So, big question, what if Akeno had a Brother, elder or younger it didn't really matter, but what if said Brother had two Special Sacred Gears? Would One or both be a Longinus, would he Have Divine Dividing and Boosted Gear? Or something not nearly as complicated as that? Read as You lezrn the greater intricacies of the Brother Akeno never actually had in cannon!

(Home of Baraqiel and Shuri Himejima)

Picture the Uchiha Clan Massacre for the Status of the House

It was Terrifying, Baraqiel stood stiff as a board as he watched the bloodied form of his son cradle his mother, tears and sobs could be heard Akeno had yelled at him while Baraqiel just took it and his son ignored it. Now Akeno had left screaming...leaving him and his son with Shuri's corpse. ''Lucian...'' Baraqiel said softly, as Lucan continues to sob. ''Lucian...We need to go.'' Says Baraqiel more forcefully.

''Can we bury her at least?'' Lucian chokes out.

''Yes.'' Says Baraqiel, a small tear escaping him.

Here lies Shuri Himejima,

Beloved Wife,

Dearest Mother,

Murdered by her own uncle,

May her soul find eternal rest,

and may the family she left behind avenge and honor her

''They'll die father, I'm going to kill them all. I swear it.'' Lucian promises darkly.

''Lucian, how did you get that blood? And without a single scratch on you?''Baraqiel asks.

''The Spear and Swords, but even that couldn't save her.'' Says Lucian sadly.

''Lucian, there is no Spear or Swords.'' Says a baffled Baraqiel. His son breathes deeply with a deep sigh before holding his hand out as a Giant Holy Spear flickers into his hand, he turns and Baraqiel gasps as he see's the True Longinus in his son's hand. Another deep sigh, and Baraqiel turns and see's dozens of Swords in the ground, Demon Swords, while ahead of these are a mountain of Swords, in fact its mountain of Holy Sword ends if nothing else.

''They helped defend Akeno and...mom. The Fire helped too, as well as the Magic and Magic Dragon.'' Says Lucian.

''I think we need to go see Azazel.'' Says Baraqiel gruffly.

(Grigori HQ, Underworld)

Lucian sat outside the office his father had entered, across from was a Silver-haired boy there as well. ''What they'd get you in for?'' He asks.

''Mom was killed, I killed the men responsible, The Spear and Swords helped, as did the Fire, Magic, and Magic Dragon. Sister left screaming, Dad brought me here.'' Lucian states.

''Wish I could do that, my dad beat me because I out powered him. Names Vali.'' Says the boy.

''Lucian...Lucian Himejima. Son of Baraqiel.'' Says Lucian.

''Baraqiel? Isn't he a Cadre? The Fallen Angel called the Lightning God?'' Asks Vali.

''Yeah, that's him, hard to think of him like that. But yeah, that's my dad.'' Says Lucian, cheerfully, despite that however, the cheer is a hollow one.

''Want to go spar? Haven't got much else to do?'' Asks Vali.

''Sure, Dad's got no sense of time when work is concerned.'' Says Lucian.

(Meanwhile, in Azazel's office)

Azazel was hard as steel, not out of arousal, but out of sheer excitement. His own godson, Baraqiel's son, had access to the True Longinus, Blade Blacksmith, Sword Birth, Blaze Black Flare, Delete Field, and Shadow Prison based on Baraqiel's report. It was mind-boggling, while not uncommon, the number of Sacred Gears in his godson's hands was staggering. He had access to Three of the Four Vritra Gears, okay that was believable. He had access to the Demonic Sword Birth and Holy Blade Blacksmith, that was intriguing and strange but believable. He had access to the True Longinus, the Highest Sacred Gear and Strongest Longinus, lucky but believable. But all those together? The fuck was that possible? It was like Lucian was a Sacred Gear magnet. Suddenly, Azazel realised a mistake. ''Oh God, Vali's out there. If Lucian mentions these, Vali'll start a fight.'' Says Azazel standing up as he storms out the door. He sighs, because the seats are empty.

(Post-Spar)

Vali was clutching his side in pain, he'd took the Spear full on despite Albion's protests and warnings. The Lucifer Descendant had Severely underestimated. Of course the upside to it was he'd apparently found a worthy opponent now, one to keep him occupied until the Red One has awoken. And should the Red One prove a dissappointing foe, then this boy would prove himself otherwise. They were both nine years old, yet this boy when in battle acted like somebody three or four times that age, with that age multiplication accounting for years of battle experience. A bark of kaughter could be heard as the two turned to find Azazel laughing his ass off while Baraqiel looks between his son, Vali, and Azazel unsure what to think. This whole year had been weird, but the week had been weirdest of all.

Chapter End

This'll probably be the last story I churn out before getting back to my set tasks here, once those are done it's all gonna be up in the air, I'll try and keep them regularly active, but as I've stated previously, I'm one-armed, wheelchair-bound, and thoroughly in agony. See you Fallen Angsls later!

Oh and sorry for the much shorter start, I don't do prequels very well, even now I'm getting a headache just thinking about trying to write one, so sorry for that...