Chapter 2

AN: Here's chapter two of the original fic, not much has changed other than a few corrections so I will leave the AN here. Enjoy!

Unknown location, Japan

Two days after meeting Rias

"You know," said Harry in a deadpan tone as he stepped over his recently deceased enemy's corpse. "Most women would ask their respective other to take them somewhere romantic or something like that. Somewhere where they can be alone together. I think you're the only one who'd ask me to take them to a tomb where I'd have to fight for my life, kill dozens of enemies out for my head all to retrieve a few fancy weapons."

In the corner, the astral form of Death smirked from where she sat on a nearby boulder, looking like sin incarnate in a black dress and black fishnet stockings. "Given who I am, what else did you expect? Plus, these are no ordinary weapons. Especially two specific items in this cache."

The place where Death had told him to go had turned out be a tomb of some great vampire hunter named Belmont or whatever. Harry didn't know or care what made him so famous. What he DID care about was that the tomb had been full of Youkai and Devils trying to find something hidden in it. Whatever it was was obviously what Death wanted him to retrieve so he had had little choice but to kill them to prevent competition.

Death had rarely, if ever, given him tasks or commands so when she insisted all of them had to be killed just in case they'd grabbed something, he had been curious but obedient. Whatever it was had her nervous and whatever made Death nervous, terrified Harry. He might be confident but he wasn't crazy. He wanted no part in facing anything that made Death itself nervous.

Harry looked around the empty tomb with a cocked eyebrow. "No offense, but where's this large treasure cache you're talking about? Cause I dunno about you, but I don't consider rocks to be treasures."

Death rolled her eyes and pointed to the white coffin in the middle of the room. "Look underneath the coffin, genius."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to the coffin. He grabbed the sides and huffed as he used his monstrous strength to push the coffin aside as if it weighed no more than a few pounds. Harry looked down incredulously at the staircase revealed beneath the coffin. "Seriously? No one thought to look under the coffin? That's like, the first place any decent role-playing game player would look."

Death just rolled her eyes at her avatar's words. "I guess Devils and Youkai just don't play video games and focus more on doing something actually productive."

Harry ignored Death's by now constant complaints about his seeming lack of productivity and walked down the revealed staircase. Back in the coffin chamber, Death sent the back of Harry's head a penetrating look before dispersing into black smoke.

Harry walked down the hidden staircase, wondering what it was about his life that made so he was always entering hidden rooms and finding secrets that were better left dead. Was he the universe's spittoon or something because if he was, he wanted to see the universe's manager to complain.

When Harry reached the bottom of the staircase, his night vision helped him see several unused torches along the wall. Taking one and lighting it with a simple Incendio, Harry walked down the hall toward where he hoped was whatever Death wanted him to have.

The hall wasn't very long and eventually ended in a stone door with several engravings on it. It depicted some man killing what looked to be vampires in several slightly horrific ways. It was obvious from the engravings that whoever drew them hated vampires or at least was extremely prejudiced against them since it depicted them as horrifying and hideous monsters that barely resembled humans. Very little like what they really looked like and Harry could only shake his head at how prejudice existed even in the supernatural world.

Not that vampires could talk. He had met a few and most of the so-called 'nobles' reminded him of wizarding purebloods with their disdain for humans-turned-vampires and half-vampires. The fact that he was technically the former made him looked down on by those same nobles, at least until he beat half of them nearly to death. That caused most of them to become wary of him and now he was more or less unwelcome even amongst his own kind and even had a bounty by the Tepes Faction due to a certain...incident.

"Yes," said Death as she astralised beside him. "Not one of your finest moments, to be sure. You truly need to learn the meaning of diplomacy and tact, Harry."

Harry scoffed as he sneered disdainfully. "I hate politics. Why the hell should I bend the knee to some stuck-up weaklings whose only claim to power is who they were born to? Worse than the purebloods in the wizarding world. At least they just look down on you and don't try to order around those they consider inferior as if it's their right." A wicked smile crossed his face, showing his fangs a bit. "They weren't very smug when they found out I'd banged their wives and daughters though."

That was another thing that had changed about Harry since his turning into a vampire. At their core, vampires were predators which were much different from humans. While one could say that humans also ate meat, they were omnivore's more than genuine predators. That plus the fact that humans haven't genuinely hunted for food in generations have made them more like extremely smart and skilled prey than genuine predators.

