Life 17: School Trip of the Strongest Yellow Dragon in History
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"Whoa! Whoa! Watch it! I don't like it rough!" Cleria had no say in this as she stepped inside after being forcefully dragged into her room. "What is—hey!" she stuttered as Danhauser grabbed her arm and cast Worthlessness, engulfing her with it, "What are you…?"
"Making sure she didn't cast any magic on you," Danhauser cut her off. He scowled at the unexpected results, "You're… clean," he told his cousin, almost in disbelief. "But then… how?"
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He looked straight into her eyes, "Cleria, be honest with me."
"Can you let go of my arm first?" Cleria tried to escape from his hold, "O-Or at least loosen up your grip a bit? My arm's starting to feel kind of numb...!"
He released her, "Cleria. Did she threaten you in any way?"
Cleria rubbed her wrist, "Uh, no? Why would she?"
"Swear it to me."
"Cross my heart and hope to die!" She used a finger to trace an X on her chest, "She appeared, we talked and I let her in."
His face was a blank chart as he searched into her eyes, but found nothing that suggested deceit. "But why?"
"Yeah. I think you need to be more clearer."
"Why is the Seraph here?" he kept it all bottled up as he elaborated, "For how long she's been in our house?"
"Since you left."
The heir gaped at her, "What? Cleria! She's one of the faces that were plotting your assassination! Did you forget what Roygun told us?!"
"Seems it slipped your mind as well!" Cleria folded her arms, "Gabby was doing her damn best to put the idea of peace between the Biblical Faction on the table!"
"Yeah! Followed by her and Michael scheming with Zekram playing the judge, jury, and executioner!" he pinched the bridge of his nose, "fuck's sake Cleria, you let someone like her pass through our door. And Gabby? You're even calling her by an affectionate nickname too..."
"Why are we arguing again?" Cleria placed a hand on her hip, "What's wrong by letting her in? You said that you already buried the hatchet with her and Michael!"
Danhauser blinked twice, "What?" he stared at her confusedly, "what are you on about?"
"What? Got the memory of a golden fish now?" Cleria flickered his forehead, "You told our family and Satan Lucifer that you made amends with them, remember?"
But before he could open his lips to formulate his question, the memory struck him like lightning. "Oh, fuck…"
She watched her cousin dragging a hand across his face, "… You lied," she slumped to her bed like a sack of potatoes, "You fucking lied."
"…"
"You even fooled Satan Lucifer," she laughed half-heartedly as she properly sat up, "Damn, you should run for politician."
"It was just a harmless lie, alright?" he retorted, "no one got hurt."
"Yeah, easy for you to say it!" Cleria massaged the sides of her head, "At least Masaomi had a fucking excuse. He was following orders from Touji, but you? Why? Why do you have to lie? Did Zekram tell you to keep it a secret?"
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"Because that's what you wanted," the heir eventually confessed, "as the saying goes, let bygones be bygones. I tried that, but I couldn't. Every time I stared at them, my mind just kept replaying what happened back then—sometimes even casting what-if scenarios. I only went because you wanted me to."
Cleria still kept her stern gaze, "… are you being honest or is this another lie?"
"What? I'm being honest! Why would I lie now?!"
"I dunno, you tell me. You had no problem of lying back then."
"Cleria, this time I'm being honest."
"You swear?"
"I swear."
"Really?"
"Really."
The tense silence finally had a word. Only three minutes have passed, but Cleria had not broken eye contact with him yet. Searching deeply into his gray orbs for the slightest hint that could disclose whether his words had validity on them or not.
"… You might not be the brightest guy out there," Her gaze finally softened, "but you're not an idiot."
Danhauser rediscovered the ability to breathe.
"That's right. You'd be the biggest idiot in the world."
"…"
"A huge idiot."
"…"
"A massive idiot."
Finally getting where this was going, Danhauser elected to stay silent and wait for her to vent off and inevitably make the first move.
She eventually stood up with a long sigh, "Alright," she dusted her pants, followed by her stretching her arms at him, "come here."
He didn't have to move from his spot as she approached instead, wrapping her arms around him.
"Cleria…? What are you—"
"I'm hugging you," she tightened her grip, "I can't do that now?"
"You can, but…"
"You're supposed to hug me back."
Danhauser swallowed whatever he going to return the gesture.
"Hm. Better."
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"This isn't about me," Cleria slowly broke the hug to jab him on the chest, "this is about you. I never invited Gabby and Michael to come over nor crafted a four-year plan to make you reconcile with them—I'm not Grigori, I don't have their contacts! They just reached over and said they wanted to speak with you privately on the same day they visited the town."
"And why you let them in, anyway?" Danhauser shook his head, "Zekram and these Angels… they almost killed you, Cleria," before passing a hand through his hair, he pulled back, "I almost lost you. Can't you just see it? Why would I even…"
Cleria studied him keenly, "Are you afraid?"
He strengthened up, "I'm not. I'm just worried."
"Really? You're just gonna lie again now? Fool me once; but not fucking twice, Danhauser."
His shoulders slumped slightly in defeat, "Aren't you?"
"I'd say, a healthy amount," Cleria hugged herself, "If being under the same room with an Angel or an Exorcist makes me my skin crawl, now imagine a Seraph. Hah… I still get the chills at the thought alone."
The heir furrowed his brows, "I don't understand. Then why is she here?"
"Because… we've been clinging in fear for too long now."
He looked at her incredulously, "Cleria, no."
"She wants the same thing as you, Dan," Cleria stated, "She wants the Biblical Factions to lower their weapons and shake hands. She wants to put an end to this."
"There will be an alliance," he had faith in it, "you can even smell it from miles away. There's just no way that factions leaders will be sitting like ducks and wait for Khaos Brigade to wipe them off one by one."
