According to the reports, they were able to drive back even mid-tier exorcists. The entire exorcist team sent to eradicate them never returned. It was a small group of exorcist, but they were all on the verge of becoming high-tier exorcists, just a few steps away. Captain Vryn and his team to be specific."

Indra cursed. He had only seen Captain Vryn a few times during his short time as an exorcist, but the man was strong. According to the exorcist databases, he had been with the same team for the past couple of years, with him being the only high-class exorcist, and they had not failed a single mission. All of his members were capable of each defeating a mid-class Devil on their own due to the way they specifically trained.

Just like how his current team had their own individual training different from all other teams, such as Team Michael, led by the wielder of Zenith Tempest.

His team was led by Griselda Quarta, the strongest female exorcist, who was complimented by fellow strong and formidable exorcists.

"Not even a single trance of Captain Vryn?"

"None. The only reason why we knew that they were all killed was because the colony moved locations. We investigated their former nest, and we were only able to find the bodies of his team."

"You personally were apart of this investigation?"

Ethan nodded. "Yes, so this isn't just some bullshit made up by the Church like half of the missions. This is real. There really is a colony, and they did just wipe out one of the better teams out there besides us and Team Michael, and a few more."

Indra sighed. He finally sat down on his bed, facing Ethan who sat at his desk chair.

Something was wrong with Ethan's report. He had said that he was apart of the investigation, and yet, earlier he had said according to the report, rather than from his own eyes.

Indra pushed it away from his mind. Ethan was a professional. He was just as quick as him to rise in the ranks. There was no reason for him to hide anything on a crucial mission that was able to even overcome the Vryn Canmore.

The young blonde male put his head into his hands. He let out a sigh. There were so many missions during these past few months, that he wasn't able to do what he truly wanted to do in Europe. It was almost as if something was preventing him from proceeding with his original intentions, keeping him away from something that would change him.

But that was wrong. Meeting her again wouldn't change him.

Indra gave out another sigh. "When will we have to leave? And who is coming taking on the mission."

"Only us."

Indra blinked. "Wait, that's it? Only us five?"

Ethan nodded grimly. "They say they would have paired us with Team Michael, but they themselves are currently on a mission. The power of [The Stormbringer] Dulio Gesualdo would've been invaluable on this mission. The power of Irina Shidou would've also been irreplaceable, but she's been missing ever since the Excalibur Theft mission. Griselda said that she was captured by Kokabiel, but even after Kokabiel mysteriously disappeared, Irina was no where to be found either. Nobody has been able to find her. The power of her Longinus would have easily allowed us to defeat these Strays."

Indra fought to keep himself from showing anything after Ethan mentioned Irina. He knew where she was, and he could easily retrieve her. The problem was she didn't want to go back to the Church.

He didn't blame her. He would've want to go back either if he found his meaning to life. She was back in Kuoh, spending time with the person she had grown strong for. She was having the time of her life, being with her love.

He didn't have that privilege. Nobody else did. She and Issei were lucky. He was still searching on what little free time he had for the location of his own meaning of life.

"All we have is Griselda, Xenovia, Jeanne, you...and myself." Indra sighed, doubt seeping into his voice. "Xenovia doesn't have full control of Durandal just yet, and Griselda is still injured from our last mission. Neither you or I have remarkable weapons that can change the ride of battle, and Jeanne's Blade Blacksmith doesn't even have Balance Breaker yet. How can they expect us to take it down? Do they not know our own situation?"

Ethan stood and patted Indra on his shoulder. "Remember Indra. We made it through worse times before. Remember back when Jeanne didn't even have her Sacred Gear activated? And when both Xenovia and Griselda were injured badly?"

The blonde sighed. Ethan was right. They had made it through worse times before.

But the difference was, the difficulty of their task. Back then it was only a single Stray that was relatively weak, not even able to defeat any low-class Devil. This time, they were faced with a beast that was capable of defeating an entire squad of well-trained and coordinated exorcists. And not just a single beast, multiple. An entire nest of Strays that knew how to move out of their nest when they were attacked, leaving no room for reconnaissance.

"Yeah. You're right." Indra nodded in agreement. "It's just...Captain Vryn was such a strong exorcist. For him to be taken down so easily is just...madness. Maybe I'm getting worried for nothing."

