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Chapter 13. Nightmare V.S Destruction.
I nearly bust my own door down, so consumed with anger and utter rage. "He will pay, oh he will," I promised myself. My anger coloring everything in a crimson hue. Thankfully everyone was asleep so I didn't need to worry about hurting someone in this state of mind I have.
A small bark filled my ears and I looked down to see Grimble licking my shoes. Looking down in confusion I had no clue where he came from if I was in a better state of mind perhaps I would've guessed he just stayed behind my couch because he was nervous.
I lifted him up, my very being radiating with negative emotions and energy. Grimble just happily licked my mask, I removed my mask with mana and he continued to lick my face. My glare broke and my angered growl slowly turned into a smile. I started laughing as the negative energy that I had within was being drained by the little Grimm. I fell over and sat down, laughing my ass off.
"Good boy Grimble! Good boy! Ok, that's enough." I tried to say but between being licked by the puppy and trying not to get spit in my mouth, I couldn't say much. I tried to lift him off me but he squirmed out of my grip and continued licking me. I gave up after the fifth attempt, my arms rested by my sides as Grimble licked my face, and all the negative emotions, clean.
It took five minutes but he finally calmed down and rested on my lap. 'Grimble feels heavier than before.' I idly thought, glancing down I saw he was indeed bigger. Not by much but instead of looking like a newborn puppy he looked to be three months old. "Negative emotions are your superfood huh Grimble? I should take you to a heavy metal concert then." I tell the puppy, petting him. The puppy yawns and curls up in my lap, falling asleep right there.
I continue to pet him until I feel the actions of the day myself. My eyes grow heavy and I yawn, before I fall asleep I saw a screen telling me the long-awaited projects are done. Falling asleep was easy after that news, finally something is coming together.
I found myself back in my castle. Breathing in the crisp air I walk into one of my two new rooms. They were in between Bahamut's room and the treasury. The one closer to Bahamut's room held a dome with several cracks through it, the one closer to the treasury had a picture of a mechanical head with a singular glowing eye. "Took them long enough, now, give me Jaegers, and not the edgy teenager and his family!" I walked into the shatterdome door after that decree. I found myself in the shatterdome. Not the one from the sequel which was cool in its own right. Oh no, it's the original in all its glory. Large metal walls that enclosed the entire area, sparks from the engineers working on the lighting and other stuff I didn't even understand. People going from station to station working diligently on their own thing.
"It's identical to the one in the movie."
"Well, no duh Partner." Bahamut's said from behind me. Jumping out of shock I turn around to see Bahamut in his miniature FFXV form. "Jeez Bahamut! Don't just pop out of the ether like that." I told him, he simply laughed at me and walked next to me.
"Well I wanted to see the castle outside my old cage, and I saw a chance to mess with you..so I took it."
"Ugh. Of course, you would."
"What does that mean partner?!"
"Who said it meant anything?" I asked coyly. Smirking at Bahamut's deadpan expression, I just chuckled as did he.
"So this is our new benefactor?" A new voice asked, walking towards us was the badass leader of the Shatterdome and the Jaeger units. The one, the only, Stacker Pentecost. Played by Idris Elba. 'Observe'
Stacker Pentecost
Titles: Badass human. Ranger commander.
Level: Same as your ding dong. He Stacks to your level….I'm not apologizing.
"Yes, I am. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Pentecost." I say without fangirling. Which was so f'fing difficult! He shook my hand and I tried not to squeal like a rabid fanboy, which I am since I love both movies.
"If I may speak freely sir, I didn't expect someone so young to be the sole benefactor of our little resistance," Stacker told me.
"While I may be young, I can definitely provide for your resistance. Though I must ask, where are the Jaegers?" I asked him, noticing a distinct lack of the mechanical titans. Stacker smiled and snapped his fingers, the ceiling opened as eight helicopters brought in two Jaegers. The OG Gypsy danger and Obsidian Fury. This time I squealed like a little girl. I love these jaegers so much!
"Your patron gave us Obsidian Fury without the kaiju being apart of it. Says it was compensation of two of your games not existing in this world." Stacker told me. My jaw dropped, Ragnarok did this because my Destiny games weren't here! That's incredible!
...To incredible.
"What's the catch?" I ask dryly because there is no way in hell he did this out of the goodness of his heart. I'm not dumb, nor am I gullible, enough to believe that.
"He said they would be borderline useless as they are now in the world your in," Stacker told me, I take a deep breath. I walk to the far side of the Shatterdome and scream in pure rage.
"Does he always do this?" Stacker asked Bahamut. My supernatural hearing picking up on their conversation.
"Only when he feels cheated out of something," Bahamut told him, giving me a thumbs up. I sweat drop, my anger replaced with annoyance before fading out completely. I walk back to Stacker, much calmer than before.
"So how much money will it take to bring those two Jaegers up to the fighting capabilities of gods in my world."
"An astronomical amount of money. I'm not sure you can fund such a-where did you get that sack?" Pentecost asked me. I pulled a burlap sack out of my inventory, I went to my money in my inventory and drained a third of it into the sack. It exploded from the force as money continued coming out like they were shot out of a machine gun. Strangely they lined up in perfect stacks of thousands of lien into a pyramid, which quickly became bigger than Giza.
The seemingly endless flow stopped at the halfway point of the third money pyramid. Stacker and everyone who was looking stared at the magical money that came from my inventory. Then back to me, then back to the money, and back to me. "Will that works Mr. Pentecost?" I asked him.
"Are you sure you don't want to make a new Jaeger with that money instead of updating these two?"
"Can I do both?" I ask him. He looked at my money pyramids again.
"I can promise all three will be useful for a long time and could fight against lesser gods," Stacker promised. I raised an eyebrow. What did he mean by lesser gods?
"I mean the greeks, some of the Norse, and etc." He tells me. I nod and then authorize him to use all the money to make exactly that. I had an idea and pulled out another money pyramid.
"This one is specifically for funding my original one and bringing it so it can kill anything," I tell him, putting a sticky note near the bottom to remind people of that, truthfully nobody would see it but I hoped they would know better.
"That one will take time, a good five months minimum. The other two can be brought up to speed within a month." Stacker informed me, I sigh but go along with it. I'm patient, not as patient as I would like, but if it's for Jaegers I will wait. I saluted Stacker and left, thoughts abuzz with all forms of thoughts on what I can and can't do. 'How much time I have until the crap hits the fan? How many people can I reliably know that can fight equal to me?' These and many more thoughts swirled in my mind.