Vampires, however, were different. The predatory instinct was powerful and they were very similar to large predators in many ways. Despite most vampires' seemingly cultured appearance and attitude, vampires were constantly trying to one-up each other to establish dominance over the other. The only difference was that 'modern' vampires used words, bloodline and politics to do it instead of brute strength and power. Vampire society was a constant hive of backstabbing and temporary alliances whose laws against it only meant they couldn't be caught. Not even the so-called leaders were above it and in fact, it could be said they were the worst. After all, a leader could easily become a figurehead if the other political vampires joined against him.

Still, the fact was that vampires were predators and that instinct had changed Harry in many ways. The most obvious was the way he 'hunted' and seduced beautiful women, rarely staying with one for longer than one night before moving on. Oh, it wasn't that he didn't care for any of them, he was still him and grew attached to even one-night stands. However, his predatory instinct made it hard for him to think of staying loyal to only a single woman.

However, this wasn't the only change to his personality. He was also quicker to anger in certain respects as well as slightly arrogant. The latter was due to his incredible power and the knowledge that he couldn't be killed even if his body was destroyed. Death would just reconstitute his body if that happened so he had little fear of actually dying despite Death telling him that there were ways to kill him even she couldn't stop.

Another thing was his acceptance of violence and killing. Before his transformation he would have been horrified by the thought of killing only one person, much less causing the massacre he caused upstairs. Indeed, the first time he killed he had gone into shock for a while. Yet eventually he had been forced to accept the fact that as a vampire, he couldn't shy away from killing. Not only did he kill his victims when he was first learning how to feed until he gained control of it enough to not take too much blood, but he had seen enough of the underworld to realize that Voldemort was not one of a kind.

In the last decade he had seen hundreds of people, wizarding and supernatural creature alike, like him and he discovered the only difference between Voldemort and these people was that the former had the power to actually make his vision a reality. The others didn't but contented themselves to preying on the innocents around them and many a time, Harry had to kill a particularly monstrous vampire or wizard who was simply too dangerous to leave alive.

All of this caused Harry's personality to become markedly different from before. The change was so drastic that few would believe they were same person although he kept many of the traits he had before his change. He was still recklessly brave and gave no thought to his own safety and was extremely loyal to those he considered friends. He was still extremely dismissive of authority figures he didn't personally respect (which were part of the reason he wasn't welcome amongst his own kind) and was extremely honorable. The major difference was that he now had a clearer view of the world, was more confident in himself and was more inclined to use violence to solve problems.

Harry shook off his stray thoughts before studying the door for any traces of a trap. Seeing none, he pushed it open and stepped into the room on the other side.

For a moment, Harry thought he'd entered the treasure room from the movie Aladdin. As far as the eye could see were large mounds of gold and jewels, one or two almost as tall as him. He could see large jewels and diamonds as big as his fist alongside medieval swords and weapons that looked both beautiful to look at yet still usable. Inside this large room was enough gold to maintain a person in an extremely lavish lifestyle for several generations if not longer.

"How the hell does a vampire hunter accumulate all this gold?" mused Harry aloud in wonder. "I mean... do they get paid in gold per vampire killed or something?"

"Nothing like that, my love," said Death from where she materialized on a gilded throne nearby. "Belmont received this treasure from a specific vampire he killed. I believe you know of him. He was called Dracula."

Harry looked at Death incredulously as her words processed through his skull. "Dracula?! You mean he was real?!"

Death smirked at his words and nodded. "Indeed. Dracula was real though history is far, far stranger than fiction. His real history is extremely complicated but suffice it to say that he was an extremely powerful vampire and during his heyday he ruled over all the vampire clans. It was his death that led to its current division when he died without a specified heir and the vampires were divided between following his sole remaining wife or his second-in-command. Even they are long dead but the division continues."

Harry looked around and whistled. "So all this was just laying down here since Belmont died? Why didn't he give it to the Church or something once he died? Or even left it to his surviving family?"

