Chapter 6: Die Nibelungenlied
"Damn this training. Still surprised that I'm still moving."
It had been approximately three weeks since Danhauser entered the school and met Sairaorg. It was also during those previous days when he'd started his workout with the Emperor and boy. He was having a rough time. Luckily, he's a Devil. His body is energetic and powerful than your average human, plus the genes that he'd inherited from his mother and father. His strength's physically enhanced than any other devil. It sounded fantastic if you thought about it, but if you stopped and took a seat, thinking about it deeply, then you'd understand that a few Push-ups and Pull-ups to get adequate results aren't going to be enough to increase his strength, hence the reason why Diehauser wasn't sugar-coating him.
At first, Danhauser hadn't seen any changes at all, but slowly he'd began noticing some development around his physique, no, his body wasn't getting toned, the only alteration that he'd found was the durability, it was different than before, something that made him relieved. For him, it meant that he could spar more with his older brother.
"Get up, Dan," Diehauser ordered, tapping his younger brother's side with his shoe. "That was just the warm-up. Now we're starting the sparring."
Danhauser held back a groan. He was thankful for having Diehauser as a trainer; he couldn't ask for a better person to burn up his body, but sometimes he wished the Emperor knew the definition of 'mercy.' His body covered in bruises with muscles erupting spasms of pain, making him wince at the awful sensation. That was just the exterior part of his body. The interior felt like it'd been thrown into a furnace for an hour before getting shoved back roughly into his ribcage.
"Alright, ready for my daily dose of ass beating."
Slowly picking himself up from the soft grass, Danhauser gritted his teeth at the jolt of pain surging throughout his pale skin, sweat washing his body, he pushed aside the warning that his limbs were sent. Ignoring his trembling legs, he took a fighting stance.
Seeing his brother finally standing up and take a combat pose, Diehauser took one of his own, and the two began circling one another, patiently waiting to see who's going to deliver the first blow. Danhauser rushed forward, and he attacked.
Diehauser's fist quickly appeared to interrupt him, grazing his cheek as Danhauser dodged by moving ahead, trying to keep closer distance as possible. Taking advantage of his small stature, he threw a punch at the taller Champion focusing his attack on his side. Unluckily, Diehauser swayed aside from the first blow, ducked the second, and parried the third with his forearm. He whirled around Danhauser's guard and slammed his elbow into the side of his head. Danhauser went to a knee with a hiss of pain, proving that the jab successfully nailed the spot.
"…" Diehauser didn't move, looking down at his younger brother supporting himself with a quivering knee, he bestowed Danhauser a moment to still the resounding in his head.
Blood smudged the side of his skull. Danhauser felt it, a flash of light in his field of vision, eyeballs being jostled around so suddenly. He felt like a bell that has just rung vibrating around his head. Danhauser closed his eyes, ignoring the blood sliding and falling to the grass. He was surprised, how this time, he hadn't fallen unconscious on the ground, it just showed that the training is bearing fruits.
"Are you okay?" Even with his ears ringing, Danhauser heard the voice of his brother entirely.
Danhauser lifted his chin and took a steady breath as if he was expecting a chunk of water fall from the sky and clean his bloodied face. He slowly stood up, trying to maintain his balance, the effects of Diehauser's hit still dazing him.
"Y-Yeah. I'm all right." Danhauser breathed out, cracking his eyes open, discovering two Diehauser's in his distorted sight.
"…" Diehauser moved closer, laying a hand on his brother's shoulder, stopping his staggering. Diehauser lifted four fingers up. "How many fingers do I have in my hand?"
Danhauser watched with half-lidded, only for a few seconds, before meeting Diehauser's gaze. "Four...?"
"Good." Diehauser gave a few pats on Danhauser's cheeks, hoping that'd compose his brain once again. Moving away, he stood away from his younger brother. "Ready whenever you are."
Since the first they had started training, Danhauser would feel scared to practice hand-to-hand combat with the Emperor of the Rating Games. Funnily, Lord Belial was holding back by a lot, and even then, Danhauser couldn't even lay a finger on him. Even if he couldn't be a worthy opponent for his older brother, he didn't let that thought bother him during the sparring, he was still, proud of his unexpected results. He was quite a bit faster and stable, and right now he proved that he could withstand an attack from the Champion, although, Diehauser was holding back.
This time, Danhauser didn't go for the attack, waiting for the taller Devil to make the first move, which he did. Diehauser rushed at him and started swinging. Surprised by the speed, Danhauser avoided and jumped away from the incoming punches, trying to spot an opening he could abuse. Blocking with lighting thrusts and uppercuts, he sought to land any of his fists on any part of Diehauser's body, but the latter parried them easily, battering ripostes to Danhauser's body.
Gritting his teeth, he aimed a vertical fist at Diehauser's face, scratching the cheek before the Champion grabbed Danhauser with one hand around the throat, lifting him into the air and slamming him to the ground, closing the training with a high note.
"Fuck!" Danhauser mentally cursed, arching his aching back in pain. His body filled with bruises and pain, he wouldn't be surprised if Diehauser broke his backbone, luckily, he still had the Phoenix Tears safe in his room, he didn't want to use them for sparring, but for a mess that involves life and death.
"…Should I be worried that you're grinning?" Diehauser said with an arched brow. He was right, Danhauser had a goofy grin plastered on his face, even if he'd lost like the previous brawls, today he was happy for his achievement.
"Your cheek." Danhauser started, poking his cheek to give emphasis. "I grazed it." For him, it was the greatest accomplishment of all times. Heck, he fought The Emperor. A Devil that not even Sairaorg in his dominant form could even touch, and whose powers rival a Satan-Class Devil.
"Yes, you did." Diehauser returned the smile with one of his own, crouching to his younger brother's side, he offered a fist-pump. "Good job."
Danhauser coughed before shakily returning the gesture.
"Can you move?" Diehauser asked, lowering his arm. He simply received a groan. "I see. Turn around, then."
Danhauser hesitantly nodded, rolling around while hissing in pain, his back is the source of all this suffering. He positioned himself flat on his stomach. "Done."
"Don't move." Before Danhauser could utter a word, his body left the grass, startling him. Looking up, he saw his new location under Diehauser's armpit. "Where had you left the potions I gifted you?"
"In my room," Danhauser grunted, shifting to find a comfortable posture. "Hey, when can I open my Evil Pieces?"
Diehauser didn't stop moving, blinking, he spared his brother a glance. "Wait. You didn't open your case during your first day of school?"
