1-Not so Peaceful days of a Campione.
In truth, Godo just wanted to pick up some dinner from the Konbini and call it a day.
For the last fifty years God has been enjoying a long, very peaceful and well earned, vacation. After the end of the Devil Civil War, when they tried to inflame the previous host of the Red Dragon Emperor against the Anti-Satan Faction, Godo faked his own death against the Sacred Gear Host and vanished into the mortal world, traveling back to Japan and finding himself a cozy digs to lay down for a couple of centuries.
Kusanagi Godo, displaced Campione and the only of his kind; as Pandora and Epimeteo were not the same in this world, not even in a joke; was just a common Japanese average man, trying to made a living among the populous Kouh Town. Ironically, this city has changed hands more than once in those years and currently was propriety of the Gremory Clan of Devils. Godo and Sirzechs were friends in the past, not sure how the Satan would react to the news of him being alive, but it matters little, as Godo was enjoying a century long; halfway for the moment; vacation. Godo needed some time to recover from not only the bloody Devil Civil War, but from his own tragedies and the lost of the women that he loved more than his own life.
It was at the End of the Days, when the King of the End finally awoken and exterminate all Campiones, signaling the end of an era. Godo wanted to live, thank you, not to mention that the King of the End provoked enough natural disasters to forever change the world and their inhabitants. Godo was a bit cynical about his fellow humans, but still, torching the earth to the ground was not a solution. Anyhow, the King of the End declared a civil war among Campiones, as only one of them, the strongest, more capable of them would be able to face him in his palace of Pushpaka Vimana.
Godo was the last one standing, earning the right to fight that arrogant bastard of the King of the End, but the cost was high. From all the Campiones of his Era, two were, supposedly dead, one in coma, other wounded, and the rest lost in Madame Aisha [Fairy´s Corridor], possible somewhere in the past or even in an alternate world.
Godo killed Voban just after he shredded Alec to pieces, pity, Godo had promised the Black Prince Alec; after the fellow Campione stole some magical items from him and tried to kidnap Lucretia in front of his nose; that he would cut his left arm the next time they meet. Voban got Alec first and shredded him to pieces before the bloody thief could put one of his escaping tricks. After that, Godo pierced Voban´s soul with [Charge of the White Night], turning the giant werewolf that was the usual battle form of Voban, into dust.
Salvatore fall into a coma, as soon as Godo bashed his head; repeatedly; with [Mjolnir] for wounding Luo Hao. As prideful and relentless as the Chinese Campione was, she was not in any condition to face the King of the End in her state, and with reluctance, she retired along the others, when the castle of the King of the End, Viama, started to activate its defenses.
Taking Salvatore with them, as he was a dear friend, even if he was a complete moron half of the time; Madam Aisha opened a [Fairy´s Corridor] and took the survivors and left, leaving an enraged and pissed off Godo, more than in the mood for ripping the King of the End head off his shoulders and shove it up his ass. Ironically, it was precisely the trigger for the most dangerous Authority that Godo had in his arsenal, and Authority, that he had used before, fearing what could happen if he lost himself in the impossible power that it grant to him.
[Sin of Wrath], taken from a Heretic God that has taken the form of the Demon Sathanus. The manifestation of the sin of wrath. In essence, it conglomerated all his powers and divine essence, into one single entity of impossible rage and unstoppable might, turning him into a red behemoth of black wings and bipedal, bestial appearance, from whose red; almost like it was dripping blood constantly; body an aura of death and destruction emanated in the form of screeching and howling souls.
That was the depiction that Lancelot gave to him, as she was always with Godo, but she commented that any mortal would rip their own eyes before observing that form. The unfortunate side effect, was to die each time he used, only his [Bandages of the Merciful One] allowed him to resurrect back to live. Another good reason why Godo hated the bloody Authority, dying was never fun.
Godo hated this Authority as it turned him into a berserker, killing anything and anyone in his path, not giving three fucks about who was he destroying, truly it was the incarnation of mindless rage, and the perfect bullet to shot at the King of the End´s face when they faced each other, at the top of Viamana. Letting everything go, Godo submerged himself voluntarily in the blood pool that was the sigil of the Authority, abandoning all semblance of humanity and roaring at the King of the End surprised face, when the demon that he has turned him into, slashed his chest and made him bleed, his [Man of Steel] Authority, doing squat against the slashes of the brutal demon.
That was his last, conscious, memory of his old world, the surprised expression of the King of the End as he bled all over the floor of his palace. Even today, it made him smile with fondness, the King of the End has cost Godo too much, he lost everything, literally, as Godo discovered when he awoke in the middle of a barren and broken mountain, somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
His memory of the battle was a black screen, he had no idea of what the heck happened, however, as he saw no King of the End around, either he has won or he has died, this time for good. Honestly, he expected Pandora to come and slap him a couple of times for being a reckless moron, much like all her adopted children to be precise; but the barren lands that surrounded him were not the Netherworld, the usual place where she carries her conversation with her children.
Godo has to confess that when he discovered that he was in the Underworld, he become quite depressed, after all, he has always considered himself a relative good person; perhaps dense to the eleven and harem tendencies apart. Back in the day, someone told him that he was like a tiger, a Bengal tiger, a powerful creature that was lazy and pacific, until he is hungry of someone is stupid enough to pull his tail.
