The next week after the incident at the Temple of Ashes wasn't something that most people knew about, until it was stated on the news networks across all nations. Maia Simmons looked at her boss and frowned as he sipped in Fire Whiskey, blowing the magical flames out of his nose with rather practiced ease.
"So this organization," Maia looked at the report, "the C.D.O.I.C.? Crisis Department of Information Control?"
Harry Potter nodded, "Indeed, that was them."
Maia closed the report before pinching the bridge of her nose, "Please tell me the whole thing again, Harry. Don't leave anything out."
The morning came way too quickly for everyone as they were swarmed by some organization that had whisked them off to some location in Iraq, everyone wearing hazmat suits and gas masks. Interrogations were quickly taken but everyone refused to talk, no information given and everyone in that organization was pretty much told to shove it sideways. Harry raised his eyebrow at his interrogator, easily reading his thoughts as he was practically broadcasting them over a radio.
"Sir," He said, sounding rather put out and trying not to be annoyed, "I have to do this, standard procedure has to be followed after an incident-"
Harry stopped him, "This was a P.L.F. and Monarch zone, no one was allowed in that wasn't sanctioned by their organization. You, Samuel Kim of the C.D.O.I.C., didn't have authorization and are in violation of it. You are lucky that you're a grunt and not a higher up, or you'd be on the ground begging for mercy."
Samuel stiffened as he was called out, body as rigid as a board and fingers trembling. Harry got up and walked out of the room, summoning his staff as he pulled out his phone. He called the closest Monarch base and told them to track his phone before ending the call, spotting two armed guards rushing him.
"Drop to the ground now!" One shouted before he was laid low by a gust of wind, legs broken as Harry moved away.
The other hit the wall and slumped to the ground, unconscious, as Harry made his way to every single room and knocked out the interrogator. He would soon find the main office of the building they were in, only to find it in chaos. The workers of the C.D.O.I.C. were in a right panic as Harry had simply walked through them like Moses with the red sea, he wasn't only the Alpha after all. His bloodline went all the way back to Morgana Le Fay and the Pendragons, he was a Sorcerer not a Wizard.
He quickly directed all the magicals to round everyone up then anyone with computer skills to get into the computers, getting everything they needed to sue the organization that kidnapped them.
"You do realize," Maia said as she poured herself a rather strong shot of alcohol, "these guys have been covering up things since the Nineteen-fifties? They covered up everything to do with Godzilla, the Titans then the magical world. Even after everyone knew of the Titans, they kept trying to cover it up! Then, can you believe this, during the Kaiju War, they tried to cover it up but were executed by pretty much anyone that had survived the attacks. They are quite dead to everyone and I think the consensus is to just end them."
"They didn't find us that easily, Maia," Harry remarked coldly, eyes flashing blue, "this expedition location was given to them, magically given to them."
Maia frowned, "Who would have given them that information?"
"Only a Malfoy would," Harry said sourly, "Not Lucius and Draco, Lucius is dead. Got killed when Razorcrest appeared in London, Draco has been avoiding public notice for years after his near politically suicidal attempt to take my name from me. No, this can only be Lucius's father, Abraxus Malfoy."
Maia frown deepened, "Who the hell is Abraxus?"
Harry snorted, "Former head of the Malfoy clan, Draco is head now. Father of Lucius Malfoy, also the largest prick you'll ever know. He thinks he's the king of everything he looks at, including the women of the world. He, once, told one of his daughter's friends to please him and she did it out of fear of herself being killed. Abraxus is old but he's also ruled by power, I'm the one that ruined it for him."
Maia nodded, "So, we go after him, we get this over with?"
Harry nodded, "Indeed, end Abraxus, end the cover-ups. He paid for it himself to be built, he wanted everything to be hidden from the non-magicals completely. In his old age, he slipped up this time."
Harry toasted mocking, "To the fool, Abraxus."
The new networks were having a field day with all the information on the cover ups the former Crisis Department of Information Control had done, everything from the Titans to the magical world. Even the Magic users were pretty upset at this as a majority of the information that was covered up also pertained to them as a whole. They didn't know about the near extinction of a rare Lynn Wyrm species of Northern China because of the C.D.O.I.C. having covered that up.
In the end, the organization was shut down and Abraxus Malfoy was dragged out of his manor in England, on International Television. Turns out that the oldest living Malfoy had more to his name then just money or former power, but also thousands of crimes of every kind. Didn't last long for him in court, as he was sentenced to death. Given that Azkaban was torn down by a Kaiju eight months into the war, sending him there was no good.
Soon, peace seemed to come to the world once more. Until a redhead appeared in London.