"And once the members of Khaos Brigade are put behind bars then what? Go back to our old ways? At each other's throats?" she huffed, "Why we should follow the mistakes of our ancestors? Because a dusty book said it was okay? Such idea cannot be compared to today's reality, Dan."
"Cleria. This is not a mere low-class Angel. This is a damn Seraph! She is dangerous."
"You're serving someone far, far more dangerous," his cousin countered. "… It's just a matter of time before our Clan is elevated to an august body thanks to all your struggles, Dan. All our family knows this. You've been working so hard that there's no way that Zekram will discard you that easily–you're so useful to him. You're amazing."
"But being promoted as a King is not as great as you believe it is, it's just a curse in disguise," Cleria continued, "It will pull you closer to him and wrap you around his finger for years and–!"
"I know."
Cleria stared wide-eyed, "Y-You knew?!" she stammered, "t-then why—!"
"Any options we had went down to the drain after I fucked up hard," He grunted. "either Clan Belial strives for kingship or we leave behind Ars Goetia and our Evil Pieces for good. We picked the former as the lesser of two evils."
"There is always a third choice," realizing how they deviated from the main topic, Cleria brought the conversation back on track. "This temporal truce to fight Khaos Brigade won't fix things," she watched him scoff and pressed on, "Danhauser, I get that we got the end of the stick thanks to the higher-ups. You'd be well within your rights to be mad and tired. You could kick her out and I-I couldn't blame you. But… if you do, the wheel of violence won't stop spinning. This is our best shot at setting the record straight. After the Vatican Invasion… the Biblical Faction needs healing—more than we imagined. For once, let's make the butterfly effect flap its wings and bring good results."
But Danhauser doubted Cleria. The power to be able to bend over the butterfly to listen to her deeds—not even Sirzechs could do it.
"… No. She won't visit this town anymore." Danhauser raised his voice, "We don't need someone like her roaming around the streets. She will only cause problems in the long run. Your life could be at risk–I refuse to put you in danger. Ever."
Seeing there was no more room for discussion, Cleria could only chuckle sadly, "Haah. I guess that's that, then," she fell back to her bed like a puppet getting its strings cut off, "You and Diehauser are one the same. Once someone does you wrong, you bare your teeth at them and cover your ears. No second chances."
He saw her lifting her head to meet his gaze, "You still here? I literally said it seconds ago, didn't I?" her voice came out flat, "You can kick her out and I won't be mad at you. If that's what you want, then don't let me stop you."
Once her head dropped back to the bed, and after making sure there wasn't anything else Cleria wanted to address, he slowly grabbed the handle of her door and quietly left.
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Jeanne didn't know what caused her bones to rattle uncontrollably. The fact that a renowned Seraph was under the same roof as them or the suffocating silence that kept expanding around the house.
The former saint occasionally wondered if they were under heavy attack by a terrorist with a time-based ability, but the slight movements of her friends tossed that idea to the bin.
Tobio looked everywhere but forward.
Roygun leaned on a wall with folded arms, eyes on her feet.
As much as Bova and Siegfried headbutted constantly, they often reacted in the same way—she doubted they were aware of this mutual trait. For this occasion, they had stoic expressions that kept their emotions in check—reacting only to the slightest movement made by the Angel. Sometimes, she wondered what thoughts crossed their minds.
Perhaps the only one failing to read the room was Ingvild. The girl was at sixes and sevens. As she fumbled with her hair, the Half-Devil tried to get to the bottom of this.
Valerie… it was the first time she saw the Dhampir sporting a concerned look. Her dark, red orbs lingered on the staircase in which he disappeared along with his cousin. Jeanne shared her sentiments.
"You've grown so much."
Jeanne jumped at the call of her name, her eyes instantly met the gentle greens of the Seraph.
Startled, Jeanne pointed herself, "M-me?" Jeanne resisted the urge to bonk her head, "Of course, she's speaking to you, you idiot!"
Gabriel giggled, "Yes!" she looked over the silver-haired, "you as well, Siegfried!"
Siegfried said nothing but offered a nod of acknowledgment.
"It's good to see both of you in good health," Gabriel clasped both hands, "I pray Daniel has been watching over you two?"
"If by Daniel you refer my master, then yes, he has," Siegfried folded his arms, "now it's my turn to pay the bills."
"It's nice to hear you cover each other's back!" The Messenger of Heaven beamed in return, "Siegfried. Jeanne. May I ask you a question?"
The silver-haired and blonde shared looks. Siegfried returned to Gabriel, "You may."
"Are you two enjoying your new lives?"
"So far, so good," Siegfried responded, "and I expect this to continue this way. As a Reincarnated Devil, I can feel my potential further grow compared to when I was a human. I look forward to seeing how far I can go with my new life as a Devil."
Gabriel accepted his answer with a nod, "And you, Jeanne?"
Jeanne brushed aside a strand of her hair as she looked down to her feet.
"… It's hard to talk with me, isn't it?" Gabriel's expression fell a bit, "It's okay. Sometimes, I lose my voice as well. You and many other people had to suffer for what happened four years ago. There's no excuse for what we did. As such, Michael and I will take full responsibility."
Bova growled a little, "You've got a lot to say about," he sneered, "but we have yet to see it."
"Stop, Bova," Jeanne interrupted him before facing the Angel, "What happened, happened. I always look at the bright side of things despite the odds. In this case, I'm glad you're here to make amends and trying to mend things," she clenched her fist, "It's true that it hurt after I was banned by the Church… and the way it was dealt with only deteriorated the wound. But in that spiral of pain, I met good friends. All of that made me who I am now and I don't have any regrets. And despite I disapprove some things of the Church and Heaven… I won't hate you because you're an Angel."
Gabriel looked surprised, but melted into a fond smile, "I'm glad… thank you for your honest answers. It's a breath of fresh air to get confirmation of—achoo!"