Death smirked before lazily looking around. "Oh, it is not quite that simple. You see, many of the treasures in here belong to various pantheons and the gods of those pantheons were eager to reclaim it. Dracula was an especially greedy man and loved to collect valuables. Belmont knew that if he reported having found Dracula's treasure, a war would erupt between the factions to reclaim their lost treasures. The fact that Belmont was an independent vampire hunter without associations to the Church meant he had no previous allegiance and was neutral. He knew that a war between gods would only end badly for humanity so he hid the treasure here. He worked for years transferring it all here in secret. Back then, Japan was considered the 'end of the world' so he thought it was the perfect place to hide it. And when he was about to die, he entombed himself above, while still alive mind you, blocking the only entrance to the treasure with his tomb.

Harry frowned in thought. "But if no one knew about the treasure, why were there people upstairs looking for it?"

Death shrugged lazily. "I said he believed no one knew about it. Not that no one did. Rumors persisted that the reason he retired after killing Dracula was because he'd found his fabled treasure and was living handsomely. No one ever knew for certain but rumors still persisted even a century after his death. They eventually guessed that if it did exist, it would be located in his tomb. However, no one knew where it was... until now."

Harry nodded before frowning grimly. "That means there will probably be a larger force coming soon to take it all, isn't there?"

Death smirked and nodded mischievously. "Indeed. In fact, they should be here within two hours. So you better get a move on and grab everything before they arrive. You're the one who wanted to keep a low profile, after all. And fighting and killing a large force of Devils would be counter to that, wouldn't it?"

Grimacing but nodding in agreement, Harry waved his hand over the piles, causing them to shrink before pausing and turning to Death. "So you sent me here just to get some treasure? No offense but I'm not exactly poor thanks to the Potter and Black accounts as well as my own investments."

Death's smile dropped and a serious look came to her face as she stood up. "No. I sent you here to collect three very important artifacts."

Harry frowned and looked around before his eyes fell on something on the far wall. Sighing, Harry rubbed his forehead. "I imagine it would be those things hanging on the wall, then?"

Hanging on the far wall without any discernible support were three weapons. One was a blue-bladed sword with runes inscribed onto its length that gave off a chill that Harry felt even from this distance. The other was a pair of red metal gauntlets that extended up to the elbow and gave off red wisps of... something off. The final weapon was what looked to be a simple dagger but given the fact that it was given a place of honor beside the other two, Harry guessed it was more than what it looked.

"Indeed," said Death in amusement as her astral from walked to stand beside the weapons. "These are why I sent you and they are all very powerful as well as important to have in your possession."

"Why's that?" asked Harry absently as he walked up to the weapons and studied them.

"Because in the wrong hands, someone could use all three to kill you," said Death simply, causing Harry to start in shock. "Or at least make it as though you were dead."

"What do you mean?" asked Harry warily as he looked at the now much more insidious-looking weapons.

Death sighed before speaking in a lecturing tone. "The legend of the Deathly Hallows isn't just known to wizards, you know. The entire supernatural world knows about them and knew that once a wizard united them, that wizard would become my Avatar on Earth."

"As you can imagine," continued Death conversationally. "There were those that feared the day that happened, my opposite and nemesis more than the others. Due to this, they forged these weapons to take down my Avatar in case that happened. They knew they couldn't kill him since, obviously, being my Avatar made that next to impossible. So they did the next best thing."

Death pointed at the sword. "The sword is known as the Void Sword and like the name suggests, it draws its power from the Void which is the time before creation began. Due to this, it exists in a realm outside the concept of 'Death' and the wounds it inflicts can never be healed as long as the wielder wills it. It also gives the wielder the ability to absorb life and heal their wounds for every wound they inflict as well as control over ice and wind."

"The gauntlets," continued Death easily. "are known as the Chaos Gauntlets and like the sword, draw their power from a realm outside of Creation, specifically from after Time's End where everything will fall into Chaos. Unlike the sword, however, what it does is give the wielder the physical boost necessary to match even your natural abilities as well as incredible physical strength surpassing your own."

"And for the crème de resistance," finished Death mockingly. "The Dagger. That's it, it has no other fancy name, just The Dagger. It's probably the most dangerous to you in terms of effect. If it impales your heart, it sends you into a coma-like state as long as it stays impaled in your heart. I say coma-like, because you will still be perfectly aware of everything happening around you but be unable to do anything about it. You will be trapped within your mind as your body desiccates but never fades upon which the wielder could trap you within a coffin and throw you to the deepest depths of the ocean if they wished. You would then be trapped within your mind unable to change or affect the world around you with nothing but your own thoughts to keep you company. A fate worse than death."