Rias Gremory appeared on the streets of London, looking at the skyscrapers and buildings around her. The crimson haired Devil was in shock at how everything could have changed in the time after the Kaiju War, unlike Kuoh. The small town hadn't changed much during the war at all, being near Kyoto meant no Kaiju came near them. The Kaiju hit Kobe, Osaka and Tokyo mostly, never getting any further inland to destroy anything else. She felt rather shaken at that feeling, being protected while the rest of the world suffered and fought valiantly to protect them from destruction.
She shook herself before regaining her courage, pulling out her phone before heading in the direction of the P.L.F. Corp building. The Devil was here on a mission of her own, one involving herself and another party. The Phenex Family, she shuddered mentally at that, not wanting to remember it. She had been contracted when she was a baby to the third son of the Phenex Family, but unlike her family, she saw Riser for what he was.
A fool that had some power to back up only half a percent of his arrogance, but she knew Riser only saw her as breeding stock. She wasn't even worth having an education, life, name or even a voice; to him, she was only meant to look pretty and give him babies. She had used her Mother's powers, the energies called the Power of Destruction, to destroy his family jewels. They regenerated, stupid fire regenerative powers, but he had been screaming like a little child over their destruction.
As she made her way towards the smooth curving building that was the Potter Le Fay Corporation Headquarters, she walked down Jaeger Avenue. One either side of the road, Rias saw statues of every Jaeger and either side of the statue were the statues of the Rangers that had piloted them. Every single Jaeger that had been around was here on the Avenue, remembered in full. She spotted several Japanese Jaegers, flushing a bit as she remembered fawning over them like some lovestruck teenager over a handsome boy.
She stopped in front of the statue of Crimson Typhoon, looking at it with respect. Crimson had saved Osaka a year before the War ended after Japan lost its Jaegers, the three pilots having held back the category three Kaiju "Yamato-soreusa". She and her class at Kuoh Academy had gone to Osaka and were in a kaiju bunker for most of that trip until they had been let out and they saw Crimson Typhoon standing over the dead body of the Kaiju. That was the first and last time Rias saw Crimson Typhoon in person, after that, it had been destroyed in Tokyo bay.
She bowed her head to the Jaeger statue before walking up to the doors of the P.L.F., entering the building before heading to the front desk. A young woman sat behind a counter, who looked up as she approached.
"Witch, non-magical or some other magical denomination?" She asked kindly, making Rias pause before she answered.
"M-Magical," She said, "I...uhm, don't want it said here but I have a rather important issue only someone with immense magical power can handle."
The woman nodded, "I see, how bad are we talking here?"
Rias showed her the contract or tried to but the woman grabbed her wrist and shook her head, "No, keep it hidden, we're going directly to the top."
"H-how?" She started to ask before she was dragged/led to an elevator.
"Demon's blood," The receptionist said in a whisper, "isn't something that is done normally unless they mean business. Its almost as bad as blood quills, both are extremely dark artifacts that do not belong in this realm or any other."
Rias was silent at that as the Elevator doors closed and the woman hit a button, sending them up. Rias finally got a good look at the woman and couldn't help but blush as red as her own hair. Before her was a literal goddess, Hair as red as freshly shed blood, emerald green eyes that glowed with divine light. Her body was voluptuous, curves everywhere and a bust that made Akeno's or any other Devil seem small in comparison yet still looked perfect on her body. Long, sensual legs, wide hips, the entire works!
Rias was brought out of her stupor as she was pulled along an empty corridor that ended in a single door. She opened it and Rias looked around the room quickly. Multiple televisions were set up on either side of the room, the right side showing the activities of the various Titans on the Planet. The left side showed all the Shatterdomes and the Jaegers on deployment, many Rias could name easily.
"Son," The woman said in a quick manner, "We got a Demon blood contract, the worst kind."
The man stood up, rushing over to Rias in a manner that spoke of controlled outrage.
He held out his hand, palm open, "Contract."
Rias handed it over without any resistance, like she was obeying royalty, "H-here."
The man closed his hand around it before the parchment started to smoke, then burn. Blue flames devoured the contract before a screech filled the room, like something was dying. Rias backed away as she felt fear enter her body, like something was looking at her from another realm, accusing her of bringing it harm. The feeling vanished as the woman pulled the devil against her own body, peace immediately filling her while driving that alien and utterly foriegn feeling away.
The contract finally turned to ash before becoming nothing, the feeling leaving the room. Rias then let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding inside of her. She looked at the man before feeling her heart skip several beats. Piercing emerald green eyes, raven black hair, a devilishly handsome face. He was Lucifer damned Gorgeous!
"Hello," He said with an easy smile, melting Rias's heart, "I'm Harry Potter, head of the P.L.F. Corp. Please, lets have a seat and talk about how a devil came to me to end a demon blood signed contract, shall we?"
Rias could only nod, "O-of course, y-yes!"
The woman laughed musically, "Harry, dear, I think you hooked another one. I knew you shouldn't be trusted around the fairer sex."