Everyone watched the Angel bend forward after a strong sneeze. Jeanne blurted out, "Um, bless you."
"Thank you!" Sniffing, Gabriel balled her hands to rub her slightly red eyes, "I apologize for my appearance. I must be doing a poor job of looking presentable before you."
Jeanne rubbed her arm, "It's okay."
Gabriel gave her a thankful smile and focused on the silent hybrid, "You must be the one who possesses the Sephiroth Graal."
"…"
"Your silence speaks volumes!" the Seraph giggled, "May I have your name, please?"
The Dhampir roamed her wary gaze over the Angel. She eventually introduced herself, "…Valerie."
"Valerie," Gabriel hummed, "I know this is so sudden to ask, but would you be so kind to let me see your Sacred Gear?"
Valerie narrowed her eyes, "Why?"
"I heard so many rumors about your case," Gabriel explained, "And I would love to see with my own eyes if what they say it's true."
Valerie hesitated, but gradually mellowed out. Opening her hand, she summoned the small Sacred Gear atop her palm.
"Thank you," Gabriel carefully grabbed the golden cup and studied it longingly. She could see her reflection staring back at her, "the Holy Chalice, one of the Arma Christi… it's beautiful."
Valerie heard her whisper, "Beautiful?" she cackled a little, "If the definition of beautiful is being browbeaten by your family for carrying a Longinus then yes, I suppose Sephiroth Graal is the epitome of beauty."
"This must be the sarcasm that Cleria told me about," Gabriel grimaced to the satirical words, "I apologize. I should have taken into account what you went through in your former hometown."
"All I ask is to avoid throwing flatteries to my Sacred Gear whenever I'm nearby."
"I understand," the Angel returned her attention to the relic on her grasp. "You managed to make us all scratch our heads in confusion, Valerie. All previous possessors only owned a single Grail, but you carry three. We were aware of the existence of subspecies Sacred Gears—Siegfried is a prime example—but to imagine that a Longinus could also be affected by this phenomenon… just how much hidden potential the Sacred Gears truly have?"
No one spoke a word, letting the woman of Heaven ramble on.
Gabriel clutched tightly the chalice, "… If the True Longinus embodies both the Destiny and Will of Father… then Sephiroth Graal personifies the Covenant and Judgement."
The Seraph moved closer to the owner, "Take it, Valerie," she lend back the Longinus, "Father has made His choice."
Valerie slowly grabbed it, but the Seraph didn't let go, "Do you have it?"
"Yes."
"Say the words, please."
Valerie's grip tightened, "I have it."
Just as Gabriel let go, the sound of steps echoed from the staircase.
"I'm back," all the attention refocused to the gray-haired finally stepping into the kitchen, "sorry for making everyone wait for so long."
"Welcome back," Gabriel greeted him.
"What happened?" Tobio finally spoke up. "You two took a good chunk of time up there."
"We just…" Danhauser drawled, feeling the intense stare of Roygun on his back. He chose to ignore it, "we were just talking about something personal."
"Mind your own business, Tobio. Got it," Slash Dog thumbed over his shoulder, "Anything else you have to wrap up around here? Because we still got a party to hit on my bar."
"Yeah… about that," Danhauser rubbed the back of his neck, "I'll sit this one out."
Tobio stared, deadpanly, "You're kidding."
"I wish I was, but I'm not. All my energy got drained up on my way here. All I want to do is lie down now."
"Great," Tobio groaned, "everything is falling apart. Party is over boys."
"Don't be a drama queen. I didn't say the party cancels out," the heir pointed out, "I just won't be there."
"It won't be the same," Tobio sighed, "but fine, if that's what you want, then I won't push it."
"Drink something in my stead," Danhauser nodded to his other servants, "don't be shy and keep him company. Go enjoy yourselves."
"Will you be okay, master?" Siegfried asked. "After all, you have an unexpected visit…"
"I'll live."
"Are you sure?" Jeanne took a step forward, "I can stay around if you want…"
"What's with the long faces?" Danhauser laughed briefly, "We won two Rating Games, didn't we? You guys should celebrate because of it. Enjoy the rest of the night—doctor's orders!"
"You heard the boss. Let's make like a tree and leave," Tobio instructed almost immediately, "get closer, I can save us the walk by teleporting us."
Jeanne pursed her lips but still obeyed just as Siegfried and Bova soon followed.
"We'll stay in contact," Danhauser waved until his four servants disappeared in a flash of light. "Can't say I'm not surprised that you didn't go."
"I see no purpose for me to assist if you won't," Valerie casually responded behind him, "Parties are not my cup of tea either."
"I-I didn't do anything to help in your games," Ingvild muttered, "… I shouldn't be there unless I contributed in something."
Danhauser only smiled to the pair, "Take Ingvild with you, see you upstairs."
Valerie gently squeezed his hand before walking away with Ingvild.
Once they were out of earshot, Danhauser heaved a sigh, "Seraph Gabriel," he turned to her, halfheartedly, "… your health hasn't improved from our last talk."
The blonde angel winced a little, "I'm afraid so."
Danhauser turned to Roygun, "Give Cleria some company."
The pink-haired said nothing in return, merely pushing herself off the wall and walking away.
Gabriel looked worried, "Did something happen to her?"
"She's alright."
A sigh of relief escaped her, "That's good to hear… I grew worried for a second."
"Right."
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"The party your friend previously mentioned, is it because of your two victories against the next heads of Gremory and Bael, isn't it?" Gabriel did her best to keep the conversation alive. She clapped, "Congratulations! I wish I could see it to cheer for your team, I pray the best for your future matches, Daniel."
"Thanks," Danhauser readied himself with a long breathe, "Okay, look, this is a misunderstanding. You shouldn't be here, Seraph Gabriel."