I walk out the door, Bahamut next to me. We went into the next room. The vibe was completely different than the shatterdome. It was much more relaxed than the world ending vibe of the shatterdome. The people lingered about, some were playing cards with each other as others played basketball. Using a warped hunk of steel as a hoop. I'm not surprised, their mercs. As long as they're not on the job or their lives aren't in danger they couldn't care less about the outside world. 'However….it's so filthy in here!' I think, my eye twitching. There is trash everywhere! Dirt and dust were everywhere that the trash wasn't! Pigsties were cleaner than this place!
"Cleanse with fire," I say aloud, my hands sparking. Bahamut smacked me upside the head when he heard me.
"It's not that dirty." He tries to tell me, then a rat literally runs across the floor. I incinerate it instantly. The lazy bums finally notice me and stand at attention. I raise a twitching eyebrow and wordlessly gesture to all of the trash. They get the meaning and instantly start cleaning the place. Turning to see something else than endless filth I saw a sanctuary of clean. I grew my wings and flew over there, yeah I wasn't gonna touch the ground. I touched down on the ultra-clean surface of the flight deck, sighing in sweet relief. This is so much better!
"Oh sweet lord this feels so much-" I stopped myself when I saw a very familiar AC in the corner of the room. Spinning on my heel I ran to it to confirm my suspicions and as I got closer it became clear I was right. Onyx and scarlet-orange paint covered the Ac, onyx on the armored pieces and scarlet-orange on the metallic underbelly and wires hidden under the armor. Decals of ACs that fought it and lost decorated the AC like medals on a war veteran. Taking off my gauntlets I glide my hand over each one, each of them a hard fought battle that was won by the skin of their teeth. Soon my hand brushed over a decal that didn't exist until it was made. A hexagon with twin scythes converging near the bottom, the scythe's were blood red. The hexagon itself was a pearl white, standing out clearly against the onyx or scarlet orange coloring. The decal was placed in three spots, four if I count the location is mirrored on both arms.
One was on the left leg, it was smaller than the others. It was on a piece of metal that reminds me of a samurai's shoulder plate. Right above a decal took from a fellow mercenary who enjoyed fire just a bit too much. The second one was on the back of the arm unit, it was sitting on the edge and the hexagon had to bend to make it work, creating a diagonal line over what little armor and cut off at the scarlet-orange metal that refused to have a decal on it for whatever reason. It was mirrored on the other arm.
The final one was on the head of the AC itself. The hexagon's white line could barely be seen at the bottom of the chin, the person who made it had enlarged the decal so it was much bigger than the head. The reason he did this was so the scythes could cover the eyes of the mech, yet due to how sensitive the controls were the decal wouldn't stay on the eyes so the scythes were moved to just under the eyes, the crossed weapons were almost a mask, or I guess warpaint would be more appropriate.
A name was inscribed right on the chest of the AC. "Chariot." I read, smiling as I remember wracking my mind on what name would suit such a great piece of hardware. Before I could go to deep in my memories I saw a sticky note under the chin that was certainly not there before I started to examine my AC.
"I wasn't gonna let this rust in the deep web, right now it's rather useless but hopefully you can make it a true chariot of death. Good luck, your gonna need it." I read aloud. Glancing back at my AC I Observe it.
AC Chariot.
Bio: A much weaker AC than what is normally possible to build. Due to when the creator of this AC built it the parts to make it was second hand at best. Yet in spite of that this AC has destroyed countless others that were supposedly superior to it. Destroyed massive weapons of lightning and missiles within moments without an ultimate weapon. Have fought against armies alone and walked out leaving behind twisted metal and husks of dead bodies with only Gatling guns, a handful of non-tracking missiles, and a battle rifle. In the correct pilot's hands, it may eventually be able to slay ancient beings.
Effects: Due to it being made and controlled by a far to stubborn fool it can withstand seven hits that would've been fatal otherwise. It increases it's pilot's level by a multiple of 3.5.
I smile and dismiss the screen. I go to walk away but I glance back.
"I do want to see what's it like to pilot this big guy." I murmur, I did make it after all and I should see how it functions. I would need it later for….fighting kokabiel or maybe one of the worm gods. I should know how to work it now instead of being utterly confused and try and figure it out during a battle. So..Spinning on my heel I walked back to my AC and climbed in. Had to open a latch open the back, cool. I crawled in and sat down in a nice black leather chair, it felt like a cloud. I flipped some switches and the inside lit up.
It was filled with multiple flashing lights. Two joysticks on either side of a console, on the joysticks, were two red buttons, probably to fire the right and left main weapons. In between, they were three buttons. Thankfully they're labeled..kinda. Two had the letters SHW and RECO, which I figured were abbreviations for shoulder weapon and recon drones. Weirdly, they're right next to each other, guess that explains why in the game when I wanted to shoot the shoulder weapon I accidentally nailed them, with a recon drone! I'm still mad about that. Moving onto the third and biggest button was labeled Booster.
"Why didn't they make all the buttons bigger?! It's not like there isn't enough room on the console! This is just bad design, what idiot made this-oh wait." I cut myself off, facepalming as I had insulted myself, I was the one who made it after all.
"I'm just gonna move this thing." I sigh in defeat, moving the right joystick forwards just caused me to look down at its feet. Moving the left one must propel it forwards then, so I pushed on the left stick and saw the AC knee itself in the head because I had forgotten to move the AC's head up. I sat there in awe of my stupidity as I heard a quiet clanging sound.
"I'm a moron." I groan in defeat, this was just too stupid. Sitting there for a moment I moved the knee back down and pulled the head upright. I hit the boost button and the rockets ignite as it glides across the clean floor. 'Why didn't I do that earlier.' I sigh mentally. Moving around the area I got bored and went looking for the firing range.
"Hey! Dickhead! What the hell do you think you're doing in that AC? That's the boss's your drunk idiot!" The wait was that Rosary? Also, who's she calling drunk?! I'm not swaying the mech, though I did knee myself in the head...so I guess it would be fair if she thought I was drunk based off that.
"Hey, genius respond so I can yell at you properly!" Rosary demanded, damn, she really doesn't like it when someone keeps her waiting. Glancing around the cockpit I saw a few unflipped switches by my elbow. Flipping them on I sigh.
"Did you just sigh you bastard! Your the one piloting the boss's AC. So if anyone should be sighing it's me-" She ranted at me, I tuned her out. I raised an eyebrow at a rather nice idea, I'm gonna enjoy myself a little too much with this. I chose to stay silent, turning the Chariot around and saw the firing range. Unfortunately, it's in the dirt-infested wastelands. My boredom outweighed my inner neat freak so I went towards it, purposely ignoring Rosary who was still ranting in my ear about something or another.
I skated over to the shooting range….and sat there. I just realized I have no idea how to bring out my guns. Hell, I don't even know how to jump with the thing. There isn't exactly a jump button labeled here.