Harry shuddered as he agreed with the assessment. He couldn't imagine being trapped in such a way for days much less the no doubt centuries his enemies probably wanted him to be trapped if not forever. Harry couldn't help but wonder why they feared him so much when Death told him that Great Red is and would always be much more powerful than him. If he had this many enemies he felt sorry for Great Red. He probably had billions of people who would love to see him dead.

"So," said Harry slowly. "You want me to take them so others can't?"

"Exactly," said Death simply. "They may be dangerous to you but they are also powerful weapons that would help you in protecting yourself. While you may feel content in just wandering around without a goal like a vagabond, the other Factions will not be as kind. It won't be long before one of the Pantheons or Factions discovers your existence and tries to either bind you to them or destroy you. These weapons will help you in protecting yourself from the inevitable conflict occurs since you will no doubt refuse to side with any Faction."

Harry sighed at Death's words. "I know you don't like it, Death, but I simply can't join any of the three. The Church for obvious reasons, not only do they hate vampires but the fact that I can't be killed the normal way would make me more of an abomination in their eyes. Knowing about me would only make them want to kill me that much more."

"As for the Devils," said Harry with a frown. "I'm not comfortable being more than perhaps associated with them. For all their talk of peace, they've certainly been gearing up as if for war. They also have a tendency of acting like purebloods at times with their "justice" always favoring devils first. Their hunting down nekomata for the actions of one speaks for itself."

"The Fallen Angels are a no-go as well. The Grigori don't really have a goal, so to speak. Azazel spends all his days researching while the others do nothing but fuck and eat all day."

"That sums up your last decade of life pretty well," pointed out Death dryly.

Harry smirked and shrugged. "Maybe but I don't want to do that for the rest of eternity. Eventually, I want to settle down in a home of my own. Somewhere quiet and peaceful."

"Kuoh is nice and peaceful," pointed out Death idly. "It's far from major cities and is relatively undisturbed when it comes to supernatural activity. The only supernatural entity we met while there was that devil girl, after all. Usually, we meet at least a large group of either youkai, fallen angels, or vampires in every city we visit."

"True," mused Harry idly before giving Death a penetrating stare. "But I'm guessing you have an alternative reason for picking that place."

"Indeed," said Death without a trace of shame at being caught. "Remember how I told you that you would be needed sometime in the future when the balance between life and death was in danger?"

Harry frowned at Death's words. "Yeah... you're saying it will happen in Kuoh?"

"Perhaps," said Death unsurely. I'm not a seer by any means, I can simply sense this since it involves me in some way. I'm not sure what it is, just that Kuoh is a center point for what is coming."

Harry frowned and sighed. "Well, I guess my days of fun are over then. Kuoh it is then. Let me just pack everything and we'll be on our way."

"Don't act so sad, Harry," said Death in amusement. "You have to admit that the past decade has been boring. For all your talk of wanting a peaceful life, you certainly go out of your way to find trouble. Need I remind you of Transylvania?"

Harry was instantly defensive. "It wasn't my fault! I didn't mind them insulting me but I draw the line at abusing a little girl simply because she's half-human. I couldn't just stand aside and let it happen."

"Perhaps," agreed Death with a smile. "But you also didn't have to take the girl with you and drop her with someone who would take care of her under a Fidelius Charm. Especially when you knew how important she was to the Tepes Faction and all. Now they have a price on your head and you have to dodge Tepes-affiliated vampires wherever we go."

Harry shrugged. "Maybe but it was worth it. If Valerie kept overusing her Sacred Gear, she would have been ruined. She deserved some happiness in her life. Plus... the way they were using her reminded me way too much of how Dumbledore used me. Even if he said it was in my best interests."

Death sighed and gave Harry a fond smile. "You never change, do you Harry? Anyway, what I'm sensing may take years in coming so what are you going to do in the meantime? Valerie keeps hinting at wanting to move in with you since she feels lonely even with Andromeda taking care of her. You can settle down at Kuoh, in the meantime. Get that house with the white picket fence you always wanted."

Harry smirked. "Maybe I will. But first... to gather our spoils."

With a laugh, Death disappeared, leaving Harry to gather the treasure and make plans for his permanent residence in Kuoh. Of course, it would be difficult since although he looked to be in his early twenties, he didn't have any paperwork that proves his existence in the muggle world. He could use the wizarding side of things to do it but that would open the knowledge of his existence to the wider magical world, something he wished to avoid. He could Fidelius his location but then owls from his friends couldn't find him and it would just be a whole mess. In the end it would just be best to do it in the muggle world to avoid problems. He'd just have to find a way around the lack of paperwork.