The Seraph blinked owlishly, "But Cleria told me it wasn't an issue..."
"I don't doubt that. But she didn't consult it with me and Roygun," Danhauser pursed his lips before continuing, "I'll take half the blame here, I should've been honest with her and we could've prevented opening this damn can of worms. I also should have been honest with you."
"Daniel," Gabriel moved forward, and Danhauser responded with a step back, "When we concluded our first talk, I noticed that our first meeting did not fix the bad blood between us–it turned out worse."
Danhauser fought the urge to snort, "You don't say."
"Michael and I… we got off on the wrong foot," the Angel continued, "On that day, I learned that actions speak louder than words. What you do is more important than what you say, because the things you do show your true intentions and feelings. That's why I'm here, to make it up to each one of you and prevent that the hatred between the Biblical Faction that sprouted by targeting its roots."
"The suspicion and distrust between Hell and Heaven started way, way back—before, during, and after the Great War," Danhauser reminded the war veteran, "Not around the drama between my cousin and Masaomi."
"Indeed," Gabriel agreed, "After the postwar, the fire that raged between the Biblical Faction still burned strong, but as time passed, these flames dismissed into cinders. What happened four years ago rekindled these old flames... and the Vatican Invasion only turned it into a wildfire."
"If this is about the peace treaty, then you should discuss it with the Four Great Satans and the Governor-General," Danhauser said, "I don't know who is in charge of the Foreign Affairs within Grigori, but Satan Leviathan runs that position, not me."
"We… can't," Gabriel lamented, "It's a risky move. Michael suspects that the Church will start a coup once they realize Heaven made a peace treaty with Grigori and the Remaining Pillars. Unfortunately, most Exorcists would rather push the blame to Devils and Fallen Angels than the terrorists behind the attack."
"And that's why you keep visiting Kuoh, to bust the myth about the Biblical Faction being enemies," Danhauser watched Gabriel bob her head, "let's save our time and energy. I don't think this is a good idea and I won't take any part of this with you and neither Cleria will. It's better if you find someone else."
"Daniel, with how things are going..." Gabriel said in hopes of softening his heart, but her expression saddened when she sees his face as stony as ever. "… I see," Disheartened, Gabriel began untying her apron, "Could I please say goodbye to Cleria?"
Danhauser shot her a hard stare, "We both know the answer to that."
She flashed him a weak smile in return, "Very well. I came at the wrong time it seems," she folded the apron before placing it carefully on the table, "I will take my leave and give another time next time. Farewell, Daniel."
It took a moment, but Danhauser understood her words, "Hey, wait—!" he stopped midsentence just as the Seraph disappeared in a magic circle. He kneaded his temple furiously, "Seriously, this woman! Can't words get into her damn head…?!"
He calmed down and analyzed his surroundings, "Then I should get ready in case she comes back," he placed his hand on a nearby surface and a magic circle showed up, "Should warn me if someone without demonic energy shows up."
"Or someone worse, like Cao Cao."
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"So, you have a Sacred Gear," Valerie heard Ingvild speak behind her.
And yet, the Dhampir refused to look away from the staircase, "Yes, I do," she replied, "Tobio does. Siegfried does. Jeanne does… you do as well."
"Oh… I see!" Ingvild shuffled awkwardly, "are you a princess?"
Valerie scowled, "What gave it away?"
Ingvild eyed her dress, "You dress like one…"
Valerie took a deep breath, "I am the daughter of Draculea Tepes, the IV King of the Tepes Faction of Vampires."
"Then you're a princess!" Ingvild gushed out, "Your father is a king!"
"Are princesses thrown by their father into a cell to sleep with the rats?"
Ingvild winced, "No..."
"Then I am not a princess—just her bastard child."
"What is a bastard child?"
"In the mythological world, it means the child of two different races," Valerie explained, "In my case, I was born by the union of a Human and a Vampire."
Ingvild pursed her lips, "Am I a bastard child, then?"
"Yes."
"Oh…"
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"… Do you have any stories?"
Valerie, at last, shifted her attention away from the staircase to the Half-Devil, albeit momentarily, "None of the sorts you like," she muttered, "No princesses in tall towers or handsome knights in shining armor standing against the ferocious, ravening dragon."
Ingvild blushed, "T-That's not all I like!"
"Then do tell. What do you like?"
With puffed cheeks and an angry frown, Ingvild traced circles on the wall, "I like everything…"
"Is that so? Do you want tales of the Vampires who dwell in the Tepes Faction? Do you want to hear of the slow deaths they inflict on their enemies and traitors? The werewolves they experiment with? Perhaps a tale of how they impale the Vampires from the Carmilla Faction?... Or a tale of my father's cuisine? That, in my opinion, is the most terrifying of all my tales to this date."
"Um… no," Ingvild mumbled out, "I-I think I want to go to bed."
"A wise choice."
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"… What's 'impale'?"
They heard footsteps and saw a familiar Devil, "Finally," Valerie approached just as Danhauser made the final staircase, "That took quite the time. Were you perhaps stargazing with the Seraph?"
Danhauser managed to raise a playful eyebrow, "Jealous?"
The Dhampir just rolled her eyes, "You notice? Sometimes, your genius frightens me," she sarcastically said, "Can we get inside now?"
Danhauser chuckled and twisted the knob of his room, just as the two girls stepped inside he saw his bed and paled in realization.
Unlike the one he had in Ars Goetia, this bed was crafted to carry a single person only. But since Valerie always used him as her pillow, it wouldn't affect their sleeping position.
But there wasn't any space left for Ingvild.
Hell, even Roygun had to stay in her bedroom.
"Shit…" Danhauser turned to Ingvild with an apological expression, "Hey, look… I'm sorry, but… you can't sleep with us."
Danhauser felt his heartstrings getting pulled by her puppy eyes. "Why?"