Ethan chuckled. "It sounded like it. Look. We may be short on powerful members, but each of us are capable on our own. Just because this squad no longer has Irina doesn't mean we can't do it without her Longinus. That's how its been for the past six months."

Indra rose his eyebrow. "You sound as if you've been been on the battlefield with her before."

Ethan froze. He turned impossibly still as his eyes seemed to darken.

Indra blinked, but when he did, Ethan was back to normal.

"I haven't." He was stiff, showing signs of uncertainty and nervousness. "I just...heard rumors of her strength and how she used to apart of Griselda's team."

Indra continued to look at Ethan in concern and confusion. Something wasn't right with his fellow comrade.

They both snapped out of the moment when they heard a knock on the door.

"Indra? Dinner is ready."

Had it really been that long? Usually it takes at least an hour to get all the food ready. Have him and Ethan really been talking that long? It certainly didn't feel like an hour, but maybe it's because he couldn't believe the report he had just been told.

Or maybe Jeanne just needed help with setting the table early?

"We'll be right out."

Ethan shot Indra a look of horror as Indra mentioned "we", meaning there was someone in the room beside himself.

"A-ah!" Jeanne's flustered voice carried through the door. "I-I'll be in the kitchen then. You can f-finish up with Ethan."

"There is nothing going on!" Ethan stood as he pointed at the door, almost as if he were wishing Jeanne couldn't see his face of anger. "I am a perfectly straight male! Stop your delusions blonde!"

They heard the hurried footsteps retreat from the door.

"Great. Now you painted it even worse. You just had to say 'we'."

"I don't see how that's a big deal." Indra narrowed his eyes at his fellow male.

Ethan sighed. "Man you really are clueless about this type of stuff. Come, let's eat. And...forget what just happened."

Indra sat alone on the highest floor of their home. He stared up at the stars that shined brightly over them.

He blinked slowly, his grey eyes full of exhaustion, yet determination. He was tired of waiting. He wanted to meet her again. He wanted to find the person he had left behind unknowingly, but would've sacrificed everything for her to be in his current place.

He would have died for her if he had known that she was still alive. But he didn't. He had abandoned her.

Just like his nightmares had stated. He could've saved her all those years ago if he had just been stronger, less scared.

"Indra?"

He broke out of his thoughts at the sound of Jeanne's voice.

His grey eyes looked at her as his head tilted slightly. Jeanne was slightly more clingy than he would have liked. She always stayed around him and attempted to be the best person for him.

He just wanted...silence. He wanted to be by himself right now.

Despite this, he felt something wish for a companion inside of his heart. He wanted to feel wanted, and a part of him was yearning for the connection he had been lacking ever since he made it out of that place alive.

"Hey." He made a smile, his effort waning as he was steadily getting more and more tired. With every passing day, his energy was slowly going lower.

"Why are you still up?" She took in his position on the railing of the rooftop, casually looking over the dark outlines of the trees of the forest surrounding their home, no concern of unfortunately falling off such a height. It wasn't as if he would be able to save himself from such a height, but Jeanne didn't know about that certain part of him.

Indra offered a sad smile and an exhausted shrug. He didn't wish to disclose his reasoning with her. He didn't trust her enough to tell her about his past. Hell, he didn't even trust Ethan, and he's spent the most time with Ethan in the entire team.

"Just thinking about some new information on our next mission." He decided to give her part of the reason why he was still up. He really was thinking about the Stray nest they were being sent to eliminate.

"New mission?" Jeanne cocked her head. "We have a new one already? But Xenovia isn't ready with Durandal, and Griselda isn't well yet."

Indra nodded. "That is the exact thing I noted to Ethan, but the Church doesn't care. We are the only team besides Team Michael that can take on this mission, but Dulio is currently busy."

Jeanne frowned. "Indra..." She paused as she looked out at the surrounding forest.

Indra blinked, feeling even more uncomfortable than before. Her pause made it obvious that she was going to ask a serious question that she was afraid of asking. The most obvious reason was because she assumed he was going to judge her.

He was judging her for her lack of confidence in asking him the question.

"Why did you join the Church?"

Indra blinked in confusion at the odd question. His head turned so his grey eyes could lock onto her sky blue. His apparent confusion must have shown on his face as she proceeded to stutter and explain her meaning.