Godo dislike the comparison with a beast, but had to admit that it was quite accurate. He was not looking for fights, but by Pandora that he ended them. His harem always shocked their heads at his hypocrisy, how he claimed that he was a pacifist, and then charged the first into the battle, easily responding with merciless, brutal and crippling strength to any challenge.
Personally Godo blamed his Authorities for that, but he has to admit that he was a bit too stubborn for his own good. Heck, he denied he had a Harem until almost a year later that he realized that he did have one; he was a dense motherfucker like that.
He loved his girls?, with a passion, they are unique and exceptional, how a bloody bloke like him has managed to seduce; unconsciously, he might add, as he didn't have the slightest idea of what he has done right; such wonderful women was beyond him, but once he took his head out of his ass and realized and accepted his feeling for the girls, it was obvious that he had a harem.
Erica, the Diablo Rosso, his sweet blonde mischievous knight, Yuri, a Hime-Miko, always proper and kind, Liliana, a powerful knight, his snow fairy that loved romance books, Ena, holder of Ama-no-Murakumo, his savage and impossible to tame swordsmistress, Lucretia, the Witch of Sardinia, his overgrown magical kitten, Luo Hao, Empress of China, his elegant Empress, Annie, the masked Campione, his crazy redhead and almost at the end, Lancelot Du Lac, his white knight, whose real name was Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. Those were the women that had a hold in his heart, women that deserved far better than him and he will always call himself a fool for do not accept their feelings way sooner.
Godo has lost all of them except Lancelot, who was slumber in his left arm since they defeated the King of the End, Godo missed the white knight, she was a Goddess of Steel, and by that, her character was akin to the [Steel] that Godo has meet, meaning they were war oriented deities, usually with either arrogant or cold and calculative natures, who always tried to resolve their problems by the strength of arms.
Back in the past, Godo´s right arm would be occupied by Ama-no-Murakumo, but when he faced Rama, Godo sent the sword back to Ena, to protect her and the rest of his girl from whatever they could find, on wherever they have ended at the end of the [Fairy´s Corridor]. Sadness accompanied Godo for a long time, as he explored the Underworld, he missed his girls dearly, fortunately, the Underworld was at war with itself, as two Factions of Devils were trying to beat each others heads, trying to become the Rulers of the Underworld, and the constant fighting keep Godo out of his depression. Battle was one of the few things that he had left.
Taking a page of the book of Annie, Godo crafted himself a persona, taking attitudes and mannerism from all the persons that he has meet in his life, he hid his face under a Hanya mask, dress with a sharp red suit with white gloves and a black scaled cape covering his shoulders and back. Much to his horror, before he could even baptize the new persona, the Devils of the Old Satan Faction did for him.
A cohort of them tried to kill him and instead, he eviscerated them to shreds without even a sweat. He only had to take [Tyrfing] out of his [Dvergar Forge], his first and oldest Authority and the Devils were nothing but wheat to the harvest; the cursed sword of the Norse mythology was perfect for the job, the blade erupted in golden flames that guided Godo´s strikes into lethal wounds who would not heal unless some divine level magic is used on them. The sword sang a song of pure joy as it harvested the lives of hundreds of Devils, cutting flesh, bone, armor and all kind of magical protection like they were papermache.
The few survivors, absolutely terrified of him, baptized him as the Crimson Scourge, and run with the tails between their legs; those that had tails; back to their master to inform them of the appearance of the new, and powerful player that has slaughtered hundreds of Devils, from Low-class to supernatural monsters like Ogres, Minotaurs and the such, like they were nothing. They spoke about how his golden aura mixed with the crimson of his clothes and how they felt the presence of a primordial, a Devil of Sin.
Godo had no idea of all of this of course, camouflaged back as a Low-class devil, [Hypnosis] for the win to convince bureaucrats of anything he need, Godo was recruited into the armies of the Bael Clan, who were making a rush to consolidate the lands of the Clan and put and end to the constant invasion of the Leviathan Clan, even if the Leviathan were weakened for their loses at the Great War; a conflict between Fallen Angels, Devils and Angels; their armies of monsters were still numerous and their domain over the seas of the Underworld were totally undisputed.
As Godo, acting as a common soldier of the Clan; continued served the Bael and discovered more of the Underworld, he realized that this were devils, but not all of them were evil, frankly there was a world of difference there. However, as any other society in the universe, they had they own share of assholes and cretins that were convinced that they were the top dogs and the rest were nothing but imperfect beings that should be eliminated.
It was a shock to see that the vast majority of Devils, were pretty much, humans with extra appendages and powers, as higher he went in the hierarchy, he discovered variations, like devils that were more akin to the old depictions in the Bible and other mythological texts, but it was nothing but the shape-shifting powers of the Devils, a practice that was slowly growing out of use, specially as less and less Pure-blooded remains and powerful Devils keep dying in the battlefield.
The Crimson Scourge made a reputation for himself during all this convoluted times. At the beginning, Godo started to hunt down Low-Class Devils, criminals who he used magic to force the truth out of them, those that were nothing but poor sods trapped between the sword and the wall, he did not kill; those that were nothing but wasted of space, he feed them to his wolves and dragons.