It's hard to hold her stare, "We have a guest room at the end of the corridor that you can use—!"
"No!" the Leviathan cut him off, "please, please!… I-I don't want to stay alone. I'll even sleep on the floor if you want… j-just don't kick me out… please."
"What are you even saying? I'm not letting you sleep on the floor," Danhauser paused to think, "Fine. Share bed with Valerie. I'll—!"
"It's fine, she can stay with us," to his surprise, Valerie was the one to step up, "We'll just have to make it work."
"Valerie, are you sure? The bed is small, we're going to get squeezed together."
Honestly? Who in the right mind would refuse to share the bed with two beauties? Or maybe even more?
If he didn't have a girlfriend, he would go for it.
Said girlfriend fired him a firm that silenced any objections, "I am not letting you sleep on the floor."
He flashed her a smile, "I was going to suggest that I'll sleep in the guest room until you rudely interrupted me."
"That's off the list as well!"
"Off you go to the guest room, then."
"No!" Valerie hooked her arm around his and pulled him close. He tried his best to ignore the sensation of her breasts pressed on his arm. Heavenly. "You are prohibited to sleep without me."
The Half-Devil brought a hand up, "A-And me too!"
"Two votes against one," Valerie shot him with a triumphant smirk, "I think you have nothing else to do other than concede to our terms."
"Since when the Pawn bosses the King around?" Danhauser joked, "but alright. If you're ok with it, then I won't oppose it… I just didn't think you'd feel comfortable with it."
It only made him wonder why? He was pretty sure she would throw a world war if it was Lavinia wearing Ingvild's shoes, but that's not the case here.
"Enough monologues, I'm dead tired," Danhauser was the first to lie down on the bed, not even changing for something comfortable. Ingvild was in the bathroom to change to her sleepwear with Valerie following suit after the Half-Devil finished.
"One day."
He lied in the center with Valerie and Ingvild immediately invading his left and right sides respectively.
Just as he predicted, the bed was crammed. Valerie took his chest while Ingvild tried to build as much space as she could. His nose was getting assaulted by the smell of their hair.
It was a tie–they smelled equally good.
"Not creepy at all, not creepy at all…"
The flat stare of Valerie connected with the timid one of Ingvild. The Half-Devil shuffled nervously, "U-um… good night!" she finally turned around and gave the couple a bit of privacy.
Danhauser waited minutes until he was sure Ingvild was already unconscious, "Hey, missus. Can I ask you something?"
He heard her groan slightly on his chest, "You always pick the best time for this."
The heir rolled his eyes in return just as her chin lied at the center of his chest, her red eyes piercing his, "What is it now?"
"You didn't bat an eye when Ingvild slept with us, you don't seem to mind either today. Why?"
Her face softened for a bit as she reflected on his words, "You want to know?"
"Obviously? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with sharing beds with another girl."
"Almost as if we didn't sleep with Ingvild and Roygun back in the Underworld, hmm?"
"It's different. All rooms were occupied."
"Thanks for your concern, but it's fine," she flashed him a brief small smile before looking at the unconscious Leviathan, "It's just that she reminds me of Gasper when I first met him. He wanted someone to save him."
"You were also alone," the heir gave her a gentle, massage on her scalp, "until you met Gasper – that made you two inseparable."
"Until I met you as well," she leaned into his chest and nuzzled her face against his sternum, "but enough talking–we can sob together on another occasion. Let's shut some eye already."
"You go ahead, I'll sleep when I can."
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"Tobio, all I need to know is if he will be alright."
"I think we both know the answer to that," Tobio could feel the unconvinced stare of the blonde girl digging in his skull. After gulping down all his drink, he continued, "Jeanne, look. Boss isn't gonna do something stupid."
"No way he will attack her or something like that," Sae added, "that'd be stirring up a hornet's nest."
"And that nest is Heaven itself," Siegfried pointed out, "he learned his lesson in a hard way."
"Still…"
"What happened with seeing life as a half-full glass?" Tobio shuffled on his stool.
"Have you seen what vengeance can do to a man?" Jeanne traced a long line on her full drink, "… You know what they say about revenge… you better dig two graves…"
"Fine," Tobio placed his empty glass on the counter, "Tell you what, if we keep an eye on him, will you loosen up?"
Jeanne looked over Siegfried, getting a nod from the former Exorcist. She finally turned to Slash Dog, "Promise?"
"I promise! With that out of the way…" The brunet turned to the bartender, "Dohnaseek! Another round over here!"
The Fallen Angel grunted while cleaning glass from the underside of the bar and filled it with an amber liquid from a barrel behind him. He popped it down in front of him with a nod, "Anything else?"
"That will do for now," Tobio thanked him, "the business was doing good while I was gone, Sae?"
"Pretty good," the green-eyed girl said, "there were live games that skyrocketed our income, but other than that, everything ran smoothly."
"I'll drink to that," Slash Dog took a quick sip, "I'm glad Governor-General lend us some of his minions to help us out in night shift."
"I HAD ENOUGH!"
e
Sae deadpanned, "Whining again, Raynare?" she sighed, "Why now?"
"This! I am complaining because of this!" Raynare pulled a bit of her maid outfit, unaware of showing a hint of cleavage at them, "Am I supposed to walk around while wearing… this?!"
"Duh? That's the dressing code for a workplace. All jobs have one."
"It's damn horrible!"
"I honestly see nothing wrong with it? That's an upgrade to your wardrobe," Kalawarner commented offhandedly, "you looked like a slut."
"True, true," Mittelt nodded.
Dohnaseek moved the cleaning rag across the counter, "Kalawarner Pot, Raynare Kettle."