"I-I mean, I've never once seen you praise God. You don't follow the same exorcist codes as the rest of the exorcists in the Vatican. Heck, I've never even seen you pick up and read a Bible. You seem to have this determination to attain something you can see, but it isn't with the Church. Any of us in this team can see that. You are doing something for your own selfish reasons."

Her voice broke. "I've spent six months with you Indra. And yet, I still don't know why you joined the Church if you don't even see yourself as an exorcist. I don't want you to die because you don't follow God's teachings. Even the higher ups know you aren't doing this for the good of God. I've seen the way they look at you when you give your reports. They judge you. They even call you-"

"I do it for someone close to me." Indra interrupted her rant. "I didn't join the Church for my selfish reason. I joined the exorcists...I joined Team Gabriel simply so that I can save someone."

He narrowed his eyes at her, and she took a step back, suddenly afraid of him.

"Is saving someone close in your heart so horrible? Am I selfless for wanting to save someone? Or am I selfish for using the Church to gain information to her whereabouts to save her?"

Jeanne seemed shaken at his aggressive words and tone full of spite and distaste.

He didn't hate her for asking the question and reminding him of his worthlessness. He hated himself for his inability to save her all those years ago. If only he had been stronger he could have saved her and he wouldn't have to suffer in this hell he found himself stuck in.

He felt a pang of guilt inside of his heart at her look. She feared him, and she should be afraid of him. Even he didn't know how much longer he can take with the guilt eating his heart. He had been carrying this burden for months.

He felt a second pull at his heart, but he knew what this one was. It was something of his that had been begging to be let out. It was just as he had said with his cryptic words those months ago. His sword that had manifested in the battle was his hope, yet also his despair. It carried his emotions, it would bring him victory at the cost of bitterness.

"I...I'll be going back in." She turned away from him, and her voice cracked. Indra looked away from her as she quickly stepped away. "Have a good night Indra."

He heard the door close. Only after a few seconds pass did he finally mutter, "Good night Jeanne."

He sighed, his shoulders sagging as he looked up at the moon above him. His grey eyes shone with a bit of regret at his words towards his fellow blonde, before it sharpened like a blade.

"Excalibur: Morgan."

He felt the blade vibrate at the call of its name. It responded to him, almost eager to be recognized by its wielder. He let out a small smile, something he hadn't done often, and muttered.

"Calm down...I am just checking to see if you are still here."

It's ecstatic vibration slowed, but it still shook with anticipation.

"I can sense I need you soon." Indra clenched the invisible hilt, unable to summon it forth otherwise its immense pressure would immediately alert Griselda. He didn't wish to explain to the rest of the team about why he held such a powerful sinful weapon.

He owed Griselda for allowing him to join her team. She knew of his reasons, and she knew of his true nature, and yet she still willingly accepted his request to join after he had flown to Europe with them.

He would ask for permission after this mission to take a temporary leave to find more information. He had a vague idea on where the Holy Sword Project had taken place, but he would have to look dozens of miles. He didn't have time for that.

He would find the specific location and free her from her prison.

"Tosca...I'm coming."

End Arc 2 Prologue

Begin Arc 2: GodSlayer

A path that leads to despair, yet full of hope.

To become something mortals cannot hope to fathom.

The slayer of an ancient God.

Arc 2 Chapter One is finished! Short chapter, but that's because it's just an intro, not an actual chapter.

Hope you guys are all excited as me for the next Arc. My updates will most likely be even more delayed and inconsistent, but I'll be trying my best to put out chapters.

In case you guys are confused, this Arc is not focusing on Issei/Satan, Irina, and Gabriel. Rather, this Arc is focusing on Indra, or Yuuto Kiba, as well as Team Gabriel, which consists of Griselda, Xenovia, Ethan, Jeanne, and Indra.

There will be small snippets of the old Arc 1 cast in this Arc, but it will be mainly focusing on the exorcists. There will however, be one Arc 1 character coming back in the middle of this Arc, along with another OC. Any guesses?

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed reading, and hope you guys review. I welcome constructive criticism. That doesn't mean I will listen to everything you guys criticize about, but I will read and take account of your concerns/flaws of this story. I will try to patch up plot holes as the story goes on, but I'm due to make some errors.

That's all for now. Until the next chapter.

-Houvdon

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