Then he went after Middle-Class, pretty much doing the same and discovering that they were not that of a difference, then he started to hunt and kill High-Class Devils, founding them not a challenge, but amusing enough to be worthy of hunting, finally, Godo; always acting as the Crimson Scourge in these hunts; started to attack and challenge Ultimate Class Devils.
They were far more challenging than the other classes, not even a shadow of what was to face a Heretic God, but enough to make Godo feel that he was actually trying, specially against the Asmodeus and Beelzebub who had a deeper understanding of Devil magic and were always worthy of battle in battle of magic.
Godo had [Fimbulthr], an Authority that practically turned him into the Supreme Sorcerer, however that was in his old world. In this new world magic was incredible varied, Devil Magic, Human Magic, White, Black, Alchemy, heck, even Senjutsu, each one of them was completely different from the others and that made Godo smile, as he would always have something new to learn.
Anyhow, his strongly Norse based magic, started to call the attention of the Norse Pantheon, something that Godo preferred not to, so he started to study Devil Magic and realize that it was incredible easy, it was mostly about gave shape to the energy, through imagination and knowledge, and that would be it.
In order to keep his charade as the Crimson Scourge for a while longer, Godo started to use Devil Magic in all his battles, although it was just drastically empowered and chantless version of the spells that his girls taught him in his home dimension. The only magic that they refused to teach him was [Teaching], the spell on where knowledge was given through saliva, later; when he banged his head against the wall enough times to realize that he loved them; Lucretia had a lot of sexy fun "Teaching" Godo the spell, intense making out sessions, followed by sweet sex and morning magical lesson were some of the best memories that Godo had with Lucretia, who was a humanized version of a house cat, lazy and demanding, but he loved her dearly anyways.
Years passed and Godo, or better said, the Crimson Scourge, became a hero for the Anti-Satan Faction, a mysterious warrior that appeared out of nowhere and killed all the bad guys, before leaving as mysteriously as he appeared. Annie would be proud of him, Godo has no doubt of it. He became so famous that they even started to use his name to curse their enemies, May the Crimson Scourge hunt you!, became a popular saying among Devils that suffered at the hands of the Devils of the Old Satan Faction. As a common grunt, not even a Sargent after all these years, Godo found it incredible amusing.
Anyhow, the Civil War was already reaching an ending, the Old Satan Faction could not compete in power with the new Four Satans that ruled the Underworld, and slowly but steadily, they loose domains, until they were pushed to the corners of the Underworld, where no sane Devil approaches. Godo found himself boring quite easily, and falling back to his nostalgia, during all this time in the Underworld, he has not meet anyone that caught his fancy, like his lost lovers did.
Sure, it was not all that difficult for him to found a date or an occasional lover, war was a serious business and more than once, the warm of a nearby body was the only thing that keep the nightmares at bay; but there were little to none emotions involved in there.
Ironically, the Crimson Scourge had more luck in that department, as he has found a lot of interesting women, a lot of them had tried to eviscerate him first, but Godo always cursed his contrarian fetish; Tsunderes were his secret vice, along women that make their wooing as difficult as possible. The amount of problems that, that has brought to him was staggering, but what he could do?, Campione ares bloody irrational after all.
In fact, he was sure that Katarea Leviathan; or Kitty Katty as Godo called her to grind her gears; hated his guts with a passion and has offered a massive bounty for his genitals and his head in a silver platter. On the other hand, Serafall Leviathan was a total fan of the Crimson Scourge, and wanted to meet him, something that Godo runs like the plague; she will convince him to be the bad guy of a bad Magical Girl series of something, no thanks.
Anyhow, Godo abandoned his post as grunt, and took his persona of the Crimson Scourge more frequently, purging entire regions of the Underworld from the presence of the Old Satan Faction and destroying fortress and fleets of the armies of the Old Satan Faction all by himself, always vanishing after the destruction like he has never been there. In one of those occasions, he meet the Crimson Satan and after that, they did cultivate a strong friendship.
The Crimson Scourge was devastating the last bastion of the Asmodeus military forces and having a blast against a lad called Creuserey; he was not worthy of being called a challenge, but the variety and skill that the lad possessed manipulating his Devil magic was more than enough to make Godo smile under his mask and have a battle of spells.
Godo could vaporize him in one strike, but he wanted to have some fun, with the end of the Civil War, there is a shortage of powerful enemies to fight, at last, not without the excuse of the War, Godo didn't want to invade other realms in order to found a worthy opponent, not to mention that killing a God in this realm would have consequences far different that the ones of his original world.
Pandora´s [Circle of Usurpation] was not supporting in this dimension, so he was not sure if he could usurp any Authorities from defeated gods. In fact, the most similar thing that he has seen, was the different powers that the Clans of Devils possessed, like the Agares Clan [Time Manipulation] or the Balam Clan super strength and high magical resistance, but Godo has killed rogue elements of those Clans and he has not received any of their abilities, that would mean that unless he killed an original Satan; something impossible as there was none alive; he would not get any of the powers of the Clans. He could learn their magic without problems, and even emulate their characteristics up to a point, but he would never posses the [Power of Destruction] of the Bael Clan, for example. Godo has yet to kill any God to see if he could usurp any Authorities or powers at all.