'That or I'm missing it.' I thought, glancing down at the left joystick I try and pull it and sure enough it moves up just enough for another button. Labeled jump & hove. 'My hunch was right.' I thought with a smirk. Pushing the joystick down I lightly tapped on the left trigger and a thin laser created a small dot on the back of the wall. All was silent as I readjusted my aim, a reticle formed in the screen and showed the numbers I knew all too well. Before anyone could speak I fired three fully powered laser shots and hit three bullseyes. Not perfect bullseyes but still, I was good.
'I so do enjoy my intelligence stat some days, and today is one of those days.' I thought as I formed countless calculations in my head and fired my laser rifle, melting the perfect center of the targets. Switching to the right weapon, aka Gatling gun. I fired it up and mowed down the remaining targets. Accuracy wasn't that much of a priority for this weapon. Just general awareness of where they are.
"Damn, that's some fine shooting for a drunk merc." Rosary finally said, a little awe in her voice.
"Oh? What about a sober reaper?" I asked her, finally speaking. I could feel her shock through the comms. I simply smirked and continued to mow down targets. Laser rifle and Gatling gun working in harmony to bring sweet, sweet, destruction upon the targets. After a moment or two of stunned silence, she finally spoke up.
"So you're the boss? Your shorter than I would've thought."
"I guess so. Also, I'm not short!" I answer. Not exactly understanding my role in this mercenary group, also not liking being called short of all things. I just continue using my AC to shoot down targets. Boredom was inevitable if you only do one thing, and I refuse to let using a mech be boring. So I dropped it off at the oasis of clean.
"Maybe I'll actually be able to see what Rosary looks like." I murmur, noticing the floor was less of a pigsty, I sigh in relief and walk on the floor. The tile cracked under my boots, oops. 'Guess that section was fragile for some reason.' I think, glancing down I see an emblem I never saw in the game. A heart with red curled thorns inside it. 'Strange.' I think, plopping it in my inventory and walking towards
"Yo, can you hear me now count edgelord?" Rosary suddenly asks I glance around and I couldn't see her. My starts twitching when I understood what she asked.
"I am not an edgelord!" I yell in defiance. I don't have a sword bigger than my ego, I don't use overly edgy weapons often. I'm not an f'fing edgelord!
"The black armor, a dark robe that is also a hood, and mask tell a different story. That and you are ridiculously sun bleached." She points my outfit and why it could make me seem like an edgelord. I'm most certainly am not an edgelord though. I twitch, more than a little annoyed.
"I, am not an edgelord. I may dress like one, but that's because I'm a paranoid bastard." I tell her, glancing around everyone looked at me like I was insane. I was just confused.
"Your the only who can hear me by the by. Also talking to the voices in your head is already the first sign of insanity." Rosary told me in a sly voice.
"What?!" I yell in confusion, how could she-! I don't-! Gah! 'This doesn't feel like telepathy, it's like she's talking in my ear.' I think in the silence of my mind, glancing around for anyone else who could hear her.
"Hey, you still listening boss? Or are you checked out at the edgy inn?" She asked I regress the urge to twitch and focus on the actual sound itself. It sounds like she's right next to me, but that's obviously not the case. 'So what is?' I question, closing my eyes and trying to feel her mana. All living things have mana, it's a staple of all fantasy and video game series. I could sense and even 'see' the mana after a while of concentration. It's not one of the Gamer skills, it's kinda like magic circles for me. It's natural and there is no need for a skill that's as ordinary to me as breathing.
"Now, where are you?" I murmur, turning my head around. Seeing the mana of the random mercs, not too impressive. I briefly saw my partner's mana and I was glad he was on my side. It was a tower of dark that pierced through the ceiling and if I had to take a guess, the sky of my Sovereign Land. 'Not the best name, but I can't call it a throne world. Not after the hive and my deal with Xol.' I thought. Moving over his massive mana tower I saw a person's silhouette of mana right next to me. The silhouette was female but other than that I couldn't tell what she looked like or how long her hair even was.
"What. The. Fuck? Where's your body?" I murmur just loud enough for her to hear. How can she have a mana flow but nobody? That doesn't make sense.
"My creators didn't think I needed a body and I became a voice in the ace pilot's head. The only piece of me they ever made and showed the pilot was my emblem. You picked it up, and thus I can talk to you outside your AC." She tells me quietly.
"But hey, it's not to bad. At least I'm not an edgelord like you." She laughs. Breaking the tone she herself set.
"I'm not an edgelord!" I say, frustrated. Not only did she destroy the mood but now I'm seen as crazy! I'm not the crazy one! She's the ghost person, sorta ghost person...well she has mana flow which technically makes her alive but she doesn't have a body.
"Note to self, find a way to preserve bodies of supernatural enemies." I murmur under your breath. She caught my murmurs.
"Why would you need bodies? You into some creepy shi-" I tried to karate chop her for even insinuating that. Ugh, just, ugh. I glared her down, I think, hard to tell without a face to glare at.
"No you idiot, I meant I would get you an actual body. One that wouldn't be needed anymore." I whisper that last half under my breath. Sketchy yes, useful, undeniably so. However, I'm nearly broke for a Gamer, as in I have less than a billion yen in my pocket and I still haven't the foggiest idea if that's a lot in Japan or not. The snacks I get Koneko when we hang out cost a thousand yen each! Sometimes double that, so about a billion yen won't last. Not in this world at least. Bahamut finally came over and pulled me to the side. Guess he had enough of me talking to nothing from his perspective
"Who are you talking too?" He asked me, I could actually see he was concerned for me. Yikes, it really isn't good in any world to be talking to yourself is it?
"Rose, her creators didn't give her a body but an emblem instead and when I picked it up I can hear her, and she is annoying." It felt like someone swiped at me but the hit didn't connect, no, it just went through. Hah! I can't touch you, and you can't touch me. 'Thank god she's not like the dark souls ghosts. I would prefer to avoid stealing and eating hands to protect myself from ghosts for now.' I thought, shuddering a little. Yeah, I'm probably never gonna play dark souls for a good while if not ever again.
Bahamut had that blank stare of "what the fuck?" rather common in this world now that I think about it, as are large tits. Suddenly getting smacked with perv slap was quite the strange feeling, especially since I had forgotten I even made that skill. Oh, how painful the back of my head will be when I actually get lucky in this world, or for me, refuse anyone until I'm absolutely certain I can completely trust them one hundred percent. If I can't, my little secret about being a Gamer stays with me and I can't see a romantic relationship starting off with a subject like that buried under the rug.
"So...she's a ghost?"
"Yes."
"So how do we get her a body?"
"I was thinking like a body preservation lab or something along those lines," I explain to Bahamut, who took on a thinking stance before rapid firing more possible solutions.
"While a good idea, how would you preserve the body if the supernaturals have a very rude tendency to explode into feathers, embers or what not?"