"Well, you told me not to unlock the case," Danhauser stated, folding his arms. "I admit, I sent a chunk of demonic power, only to activate them."
"Ah, good." Diehauser sighed. "That means you linked your energy to the Evil Pieces." He passed a hand over his gray hair. "I'm glad you did that since now you're getting stronger, there's a bigger chance for you to reincarnate someone without using a lot of pieces."
"You didn't answer my question, though."
"Why'd you want to see them?" Diehauser moved inside the castle, leaving the garden. "If you want to know how they'd look I can answer for you."
"What I want to know is if I have a Mutation Piece." Danhauser tapped the bloodied side of his face, wincing. "Maybe my Queen Piece mutated."
Diehauser scoffed. "I doubt it."
"I appreciate the brotherly support."
"Speaking of Chess Pieces…" Diehauser trailed off. "Any ideas of who's going to join your peerage?"
Danhauser opened his mouth, but seeing no words coming from his throat, he closed it, lips pursed. "I…I don't know yet."
Even if he couldn't see it, he sensed how the Emperor bobbed his head. "Understandable. It takes a lot of time, so don't let that deprecate you."
"How'd you recruited your peerage?"
"Hmm." Diehauser motioned a finger under his chin, casually nodding at the passing maids. "Most of them were by Contracts, sheer luck, I assure you."
"Perhaps I can find mine by doing the same method?" Young Belial suggested, ignoring the shocked looks that the maids sent at his wound."By doing so, I'd also learn how Contracts work, you know, kill two birds with one stone."
He needed to start his recruiting like, now, pushing aside the fear of getting turned down and moving forward. Once he gets his first servant, he can finally do give him the flyers to make contracts with humans, increasing the chance of finding more people to recruit on his peerage.
He already had someone in mind which belongs to Canon, if God's remainings are looking down at him, then everything's going to be okay.
His only fear is the number of evil pieces that his future ally could demand.
"True." Diehauser agreed, stopping in front of the stairs, glancing down. "If you want, you can go with Gilles when he gets summoned by one of his clients."
"…" Danhauser pursed his lips, not liking the idea of giving company to de Rais. He immediately shook his head. "Alright, I accept."
"I should stop cowering because of him." Danhauser scowled at how he quickly gets intimidated by the Queen. "If Diehauser turned him into his Queen then that means he's reformed… right?"
Right?
Diehauser poked his brother's forehead, making the young one blink. "Something's wrong? You kept staring at the staircase for a while."
"Everything's fine," Danhauser assured him, seeing Diehauser not buying his lie, he quickly added before the Emperor could open his mouth. "Why we stopped?"
"…" Diehauser didn't say a word, looking down at Danhauser for a while. Finally, he spoke. "…We stayed because I wanted you to get ready before I climbed the steps. It's going to hurt."
"How unlucky." Danhauser breathed out heavily. Nonetheless, he was ready to endure the pain. He flinched when Diehauser started clambering the stairway. "H-Hey, can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
Seeing he didn't stop his movements, Danhauser wheezed out. "How can I train with Worthlessness?"
Raising an eyebrow, Diehauser reached the last stair, glaring the stretched corridor. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I know how to use it, alright." Danhauser glanced down at the floor, trying to find the right words to explain it. "But I need something to test it."
"You need a guinea pig?" Diehauser answered, resuming his strutting. "Metaphorically speaking, of course."
"Exactly."
"Well," Diehauser trailed off, peeking at the roof, like if he was trying to find the right answer. "That's something good about Worthlessness; you only need to know the properties of the spell or object to nullify it."
"So, know thy enemy, know thyself?"
"Correct." Diehauser nodded, ducking to the right. "However, if you want to make up your technique, then yes, you need to practice with Worthlessness, but you don't necessarily need to use it on other people."
"I also want to increase its duration." Danhauser pursed his lips, letting the comfortable silence once again, surround their bodies. If what Diehauser is saying is true—which obviously is—then he already had everything planned. It's going to take a lot of time, but if he had another pair of hands helping him, then maybe he could make decent progress. The Emperor can't assist him since he's back to his duty as Lord Belial, he had has a small amount of time to stay with the family, the moments he remains with his people is only breakfast, train Danhauser physically and, socialize with the household.
He discovered that everyone is busy nowadays, something that made Danhauser feel useless. They were working hard to on their duties meanwhile Danhauser was just there, watching how everyone's washed with cold sweat hanging around his body, he felt like a burden for asking Diehauser for his help when the Emperor has a job that is essential for the Underworld.
"Stay positive." Danhauser scolded himself mentally, not letting the negative thoughts destroy his pride. "Think of something else, damn it!"
There are also a few things he needed to check about, first of them is learn about his mother's House trait. Danhauser hadn't asked his mom about it because he heard the rumor of his uncle coming to pay a visit, so he decided to save it for his uncle and at least have a decent conversation, rather than letting the awkward silence contaminate the atmosphere.
But it seems that he's taking his sweet ass time to knock on the doors. Diehauser had explained that it was to anticipate for him to be so unpunctual. He tried to ask important characteristics about the geezer, but all of them were answered either by a cheeky smile or a "you'll find out."
The only clue he'd received was that he was during the funeral.
Something that made Danhauser frown in thought is about the lack of news about his father; the Champion had has spoken about him, but briefly and with a tone that screams "end of the conversation, next." All in all, Prince Belial doesn't know a thing about the man who gave him life, something that honestly, he didn't care. In his previous life, his father disappeared, he didn't know if he'd died, but sure as hell he'd left to another continent, thus forcing the mother to act as a father, too.
Either way, he was still happy, even if he hadn't had a male figure watching over him in the past.
"Here we are." The soothing voice of the Emperor brought him back to the world of the living. Diehauser pushed the door open, moving inside.
Sighing with satisfaction as Diehauser laid him on the bed, he needs to know, how the maids made his bed comfortable.
But it wasn't time to sleep. Danhauser needed to get his job done.
"Hey," Danhauser started, even though he couldn't see it, he could feel those cool gray eyes staring him. "Dumb question, but, do we have paper, pen, and scissors?"
Diehauser frowned, snatching a Phenex Tear from Danhauser's table. "It would be depressing if we didn't."
"A library?"
"Yes."
"You know where Cleria is?"
"She must be in her room," Diehauser drawled, walking towards him. "Why all those questions?"
Danhauser grinned, shakily taking a seat on the corner of his bed, it seems Diehauser didn't turn his spine to dust. "I have a plan."