As Godo, literally, kicked Creuserey ass into the horizon; the massive aura of the Crimson Satan, most commonly known as Sierzch Gremory, now Lucifer; made him shiver and smile. His instincts as Campione has erupted, telling him that there was a powerful rival just right there, someone that would made him broke a sweat, unfortunately, Sirzech was a good guy.
Godo has past the last years as a grunt in Gremory´s army and despite the atrocities that the war has inflicted on each sides, Godo has to admit that the Gremory lad was a good guy and only wanted to put an end to the absurdity of the Civil War. That and found his sweetheart, a lady called Grafia, who by the way, fought on the other faction of the war. It was Romeo and Julieta all over again, but Godo knew that when the heart wants, the heart wants and logic can go fuck itself.
Friendship over the corpses of the cretins that stood in their way to free Grafia and reunite her with Sirzechs, talk about an odd way to start a friendship. But it worked and the Crimson Scourge become another hero of the war, earning the respect of the Four Satans. Ironically, all the instincts of Godo spoke about butchering the four of them, that they were the only worthy preys in the fucking Underworld; not counting the divine regions like Hellheim, Tartaro, etc…; but Godo leashed his instincts and simply enjoy the recognition and adoration of the masses of Devils, along the respect of the top Four of the Underworld; never letting his mask off, of course, the mystic of the Crimson Scourge must be protected at all cost, Annie would understand, she did the same as Pluto Smith.
Anyhow, Godo was invited to the wedding of Sirzechs and Grafia; passing most of the time, dodging Serafall attempts to see under his mask and hiding with Ajuka from followers and sicopanths, who was a very nice fellow by the way, sharing an interest in creation; and after that he simply vanished into the Underworld, appearing and disappearing from sudden conflicts and the such, like the phantom the people believed he was.
Totally wrong, but Godo feel good paying homage to her lovers by being what they wanted him to be; he only lacked a magician association but he was not really in the mood of controlling any kind of organization, he was never a figurehead, instead he just let people live and when something tries to fuck his territory, he fucked back, hard and without lube. It worked in the past, when he was a greenhorn Campione, although Godo will admit that having an association like the History Compilation Committee, like Yuri and Ena had back at home, would be quite welcome.
But all good things had to end, and the Crimson Scourge meet his end at the hands of the last host of the Boosted Gear. Sacred Gears, Godo could barely believe such cheat codes hidden in the souls of humanity, but they were real, items that granted their possessors tremendous and powerful skills, abilities of gifts that could put them at part with Gods or; if the thing about the Longinus was true; even slaying them. Not even the Four Great Satans wanted to mess with Patron Gods like Indra or Zeus, they are not only powerful but complete bastards that would ruin your live and your brood to the eleven generation, just for a grudge.
One of the most dangerous Sacred Gear, even if it was not considered Top-Tier, was the Boosted Gear, containing the essence of a Divine Dragon called Ddraig; the Welsh Dragon of the Arthuric Legend; and that granted the holder to double its power each very few seconds. Godo had the bad luck of being in the way of the enraged, berserker like, host, when he entered in something called [Juggernaut Drive], meaning absurd amount of power, but at the cost of the host life, who will finally fall, when its life force is depleted. Not so different from his own [Sin of Wrath].
Using the excuse to vanish, making it look as if the Crimson Scourge and the host of the Booster Gear has killed each other, Godo traveled back to Japan, bought himself a nice, cozy home in a secluded piece of land in Kuoh city and kicked back and relaxed for the first time in a long time. He did feel bad for his friends, but the Crimson Scourge will surely be soon caught in all the cold war that comes after the Devil Civil War, alliances will be formed, ideas will be tossed around, fingers will be pointed and a lot of shit was ready to hit the fan. Godo did not want to provoke more headaches to his friends, so he just took the chance and disappeared, leaving behind a legend.
For the first decade, Godo employed all his time in crafting eternal sculptures of his lost home. Anyone, from lovers to rivals and enemies, was crafted in metal by Godo, taking full advantage of the divine crafting skills that [Dvergar Forge] granted him. It was his way of mourning, and knowing that he would live a long life, possible into the thousands years if he was not killed before, he could take his time. Although he did remember to keep up with the times, humanity was progressing at an astonishing rate and the last thing Godo need was to be left behind of the times.
Physically, he looked like he was in his late twenties, with a mixture of Caucasian and Asian features; product of the blood that he ingested the first time he dueled a [Heretic God], it granted him the physical power to stand against Verethragna and Melkarth, but changed his body forever, even after Pandora granted him the blessing of the Campione that supposedly cleaned up his body of impurities.
Standing over two meters tall, with the body of an Olympic swimmer, black hair, black eyes and sun kissed skin, Godo was indeed an attractive and handsome young man, betraying his real age, that should be around the eighties, if his calculations were indeed correct. But he lacked any reference to compare Underworld time with Earth time, specially with the Agares Clan [Time Manipulation] hitting him like a train, making him age faster, trying to debilitate him. Pity, much like the Ultimate Class Devils, age only made Campiones stronger, specially if they have collected a lot of Authorities in the process.
Time flies when you are having a good time, well, not exactly a good time, it was Godo´s way of coping and mourn his lost lovers, as he already knew that; without a bloody miracle; entering into the Dimensional Gap, with a humongous bloody red dragon patrolling the site, was totally impossible, Godo did not remember a shit about what happened after he disemboweled Rama in Vimana, but he was sure that the Great Red, was the one that has killed Rama and bitch slap him hard enough to land in the Underworld like a bloody meteorite. By Pandora, he was stranded in this world and there was little he could do about it.