"I would guess that the Gamer ability would just send the body to the lab and just let it sit there."
"Would it do it automatically or at your discretion?"
"Huh, I didn't think of that. I guess it could be automatically or manually and if it's manually then that would just be annoying." I murmured, using this moment to think of possible alternatives.
"Okay, okay hold up! You two are going just a bit too fast for me." Rose said I imagined dizzy spirals where her eyes would be if she had a body. Otherwise, I ignored her and Bahamut couldn't hear her quite yet.
"Perhaps a cloning facility would be better," Bahamut suggested and I smiled a mad smile.
"Oh that could work very well, if we need to say off someone or do it by accident we could clone them and they would be our spy on the inside. However...wouldn't they retain their memories and personality except under our control?" After I asked this Bahamut just smirked.
"We could easily delete their memories and personality while in the process of programming them, making the perfect body for our resident ghost," Bahamut explained. I went over it in my mind, yes that could work very well.
"Well, I guess it's a cloning facility then. How much will it be to research and then build?" I ask Bahamut, I hadn't checked the research lab in a while and I doubted I would be allowed in after that several month long project. Still, need to make Wanzers and Gundams though, they're definitely top of the list. Until I learn how to make the Bunker, once that research project rolls up I don't care if I need to fight all the maous as a level one with a broken sword, I will get it.
'Those androids are both precious and must be protected at all costs, especially 9S and 2B! Yet are also powerful allies I can always have at my disposal.' Bahamut finally looked up from whatever he was looking at, I think it was a magic tablet, and looked a bit...nervous?
"Well it is there but so is the Bunker, one would cost fifty million yen, the other would be all your money, your immortal soul and a funion bag. I'll let you guess which is which." He deadpanned. It was obvious which one was more expensive but the Bunker couldn't cost all that could it? Bahamut looked like he read my thoughts and gave me a tablet(Aha! I knew it!) he pulled from the abyss of sorcery….god I miss Fairy Tail.
"Now let's see…..wow…...you were not kidding at all." Was all I could say after seeing so many zeros. It may as well have cost what Bahamut had said, though the funion bag was a bit specific, and yes that's the part that I find unreasonable. It costs 45 billion yen! And that's to start the production, it takes another 50 billion for production and finalizing materials. So yeah, it's fucking expensive.
"And with that marked for death by Oryx's bastard of a son, he'll hoard all my money and exp until I take his head for a hood ornament, which I will do with great pleasure." I murmur murderously, the last part more so.
"Focus on the cloning lab and nothing else. I'm running out of funds and I can't resupply until we go god hunting later." I tell Bahamut, he nods and walks off. I try and follow him but the moment I step out the door I woke up in my room.
Blinking in confusion, then annoyance, and finally acceptance I got out of bed. Stretching until I heard something pop felt good for this specific morning. Poking my head downstairs I didn't see anyone else here, the only guest who's supposed to be here is Murayama and she's the only other person awake. Well until Lilly woke up, walking out her room rubbing her eye. Grimble barked happily and ran upstairs and leaped on me. To stop the puppy from breaking all its poor little bones I grab him just before he lands.
I pick him up and he licks my chin and a little bit of mask. Noticing in the corner of my eye I saw Lilly now wide awake just vibrating with excitement at the puppy. Grimble turned his head to look at the vibrating bundle of pure joy and smiled at Lilly and tried to lick her.
"Ooh! A puppy! When did you get him?! Can I hold him?" She rapidly asked me. I answered just as rapidly.
"Yes, it is a puppy. Yesterday, he hid behind the couch because he was nervous. Yes, you can hold him but once your downstairs so if you drop him he doesn't hurt himself on the stairs." I told her. She nodded rapidly and flew down, I actually glided down the stairs. My wings rubbing against the walls and even making me briefly stuck since the larger ones got trapped behind me. I facepalmed, turned off my wings for a brief moment, turned them back on and glided down the last three steps nicely. Ruined the whole thing but I at least saved some of it, if Lilly's clapping was any indication.
"So cool!" She said excitedly. I pat her head and gently give Grimble to Lilly, who nearly dropped him from his weight alone but managed to hold the puppy. I took a quick photo of the two when Grimble looked up and licked her. It was too adorable not to!
"So what's his name?" Surprisingly Murayama asked, putting away her phone as well.
"Grimble," I tell them, smirking under the mask just a little. I felt clever for the name, they didn't get it. Not yet at least.
"Did you name him Grimble because he's small like a thimble?" Lilly cutely asked. I rubbed her head. While I would've taken because he's a grimm, this works as well.
"Well aren't you a smart little one," I say smiling. Lilly beams up at me and somehow hugs my leg while holding little Grimble.
"Thanks, big bro! I wanna be smart like you." She says in a way only a little kid can say. 'Is it possible for Gamers to get diabetes? Because this is too sweet and precious!' I say in my mind, bending down to give Lilly a proper hug. It was warm and sweet. Breakfast progressed as per the norm, I make shit they eat it with a gusto. Now with Grimble laying near either Lilly or me at all times. Murayama checks the clock and goes to school, I normally wouldn't go but for two reasons I decided today would be a good day to go to the academy.
One was I remember from the show that today's the day the church duo goes to Rias and the gang to ask if they are in cahoots with the fallen. It's all political jargon, but if I don't know political jargon than I could be used as a puppet and I'm no one's puppet. That's the first and arguably more important reason, the second is because thanks to a text I got from issie I'm actually expected there since I'm technically a leader of the area. Also something I forgot, how do I take tax money from this conquest menu. I'm the leader of the city, I should get a cut of the taxes for research...into giant fighting robots and androids…..yeah I think I understand why there isn't an option to collect taxes cause I would probably cause a recession from wanting to collect all the taxes at once.
As I walked out my home, after saying bye to Lilly, I remembered what the duo did, more Xenovia than Irina but still, caused me to cringe at the thought of how I would react. I couldn't exactly grab Xenovia by the throat, throw her out the window and reduce her to a pile of mush because she asked Asia to fall on her sword. I would probably really, really want to, but I won't. I'm not sirzechs after all, Issie will handle...by losing their duel. My hand slides on my face as I groan at the memory of their rather brutal defeat from the anime. Issei's a bit stronger here than he is in canon, his full control of balance breaker is proof of that, but I don't think that will be allowed in their 'friendly duel'. As for Kiba…..I can't say I care much about the blonde fool or if he'll win or not.
'He always came off as a Gary Stu to me, just that besides the arc we're in, he loved by the females in this world and the one I come from. He's not really punished for what happens besides a spanking which while painful doesn't seem all that appropriate since he went rogue for several episodes because of vengeance.' I think while rolling my eyes. Though I bonk myself on the head, I shake my head. I personally don't like his character but I can see objectively why he's liked by the general audience, and since he's real now his story isn't just some writing on a script anymore so I should show some genuine sympathy for his situation.