Diehauser frowned at the answer, offering the healing potion. "That didn't answer my question at all."
"I know." Danhauser took the vial, nodding in appreciation. He drank it all in one go, wincing at the savor. "Tastes like chicken fat."
.
.
.
"So…" Diehauser trailed off watching how his brother shut his eyes closed tightly in disgust. "Are you going to tell me?"
Danhauser opened his eyes, slowly meeting the gaze of the Emperor.
…
Finally, he answered. "Nah."
"Troublesome."
"Found anything yet, Cleria?"
"Nope." Cleria shook her head, standing at the top of a mobile stair, scanning each book that passed through her eyesight with a scowl. "I swear I've seen this book before…"
Grabbing the sliding stair tightly to make sure that his cousin didn't fell off from the top. Danhauser let out a frustrated sigh. "Are you sure there's not a single book on those shelves that speaks about the 72 Pillars?"
Cleria looked down from her place. "If I remember correctly, we had a book somewhere about Ars Goetia." She moved her gaze back to the documents of knowledge, biting her lower lip. "Just give me some time."
"Don't you want to swap place?" Danhauser nearly shouted, hoping she could hear him from his place on the ground.
"No. It's dangerous; you could fall and hurt yourself." Danhauser held back a scoff at Cleria's statement, oblivious that he's an adult in the body of a child. Eyeing the place, Danhauser couldn't stop admiring the craftsmanship Devils did around their territories. They may be assholes, but sure as hell, they have had good tastes. The library itself is a good example; it's huge, the shelves themselves scraped the roof, and the smell of leather and old books filled his nostrils. Danhauser doubted there would be mangas or even comics on a different section.
"I found it!" Cleria cheered, waving the old book wrapped around her fingers, a grin of proudness framing her youthful face. "Coming down now!"
Returning the happy gesture, Danhauser took a step backward, watching how his cousin hugged the book over her chest while carefully taking a good grasp from the stair.
"I don't even know why to use the stairs when we could fly…" Danhauser held back his tongue. It doesn't matter anymore they were here for something important and it's resting on Cleria's palms.
"I'm curious." Cleria uttered, her feet landing with a small 'thud' on the ground. "This is not something that someone around your age would enjoy reading. Is this perhaps homework?"
Danhauser nodded to the table filled with utensils, slowly walking away to that direction. "You'll see."
Cleria showed her displeasure with a pout, keeping the dusty book under her armpit. "This is like, the fifth time you say that to me!"
Danhauser only winked at her, deepening the moue. "Patience dear cousin, patience."
It didn't even take a minute for the Devils in reaching the stretched tables, taking a seat with a mutual sigh.
"Alright, we're going to make a small book," Danhauser said, taking hold of a sheet of paper and the scissors, testing the latter, he nodded in satisfaction.
Slowly lifting her eyebrow, she moved the ancient book to the center. "Uh, why?"
"You know how our Clan trait works, right?" Danhauser started cutting the paper without sparing a glance at his silent cousin. "Knowledged is they key to use our power effectively. That's why I need your help. I want to write each Housecarl with its respective power."
"Okaaaay….?" Cleria trailed off, eyeing his young cousin as if he had two heads. "Can we keep in mind that we already have the book right in front of us?" She pointed at the book laying on the table. "The book already had everything written on it, the powers of each housecarl, even those that are already extinct from this world."
"I know, but it only says the powers those Houses wields and unnecessary stuff." Danhauser pointed out. "I want to know how to it works and make it easier for me to understand and I heard from somewhere that if you rewrite something multiple times, it'd be a tad easier for you to memorize it."
"But it's going to be so long." Cleria added her two cents. "Plus let's keep in mind that there's also those from the Extra Demons and other creatures such as Vampires, Youkai, Angels, Magicians, and so on."
Danhauser furrowed his brow. The objects latched around his fingers landing on the table. She's right. Danhauser didn't count other species; she forgot to add other instruments such as the Sacred Gears, particularly those with God-Slaying attributes and the holy weapons like Excalibur and demonic swords like Gram. Honestly, keep in mind that he doesn't need to learn everything. As long as he understands the abilities of Canon characters, all the Sacred Gears, and demonic or holy swords like the palm of his hand, then he's going to pass with flying colors.
So why learn everything? Curiosity? To learn something new that in his previous life such information was mostly fake and impossible to obtain?
"Great, now I feel like I kicked a puppy…" Danhauser blinked, gazing away from the pile of blank papers, eyes aimed at his cousin. "Since I don't have nothing to do, we can still do this, if you're still adamant about it. I don't have anything to do, and I rather burn my time with someone."
"…" Danhauser wholly stared at the ancient book, making Cleria slightly uncomfortable at the lack of answer, she didn't mean to make holes around his plans, she just wanted to point something out.
…
"Danny, I'm so—"
"I have a plan."
Danhauser's swift response startled her slightly, pushing aside her surprised expression, she addressed her cousin, relieved. "Really?"
"Yeah, this is what we're going to do." Danhauser paused. "Write the spell, it's properties, and that's it."
"Why the new method?" Cleria pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear; curiosity wrote all over her face.
"I'll give you an example." Danhauser rolled his wrist. "Pyrokinesis, it's one of the most basic spells in the Supernatural World, the Phenex Clan knows it, devils can also learn from it, Magicians, too. What's the similarity if we compare it with Holy Fire?"
"It can burn your foes and is weak to water." Cleria quickly answered, before adding. "The difference would be that they're effective against creatures that lurk in the dark, prime examples being Devils and Vampires."
"You just said enough to nullify fire and holy fire, maybe the flames of the Phenex, too." Danhauser mentally slapped himself; this was way easier than writing each Housecarl with their one-of-a-kind trait.
"Now we have a plan!" Cleria grinned, grabbing another pair of scissors before going back to work, winking. "I'll cut the papers, and you just write somewhere the abilities that you know about."
And thus the absence of sound once again submerges from the library. They didn't care about it, in fact, they embraced it. Each one of them had something important in their minds moving around as they kept working together as a team. Danhauser main issues are about school, mostly. He still remembered telling Sairaorg to get stronger, which surprisingly, the black-haired devil wrote down his training schedule. Belial mostly would have had seen the defected Bael covered in sweat. Unfortunately, the future Lion King still held a grudged towards his presence; he'd shoot a glare before moving forward.
Danhauser on the other hand still hadn't had friends, sitting under the tree he marked as his territory, it was lonely since Bova couldn't accompany him anymore, Tannin grew worried about his brat doing something dangerous. He didn't mind staying alone, but having someone to talk with wouldn't be a bad idea, he just needs the courage to shake a stranger's hand.
