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When Flames Rise – Chapter 8
Emotional Roller Coaster
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"What do you mean: "We can't find the Ouroboros."!?"
"It means what it means ya stick-wilding gay-looking buffoon! The loli bitch's gone!"
He groaned, knowing that he should have expected no other response from the psychopathic idiot that was his ally.
"If ya want ya can check the world's anus. Either BRB will steamroll ya or loli bitch gonna evaporate ya ass."
"What is it with you and giving places and people weird nicknames."
"If ya don't stop annoying me I'll turn ya into a girl, get ma three headed chihuahua and then I'll show you how to give someone head, ass, and virginity all at the same time!"
"Sometimes I wonder why I haven't killed you yet."
A mad laugh erupted from the crazy fuck, making the younger man flinch.
That laugh meant one of two things. Either the old maniac goes ballista, or he just played himself.
"You dumb fuck! You may have the blind shepherd's golden boy inside of ya stick and the blood of a half drunken Chinese, but that doesn't mean that ya'll suddenly turn into a walking tank. Yar body's still human and Humans are still the equivalent of ants in this world. They are annoying as fuck in mase, but nobody cares enough to eradicate all of them."
He grit his teeth, knowing that the old devil was right. He was a glass canon. A weapon strong enough to beat most gods, but a body so weak that almost every other creature could one hit him. It was his goal to change that in a way in which every human could, so that the species as a whole could ascent to the next step of evolution. A step after which they were strong enough to stand up on their own, without needing help from other creatures to achieve true power.
He snorted in annoyance. It was just so unfair. Sure, some lucky humans like himself got some holy gifts or powerful descendants and thus became some of the most powerful warriors the supernatural has ever seen, but most had nothing more than a few sparks of magical energy in them and could do next to nothing with it.
There were three possibilities for a human to become powerful.
The first one was having insane luck and being born with some kind of powerful Sacred Gear or as the chosen one of some prophecy. Something you could not remotely control.
The second one was having a powerful bloodline or being a half breed. Again something said human had no control over.
The third one was randomly stumbling into a powerful creature and somehow earning a part of their power by sheer luck or by becoming their servant.
All of those options were luck based and impossible for humans to achieve without outside help. They always needed someone from whom they gained their powers, making them fragile and weak in their base form.
He wasn't an exception to this. His luck is outrageous. He wasn't just born with the True Longinus, the most powerful of all Longinus in which the Soul of Jesus Christ himself resided, but also with the blood of the warlord Cao Cao flowing in his veins.
And still he was weak.
If you took away the Longinus and the blood, he would have been nothing more than every other ordinary human, weak and lowly.
Even with all the training he had done. Even with all the opponents he had defeated.
Sure, his control over the True Longinus had improved and he also had learned how to get a hold of the effects that his bloodline was having on his mind. But his own physical body was still human, pure human.
Hundreds of battles and he still was weak.
And he wanted to change that.
"Anyways, stick-wielder as much as I despise ya ass there is something different we need to talk about."
Now that sparked his interest.
"That would be?"
"The white fire thingy that absolutely raped the crispy chickens and one of the wannabe leaders of the current devil society."
He raised an eyebrow not seeing how something like that should be brought up.
"What about it?"
The old fuck facepalmed.
"Ya dumb idiot! Do you have a stick up your ass!? … Actually that would explain where you store that long ass dick."
"Did… Did you just call the True Longinus a… a dick?"
He was in disbelieve, yet something in him said that he should have been expecting something like that.
"Yes."
No hesitation.
"Now anyways."
"Wait! Stop! You can't just call my weapon a dick."
"HA! Want me to tell ya cocksucker why I think it's a dick?"
"I feel regret."
"It is so ya can at least jack off someone's dick and check your luck, the one you got can grow up to… I dunno… 1000 inches… that's more than yar entire digestive system!"
"I should have never told you that I'm castrated…"
"That indeed was a foolish mistakes ya dickless wimp! But you lucky bastard manifested a replacement!"
"Could you stop making unfunny childish dick-jokes?"
"No."
"Oh my fucking God."
"Nah."
"What?"
"The old fart didn't have orgies. Dumb fuck."
"How did you- Why would you- ?"
"Anyways."
"…"
"We want to find that white weird flamy… I need a better nickname for it… hm…"
"…"
"White- no no no… Destruction-… nah! … How about-… nope…"
"Could you… PLEASE… stop-"
"I got it!"
"Oh Gods above."
"Cumflame!"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"WHAT!?"
"Cumflame!"
"No, I understood what you said I meant; Are you fucking insane-"
"Yes."