"Shut it! All of you!" Raynare snapped at her subordinates. "How you three are getting used to this piss job?! You forgot already how we started?! We were part of a top domestic intelligence organization before! We were Grigori! Our jobs were to monitor, license, regulate and police the activities of Sacred Gears Users all across the globe! Not pull out chewing gum under the tables and flash our panties just to get a miserable tip from our clients! We only obeyed orders from Lord Azazel! From Lord Shemhazai! To any of the Cadres! Not from a damn brat with a braindead nickname!"
"We're in Japan—you shouldn't be accepting their tips."
"Are you three even fucking listening?!"
"Okay, you're making a scene now. And I'm not liking every bit of it," Tobio recalled something. "Boss is still fuming, ain't he? Someone should give him a call and tell him that we got a punching bag here to vent off all his feelings."
All the Fallen Angels paled.
"N-no!" Raynare did a one-eighty and hugged his leg as if her life depended on it. "Please! Mercy! Anything but that!"
"He can't know we are here!" Mittelt quickly clung on his remaining leg, "Please don't! You can even cut our salary!"
"Cut what?" Tobio pushed them off his legs, "You guys are not getting paid!"
"That's illegal in most countries," Siegfried commented from his seat.
"Fine. Let's call it penal labor," Tobio thundered his fingers in realization, "even better! Community service! It has a nice ring to it!"
"For how long do we have to work here anyway?" Dohnaseek grunted.
The brunet nodded to his partner, "Sae?"
"According to the Governor-General…" Sae pulled a paper sheet out of nowhere, squinting her eyes as she skipped to the last paragraph of the contract. She whistled, "Woah, that's, um, that's a lot of zeros."
"H-Hey…!" Mittelt swallowed the lump on her throat, "Y-You're pulling our hair, right?"
Her grieves went deaf ears as Tobio joined Sae on her reading, "Geez… Isn't that Baraqiel's age?"
"Maybe more."
"It has to be a typo!" Raynare squeezed between the pair, "It has to be!"
"Lucky you, it isn't!" Tobio pocketed the contract, "Now chop, chop! It's time to hassle! I wanna see the floor sparkle before I go to bed!"
Raynare hung her head in defeat, "This is the worst…"
"Hey, it's either working here for the rest of your life or taking a dip in the frozen lake of Cocytus," Slash Dog shrugged, "pick your poison."
"You could always swap places with Kokabiel, Ray," Kalawarner suddenly said.
Raynare glared at her, "Oh now you're on their side?!"
"All I'm saying is that we're lucky to have this after the incident with Kokabiel."
"That could have happened to anyone!"
"Alright, alright," the blue-haired woman rolled her eyes, "let's just get started, okay? We don't have all night."
Raynare fought the tears as she rambled on, all while passing the wet mop through the floor.
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"Pure Devils continue to decline, Reincarnated Ones take the lead in population," Danhauser glanced to another section of the newspaper, "Danhauser 'Heir of Rating Games' Belial is on fire on this tournament, says Zekram Bael."
He flipped the page.
Again.
"Ruval Phoenix vs Danhauser Belial: Who is the strongest?!"
Again.
"'Not a Rating Game, but a propaganda," professional analysts critics the way the match was handled."
And again.
"Danhauser Belial, the only Heir without a Queen. Who will become the right hand of the future Rating Game Champion? This article has ten potential members."
Last one.
…
His gaze softened.
"After an overwhelming defeat, Sairaorg Bael faces a great loss of political support."
He folded the newspaper aside and kneaded his eyes, shifting his attention at the two people accompanying him on the table.
"Oh-ho! You're the Leviathan girl that everyone fusses about, the Sleeping Beauty in the flesh!" Ingvild withdrew her head back as Azazel inched his face closer to study her. He massaged his goatee, "Orange eyes, purple hair, and that familiar demonic energy… pulls me back to the old days."
"You're scaring her, Azazel," Danhauser told him.
"My bad. Wasn't my intention to make her feel uncomfortable! It's just weird seeing those eyes staring back at me without contempt," Azazel leaned back on his seat, "I met your ancestor way back if it wasn't obvious. I can't say it was a pleasure getting to know the Original Leviathan."
"T-That's the second time I hear it," she gazed down to her knees, "people pointing out that the family side of my mom is full of awful people."
"I can't sugarcoat the harsh truth," the Fallen Angel broke into a smile, "But you aren't like them. You seem polite enough. Hell, we're even holding a decent conversation so far! That's progress on my book! You and Vali should get along well."
"Who's Vali?" Her big eyes seemed to expand even further, "I-Is he like me?"
"Well, he isn't cute as you," Azazel laughed at her yelp, "but he's also descendant of the Original Satans, and holds a Sacred Gear to top it off!" he faced Danhauser, "drop one day to Grigori, I'd love to have a look on her Sacred Gear."
"I was planning to ask you that favor."
"My door is always open," Azazel said, "Hey, look. I can tell you from experience that babysitting a Half-Devil hailing from a Satan House will drive you nuts, but the memories will be worthwhile later on. Make sure to be there for her, alright?"
"And why me?"
Azazel winked at him, "The prince must protect his Sleeping Beauty."
"I'll keep an eye on her," Danhauser assured him, "Now that you mentioned him, how's the Shota Dragon? I haven't heard of him for a while now."
Nor Lavinia.
"He's in an all-horns-and-rattles mood," Azazel scratched his goatee, "I know Vali isn't the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but years of watching the brat grow helped me get a good reading of him now and then… he's been going out a lot."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it means. After you defeated his rival on television, he's been sneaking out of his room lately. I wouldn't worry too much, we're keeping track of his activity in the headquarters," his expression soured, "I'm starting to take your word as gospel, however."
"He's after Rizevim, Azazel," Danhauser stressed.
"I just wish you were so damn wrong," Azazel massaged the sides of his head, "Man, what a grief. The brat isn't strong to even last a minute. The power gap between them is like the distance between earth and heaven. Not even with Juggernaut Drive will he be able to leave a scratch."