"Well, at least I can help when the fat bastard rolls on stage, maybe I'll have him pinned while Kiba enacts all forms of vengeance upon Valper? Though doesn't he spare him?" I question louder than I really should've, though no one was around nor could I sense any magic seals so I felt somewhat comfortable talking allowed.
"Still don't understand why he chose to do that, was it because he refused to be just like him? Either way, I think that Kokabiel nukes him which might be why I instantly liked him as a villain. Still, though, will I be able to fight against him and win? He's comparable to sirzechs but is said to one of the weaker leaders of the Grigori. I'll figure something out, might be a good chance to farm light affinity though." I noted, walking up to the gate of the academy. I opened it and went through, checking my phone for any additional texts. Only one saying the meeting will start after school so I just had to be patient...I hate waiting when it comes to RPG events.
I tuck my phone away and sit under the cherry tree and tried to get some rest, something tells me I'll need it. I doze off under the peaceful scenery of red cherry blossoms in full bloom, it didn't feel like I was asleep for long before somebody sat on my lap. I squinted in annoyance but imagine my surprise when I see it's actually Koneko munching on a snack. I can't exactly push her off me, I was too tired for that and I didn't feel like being thrown around, so I tried to go back to sleep. It didn't last because the crinkle of the plastic from her snacks woke me up every five or so minutes.
After the fifth time that happened, I said screw it, I picked her up by the scruff of her shirt and plopped her next to me. I gave her a deadpan look through my mask.
"Why did you sit on me? I'm not part of the bench." I say dryly, she just shrugs.
"Because." She monotoned. I raised an eyebrow, expecting more of an answer, but after a moment and her returning to her snack I took a wild guess and figured that was the reason.
"When is that meeting starting anyway? The one with the Excalibur duo?" Yes, I'm calling them that and no one can stop me. Koneko just checked her phone for the time while I stretched out my suspiciously stiff limbs.
"About nowish," Koneko answered flatly. I froze before kicking up and on the ground. Crap! No wonder my legs were so stiff!
"No time to lose them!" I say quickly before growing my wings and flying off towards their clubhouse, I didn't even notice the slight weight on my back until I had already landed outside the clubhouse. Koneko hopped off my back and walked inside while I was processing I became someone's ride without permission. Sighing I ran inside…..only to find out we were the only ones here.
"Didn't you say the meeting was supposed to be happening right about now?" I ask Koneko, my eyes twitching behind my mask. She just sat on the couch and continued to munch on her snack.
"I said nowish, as in around this time." Koneko deadpanned. I just stood in the middle of the room for a few moments before sitting down on the couch opposite to her. I tried to catch some more sleep but her crinkling that damn plastic kept me from falling asleep. So I just played on my phone, it was at this point it hit me that I might be able to watch some anime with this phone. I shrugged and pulled some headphones from my 'pocket' and laid back and watched some mediocre anime. Three episodes of knights and magic later and the whole crew was here. Though when I was about to put my phone away I noticed Rias looking over my shoulder.
"What are you doing ?" I asked her. She blushed when she was found out.
"Well, I was wondering what you were watching, also my name is Rias. Rias, not Ms. Gremory." She emphasized the last part, to that I just raised an unseen eyebrow but shrugged.
"Whatever you say Ms. Gremory," I say, enjoying myself just a tad too much.
"My name is Rias!" She definitely wants me to call her by her first name. Weird, but all devils are weird and they call me by my first name without honorifics. That and while I do love messing with people, I can't keep doing it to these people. Others are fair game.
"Alright, Rias." I finally said her first name and she nodded in victory, her servants were trying not to laugh at their master's reaction. Though the humor died the moment Xenovia and Irina came in. 'This is going to be just peachy.' I think to myself sarcastically.
"Hey, Issie! Hey Mo-Mo!" Irina greeted us with her usual enthusiasm. Issie smiles and waves while I did something similar, though my eyes were on those Excaliburs of there's. The joys of masks, no one can tell what you're thinking and can barely tell where you're looking.
"You know them?" Kiba asked us, suspicious for a reason I couldn't care less about. 'Play nice Mores.' I tell myself. I sigh.
"She's a childhood friend of ours," I tell them, Issie explains the details while I messed with my phone. Trying to figure out something more about this thing. The meeting progressed as per canon, though I moved to lean on the wall, I was my own party technically. So I couldn't exactly sit with either of them, or I can? Politics in the supernatural realm or weird.
It was about this time that Irina and Xenovia were about to leave when surprise, surprise, Xenovia recognized Asia. Here we go.
"I was wondering if coming to this meeting would've led us to you. Your Asia Argento aren't you?" Xenovia asked.
"Um, yes," Asia answered, oh boy. I start to slowly move over to get in between the four of them.
"I guess I should've expected a witch here." Xenovia said coldly. Asia was, of course, upset by this as I made my way forwards, just in case things don't go exactly as cannon foretold.
"Oh! I heard you were kicked out because you had the power to heal fallen angels and devils, and that you actually used it once. You must be pretty strong, I didn't expect you to become a devil." Irina said smiling, not noticing how it was affecting Asia. Hearing it in the flesh I still can't tell if Irina meant it as a compliment or not.
"Well..I..uh...I guess so." Asia said quietly, by this point even Issie picked up what might happen.
"Okay, I think you guys said enough. You are upsetting her," issie told them. Xenovia didn't care, Irina looked a bit conflicted. I was basically already in between them. Bahamut and I were definitely mad but I held the both of us back before we did something stupid.
"I don't think I've said enough. She went from being a saint to being a devil, that's about as far as you can fall." Xenovia kept talking and Asia became more and more upset. {She's making her upset, why do you hold us back?} Bahamut asked me, I just replied with. 'We could start a war with the church if we kill her, one of the church's golden girls. I won't risk that.' I tell him. Though I really, really felt like fighting.
"That's enough! Why don't you take that crap and get out of here!" Issie told them, Koneko held him back from doing something equally stupid.
"Do you still believe in Him, Asia?" Xenovia asked. Irina refused to say anything but it was over her face, of course, she couldn't believe she was a devil now. Normally I'd commend her self-control and realization that saying stuff like that could escalate the problem. However, Asia could read her face as well as I could and so could Xenovia.
"That doesn't always mean what you think it does. Some devil's hearts remain pious in the midst of their own selfish betrayal. She seems like she could be one of them." Xenovia said.
"Really? Is it true Asia?" Irina asked. Though she glanced towards me and, she must've recognized that I was angry, because she quickly tried to diffuse the situation.