"Hey, Cleria." Danhauser started, not looking away from his sheer work. "How you're doing in Kuoh so far?"
Humming her favorite song, she answered. "Thus far, great, why?"
"Really? Nothing suspicious?"
Cleria slowly frowned, staring at her young cousin. "No…? Why?"
"Ah, it's nothing." Danhauser waved off her leery eyes, focusing harder on the sheet of paper in his hands. "Say, how many papers you have ready?"
"…"
"Cleria, are you there?"
"…Am I missing something?" Cleria's disoriented tone was enough to stop Danhauser in his tracks. "Danny, what's wrong?"
Danhauser returned the look, trying to see behind those gray eyes, the way she'd spoken was a mix of confusion and worriedness, her body language reflecting her words. He doesn't know when Cleria begins her love affair with the exorcist.
"During class, I heard about Exorcists," Danhauser started, glancing down at his hands. "They're from the Human World and work for the Church—they're our enemies to keep it brief."
It was a lie. Teachers had never explained about this subject, but Danhauser couldn't tell her the truth, since, you know, a different world. He just wanted to bring to light some hidden information.
"Ah," Cleria hummed, slowly breaking into a smile. "If that's what troubles you, then don't worry, everything is going smoothly around Kuoh."
"Are you sure?" Danhauser persisted. "Is there not even a secret base of operations in Kuoh or something along those lines?"
"Actually…" Cleria trailed off, appropriately facing her young cousin. "There's a small church far away from my house."
"And you didn't tell Diehauser about this because…?"
Cleria scoffed, hands clasped. "Trust me, that was the first thing I ever did when I'd visited the town for the first time."
"Really?" Danhauser held back his outburst, deep inside he was far from shocked. "And what Diehauser did in respect?"
"Order Gilles to put some spells around my house and the school I'm leading."
…
"That's it?"
"Yep, that's it."
"Are you serious?" Danhauser raised his voice, how can she act so calm about it?! "You know that something bad could happen to you, right?"
"I know, I know," Cleria said with a raised hand, telling the male Belial to tone down a bit. "It's… complicated."
"It isn't!" Danhauser insisted, hissing. "You're the governor of Kuoh—you have to do something!"
Biting her lip, Cleria sighed, playing with a few locks of her gray hair. "I…I think it's time to spill the beans."
"Huh?"
"Danny, Kuoh Town is not my territory." Cleria declared, disregarding Danhauser's baffled expression. "Nor it belongs to the Church."
"Then…" Danhauser let her words sink in, every time he tried to say something, he would immediately shut down, trying to find the reasoning behind her words. "Then Kuoh is from who?"
"It's human territory." Cleria answered, looking down at the table with a scowl. "A human land that the Old Devils wants to break in."
Danhauser frowned at her brief explanation, so the Old Devils are the ones behind this, huh? In a way, her words are right since the novel described them as greedy and prideful bastards, following the same physiology of conquering the world, similar to the Original Maous, but unlike them, they're taking cautious steps just to not appear suspicious in front of the Underworld's inhabitants.
He still needed to know. Why Cleria? Why Kuoh?
"Why of all Devils, why you?"
"Don't think I'm the chosen one of some cheesy prophecy." Cleria stated, scratching her neck. "We have had more Devils scattered around the world, Kuoh isn't the place of riches, nor is it the greatest of all, but still it's essential for the Underworld's sake. I was sent for the sole purpose to spread flyers to make Contracts."
Danhauser titled his head, carefully listening to her wise words, there's the word again "Contract" he knew the sole purpose of those magic cards, it's the only way to keep the Devil population at bay, in other words, alive. Just as Angels need prayers from humans to exist, Devils need the person's greediness to survive, back then it was just stealing the soul of the mortal in exchange of his dream, but that practice immediately disappeared
Danhauser doesn't know why they changed the method; his first guess had been to increase their worshippers and not extinguish humans, even if it's nearly impossible for that to happen.
"So, they can't lay a hand on you since it's not the territory of no one?"
"I told you, it's human territory." Cleria repeated, rolling her eyes. "And exactly, the same thing goes for me. I can't attack them. If one of us unsheaths first blood, then war could start."
"It's confusing," Danhauser admitted, clicking his tongue. Is she saying that Kuoh is the neutral ground? Danhauser maybe would grasp her reasoning if she stated that the town belongs to the Shinto Gods, after all, it's in Japan, but even then, why the Japanese Gods are not doing something in respect? Do they see as Kuoh as an insignificant place? Or they're satisfied by having Yasaka building shrines for them around Kyoto?
Why does he have that wretched feeling that Amaterasu doesn't care about the humans? Her concern aimed only for Youkai Faction?"
"Well, that's politics for you." Cleria softly laughed, shaking her head. "Just imagine how Diehauser is suffering from that stuff."
"Why of all Devils in the underworld they chose you?"
"Remember what I said, we'd spread globally. Each House is watching a small town from a different country." Cleria broke into a smile. "I just drew the short straw, I guess."
Cleria was the only one who could be in the human world, since his mother, Calcabrina, is the second in command just behind Diehauser, she's needed in the castle when the Emperor is absent. Diehauser is evident. Danhauser is still a child. Gilles couldn't since the government would prefer to entrust a community in the hands of a pure-blooded devil. His father still unknown; he only knows that he's not in the fort.
That just left Cleria Belial to spread flyers around the town for the sake of survival.
"Just imagine those that are in Rome." Cleria huffed, pleased to be away from Europe. "They're in a worse situation than I am."
"Because of the Vatican," Danhauser presumed, now that's the fortress of Exorcists. A Devil visiting that place would be like wearing a signboard on his back that read 'kill me, please.' Actually, Europe may be the haven for Exorcists.
Which it was a pity since in his previous life he wanted to visit Europe, especially the Roman Colosseum. Funnily Calcabrina also longed to explore it.
Silence once again fell from the roof, resuming their duties that they temporally pushed behind just to for the sake of realizing some confidential information to the audience.
Even then, the unpleasant feeling embraced Danhauser's body tightly. She's still in danger, even if the small church is not going to lift a finger about Cleria's unwelcomed presence. He knows that in the future, Irina's father is going to pay Cleria a visit, and not a welcoming one.
Who knows, maybe they're spying her from the shadows and planning their next move, the thought sent chills down to his spine.
"If it makes you feel better." Cleria started, forcing young Belial to look up. "He didn't smite me, yet."