In a burst of laughs, Godo though about praying Pandora for allowing Madam Aisha to open a [Fairy´s Corridor] into this crazy, yet wonderful, world, but at the same time, about eighty years has passed, all his lover would be older by now, unless Lucretia taught all the [Retain Youth], a spell that keep magicians and witches young and prolonged their lifespan by centuries.
It works like a charm on women, something that always puzzled the Magic Community. But even so, with near a hundred of years or so already gone, Godo feared that they may have forgotten him. It was a ridicule fear, sure, but Campiones are as emotionally vulnerable as your average mortal and those doubts nagged in the corner of the mind and heart of Godo.
Exploring the world took him another thirty years, sightseeing all kind of places and amassing quite the amount of rare items, books, Grimoires, weapons and the such, in enough quantity to force him to get back home in Japan, expand his home into a private basement the size of a small mall and store all his things there. Godo even created golems to always clean, protect and took care of his collection of artifacts and trinkets from all sides of the world; and a few Underworlds, Divine Worlds, etc, etc…
Mökkurkalfi; also known as Mooncalf, was originally a colossus of clay crafted by the Jotun, to help them fight the Aesir, but they lacked a heart big enough to animate it, trying with the heart of a mare, the colossus was way weaker than it should so they abandoned it in the middle of nowhere. Inspired by that tale, Godo created his own version of the original colossus, they will be as tall as a human, made of stone and gold, and will look like faceless, gender less, humans. Their bodies will be sturdy and bulky, with golden runes all over their bodies, absorbing magic and animating them. Godo baptized them as Möks, with the ö being pronounced as a u.
With fifteen Möks taking care of his house, it was always spotless and the collection protected and taking care off. The only downside was that the Möks, perfect attendants and helpers as they were, could not cook nothing beyond simple dishes, and more often than not, Godo found himself calling for take out and going outside for dinner. Not that he really had a problem with money, not only for the lucrative rewards that he collected from the Underworld; gold was gold no matter where; but for how he could sell minor pieces of his collection and get a nice sum for them. Still, he always made sure that the pieces that he sold, were absolute inoffensive.
And in one of those occasions on where he just walked to the nearest Konbini, picked up dinner and snacks, ready to eat them and call it a day, he found himself munching the edge of a chocolate bar, deadpanning at the shadows of an alley. Humanity never failed to disappointed him, it was weird that he has found more positive virtues in the bloody rulers of hell than in his neighborhoods?, frankly, Godo was about to baptize this world Mondo Bizarro.
For Godo, the night was as clear as the day; as he could see through the shadows and see how a wounded and crying ten year old little girl, was running for her dear life, bleeding on the floor of the city as several men and women hunted after her, tossing Shinto Magic at her. This was nuts, hunting a little girl like that, was something that serious ticked off Godo in the wrong ways. Specially after flashes of his past, on where Yukari; Yuri´s little sister and a fellow Hime-Miko; was almost killed by the hubris of Sun WuKong.
There was something supernatural on the girl, and not only her skills in Shinto Magic, that she was using to fend off the attackers with little to none success, something that resonated, albeit barely and in a distant and almost curious way, with [Bandages of the Merciful One], signaling her as perhaps part of the Angel Faction or...ah, had sense now, a girl with Fallen Angel blood or a Fallen Angel hiding in child appearance to caught her preys with the guard down. It was the former, otherwise the girl would have already taken flight and toss light spears after light spears at her attackers, instead, she could barely run and toss weak barriers and Shinto wards to her back, preventing the worse of the Shinto style barrage of spells.
Godo chewed on his snack, easily devouring it, crumpling the package and tossing it into a nearby trashcan; there was no reason to not be educated; and once the girl appeared under the right of the street lamp, a simple [Telekinesis] spell drag her to him, making her dodge a dangerous [Metal Talisman] that would have cut deeply. She blinked and suddenly realized that was; bridal style with one arm, as the other hand a full Konbini bag; in the arms of a man that was looking at her attacked with a frown. Even in her wounded and weakened state, that frown was utterly scary and she just kept her mouth shut and snuggled into his strong and warm chest.
"Sleep, little angel of dirty crown".She felt sleep almost in a second, even if the angel remark has hit too close to her heart, and failed to notice the Enochian embroidered bandaged that wrapped themselves around her wounds.
A bunch of men and women jumped from the shadows into the light, all of them dress like Shinto monks, with staffs, ofudas and all the paraphernalia. Frankly, their residual divine power was making Godo grow restless and that was never a good thing, specially when they were pointing their spells and weapons at him.
"Give us the abomination". Ordered the elder of the group with a gruff voice, that did little to hide the venom that he spitted in the word, abomination.
"Nay". Simply refused Godo, closing the girl to his chest and staring at them, slowly but gradually building up his power. The fact that these goons has not sensed it yet, show him, how little they are prepared to face a real threat. Honestly, Ena and Yuri would be ashamed of these priests.
"Then you will share her destiny". Coldly announced the elder priest with hate in his voice. "That abomination that share our blood must be eradicated, for the honor of the Clan".