"-you monkeybrained tombstone of a devil, if you call that thing… by that name we are gonna get vaporized within milliseconds!"
"I don't see-"
"You can't masturbate while being dead."
"Oh itchy noodlesacks! THAT CANNOT BE!"
"It is."
"Oh fuck! Well, gonna need a new nickname!"
"For fUCK'S SAKE!"
Their relationship was a good one… at least for one of them.
==X==X==
Tiamat had a daughter.
Well, biologically seen she was still virgin, and the girl didn't hatch from her egg, but it was Issei's motherless daughter and because she had basically willingly married herself off to Issei without him making any move to resist, she basically became the little Phoenix's adoptive mother.
And she loved the job.
Ravel was the little birds name, and she was unbearably adorable. While she had heard that the youngest offspring of the now thankfully extinct quote on quote Phoenix pillar was a spoiled bratty annoyance, this wonderful girl didn't behave at all like Tiamat was told she would.
It probably had to do with the fact that while being around Issei she just couldn't help but feel happy.
Tiamat couldn't blame her. The older Phoenix had the exact same effect on her.
Thankfully Ravel also didn't start a rivalry against either Tiamat or god forbid Ophis, even though the Dragon God always stayed within 5 meters of Issei.
When Tiamat question her about it, Ravel had explained that Issei was something like a beacon of warmth and love that she was drawn to and that it was understandable for her why others were also drawn to it.
She was ok with others getting something from Issei's warmth as long as the beacon didn't get blocked of or dimed.
And because Issei only had four, arguably three because Dante was a weird one with all the being part of the Phoenix thingy going on, that he truly loved that beacon didn't fail to shine at any time.
What Tiamat had also noticed about the little bird was that her demonic energy was all but erased from her body. It wasn't the fastest process, but the more time she spend in proximity to Issei the less devil and the more Phoenix she became.
The slow transformation brought a few changes in Ravel, like her flames changing from neon orange to a very bright yellow or her hair turning from simple blond to a rather golden shade with a few almost white bangs.
Issei himself has also drastically changed from his depressed silent self.
He still remained mute, probably because he had been going for years without speaking a word, but personality vise he was very different from before.
Instead of being completely unresponsive to any and all things that didn't go on inside his head, he actually reacted when you got his attention, which still was arguably hard but still a huge improvement from before.
What made Tiamat and Dante tear up almost every time was the fact that Issei's neutral expression was now blessed with a small smile.
In the first few weeks of Issei's newfound happiness Tiamat had cried more than ever before in her entire life.
One time she went for 12 hours straight after Issei had hugged her.
It was too much for her poor heart.
==X==X==
Rias stared at the letter.
It was a very simple letter, at least for her standards.
Yet the words in it made her extremely nervous.
Dear Rias Gremory,
Due to the sudden decease of the former Satan Asmodeus, a new replacement has been voted by the Devils of the Underworld. We think it is important that someone of your rank and position as sister of the current Satan Lucifer, should attend the ceremony for the announcement of the next Satan Asmodeus. We are expecting you in two days in Lilith at the Grand Hall of Mephisto. We require you to be there at 13:00 o'clock or slightly earlier.
The deep void in her stomach just seemed to grow as she reread and reread the letter over and over again.
They were going to announce a replacement for someone whose killer she personally knew.
A part of her wanted to banish herself for being so foolish and letting the mass murder wander around in Kuoh without even as much as questioning his actions.
But after having witnessed just how powerful he was, she didn't know what would happen if she annoyed him any more than she already did.
The Dragon had killed a Satan within seconds and survived a barrage of attacks from the remaining three leaders of the devils without any visible problems.
She had no doubt that he could eradicate her species.
Sona had also been watching as the Phoenix pillar was stomped into the ground but was in more grief than shock in contrast to Rias.
While both best friends knew Falbium thanks to their siblings, Sona was the one who befriended the tired Satan.
He was something like an uncle to her, sometimes even skipping his naptime just to spend time with her.
Falbium almost never skipped his naptime.
He was a way for the intelligent heiress to escape her crazy sister and a good friend in hard times. He was the one who taught her chess in the first place.
And now he was gone.
It was obvious that she would be shaken, but Rias hadn't expected for her best friend to not come to class. The teacher just said that Sona was sick and that she wouldn't come in for two to three weeks.
Five weeks had passed.
Nothing.
No one really acknowledged the absences of the heiress. Some were even happy that the bossy Student Council President had gone missing.
Upon deeper questioning the headmaster of the school, a loyal servant of the Sitir revealed that Rias' best friend wasn't in a good enough mental condition to attend her job as the Student Council President.