"She's talking about God of the Bible, right?" Danhauser winced at a headache punching his skull. It seems that his cousin doesn't know about His death.
Or she's just making sure Danhauser doesn't learn about the dark secret.
"I see," Danhauser answered after a sudden silence.
"I hadn't known that my Danny was worried about her beautiful cousin." Cleria out of nowhere gushed, placing a hand on her cheek. "C-Could it be that Danny has a—!"
"You have no shame, Cleria Belial."
Cleria only laughed.
"Alright get closer to Gilles," Diehauser instructed.
Danhauser nodded and moved to the French's side. He's nervous, not because a serial-killer is inches away from him—maybe just a little—but because he's going to meet people and if he did an excellent job, his future followers.
But can he do it? This quest alone is enough to prove himself worthy of a King.
"What if I make a fool of myself?" Danhauser clenched his fists, the image teasingly molding itself on his brain.
"Where are we going?" Danhauser blurted out, glancing up at Diehauser's Queen, doing anything to toss those pessimistic emotions away.
"A place where civilization is deficient off," Gilles responded, crossing his arms from behind. "It is a small tribe that I have had visited for such a long time."
"So, farming contractors?"
Gilles de Rais frowned, sparing him with a look. "If I remember correctly, I am a knight and a butler from the bottom of my heart, not a farmer."
"That's not what he meant, Gilles." Diehauser joined the conversation. "In gaming, 'farming' means to stay in one place in order to acquire an individual item or money." He turned to the astonished Danhauser. "Am I right?"
Danhauser slowly nodded. "You play, uh, video games?"
Diehauser stared. "Right now. You're addressing the best player in Age of Empires. Tread carefully."
"Ha!" Danhauser scoffed. "When I come back from Gilles' contract, I'll take you on."
"I accept your challenge," Diehauser said. "Let it be known, Cleria said the same words, and she couldn't sleep for three few weeks after the outcome."
"Ah, I humbly apologize for my ignorance." Gilles suddenly bowed his head, catching their attention. "I am still not used to the modern culture."
"You'll get used to it," Diehauser assured him, shrugging, facing his younger brother. "Now, Dan. It's going to be your first time on seeing the Human World. Whenever Gilles goes, I want you to follow him. Clear?"
"Clear." Danhauser parroted, nodding.
"…" Diehauser's lips didn't move at all, nor did he showed an expression that screamed 'satisfaction.' That's something that Danhauser noted; the Emperor is expert his emotions in check. In the end, Lord Belial responded. "Okay, you two get ready."
The moment those words left his mouth, a gray portal emerged beneath their feet, the light that the Belial circle threw off was soft, yet strong to the point that Danhauser had to protect his eyes just for safe measure. It was warm, too.
"Have fun." Danhauser heard his brother utter his last words. He steadily opened his gray eyes, seeing that they were not in the Belial fortress anymore.
A sudden warmth hit Danhauser. He began scanning the wood walls with stuffed deer heads and a beautiful bear rug that lays in the middle of the room, Danhauser quickly deduced that he was in a cabin of sorts, and in the forest, after all, his little discoveries were made either from wood or fur.
The cabin was empty from sound and Danhauser didn't like it, funnily enough, he'd always approved quietness. The wind rustling through trees, the faint howl of a wolf, and the creaking floorboards was the only thing he spotted with his trained ear.
No one was even here to welcome the Devils with arms wide open.
"Huh, weird," Danhauser commented, flinching every time he heard the wooden slab screech. "Perhaps Diehauser used the wrong coordinates?"
"…"
"…Gilles?" Danhauser gulped, a quiet Gilles is a bad Gilles. Carefully turning around, he spotted the blue-haired butler looking at the wooden door—much to his relief—his expression, however, completely devoid of emotions.
"Something's—"
"Smell it," Gilles commanded, earning a confused look from Danhauser. "The air, feel it."
"Ah," nodding slowly, Danhauser took a deep sniff, frowning at the weird aroma infiltrating his nostrils. "Smells like metallic," he responded, using his nose once again. "Like copper, iron, and slightly sweet…salty?"
The smell was unique.
"Indeed," Gilles responded after a tense silence. "What do you think it is?"
"…Perhaps we are close to a forge or an armory?" Danhauser scratched his head. Honestly, he'd never known how a smithy indeed smells or a room whose functions are solely for storing weapons.
"Maybe." Gilles bobbed his head, his expression darkening. "But I had visited so many blacksmiths workshops during my times as a knight, that I am used to the smell of fresh metal." He paused. "This is the smell of fresh blood."
"Wait…" Danhauser trailed off, eyes slowly widening at the announcement. "A-are you saying that there's a corpse around here…?"
"…" Gilles didn't answer back, casually walking to the locked door, once he reached the exit, he laid his hand on the cold knob. He brought his other hand to his ear, a small magic circle shaping around it. "Master, we have a slaughtering around here."
Instead of a response, a gray portal similar to the one that Gilles and Danhauser used to get in here appeared, Diehauser stepped away from the Belial emblem was Diehauser, wearing a frown as he greeted his Queen.
"Are you sure?" Diehauser asked, walking towards Gilles.
"Oui." Gilles slid his fingers away from the knob, looking directly at Diehauser eyes with his blue ones. "I can smell the fresh blood from far away. Young master had sniffed it, too."
Diehauser pursed his lips, looking down at the wooden floor.
"W-what are we going to do?" Danhauser nervously asked, standing at the Emperor's side.
"For starters, I'll teleport you right away to the castle." Diehauser faced his young brother. "Gilles and I have this under control."
"Wait! I-I can help!"
"I don't care," Diehauser said, somewhat coldly. "Who knows if the murderer is still around, hell knows what would happen if he lays a hand on you."
"I've been training with you like three weeks!" Danhauser countered. "I can defend myself, brother!"
"You're still not ready." Diehauser waved off his excuse. "We even don't know what are we facing."
Danhauser bit his lip, glancing at his shoes. "Let me help, please." He looked up. "Let me be useful at least once."
Diehauser opened his mouth, ready to retort—but stopped, Danhauser's words finally reaching his head. "What?"
"Everyone is doing something for the family, while I'm training only for my selfishness." Danhauser started. "I want to prove I'm worth of calling myself a Belial."
"Dan, you're still young." Diehauser started, for the first time calling him by his first name. "You can't expect to do something like this."
"Sooner or later I have to learn about it, isn't it?"
The Champion frowned. "Not really. You just sounded like you're going to war."