"Because if so that's great. That means you might become an angel yourself." Irina said with a smile, trying to diffuse the mood, and my shortening one.
"Yes, I've never been able to let go. I've believed in God this whole time." Asia whimpered, crying a little. Bahamut wanted blood, I was starting to seethe dark but I pulled it back and kept the bottle closed. Irina saw this and knew she had to do something.
"How about we come back later Xenovia? We can always talk to Asia about the road to heaven and forgiveness another time." Irina tried one last time. Sadly Xenovia ignored her.
"Then allow us to execute you this instant." Xenovia said. I stood in between Asia and Xenovia, my dark element trying so hard to lash out at this 'paragon' of the light. Yet I kept it down, I suppressed it but my shadow began to slowly creep up my back.
"That is enough," I told Xenovia. I could feel my eyes growing redder by the moment. My shadow continually growing towards my arm. I was mad but I held myself back, barely but still.
"Mr. Angel. Are you-" Asia tried to ask but I stopped her.
"I'm fine," I tell her, not sure whether I'm lying or not. Irina looked worried but I gave her a reassuring nod, I wasn't gonna lash out. Not now.
"Mr. Angel?" Xenovia asked, obviously confused by my nickname. I just nodded, keeping a sword ready in my inventory to pull out. I didn't think I would need it but hey, I was never good at guessing outcomes.
"Yes! He's my friend and what I always imagined angels to be like. Kind, Caring and helpful." Asia declared, no longer sad. I just smiled, though Xenovia looked quite the opposite of happy.
"He is no angel! He is an imposter, a creature of death and darkness. Now that doesn't sound like an angel to me." Xenovia said, glaring at me. Irina was all sorts of worried and got in between the both of us.
"Xenovia! Calm down, he's my friend. So just take a breath to relax." Irina tells Xenovia in a serious voice, a rarity for her since she's almost always cheerful in some manner or another. Xenovia was a little shocked about Irina being somewhat serious. She looked to back down so I did too.
"I believe that is enough berating my servant and her friend." Rias finally said. Standing up. I quietly sigh in relief, okay. The darkness that would've reached my arms slunk back into my shadow. I walk right past Xenovia and sit on the couch. After this they began what I've always called, the utterly destroy them duels. Kiba fulfilled this role perfectly, as he was beaten exactly as he was in canon. Completely and utterly, Irina's and Issie's fight was closer. Until he landed dress break, destroyed her clothes and ended up getting smacked by a large hammer. I passed her the robe she took off, now that I'm thinking about it.
"Why the hell are you two dressed in latex of all things? The robes I can understand but latex rubber?" I seriously needed to know why. Irina just shrugged.
"I'm not sure. I thought I heard one time it was supposed to help with repelling demonic magic but obviously, it wasn't for that." Irina said, looking at the tattered remains of her suit.
"I'm guessing they never expected a perverted enough devil who could create a spell capable of destroying only women's clothing of all things," I tell her. That'll be one for the scientists. 'Hey guys, there's someone who can destroy clothing! We need to figure out a counter quick, or we'll all be damned for lust!' I thought with some form of amusement. Though that amusement was cut short of Xenovia walking in front of me and pointing Excalibur destruction in me. Reacting on instinct I pulled out my own Excalibur from the void.
"I was right." Xenovia whispered. I just raised an eyebrow, what was she planning?
"Xenovia?! What the heck?" Irina demanded. She didn't like I had a holy sword in my face.
"He has a fragment of Excalibur, and one of the stolen ones to boot." Xenovia said, keeping her blade pointed at me. I already knew this but I had kept this a secret until I found a good excuse. Unfortunately, I still don't have one.
"How do you have that?!" Kiba demanded, having heard seen the Excalibur again. I refused to answer.
"Well, say something." Xenovia told me, her blade inching closer. I stopped it by brushing the blade up, shockwaves followed my blade until it disconnected. The focused energy was sent skyward with a massive boom.
"No. I do not answer to a dog of the church." I told her, my inflection and tone emotionless.
"In that case." She plunged the blade into the ground, creating a crater.
"I challenge you to a duel. I win, I take back what is rightfully heaven's property." Xenovia declared, staring me straight in the eye. I just smiled and stood up.
"Well then. By that right, if you lose, then your Excalibur is mine." I said with a serpentine smile. My mask blocked most of it, but my dark element seemed willing. {accept you foolish pawn of the church. Let us crush you.} Bahamut added in my mind, I just nodded to him. Xenovia took my nod as one of arrogance and she just scowled.
"Yes, I am a warrior of a church and my word is my bond." She tells me. I just smile and hop over, Nightmare gleaming for some reason, perhaps it's just as excited for a smackdown as I was.
"However, this isn't a good battleground. I'll fix that. Deadzone, stillborn." I cast, snapping my fingers and we were in the desert of destroyed souls. Xenovia's eyes widened and she looked around. I created a magic circle in the meantime to let those who were outside to look inside. Gotta love magic circles, making my life so useful.
"Where did you take us reaper?" Xenovia asked me. I just smiled.
"A more appropriate battleground, that way we don't level any buildings," I tell her, holding Nightmare in a pseudo stance. I didn't know much about swordsmen techniques but I do know this. The pointy bit goes towards the opponent, and that's all I need to know.
[BGM Make a Move Begin]
There's my cue. Xenovia got into her stance and I charged. I dashed forwards, she brought her blade down and I swung mine up. Shockwaves sent dust flying. I try and push her back but she pushes me back! She breaks our stalemate and swung her blade toward my throat.
I ducked under it and backed up, but she charged straight for me, lobing chunks of dust at me with her sword. They created a smoke screen that I couldn't see through. My instincts screamed at me, behind me! 'She's fast. Or I got slower.' I thought, turning around I barely blocked the holy sword. Grunting as my hand shook under the constant shockwaves I kicked her away, She flew over the desert. My left arm wouldn't stop shaking, not until I smacked it against my side.
"She's good. So much for this being easy." I murmured. Hearing a great explosion I saw a mushroom cloud of dust and a pissed Xenovia coming straight at me. Tapping into the power of Nightmare I replicated myself and sent the clone to run away. It worked and Xenovia steered towards him.
"Get back here coward!" She yelled, landing right on top of the double, creating a big smoke screen. Now she was the one in the dark, I sprouted my wings and flew into the dust. I focused on trying to listen for her footsteps, the crunch of the sand. Even her breathing.
I dropped myself and landed right on top of her. We clashed again, but now the force of the shockwave was on her side. Smirking I clear the screen with gusts of wind.
"Got you," I smirk, my dark element crawling back up, this time I didn't stop it. I landed on my feet and pressed my attack, my swings were wild and random. She blocked every last one, but I was pushing her back. She gritted her teeth as the shockwaves of destruction were used against her. Using my control of shadows I made her trip on her own shadow, she slipped and began to fall. Her guard was down and I raised my sword and plunged down.