…
"By the way, congrats on defeating the Sekiryuutei and the Lion King in the Rating Games," Azazel quickly changed the subject, "that's not a feat that anyone can brag about."
And Danhauser followed his lead, "Hearing this coming from the mouth of the Governor-General fills my chest with pride."
"Don't get carried away! We don't want to fill your head with ego. However, if you defeat the Blue Phoenix I'll be sure to bath you with praises!" Azazel looked all over the lobby. "Have to say, you picked a good hotel to shuteye. It may not be a 5-star place, but it surely feels comfy. All your students must be enthusiastic about their rooms as we speak."
"Cleria always picks this one," Danhauser watched as Ingvild reached for one of the magazines on the table, "I guess there's an agreement between them."
Because in the Light Novels, Sirzechs and Serafall had a hotel in their name somewhere in Kyoto. Not this time.
"Seems so," Azazel hummed. "There's a reason why I wanted to meet you here, I hope Slash Dog filled you with the blanks?"
"He said you wanted to speak with me. But that's all about it, he didn't tell me the purpose behind it," he explained, "I'm honestly surprised you guys are here, the High Priestess isn't fond of outsiders visiting Kyoto."
"The High Priestess gave us access to her territory," Baraqiel finally spoke as he stood beside Azazel like a bodyguard, "from a reliable source, we found out that she'll be receiving visits."
Danhauser tensed at that, "Is she fine?"
"We talked an hour ago. She is wary but fine," the heir relearned to breathe, "You brought your peerage with you, correct?"
Danhauser nodded, "They're around the corner, keeping an eye out there for me as I watch my students."
"We'll get into that later," Azazel cleared his throat. "I'll cut the chase here—I want you and your peerage to be part of the anti-terrorist cell to fight Khaos Brigade."
The gray-haired's eyes almost bulged out, "Of all the things I imagined you to ask, that was not one of them…"
Azazel barked a laugh, "And what else could ask you? Dating tips?"
"I don't know," Danhauser scratched his scalp in deep thought, "running some errands for you or something?"
"Sorry, but I found a better suitor to handle my groceries," Azazel took a cautious sip of his hot coffee, "Slash Dog, ring any bells?"
Grunting, Danhauser spared Ingvild a look—who was entertained with the magazine's picture about of the sea life—before turning back to the Fallen Angel, "Why?"
"I'm growing old, kid," Azazel feigned grief, "few things can keep this old bag of feathers entertained now."
"Huh. Such as?"
"Women, Sacred Gears and nostalgic memories," he counted them off, "You and your peerage are under the third option. What do you say, kid? Want to pop open our time capsule just for the sake of reviving old memories?"
"… I guess we have yet to settle the score with Satanael and the Wizards of Oz."
"And we make a good team!" Azazel supplied, "plus, it'd be a breath of fresh air to work with someone I know and trust."
The gray-haired curved an eyebrow, "My intuition senses a bit of drama."
"And your intuition struck right in the nose," Azazel released a pent-up breath, "Between us? I'm not fond of some of the members of the Entente. I can't believe I'm going to say this but I'm siding with Hades macte."
"What's next, the sky is falling?" Danhauser frowned a bit, "what's happening?"
"At first, I had my sights on Śakra…" Danhauser felt a shudder on his backbone, "but after digging a bit of intel… Parvati began throwing mixed signals too. They are giants on the organization, having too many powerful beings with ulterior motives in the same room doesn't sit well with me honestly."
"I have no room to judge your decisions, but," Danhauser drawled, "… is it smart to keep these two as members of the organization?"
"You know the saying kid, keep your friends close and enemies closer," Azazel quoted, "My favorite quote from the movie."
"Isn't that a quote from The Art of War?"
"I believe it was from Niccolò Machiavelli's book," Baraqiel hummed.
"Who cares!" Azazel snapped, "The point is, if we keep them part of our group, we'll be able to keep tabs on their actions."
"That's not what the quote means…" a glare from Azazel made Baraqiel quickly drop the subject and move on, "But Governor-General has a good point. And we're in no position to decline the strength of Hindu Gods. The leader of the Khaos Brigade is a greater threat."
"Point," Danhauser drummed his fingers on the table, "I'll imagine that Satan Lucifer and the Archangel are part of this too?"
"They are," Azazel nodded, "as far as I can tell, Michael still has to speak with the Pope about it. Crimson Satan chose his peerage to be the champions of Ars Goetia, but Satan Leviathan will be speaking on behalf of Ars Goetia… or even the Underworld."
"And my team will be representing Grigori," It was mostly a statement than a question.
"Grigori and Grauzauberer," Azazel smirked triumphally, "I twisted Mephisto's arm to lend us Absolute Demise."
"Mephisto and Lavinia?" Danhauser whistled, "You weren't kidding about reviving old memories."
"I don't have the heart to discard them from the party!" Azazel exclaimed as he lifted his warm coffee, "Take your time, kid. You don't need to give me your answer right away. I'm aware you have too much on your plate given your family's situation. Give it some thought and throw me a call once you made a decision."
"You'll hear something from me, eventually," the gray-haired vowed.
"Almost forgot," after placing the empty cup on the saucer, Azazel reached out for his coat pocket, "I got you a present for the four birthday parties I've missed out on."
"Bribery now?"
"Don't look at me like that you brat! You left me no choice!" Azazel grinned, "I'm forced to pull the big guns here!"
Once the blond placed his gift on the table, Danhauser realized what it was. It was a weapon that could easily get confiscated by the hotel if they spot it in the open air. It had the shape of a jousting lance and the size of a dagger with a purple jewel at the bottom of the handle.
There was a glimmer of recognition in Danhauser's eyes, "Is that…?"