"We have a future ahead of our brother." Danhauser started. "Who knows, maybe once again we're going to be in war, and when the time comes, I need to get ready." He quickly added. "Plus, I have this feeling that I'll hunt Stray Devils down with my peerage."
"And you will be ready." Diehauser pocketed his hands. "That's why I'm training you so that you can defend yourself."
"That's only physically; I need to harden my emotions," Danhauser said. "That is why I need to do this, to not let my emotions control over my body."
"…" Diehauser stared directly at Danhauser, even if he was right, he didn't like the way he said it, someone who is still a child talking about this made his stomach flip around, especially his younger brother. He wanted Danhauser to have an innocent life now that he came back from the dead, but it seems that dreams are only dreams. He's growing fast.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Diehauser asked one last time. "…Even if you're right, there could be a better time to do this."
"… I rather let my emotions act instinctively around the people I trust than letting my enemy see me showing signs of fear."
The Emperor sighed. "Mother is not going to be happy about this." He nodded at Gilles. "Open the door."
In haste, the Queen twisted the knob and pulled with a hard jerk. Dodging the sudden object that fell to the floor with a sickening squelching sound.
"Holy shit!" Danhauser took a step back; eyes widened in horror when the blatant expression of lifelessness was staring back at him, beneath it, a pool of started shaping.
"So we found the first one," Gilles grunted, dropping to one knee to inspect the corpse carefully.
"…" Danhauser didn't say a word, just staring back at those hollowed eyes. He could feel how his heart was ready to blow the whole cabin like a bomb.
"Cause of death?" Diehauser asked, keeping an eye out at his brother.
Gilles grabbed both sides of the deceased's head, grunting. "Something ravaged his neck, perhaps blood loss or drowned himself with his blood."
"Hm." Diehauser hummed, joining Gilles on the case, making sure Danhauser was still in place. "Something else before we move deeper?"
Muttering under his breath, Gilles patted every single part of the cadaver, mostly the locations where a pocket could be spotted. "Found something." He moved his hand deeper to the pocket, hissing when his hand suddenly started burning.
"Are you alright?" Diehauser asked, seeing how Gilles cursed quietly.
"Oui, oui," Gilles assured his King, taking a good hold of the object, ignoring the spasms of pain. "Just a little burn, nothing serious."
The former Marshal of France lifted the object to eye level, letting the Belial Brothers take a glance.
It was a necklace, with a cross.
"My my," Gilles chuckled, darkly. "It seems the pigs are also involved in this mayhem."
"An exorcist?" Diehauser asked, knowing full well that's the nickname that Gilles gave them. "From what church?"
"Orthodox," Gilles nonchalantly answered, reading the small diary of the corpse, tossing it away like an empty bag of chips. "We should go inspect the whole place cautiously. We do not know what killed the pig."
"I think I have an idea." Diehauser frowned. "For now, let's just keep tracking clues, theories at the end of the case."
Nodding, Gilles walked out of the room to check to make sure the room is clean from enemies.
Diehauser turned to his younger brother who was still staring at the dead exorcist. "Dan, let's go, we have to explore a bit more."
Gulping Danhauser shakily nodded, not breaking his sight from the corpse, the image of his mouth agape, eyes bulged out, and blood spilled already engraved in his mind.
"You can still go home; it's not late," The Champion suggested, walking side by side with his brother.
Danhauser shook his head, taking a deep breath. "I-I'm okay." He responded, trembling. "It's… It's just I wasn't expecting to see a corpse so quick." He looked up, a small smile gracing his lips. "Thank you for letting me stay here."
"Still I doubt if I should have let you come here." Diehauser sighed, stopping to look around the surprisingly spacious room. "That's not what an older brother would do."
"An overprotective older brother would do." Danhauser corrected. "Thankfully, you're not that type of brother."
"What sort of brother am I, then?"
Danhauser grinned, shooting him a thumbs up."The badass one."
They shared a small laugh.
Dropping their moment, Diehauser inspected the new room; as expected, everything destroyed, paintings broke in half, the walls and the door wearing scars made by a savage beast, wooden furniture following the same harsh treatment, and obviously, pools of blood with their respective owners lying on the floor.
Diehauser would also point out the lack of light, but since they have night vision, he didn't care.
"They are all dead, master," Gilles said, walking towards them.
"…" Diehauser spared the bag of bodies a quick glance before addressing his Queen. "Are they all Exorcist?"
Suddenly, Gilles expression turned cold. "The filthy pigs? Just two of them, counting the one we had left behind." Danhauser winced at his tone.
"This cabin is quite huge for a tribe," Danhauser commented, looking around the place, mostly the roof, just for the sake of ignoring the overpowering stench corrupting his nose.
"I agree with Dan," Diehauser tossed his two cents. "Do you know where we are? Since the tribe called you a lot of times, I presume you know our current location."
Gilles nodded. "Oui. This cabin belongs to the Tribe Leader." He shrugged, "I had helped them build it, same goes for the citizen."
"I see," Diehauser said with a sympathetic look. "I'll go outside to see if I can find more data, you two go stay in the shelter and find everything useful. If you find a survivor, take him out and fast." He faced Gilles with a hard look. "Even if he belongs to the church."
"…" Gilles clenched his fists, but nonetheless, he nodded.
"Good. Take care." Nodding, Lord Belial walked towards the door, closing it as he did so.
"You heard my King." Gilles rolled his neck, walking away with Danhauser following his tail. "Let us move. There is still one last place to check."
"Which one?" Danhauser asked, glancing up at the blue-haired French.
"The office." Was Gilles' only response, before quickening his movement. "How are you holding up so far, young master?"
"… Fine." Danhauser almost whispered, looking down at his feet. "Sorry if I'm acting like a burden, I just wanted to help."
Gilles waved off his apology. "Do not fret, young master. You being frightened is comprehensible this is the first time you lay hands on something morbid."
Danhauser nodded at his words. Gilles was right; this is the first time Danhauser had seen a corpse, even in his previous life. The ones in the movies didn't count, nor the ones macabre magazines had to offer. He had to admit, he slightly regretted coming here, but he needs to endure it, in the future who knows if he's going to see worse shit than this or worse, do this type of stuff.
"Here we are." Gilles' French voice brought to a halt his train of thoughts, shaking his head, he saw Gilles discreetly push the door open, doing his best keep quiet the door from creaking.
Once the door fully opened, Gilles moved his hand in front of Danhauser, mutely ordering him to stay here, the Queen pressed onwards, ready to face any dark monster hiding in the corner.