The blade halted upon a bright blue handle, chains of light hold the edge of the sword back. She swings Destruction at me, I barely brought Nightmare up to block in time. The shockwaves this time felt far, far stronger and sent me flying. Using my wings I recovered and landed. Looking up I only had the glint of steel as my warning. I brought up my blade and found two pressing down. The ash cratered and I barely held her back.
"So that's Durandal, it's smaller than I imagined," I say, grunting at keeping her back. It's a legendary blade alright, it made her a helluva lot stronger. Her shadow, with a little help, catapulted her away and I backed up. Fighting head on is not gonna do me any more good. 'What can I do? I can't exactly use Willbreaker, I would break in the process of swinging that thing. Though using it as a shield, that could interesting' I thought to myself. Sadly I wasn't given an answer as she came back. I began to dodge, I can't face her directly, so using her shadow I shackled her arms to the ground. Jumping up I collected as much fire and chaos elemental power as possible, this becoming a red sun, and I chucked it down on her. Unfortunately, the fire burned away her shackles and she used Durandal to cut my mini sun in two.
"Shit." I curse. I will not lose to her. As she jumps at me I glance at my Excalibur. I forced my dark affinity into the blade. It didn't refuse, rather, it gladly devoured the dark. The blade erupted in onyx and golden rays. The blade's color shifted dramatically, now an elegant onyx with crimson red on the guard. An amber yellow swirl on the blade, to show there was still a murmur of light in the blade.
"You heretic! How dare you corrupt an Excalibur!" She screamed at me, swinging both blades at once. I just stared in awe of the new sword I created. With one mighty swing, I stopped Durandal cold and grabbed destruction with my hand. The shockwaves threatened to rip my arm apart. Yet, I just smiled in the agony.
"Corruption." I called forward the same darkness that 'corrupted' Nightmare. Black veins of darkness latched onto Destruction and pumped the dark element inside the blade. The tendrils looked similar to the ones Cinder used to drain the fall maiden. Strange. Xenovia freaked out and moved Durandal to cut away the veins of dark, but she left her flank completely exposed. I swung the pommel of Nightmare into the side of her skull, she shouted in pain as gravity reintroduced itself, harshly at that.
"I think I'll call this, True Nightmare. What do you think?" The blade answered in morse code. It liked the name. I dive bombed into the ground just in time to block Durandal. She stabbed Destruction into the ground, making a wave of destroyed souls to break my guard. I stand my ground against the shifting the ground.
"Corruption." I cast once again, black tendrils latched onto Destruction, unlike True Nightmare, this Excalibur became much weaker the more edge, I mean darkness, I pump into it. Interesting, that explains why I can block Durandal with only one holy blade, well, sorta holy. It multiplies based on the number of Excaliburs or the strength of said Excalibur, it's wielder is holding. I don't which, to be honest. Interesting all the same though. Xenovia elbows me away, simultaneously breaking the tendrils I had created. I recovered in the air and blocked her sudden attack, using both blades this time, I felt a small murmur of a shockwave, but it was nothing compared to the others.
I push her back, kneeing her in the face. She stumbled but brought Destruction up to block my overhead swing. I just smirk, she thrusts Durandal forwards and I sucked in my gut just enough to avoid being skewered. She swings Destruction at me but I smack it aside with True Nightmare like I would a child swinging a foam sword. It held the same impact as one. She walks back as I pressed forward, swinging true nightmare madly. Destruction was her shield but it couldn't defend her from the return, which I used to lightly cut her on the cheeks.
She roared at me drawing a few specks of blood and swung Destruction overhead. I instinctively block and by the time I realize it was a faint she thrust forwards with Durandal again, this time it grazed my side and cut me. It burned, I'm no devil but I guess I must count as a creature of darkness to this thing. I growl and continue my animalistic attack, ducking under Durandal I slide under her legs and attempt to slice her heels, but she just barely jumps away, only leaving a small cut where I wanted a crippling wound. She slammed Destruction onto me, I felt it's weight more than I felt its blade. It impacted my spine and had me gasping, glancing up she was already thrusting down with Durandal. My shadow pulled me away just in time and flung me at her, we clash once more.
I break the clash by kicking her forwards, I dashed forwards and used an illusion to make it look like I was holding two blades. She fell for it again and slammed both holy swords onto me, trying to block a sword that didn't exist. I slip through the gap between her the two blades and smack the pommel in her nose, breaking it. She recoils and sweeps my legs out from under me with Destruction. Durandal comes back down and I redirect it to my shoulder instead. It cuts through my armor and burns at my skin. Hissing and steaming, I refuse to show any form of pain other than a less than pleasant glare. I leverage my sword and popped hers out of my shoulder. A quick use of healing magic and my shoulder was good as new. She returns my glare with one of her own and we continue our spar, which is becoming more and more a dance of death.
Our blades crash into each other, mine at reckless speeds, hers at a deliberate and knowing pace. Brute strength was not my biggest strength, yet here I am trying to force my way past her and it worked in some ways. Though in others she refused to give. I try and corrupt her Destruction but she always moves away just in time. 'She won't fall for the same thing twice.' I growl mentally, dashing forwards I brought my blade up and slam it down onto her. Durandal blocks my path and Destruction rises to meet me. I smack it aside with my bare hands, not even noticing the pitiful shockwaves it gave out anymore. The sound of metal screeching against metal was heard as I slid down back on my feet, I was using both hands now to slowly push her back. Destruction goes for my head but my own shadow blocked it. It was so weak now.
"The only sword that's a threat now is Durandal, without it, you'd be done. Your little Excalibur is nothing more than a toy now." I tell her, trying not to growl it out. This fight was getting old fast, it wasn't supposed to be this long but no...Durandal somehow has the capacity to make her stronger. That certainly wasn't in the anime, damn Ragnorak for wanting this fight to be longer, I bet he's getting a kick out of this.
Xenovia certainly didn't take to kindly to my words, she snarled and headbutted me. I was only pushed back as I wipe away the blood from her nose.
"Die you demon!" She swung both blades at my throat. I blocked Durandal but Destruction came for my throat, it couldn't cut me but the other holy blade could, and I'd rather not think what it could do to me with a fatal wound. So I reacted more on instinct than critical thought and instead of blocking the blade with my free hand like I've done for most of the fight I brought out Willbreaker. A large boom of all forms of energy formed at the clash of both legendary weapons and the subsequent aftermath of that clash. The shards of a legendary weapon float in between us, drifting on the remaining winds of the explosion. We were both extremely shocked, I knew it was possible I just didn't expect to see it with my own eyes. Excalibur Destruction, or what was left of it, was nothing more than a jagged handle as it's shards littered the sands of souls. A small square of fabric resided in the center of the pieces and the moment I picked it up; the handle in Xenovia's grasp fell to dust to join the dessert as did the remaining shards. Surprisingly she got over her shock before I did and howled in rage. She swung Durandal at my throat while my sword was down. I couldn't block it in time, however, I didn't feel anything.