It had broken her heart to hear those words.
Since then she had lost that rather cheery aura she had, and it was replaced by a cloud of depression that she didn't want to leave her alone.
Her brother hadn't contacted her in a while probably shaken too much himself to talk.
Her parents didn't know what to do. They had put a wrench into their relationship with their daughter since that day. No attempt to reach out to her. They knew what the results were going to be.
She wasn't the only one in the weird daze of depression, her entire peerage grew more silent and seemed to question all their previous worldviews.
Kiba was probably the worst.
He sometimes just sits in the clubroom for hours moving so little that Rias sometimes questioned if he was even breathing anymore. And other times he was in a training frenzy not stopping trying to improve until he literally passed out.
Akeno held herself pretty well together.
Keeping her smile while strained and visibly faked it still was a smile more than the others.
Koneko was also pretty unaffected.
The one thing that drastically changed about her was the fact that she ate way less than before, but due to how much she ate before it wasn't really too bad.
From both peerages it was probably Saji, the newest member of Sona's peerage, who took it all the best.
He had been added to Sona's peerage only minutes before the Phoenixes had been deleted from reality.
The poor guy had no idea what was happening as the new world he had just been introduced to crumbled right before him.
The departure of his [King] made all the other peerage members rather depressive and none of them felt good enough to just explain to him what was happening.
The worst part, he had somehow found out about the Phoenix, but not about Issei's identity or his power, and now was set on, in his own words, shooing him out of his master's territory, hoping that it would bring back Sona, who he definitely had a crush on.
So every day she saw him leave the school building as soon as possible searching Kuoh for the powerful Dragon.
The irony of it all was that he had befriended Issei Hyoudou as a classmate. Not even suspecting that he was the one that he was oh so desperately searching for.
Issei himself was also completely different from before.
At first, she hadn't recognized him at all like the rest of the school.
No one could have ever guessed that he of all people was the same Issei Hyoudou, whose voice had been enough to be remembered as the Evil of Kuoh.
The title evaporated into less than atoms when he came into school with one of the most peaceful and happy smiles ever.
And while most were simply shocked by his new expression, Kiba straight up hyperventilate when seeing him like that, explaining later that quote, That monster is so happy. It just killed an entire pillar without any sign of hesitation and now that psychopath is proud and happy with himself for killing thousands of innocent souls!
She couldn't help but agree.
Smiling like that as if you hadn't just committed mass murder was something only a psychopath could do.
Another reason not to make him angry.
And now she needed to go back to the Underworld and watch all those devils grief for their lost friends, partners, maybe even lovers and she knew who was behind it all but didn't have the bravery to tell them.
She already felt terrible for doing so.
On one hand they all deserved to know who was the one with the blood of their fellow devils on their hands.
But on the other hand they would attack Issei in their grief which would definitely lead to their death if not the extinction of the entirety of the devil species.
All that pressure on her and her peerage's shoulders.
She broke down in tears.
It was too much for her poor heart.
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It was furious.
The chains had strengthened.
And it couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
Couldn't feel.
Couldn't kill.
There was nothing it could do.
Before those chains were breakable and lose.
But now.
They weren't.
They were unmovable.
That wasn't the worst part.
The doors were opening.
It didn't want them to open.
Yet they did.
And it could just watch.
The other one did nothing.
Like always.
But he didn't matter.
Not now.
Probably never.
But that was ok.
The chains weren't ok.
They annoyed him.
They held him.
They limited him.
More than they did before.
But.
They wouldn't kill him.
And that meant that someday he'll be free once more.
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Azazel was stressed.
For one there was a group of rouge fallen that had settled in Kuoh, right where he had predicated Kokabiel would be. He had one of his most trusted officers spying on those guys.
Then there was that white fire that had been strong enough to completely obliterate an entire pillar family of the devils and one of the Satans.
He was surprised that Kokabiel, that sick warmonger hadn't attacked yet.
The devils were weak this was like the chance he was waiting for.
Azazel could bet his leadership that Kokabiel would be trying to convince him to attack right now if it wasn't for the fact that he had gone rouge.
But he wasn't attacking.
Which was weird, but more than acceptable.
Well, there was this small theory that Kokabiel had found the source of that white fire and was trying to get it to kill more of the devil race.
It made sense and was scaring him.
So he had sent half the Grigori to find the flames before Kokabiel could get a grip on them.
Maybe Kokabiel already had it convinced and that's why-
No! NO! Bad Azazel! We want none of those cursed thoughts in your head!
A magical circle appeared on his desk.
His tired eyes slowly made their way towards the circle as a piece of paper appeared on it.