"What kind of fool are you?". Raised an eyebrow Godo, totally ignoring the Shinto style spells that frizzle against his magical resistance, not coming even close to him. "Killing the daughter of a Fallen Angel?, you want the Grigori to fuck your entire clan and not in the good way?".
Now the monks tensed and the old man widened his eyes at the display of silent power that the young man has show them, rejecting their spells like they were a breeze and revealing that he knew about the Supernatural. This young man must die, otherwise, he would reveal the shame of the Himejima Clan and that was something intolerable.
They prepared to attack again, when a shadow moved from the back of the young man, soon, before their amazed and scared eyes, a giant snake of purple scales, with a head more akin to a dragon that a snake, rested its head on the floor at the left of the young man. The cold, reptilian eyes of the beast observed them like a predator.
Subtle, quiet growls and claw scratches on the floor reveled the presence of wolves surrounding them from the shadows at their sides and behind them. Not Japanese wolves, more akin to foxes in shape, but western wolves, of black, gray, white and even golden fur, each one of them easily reaching the waist of an adult and way bulkier than any of them.
The old man was about to give an order to attack, when his heart almost stopped at the sudden waves of power; pure, undiluted and divine without a doubt; that washed over them for a second, all of them were unable to move, terrified beyond words at he eyes of the young man, those have become golden orbs of coldness, that pierced their souls with its stare. Nothing in this world would have made them more happy than being able to run, run as far as they could, but far from those golden eyes that burned their souls and minds.
"Scram". Snorted Godo and the wolves opened a path for the monks to run if they wanted, something that they did without missing a beat, they were not prepared at all to face a monster like this, this was beyond anything they have ever saw.
The old man resisted a few seconds, turned between his desire to run and his desire to kill both the abomination and the monster that he had in front of him, but at the end, he has to surrender to the inevitable, and it was that he didn't have the slightest possibility of doing any of those things, not without an army of Clan members or even support of the other families or even minor Kamis. Finally, he turned around and run along the rest of the assassins, unable to look at the golden eyes of the young man.
The old man´s hate and fear battled in his heart, could he be a stray devil?, or a Sacred Gear user?, seeing the wolves and giant snake combination, he didn't know what to think, maybe he was even a dragon, young and arrogant, but powerful enough to be a danger to anything under a Dai-Yokai or a powerful exorcist. The old man was not going to forget such and offense and he would be sure to keep tabs on the strange man.
Meanwhile, Godo couldn't care less about all that jazz, and was far more preoccupied about what the heck he was going to do with the little girl. He couldn't keep her, he was not her family, err...well, he was better than her family all things consider, but Godo was an abhorrent parent, well, not that he had any experience on that front, even if he was the big brother, Shizuka bossed him around at her pleasure, not to mention that the only experience he had with little girls; by Pandora that sounded so wrong; was with Hikari, and the little sister of Yuri had a crush on him, the size of the bloody Tokyo tower.
Mentally debating and panicking with himself, Godo sighed and let his summon vanish, the Wolves disappeared in the light of the lamps, and the giant snake fused with the earth like it was water; leaving Godo alone in the street, still with his Konbini bag in one hand, and a frown etched in his features. Well, he could always bring her home, treat her wounds, although the bandages should have surely healed her completely by that point, tuck her into a bed on the still unused guest rooms, letting her sleep for the rest of the night in a safe place.
Once she is safe, he would have dinner in peace and mentally debate with himself about what on earth he could do about it. He was not an orphanage, even if it was evident that the girl has been living by herself a bit, how?, is something that Godo didn't want to delve deep into; just in case he found something…unpleasant and vaporized half the town in disgust; and it was clear that she was capable of defending herself, Godo was not prepared to took care of her, nothing in his long live has prepared him for something like that, by Pandora, he has been taking care off himself for more than half a century, he didn't have the slightest idea of what on earth he would have to do.
So lost was in his own debate, that he suddenly realized that he has been standing in the same place for who knows how long, frowning and staring at the walls of the street. Not precisely his best moment, Godo has to confess for himself, if his girls saw him right now, they would either panicking about who was the mother or chastising him for being an idiot. Sighing again, Godo started to walk in the direction of his house, but he has not walked two streets afar, when his senses picked two people walking in his direction.
After decades in the Underworld, he would pick the sensation of a Gremory even in his sleep and right now, two Gremory Devils were coming his way; only one of them seems to be in a rush. With a bit of magic, a little [Clairvoyance] trick that he picked up from the Devil Magic, he could easily saw trough great distances and could observe an energetic redhead cute girl dragging an older man by the hand. The man was a powerful Devil and the girl was almost a female version of a chibi Sirzechs, did the old horny dog finally knock up Grafia?, well, he was happy for both of them, a child would wonders for them and God realized how fucking hypocrite was he being right there.
"Come on, Granduncle Heinrich, you are a slowpoke". Childishly protest the chibi-gremory dragging the older man with her, she was dressed in a very cute white and black dress with a tiny cape that protected her from the cold night, the old man, on the other hand was covered with a big brown coat with magical sigils on the cloth.