"Not now!" Xenovia yelled in frustration as her blade refused to decapitate me. Taking advantage of this lapse in control I sweep her legs and at the same time disarming her of Durandal, which sunk in the sands next to me. Using True Nightmare's illusion I made it look like I still held my blade at her throat when in actuality I turned to Durandal. Dropping the piece of parchment I grasp it's handle and pull on the holy blade and it comes up. It doesn't resist, it feels natural in my grasp. Though I did suddenly feel slightly weaker when I held it. 'Observe' I scan the blade.
Durandal. Legendary holy sword.
It is considered an equal to the original Excalibur, and while there is truth to that, it would need to be held by someone just as powerful as King Arthur to be considered an equal. It relies on the power of the user being sufficient enough to draw out its true strength. Otherwise, it is no different than any other holy blade. Multiplies the user's power based on their original light alignment. Current multiplier. .95
Level requirement: 200 to control without resistance.
Light affinity requirement: 10,000 to be on par with Excalibur.
Ahh, so I was wrong on both accounts, also no wonder I felt weaker! this thing weakened me since I don't even have 100 in light affinity. Whereas Darkness is one of my strongest affinities. Not a good fit for me, not yet at least. Glancing back at Xenovia, she still held up the brave facade but I could tell she was shellshocked and barely keeping it together, and me taking both weapons would no doubt be the straw that breaks the camel's back. So with great reluctance, I put the sword back into the sand, the illusion breaking as I walk away with the parchment.
[Bgm End]
"The deal was I would take one sword, not two. Deadzone collapse." I say, snapping my fingers for effect as we were brought back to our dimension. As I turned away to walk I saw a screen asking if I wanted to reforge the Excalibur I shattered. I pressed yes, Death's Arsenal activated and sucked in the parchment into my magic circle. A handle erupted from the circle and I pulled, Destruction erupted from the magic circle. Still steaming from the forge.
"Neat," I say aloud, ignoring the flabbergasted looks of everyone around me. Though Kiba marched up at me, with hatred in his eyes. Oh boy.
"Why in the satans name-" Irina covered her ears at that part. "- would you reforge that holy sword after you just broke it?!" Kiba demanded of me. I just glanced at Rias who was still in shock at my little trick. Rolling my eyes I dismissed the dark in Nightmare, returning it back to its normal form. Just realized how much mana that takes up.
"Because a broken sword is worthless to me," I tell him, he just turned an interesting shade of crimson. As he was about to yell at me I stop him with a raised hand.
"What I do with them is none of your concern, they are my property and I will decide what I do with them," I tell him straight out.
"They destroyed my life and ended countless others! They deserve to be destroyed!" Kiba yelled at me. I just walked past him.
"I don't care. I couldn't care less in fact. Your history with them doesn't concern me at all, nor will I let it concern me. These are my property now and I will do with them whatever I please, and right now, they're better than in one piece than pieces." I say, cutting off what little of an argument we had. I could tell he was angry but as I said, I don't care. I heard him activating his gear and felt cold steel at the back of my neck.
"If you won't destroy those swords I will." Kiba coldly stated. Now that snapped Rias out of her own head.
"Kiba! That is going too far-"
"No." I interrupt Rias. She was stunned at how calm I sounded, his sword was no threat to me, nor was he. I simply turned around the sword now at the front of my throat and held Destruction in front of him.
"Go ahead. Try and destroy it." I challenged him. He nodded, dropping the sword from my throat. He created his holy light drainer sword, the name escapes me, and spread his sword's tendrils all over Destruction and tried to break it, but unlike mine, his tendrils exploded as did his sword. He growled and tried again, and again, and again. Each time growing more and more furious as he couldn't do what he dedicated his life to. It got to the point where he tried to grab the sword and slam it against the ground, unfortunately, he yelped as the holy sword burned his hands badly, making him drop it. I pick it up, inspect it for damages, which it suffered none. Not even a scratch. Implanting the sword into the dirt I pull my arm back and punch Kiba square in the face. Shattering his nose and causing him to fall on his self-entitled ass.
"Never point a sword at me again, and give up on your revenge, at least in terms of destroying Excalibur. Cause you proved you were incapable of doing even that." My voice relaxed from its murderous intent but I still glared at him with plenty of it. He refused to look at me and I left him to his thoughts, what few there may be. Rias held the expression I guessed she would have, angry about what I did and said, but she also knew I was well within the right to do so when Kiba put a blade to my neck.
"..well then. That happened." Irina said, going over to Xenovia.
"We should go. Thank you for your time, and Asia. Sorry for us being rude to you." Irina apologized on Xenovia's behalf. Asia just smiled and forgave them immediately. I also smiled a little, then I had a quest screen in front of me.
Side Quest obtained: Reforging the holiest of blades.
Reforge the original Excalibur. Claim a mighty weapon for yourself.
Quest steps.
Collect all pieces of Excalibur through any means. 2/7
Complete a ritual to fuse the blades into one.
Profit.
Rewards: True Excalibur and 100,000 light affinity.
Corruption. Active, level 1(0%). Mp cost 100 per second: A skill used by the agents of the dark. Is often used for nefarious purposes such as defiling sacred relics, but can also be used to help fellow creatures of the dark. Effect: differs on each item and person. Is basically random.
Of course, it is. A third screen popped into existence and it looked like it would give me some rewards for my successful duel but it was just the same message I got last night. That all my rewards were taken from me because I was marked for death by Crota. I snarl and hold back my murderous rage. 'Soon. Soon.' I tell myself, though to be honest, I have no clue when I will be able to slaughter than the prick of a prince. It will be glorious though.
Omake
[Pov shift to ?]
I still exist, why? Every day, every moment of my life is no more than torture for the bastard god who trapped me here. He banished me here so that my murderer could take all that is mine. Why? Why me? I just wanted to be well for my friend. I just wanted to be healthy for them. I don't deserve this torture, forced to watch but unable to interact. I only exist for his cruel amusement, he locked me up. They did this, they both did this...I hate them.
I hate them...I..hate them...I….please someone...anyone. Please.
"Help me." I cry out, my voice barely understandable, barely a whisper. Nobody would come, nobody will save me. I don't exist remember?
{Well that got dark, also this Omake is canon to the story. I'll let you guys guess who it is, though I'm sure by the time you read this message you'll have already figured it out. Tata my lovelies. Till next time.}