"…" Inspecting with his sharp ocean eyes, Gilles noted that the roof was practically broken, showing the beautiful and dark sky with a few clouds hiding the silvered moonlight horrendously. Looking back at the office, he saw the roof that once covered the owner from the rain turn into debris and crushed a person.
There was something that caught his attention.
It was a weapon and a huge one. A two-handed crimson great sword with a dragon head emblazoned on the base. The blade stabbed perfectly on the table, cutting the piece of wood in half. It reminded him of the famous tale of the Sword in the Stone.
It was unique. Not because of the design, but the aura that it was sending in his direction, it made his spine tremble at the sensation. That weapon was by far different from the others, and a strong one too.
"Clear," Gilles whispered loud enough for Belial to catch it, listening to how Danhauser warily crept inside. He nodded in his direction and smirked when the gray-haired devil's eyes landed on the sword.
"Woah." Danhauser whistled, walking with Gilles to have a closer look at the weapon.
"Indeed." Gilles chuckled, not lowering his stance a little bit. After all, this may be an amateurish trap. "She's beautiful."
After saying that, Diehauser's Queen moved his hand to the handle, ready to have a good grasp on the weapon.
"Merde!" Gilles cursed loudly, snatching his hand back in pain.
"Are you okay?" Danhauser asked, taking a step back away from the broadsword.
Stretching his fingers, Gilles nodded. "What was that?" He frowned, glaring at the mischievous sword. "It felt like a snake stinging her fangs on my hand."
Repeating his movements, Gilles slowly moved his hand towards the handle, this time with precaution. He stopped when his middle finger tapped the pommel, he waited.
…
Seeing the sword not attacking him once again made Gilles grin in victory, taking a good grip on the handle, before slowly taking the sword out from the—
"S-Stop it…" They heard a dry voice call out, followed by something latching on Gilles' feet, forcing the latter to look down curiously.
Danhauser followed his gaze, seeing how a small arm filled with dust was trembling, the owner's body covered by huge chunks of broken wood.
"I-It's mine…" The voice coughed out. It was a boy around Danhauser's age or even a year younger.
"…" Taking the sword out from the wooden floor, he gave a quick hum of approval before wrapping the weapon on his back. "Young master, lend me your aid."
Not thinking twice, Danhauser helped Gilles on pushing the debris away from the child's back. When they finished, Belial immediately scanned his features; he has silver hair covered by small pieces of wood and dust, his menacing ruby red eyes glaring at the two devils, dry blood dirtying his handsome face. He was also wearing the same uniform as the previous exorcists.
"Leave it… my… sword." His red eyes grew heavy, slowly succumbing into unconsciousness.
"We need to take him somewhere safe," Danhauser said after a brief silence. "There's nothing else here—we should go back to Diehauser."
"…"
"…Gilles are you there?" Danhauser called out, slowly turning his eyes to the Queen, but stopped when he heard a groan coming from behind.
Jumping around in surprise, Danhauser found the man with half of the roof compressed on his back. What made him widen his eyes in horror was the next phase.
The unknown man had gasped before a sudden pain rushed over his bloodstream, creating intense agony. Danhauser could hear how his bones outstretched, how his jawbone dislocated and developed into a viciously fanged mouth, blood-red eyes glaring at Belial as he continued howling in pain.
A werewolf.
"G-Gilles!" Danhauser called out, not looking away from the beast. "We need to move. They're werewolves!"
"…" Once again, the silence was his answer.
"Damn it!" Danhauser took aim with his fingers, ready to shoot a demonic bullet on the canine's brain. "Wait…" Danhauser thought, looking at his hand, before facing the soon-to-be monster with a look of determination. "Fuck it."
He moved closer, ignoring how the beast tried to lunge at him, but the debris was keeping him at bay. For now.
Taking a deep breath, Danhauser began.
"Lycanthropy, the user can turn into a werewolf either by a curse or via bite and scratch from another werewolf, their—" Danhauser stopped, instinctively shutting down his eyes, feeling how a massive blast of drool covered half of his face. He trembled in disgust before calming down his beating heart. "R-Right." He muttered, ignoring how slowly the saliva started sliding to his chin and the sound of fangs smashing together. "Their senses, strength and speed change drastically…"
"Look at him, so small," Bluebeard glared the unconscious child, grinning, pupils turning unusually tinier, his hand carefully shifting to his throat, disregarding his surroundings. "So fragile, so innocent, so, SO KILLABLE!"
"Now!" Danhauser pressed his engulfed hand of Worthlessness on top of the werewolf's head, narrowly dodging the bite of the beast. Belial cautiously watched how the canine's eyes widened like dinner plates, his jaw wide open, showing strings of saliva.
Then once again, it began howling in pain and shook his head wildly, forcing Danhauser to break the grasp from his scalp. The uproars of the beast were enough to stop even Gilles in his tracks.
Danhauser just stood there, watching in amazement how the symbol of his Household remained tattooed atop the werewolf's head, slowly morphing back to his human form. Eyes tinting from red to brown, the hair over his face slowly ceasing, and the worst part, the sound of bones cracking as they shifted in their former shape.
But after five seconds, Worthlessness shattered, stopping just for a millisecond before once again turning the innocent man into a fierce animal.
Danhauser repeated his previous movements, this time, however, he'd kept his palm atop the wolf's head, not letting the transformation take over the cursed being. Slowly, yet effectively the howls turned into screams of suffering.
"As long as I don't take my hand away from the victim, Worthlessness timer will always stay in zero. Always." Danhauser mused, sighing with relief when he noticed how the man's head fell to the floor. "He's out of cold, after all, he went through some shit."
"Look away." Danhauser heard Gilles' voice from behind, he obeyed and took his hand away, immediately understanding Gilles' next actions.
Feeling how small drops of blood landed on his cheek made Danhauser gasp for air, not daring to look at Gilles' handiwork. He had known that even if he'd nullified the alteration, the man wouldn't have a way to escape from the lycanthropy curse, so ending his suffering was the best option. "W-What took you so long?"
"There is no time," Gilles spoke, tossing the child at Danhauser like a bag of potatoes. "You need to leave, your brother and I will take care of the pest."
"…" Danhauser didn't say a word, lifting the child's arm around his neck, nodding. He let Gilles made a standard magic circle, not the one that only those affiliated with the House of Belial could use as a source of transport, but the basic one, the one that allows anyone to go inside, including enemies.
"Good luck," Danhauser muttered before getting warped away with the knocked brat.