Both Devils, chibi-Lucifer a pure-blood no doubt, and the other were constantly emanating magical energy as a passive defense and sonar, at this point it was clear that the older one has detected Godo and was subtly guiding the girl to meet him. Godo flared his own Devil magic a little, so the old man could see that there was another Devil nearby and he didn't want anymore problems for the night.
The strange duo found Godo and his little cargo waiting patiently in a corner, sighing and only waiting for this bloody night to end. Godo only wanted dinner, really, had he just known, he would have order take out, and then the girl in his arms would have being slain.
Godo sighed and mentally chastised himself for being a rude fool, the girl was innocent and his laziness was not worthy that sacrifice. Perhaps that was one of the reason why Pandora liked him so much, he did not assume immediately that everybody and everything were at his bloody disposal just because he was a Campione.
The world has been spinning around just fine without him and will continue spinning equally fine when he will not be around. Harsh lesson, but something that most powerful beings should take to the heart. Well, except that flying lizard of the Dimensional Gap, he couldn't care less about the bloody world, he is happy on the Dimensional Gap.
"Hi, I´m Rias". Waved the Chibi-Lucifer with a beaming smile, she was really adorable, she had the same crimson hair of Sirzechs and blue eyes full of the innocence of the youth. "Who are you?".
"Kusanagi Godo". Smiled back Godo to the Chibi-Gremory, Rias, cute name, Grafia´s idea for sure. "Nice to meet you, Rias".
She smiled, content of meeting a new person, Rias always has been quite protected by his family and meeting new people was always a great experience for her; specially in the human world, she loved Japan!, it was so full of great things, like anime, action figurines and the such. She never understood why Grandpa grumbled like a sleeping bear each time she bought another wonderful figurine.
"Greetings Kusanagi-san". Greet the older man, always ready to protect the little girl at a second notice. Godo recognized another veteran of the Civil War, and the older man seems that recognized him as a veteran too, so a mutual understanding was reached in a second. "I am Heinrich Cornelius Aggripa, humble servant of the Gremory Clan".
"Kusanagi Godo, kicked out of the Bael army for being too weak for their standards". Smiled Godo with dark humor and Heinrich rose an eyebrow, weak his wrinkled ass, the magical energy of Godo was the strongest he has ever feel since his Master´s son, Sirzech.
"Ey, who is the sleeping girl?". Get close Rias to the sleeping Akeno.
"Someone in serious need of a home". Sighed Godo, not really knowing what to do with the poor mixed blood. "Her clan consider her little more than a stain in the face of the planet and they have tried to kill her tonight". Grunted Godo, explaining the situation to Heinrich whose face saddened, it was not the first time something like that occurred, specially among the Pure Blood families who were always tried to demonstrate who was the biggest dog in the kennel.
"That's terrible". Gasped Rias. "And terrible unfair, that´s it, I have decided, the Gremory Clan will adopt her".
"Wait, what?". Blinked Godo, astonished for the words of the Chibi-Lucifer, it was like seeing Sirzech doing a stupidity; a wonderful and good intended stupidity. What a blast from the past.
"Lady Rias, I don't think that is a good idea, she is not even a Devil". Advised Heinrich, already more than accustom to the outburst of the Gremory family, frankly, like father, like daughter.
"I don't care, I will not leave her to the wolves, besides, I would love to have a friend back at home, I am so lonely sometimes". Here they come, the infamous puppy eyes. One has to admit that Rias could pull them like a bloody pro, Heinrich was defenseless against them and fall in a second, sighing and tiredly saying whatever the Lady wishes.
Godo was in the verge of laugh his ass off of the poor man; he has been at the receiving end of that bloody technique several times, specially when Hikari wanted something of him or Yuri, it was a terrible female vile, that few could withstand, and the poor Heinrich was not one of them.
"Then, please took care of her". Extended Godo the girl, who mumbled and tried to grip his shirt, snuggling into his chest, protesting for the lack of warm and comfort. Godo giggled and subtly retreated his bandages, they have already dealt with the worst of the wounds and now, it was just a matter of leaving her sleep comfortably.
Unfortunately for Godo, as he was distracted by the mixed blood and the questions of Rias, he didn't notice how Heinrich saw the bandages and widened his eyes in recognition, but before Godo could pick up the shocked expression of the man, Heinrich recovered his tired expression and picked up the sleeping girl.
"Ey, Ey, Kusanagi-san", asked Rias Godo, dragging his shirt a little. "What´s her name?".
"I have no idea". Shrugged Godo, and it was the truth, he didn't ask and the priest just called her abomination; something that he was not going to call her at all. "I just call her the little angel of dirty crown".
"That´s not a name, but I like it, is cute and poetic". Smiled Rias.
"It honors you that you helped her". Said Heinrich that has picked up the subtle angel and dirty hidden hint about the ancestry of the girl, that would another headache, but fortunately, it was not his problem, his Master would deliberate what to do with the news.
"I couldn't let her die, not if I had a say in the matter". Shrugged Godo, not really giving too much credit to that idea.
He was not going to let those bastards assassinate a child, just because she had Fallen Angel blood; that was stupid and short sighted, honestly, a girl with holy power in her blood?, that is a bloody boon at the time of cleaning evil spirits for Pandora´s sake. Mondo Bizarro and its crazy ideas.
Soon Heinrich took both the sleeping girls and Rias who waved enthusiastically to Godo, happy of meeting such an interesting person, before a [Magic Circle] of the Gremory Clan transported them to the Train station that made the travel between Underworld and Earth.