He took it and began reading the report.
Finally his officer had sent their report and…
And…
Wait, what…
Holy…
Oh my deceased God!
This could imply…
Wait a motherfucking second!
Azazel was completely awake within the next second he had already dialed Shemhazai's number. It took some time for the other fallen to answer.
"What is it Azazel?"
"Get over here, now."
There was a short silence before Shemhazai ended the call and not a second later a teleportation circle appeared in front of Azazel's desk.
A few moments later and Shemhazai was now in the room with Azazel.
"What happen-"
Before he could finish the sentence Azazel stood up, run around the table, and pushed the report into Shemhazai's face.
For a moment or two neither moved until Shemhazai's hand slowly made its way up to his face to take the report that Azazel was still pressing into his face.
He looked at the title which was Evil fallen doing evil stuff in Kuoh (probably Kokabiel).
And then he read the report out loud.
"Three fallen have made a camp in the empty church of Kuoh. Those fallen are-"
"Get to the conversation."
Shemhazai looked up from the text in slight annoyance and then resumed to reading the report, but like Azazel had requested he skipped the details.
"In their conversation they mentioned that they once had a fourth member that disappeared after being send out to deal with an anomaly. This anomaly was a boy who gave off a dragon-like aura which made them suspect that he had a Sacred Gear. They at first thought that their comrade had fled for some reason, until one of them witnessed the boy they were after kill an entire gang of thugs by using… white fire…"
Shemhazai slowly looked into Azazel's eyes. Confirming that both were having the exact same train of thought. He continued.
"The flames were strong enough to evaporate the man they were used on in only a few seconds and afterwards nothing remained of said man… Holy shit."
Shemhazai looked back up to Azazel, who was smiling by now. Disbelieve clearly visible on his face.
"We found him?"
"We found him."
This was a good day for the Grigori.
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Michael was frustrated.
He didn't show it, but he truly was.
Not only had the church lost four pieces of Excalibur, but they had also lost track of the girl with a very powerful healing Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was an archangel, he would have at least looked stressed, but his happy aura didn't as much as waver.
Gabriel still noticed his distress.
"Do you need help brother?"
Her voice was sweet and innocent. It helped him.
"I'm just a little stressed due to all the chaos that is lately going on."
"That is-"
The door was smashed open.
Both Michael and Gabriel jumped, turning to the door.
They were met with a panicking Uriel.
"Brother Uriel what-"
"You know how I watch the Underworld news every few months to keep up with the devils and fallen, right?"
Michael nodded.
"Ok, look I… I'm just gonna show you."
A big TV manifested in front of them, and it started playing one of the most trending videos in the underworld.
Michael's eyes widened as he saw the white flames take over the entire estate of the Phoenix pillar and how every single of the devils that met with the flames was reduced to less than ash.
Gabriel even shed some tears as their enemies had pained expressions running away from their inescapable doom.
They stood no chance.
The flames just consumed everything. Not stopping for any of the innocent people that tried to safe themselves and others.
Rich, poor, old, young, fit, sick. No one was spared. Everyone was mercilessly torn apart by the fire.
Then they saw the black figure manifest in the flames. It looked like something straight from a nightmare. The gods of Valhalla would probably associate it with Ragnarök.
The monster lead the fire through the streets, seemingly growing stronger with every soul it took.
And then the Satans arrived.
Gabriel had that moment of relieve. That moment when you believe that the hero had finally arrived to stop the great bad that was happening.
She almost had a heart attack when Falbium died.
Michael's happy aura had evaporated. This was something on a whole other level of dangerous. Not even the heavenly dragons couldn't kill a Satan at such an intense speed.
They watched the video to the end and then saw the number of casualties.
Gabriel fainted.
Michael's jaw dropped.
The attack had taken less than ten minutes and still there were so many victims.
This thing wasn't a thread to the devils. It was to the entire Christian pantheon.
They needed to contain it or somehow subdue it.
He looked back at the numbers.
0 Injured
0 Fatally Injured
23 829 Dead
Consisting of:
23 752 Mid-Class or Lower
73 High-Class
3 Ultimate-Class
1 Satan-Class
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A/N:
A short but information packed chapter…
I wrote this shit in a day… legit…
Have fun on this fucked up emotional roller coaster and don't forget to sleep ya dumbass.
I think I improved a lot from my first few chapters. Gotta rewrite those sooner or later.
Gonna work on SD next then maybe another WFR because SC is gonna take a while for another.
If I get enough requests, I'll do the HTTYD or the BNHA one.
Pls Review for this poor fuck.
Have a great day, you deserve everything you have, be happy about it.
Bye.