Musing on this, Harry shrunk his ill-gotten gains and put them inside a tiny box in his right pocket. Once that was done, he left the tomb only to be brought short by the person standing in front of the exit.

Harry smirked. "Azazel! What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

Azazel was a handsome man with black hair and golden bangs. He was lean but held an undertone of muscle to show he took care of himself.

He was also the Governor-General of the Grigori and one of the few fallen angels Harry got along with.

"Harry," said Azazel with a chuckle. "How did I know you were the one behind this?" He gestured at the corpses strewn everywhere."

Harry gave him an innocent look. "Maybe you smelled my manly musk? I always wondered how you always managed to track me down. I'm sorry to tell you Azazel but... I'm not into men."

Azazel gave him the two finger salute, causing Harry to laugh. "I'm actually glad I ran into you. I have a bit of a problem I need your help with."

Harry cocked an eyebrow at the man. "Oh? What could the Governor-General want with me?"

"I recently got information of four Fallen Angels who have gone rogue in Kuoh town," said Azazel seriously. "Personally, I wouldn't care much except for the fact that Kuoh town is Devil territory and their actions could potentially cause war to break out if they're serious enough."

"And you want me to bring them in?" asked Harry knowingly before crossing his arms in thought. "Do you need them alive?"

"I don't care either way," said Azazel bluntly. "They stopped being my subordinates when they disobeyed me so do with them what you will. Just please make sure they don't start a war. I'll be sure to owe you a favor."

Harry nodded before pausing as a smile came to his face, showing his fangs. "Actually, I have a way for you pay me back..."

Abandoned church

Kuoh town

The sun was setting when Harry found the fallen angels' base of operations. At first, he'd thought they would place with a little more safety or even worth more. Instead, his senses led him... to this place.

Harry looked over the abandoned church with a disdainful look. "You know," said Harry aloud. "For a species that constantly insists that it's the superior one, fallen angels do pick the shittiest places to stay."

Death smirked. "Like you said before. Fallen Angels have no drive, no goal, no true home. They're a lot like you in that way."

And that soured Harry's mood instantly. "Thank you, Death. For that wonderful compliment."

"It is true, beloved, no matter how much you despise it," said Death simply. "For the past decade you have lacked a goal, a purpose... a home. I have often told you to just swallow the flaws of any of the Factions but you refuse to, acting as if they should be perfect. In that way, you are much like the Fallen. They too act as if things should be a certain way and lash out at others for their own actions, much like you did against me in the beginning. They also lack a true home, not because nowhere would accept them as they say but because they are unwilling to let go of the past and so return to places like this," Death gestured to the abandoned church. "But no matter how much they try to go back, it will always be nothing but a hollow shell of what was and what might have been."

Harry fell silent, not giving any clue as to how much her words had affected him. For the first time, Harry felt something akin to pity for the fallen. He could empathize with them to a certain point. Despite how he acted, these past ten years had not been all fun and games. Going from place to place just showed him that there was no real place for him. He had no place among the wizards, among the various magical creatures, heck, even his own race, the vampires didn't welcome him.

True, not all of the fallen were like him. He'd seen many who just enjoyed causing pain for pain's sake. However, Death's words meant he could no longer look at them without seeing what he could become if he continued as he was.

Shaking it off for the moment, Harry concentrated on the task on hand. He hadn't been sensed yet but he could sense his prey inside. There were three around the back, probably because they thought, with good reason, that any enemy who wanted to attack would come around the back. There was another, stronger one, relatively speaking, inside along with what he recognized as a lot of exorcists. Probably rogues if they were working with fallen.

Harry hummed to himself before deciding to take care of his targets around the back. The exorcists were just fodder to him. The fallen angels were his targets.

He dissipated into shadows, traveling through the shadows toward where he felt the fallen were located.

It didn't take him long to find them. The three consisted of two females and one male. The male was a middle-aged-looking gentleman with short black hair and dark blue eyes. His attire consisted of a pale violet trenchcoat over a white dress shirt with a matching ascot, black pants and shoes, and a black fedora.