Godo was alone again, and it was something good, he would have been a horrible caretaker of the little girl, he was not prepared for such a massive step; and he knew that the Gremory mini-Sirzechs will be a girl of her world and would take good care of the mixed blood girl. Sirzech´s family was quite odd for being a family of Devils, but alas, Devil and Evil were Not the same thing in this world. Godo has already meet humans far worse than a lot of Devils that he has meet during his time as Godo the Bael´s army grunt.
Now he could finally move to his home and enjoy his dinner, it was a cold dinner, but the bentos that he has bought in the Konbini were surprisingly good. Godo devoured them with hunger, tossing the packages into the trashcan of his kitchen, later the Möks would throw them into the trash container of the corner of the street, hiding under an illusion to made him look like a common human, throwing the garbage. Godo really should have installed an incinerator or a better trash disposal system, but it was a project for another day.
Sitting in his favorite couch and nursing a long glass of whiskey on the rocks; Godo meditated and released his pack onto the night of Kuoh.
Dozens and dozens of dark wolves, with a black fur allow them to mingle in the dark nights of the city; started to comb the city, looking for the priests that had dared to attack their Alpha. Like a gestalt of minds, all wolves were connected and all of them were connected to Godo, what they see, Godo see, what they smell, Godo smell. And Good had the smell of the priest memorized.
Jumping over buildings like they were steeping stones, running over the shadows and sounds of the city, the wolves hunted their preys, guided by the will of their master. Godo could understand now, why Voban was so fond of this wonderful fur balls, they are the perfect trackers, marauders and hunters, they track the prey, constantly harassing it and weakening it, so when the Alpha comes, it was ready for the killing blow. Godo used them more in a tracker role than as beast of battle, but their numbers could come quite handy against army summoning spells or Authorities or whatever this Mondo Bizarro throw at him.
Godo left the wolves do their job; they were independent enough to tug at his connection with them as soon they discover something worthy of note; and focused in relaxing a little, drinking his cold drink in peace and quiet. For the last decades, he has grown a bit accustom to this leisure; the old saying was right, is very easy to grow accustom to the good life and a total nightmare to get rid of such bad habits. Although, money was not a problem, and thanks to his explorations and collection of artifacts, he could live quite well for centuries; always remembering to change name and face each fifty years more or less, in order to avoid suspicions among the mortals that live around.
Perhaps it was time to get back to the supernatural world, there he could make a living quite easily and to be completely honest with himself, he missed the challenges that powerful beings offered to him, since the beginning of his vacation, he has rarely found anything that made him felt the exhilaration that he felt in his home or during the Civil Devil War.
Even dulled, the instincts of the Campione were those of a beast, and those same instincts were telling him that it was about time he wiped off the dust and conquer his spot as King, like all Campiones had done since the beginning.
Godo smiled, emptying his glass, tasting the aftertaste of the liquor in the ice cubes, biting one of them into pieces with his teeth, Godo realized that it was not a bad idea, and the best way to made the world know that the Crimson Scourge was back, was to deliver a massive bitch slap to the cretins that has tried to kill a little girl, just because she had Fallen Angel´s blood in her veins.
The wolves tugged his mind and Godo´s smile turned into a very wicked and predatory smile that would have made gods felt tremendously uncomfortable with it.
Campione Data:
Name: Kusanagi Godo.
Alias: The Crimson Scourge.
Authorities:
Dvergar Forge: Summons Dvergar forged items and those created by Godo. This Authority grants divine artisan skills and the Rune Enchantment skill of the Dvergar of old.
Fimbulthr: Godo is the Supreme Magician, he can learn and use any magic without problems, alas with an unmistakable Norse touch.
Warrior of the Golden Sword: The Golden sword of Verethragna, grants Godo divine swordsmanship skills, creates its own battlefield, summon an unlimited amount of Golden Blades and cuts any supernatural power, as long as Godo possess enough knowledge about it.
Archetype of Power: Godo possess impossible strength, as long as his enemies are supernaturally strong too.
Golden Apples of Perun: Three balls of lightning, that allows Godo to control electricity at will, he can toss them as a projectile causing devastating damage, can only summon 3 at day and with each use, the rest weaken.
Ruler of Winged Snakes: Godo can summon, control and dominate all snakes, reptiles, lizards and dragons, as long as they are weaker than him.
Bandages of the Merciful one: Golden, Enochian rune engraved bandages that can heal or inflict any illness or wound, no matter how grievous, as long as Godo has enough magic. They can even resurrect the death, but only once per day and only once per person, except Godo. However, it is magically exhausting and left Godo weakened and exhausted. It grants Godo medical skills.
Charge of White Night: Lancelot/Antiope resides as an Authority in his left arm, creates winds and clouds, along a white spear made of light, that protects Godo.
Dire Wolf of the Sun: Godo can summon dire wolves at will and is able to eat sun based fire and light to replenish his magical energy.
Sin of Wrath: Godo can fuse all his Authorities in one, terrible but awe inspiring, incarnation, based on the Demon Sathanus, the Sin Wrath. In this state Godo destroys everything in his path, no matter friend, foe or object, he will fight until there is nothing left, and then, Godo will die.