"Where are they…." Danhauser walked in circles, biting his thumb nervously. "They should've finished all the werewolves already!"
A part of him wanted to stay and help, but he knew that he's only going to be a weight for Diehauser and Gilles, the best option was to escape and let them fight freely without worrying about the young Belial getting wounded. He asked for the maids around the corridors for their help, since he was still carrying the unknown child, he didn't know medical skills.
Thankfully they reacted quickly, carefully taking the young exorcist to Danhauser's room, most of them wearing careful looks since the brat has an affiliation with the church, but nonetheless, they attended his wounds. Until then he hadn't wake up from his deep slumber.
Danhauser only hoped he's not dead, it wouldn't just be awkward, but fucked up, sleeping on the bed where a child died because of a werewolf invasion? Yeah, no.
He was tired, but the adrenaline passing through his veins kept him with conventional energy. He'd been through harsh training with Diehauser, writing long-ass power lists to have an advantage in the future and going on a contract with Gilles that had turned into a fight against werewolves? He'd wanted to take a good rest, but it wasn't the time, he still had important business to solve.
Prince Belial felt a warm light caressing his back, making him sigh with relief, turning around just in time when the light disappeared he smiled at the sight, seeing the King and Queen unharmed.
Nodding at Danhauser's direction, he addressed him. "Are you okay?" Seeing how his brother returned the gesture, he asked. "Is mother and Cleria already at home?"
Danhauser shook his head. "No, they're still out doing girl stuff."
Diehauser sighed, relaxed. "Good, I live for another day." He took a deep breath from his nostrils. "Alright, let's start. First of all, everyone here agrees that the cause of all this was because of a werewolf?"
"Yeah."
"Of course."
"Then let me ask the one million dollar question." Diehauser paused. "Why? Why they attacked that small village?"
Gilles grunted, shrugging. "It could be for a lot of reasons, to expand the territory in the forest, or increase their numbers."
"For what purpose?"
"To save their race from extinction?" Danhauser joined the conversation. "I mean, I suppose that they are a race slowly vanishing from this world."
"Depends on the location," Gilles stated. "In Europe werewolves are a thing that Exorcists always hunt down, including vampires, in a place like Japan is an enigma to see one."
"There you go then; perhaps they tried to build an army of werewolves to kill vampires? If I heard correctly in school, they have had a heated rivalry for centuries." Danhauser mused.
"Maybe you're right." Diehauser lifted a finger under his chin. "How about the exorcists? What were they doing there?"
"Perhaps they had called the help of those filthy pigs." Gilles sneered.
"Couldn't they just asked for yours instead?" Diehauser folded his arms. "You're capable enough to kill a horde of those if they ever think of attacking you."
"Guys, I think I know who can answer us all our questions…" Danhauser trailed off, seeing how he easily earned their looks of confusion, he nodded at his bed. "We only found one survivor, and right now, he's sleeping."
"Ah yes," Gilles grunted, dissatisfied. "Young master and I found a young pig in a small office room, the same place where I found her." He nodded to the sword sheathed on his back.
"Then let's wake him up." Diehauser faced his Queen. "You know what to do, but keep your anger in check."
"My pleasure." Gilles chuckled, moving towards the bed, he snapped his fingers, summoning a magic circle, blasting the kid with a shot of water.
"The hell!" The boy moved upwards, flailing his hands around his face, trying to dry it off. "Who did that?!"
"Sorry for waking you up," Diehauser called out, snatching his attention. "I hope you don't mind answering some questions."
The boy frowned suspiciously, pushing aside his wet silvered hair from his forehead. "With who am I speaking?"
"Confidential." The Emperor dismissed his question. "We found you in a small tribe, and I hope you could—!"
"The tribe!" The boy gasped, eyes widened. "They require my assistance!" He shifted his sight to different corners, trying to find something precious to him. "My sword?! Where is it?!"
That's when Gilles cackled, making the child glare at him. "Sword? This sword?" For the sakes of angering the silver-haired, the Queen took out the sword from his back and gave a few swings.
"N-No way…" The Exorcist trailed off, shocked at seeing his legendary sword being wielded by someone else. "My sword… it chose someone else as its wielder…?"
"What are you talking about?" Danhauser finally spoke.
"My sword… just ditched me for another carrier." He laughed dryly, ignoring Danhauser's question. "All those exhausting struggles… was just a mockery? Who is this man?"
"We are jumping away from the subject," Diehauser commented, shooting a small glare at Gilles, the latter sheathing the weapon away in response. "Before we start, I want to know your name."
The red eyes of the child suddenly brightened with pride, slowly standing up, he faced the three devils with an aura of courage backing him. "I am Siegfried. Descendant of the Dragon Slayer himself and top warrior in the Catholic, Protestant and Orthodox Churches, well met."
His introduction made Danhauser stiffen, he remembered hearing that name, and now that the young Devil scanned his features deeply, he'd knew he wasn't messing around. The swordsman of the infamous Hero Faction is standing here, in his room.
"Wait… does that means?" Danhauser slowly turned to look at Gilles' new toy, gasping.
"Is that the Strongest Demon Sword, Gram?"
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Welp. I think you guys can figure it out what's going to happen with Siegfried.
Now, I'll explain why I chose him. I'm proudly a mythboo from the heart and out, and one of my favorite mythology heroes was Siegfried. For a lot of reasons, one of them being because I love that name.
Plus I had never read about Siegfried joining a peerage. He's underrated for someone with a powerful armory. IMO.
Also, I read about Siegfried's Wikia. Yes, I know what I wrote, just be patient. Don't want to spoil a thing.
Also, this means that Kiba is not going to have the demonic swords before anyone starts assaulting me, let's keep in mind that Yuuto has two damn Sacred Gears, each one with a Balance Breakers and he can wield holy swords. I think taking those weapons from him is not going to affect him at all.
Hopefully, this is going to satisfy your curiosity since I'm getting a lot of Pms about who's on Danhauser peerage.
A small spoiler is coming through, don't say I didn't warn you.
Six are going to be from DxD Universe.
Four (if we count Danhauser) are going to be Oc's.
For those that expected to see characters from other's animes then I'm sorry, but that would not happen. I would write a speech about it, but I'll hold my tongue. I don't want to offend anyone.
Anyways, thank you for your support guys, I can't believe we reached a lot of favorites, followers, reviews, and views and this is my first fanfic ever. I thought it was gonna suck a lot. Hahaha! If you spot any glaring errors, don't hesitate to say it, I'll be thankful.
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