The two females were almost on the completely opposite ends of the spectrum. The younger one was a girl looking around elementary school age with blonde hair styled in twin short side ponytails and blue eyes. She wore Gothic Lolita attire, which consisted of a black Lolita dress with white frills, a large black bow on the front, and a green jewel embedded on the collar, white thigh-high socks, and black shoes. She also wore a large black bow on top of her hair.

The other female was a tall and buxom woman with long, navy blue hair that obscured her right eye and brown eyes. Her attire consisted of a violet, trenchcoat-like top with a wide collar, a matching miniskirt, and black heeled shoes. The trenchcoat top was open at her chest, giving view to her large breasts and cleavage. She also wore a gold necklace around her neck.

Harry studied the last female with a keen eye and slightly dirty thoughts. He did need a secretary to help him plan his affairs and she did look the part. Plus, he always wanted to test just how far his hypnotizing ability went...

With a dark smile, Harry approached his prey.

Raynare was feeling pretty good about herself.

She'd had some problems with her "ex" Issei, who was now a devil somehow, but the ritual was going to start soon and then she'd have the nun's Sacred Gear. With Twilight Healing, she'd show Azazel and the other fallen that she wasn't some flunky. That she wasn't dispensable and useless. She'd finally be worth something to them and maybe even impress Azazel!

However, she knew something had gone wrong when she heard gunshots from above.

Everyone paused as the church shook and there was a sound as if something roared. There was a sound as if a window smashed before all fell silent once more.

The many exorcists with her and Asia paused as if unsure if it was over when they heard the path leading down here open. The sound of footsteps seemed to echo through the ritual room, each step somehow making them feel as if their deaths were approaching.

Eventually, the owner of the steps reached the bottom, revealing himself to be none other than Harry in his usual clothing of red shirt with a leather jacket over it and black pants finished off with combat boots. Combined with the fact that when he smiled, his fangs popped over his lower lip, telling everyone just what they were dealing with.

"Well, well, well," said Harry in a mocking tone. "Look what we have here. A bunch of unwanted has-beens led by a crow that's gotten too full of herself. Looks like I'm going to have to play janitor."

Raynare shook herself from the shock and dread that this vampire seemed to exude and sneered at him. "Oh lookie, a soon-to-be-dead vampire. What are you doing here interrupting my ritual?"

"Well, you see," said Harry while walking forward. The shadows seemed to dance around him, condensing and deepening to his will. "I've just talked to a friend of mine named Azazel." Harry smirked when Raynare reacted to the name. "Yes, that Azazel. He wanted me to take down some stray crows that've left the nest he worked so hard to build for them. He was truly hurt by your betrayal and so asked me to... reeducate you as to the consequences of disobedience."

Harry released some of his power, causing most of the exorcists to fall to their knees or just pass out from the pressure. Raynare turned white in terror as she realized that the man standing before her was much stronger than her. Luckily, Asia passed out from the pressure combined with the stress of the day getting to her. It saved her from seeing what was coming.

"K-k-k-kill him!" yelled Raynare in terror, animal instinct controlling her actions.

In reaction to her words, every single exorcist charged with their light swords at the smirking Harry. With a yell, they all impaled him on their light swords, Harry having not moved an inch.

For a moment, Raynare thought that it was over and that the vampire wasn't as strong as she thought. However, she was proven wrong when Harry started to laugh, looking completely unbothered by the dozens of light swords impaled in him.

"Wow," said Harry with a smirk. "That tickled."

With that, Harry moved. He was so fast that not even a blur was left behind, nothing but fountains of blood from the various wounds he inflicted on the exorcists marking his passing. Raynare could only watch in terror as the exorcists were cut down like rabid animals, not even having a ghost of a chance against him.

Eventually, the massacre ended, Harry standing in the center of a large pool of blood without a drop on him. Smirking, he walked toward Raynare who vainly tried to defend herself only for him to smack aside her light spear like it was nothing.

Harry looked her up and down before smirking. "Hmmm... I think my new pet could use a friend. And Azazel did say I could do whatever I want with you." Harry looked up into the confused Raynare's eyes as his own began to glow a deadly crimson which started to reflect in Raynare's own eyes. "It's your lucky day, crow. I guess you live a little while longer..."

Three hours later, Issei and company would arrive at the church to find nothing but a gently sleeping Asia waiting for them, no sign of anything else having happened.