"An Artificial Sacred Gear," Azazel watched him grab one of his many creations, "it has the spirit of the Gigantis Dragon—Fafnir—residing within it."
"Fafnir?" Ingvild swallowed hard, "a-as if the dragon that was slain by the hero Siegfried?"
"Someone did her homework," Azazel praised her, "the one and only."
"I-I never thought it'd be this close…" Ingvild fiddled with her magazine, casting wary glances to the Sacred Gear, "Isn't he dangerous?"
"Only dangerous to women," Azazel snickered at her now pale complexion, "I call it the Down Fall Dragon Spear. Cool name, isn't it?"
"Spear?" Danhauser scoffed whilst inspecting each corner of the weapon thoroughly, "Looks like a butt plug to me."
"If you're bold enough…"
"W-What is a butt plug?"
Everyone froze. They slowly turned to Ingvild who was looking up from her magazine bashfully.
"This one is curious! Don't worry, Danhauser got you covered!" The heir deadpanned at the Governor-General, "What? You made the joke, it's your ought to explain the punchline for those who didn't get it!"
Danhauser just rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I'll tell you later."
"Is it something bad?"
"No…?" the gray-haired pulled the collar of his shirt awkwardly just as Azazel snickered, "I rather, uh, not talk about it in public."
"Okay…"
Thanking any god watching over him, Danhauser weighed the golden dagger on his palm, "But why?"
"To see it in action," Azazel shrugged, "I wanted to give it to you before your fight against the Lion King. Picture this: An epic showdown between the Golden Lion King and the Golden Monarch Dragon! One for the books if I do say so myself!"
"And what happened?"
"I've come with a small, unanticipated problem," once the former Seraph saw the blank stare at his way and quickly elaborated, "that quickly got patched up."
"Huh-huh," he tossed it in the air and caught it, "What are the chances of this blowing up on my face?"
Azazel looked indignant, "Don't be a crybaby. I made sure it's safe for the user. After calibrating it, one of my agents, Nanadaru Shigune, tested it in our training grounds for hours and saw nothing wrong with it."
"Hn. As epic as fighting Sairaorg with this sounds, I doubt I'd be able to employ it on the fight," Danhauser twirled the weapon, "I have to document it with the Rating Game Committee as I did with Siegfried's swords and Jeanne's banner… which was a damn hassle. I'd be able to get away with it if I was born with the Sacred Gear like my servants, however."
Azazel grinned, "Well, it doesn't have to be in Rating Games! You're a Trouble Magnet, a bad guy will eventually pop out of the blue and fight you."
"You just sounded like Yasaka."
"For real though, all I want is to know if Down Fall Dragon Spear can hold up against powerful forces and not dummy targets."
Danhauser judged at the Sacred Gear in his hand, then at Azazel, his gaze rocked back and forth between the invention and the inventor.
"I'll keep it," the heir decided, teleporting the Sacred Gear away, "but I won't use it. Someone from my peerage will give it good use."
Azazel froze with his jaw open, an awkward cough from Baraqiel melted his stupor. "Uh, suit yourself!" he flashed the Devil two awkward thumbs up, "but, I have to point this out… you're aware it can overall enhance all your powers and abilities, right? You'll get temporarily powerful without breaking a sweat!"
Danhauser's eye twitched suddenly, "I think not, miss me with that shit," he grumbled, "If I were to accept powerups on a platter, I'd be doomed to make the same mistakes as them."
Azazel stared intently at the gray-haired, trying to get on his head. "… Well, at least it won't be abandoned on a shelf to gather up dust. Something else you wanna talk about? We still have the time it seems."
…
"I…" Danhauser weighed his options for a moment before gathering courage, "I need your wisdom to clear my doubts," he glanced at Ingvild before continuing, "What can you tell me about Enlightenment?"
Both Fallen Angels exchanged confused stares. Azazel turned back to Danhauser with a puckered forehead, "Enlightenment?" he parroted just to receive a hum from the gray-haired, "I guess you aren't talking about philosophical movement."
"Far from it."
"Thought so," he grunted and became silent for a while. He rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh, "I'll be frank with you, you came to the wrong person to ask this."
Inwardly cursing, Danhauser clicked his tongue, "Not even you…?"
"Doesn't mean I don't know about it," Azazel retorted, "I'm aware that it exists, but what I'm about to tell you is only the small part of a much larger concept."
"I'll take whatever you have," Danhauser motioned him to continue, "It's better than nothing."
Azazel cleared his throat, "… Enlightenment, in a nutshell, is your entry ticket to transcendence," he started, "everyone carries it within them."
Both of Danhauser's eyebrows went up, "Everyone?" he gestured all around the active lobby, "all the humans around us have it as well? Including us?"
"That's right. As long as you have a soul, you carry Enlightenment with you," Azazel brought a finger up, "However only a tiny fraction of the world's population has it awakened... like you for example."
…
Danhauser strained a chuckle, "Took you a while to guess it."
"It did," Azazel admitted, "I was at first confused why a Pure Devil of all things would ask me that, but then I connected the dots," he rubbed his face, "Crap, kid. I can't still believe you have Enlightenment. Well then, if Sun Wukong was the first Youkai to have it, it was only a matter of time before Pure Devil claimed that title as well."
"How do you find out that you somehow awakened Enlightenment?" Danhauser paused afterward, "How do you awaken your Enlightenment?"
"You'll be surprised to know that the majority of the masses are clueless as they carry on with their daily basis. It's something that only deities can spot with ease… and maybe by those that mastered Senjutsu or push hard enough to catch a glimpse," Azazel folded his arms, "And the process to awaken it… I'm just as in the dark as you are."
"Damn," Danhauser calmly processed the information he just received, "this is the part where we hit a wall."
"Yep."
"The only way to see what's under the iceberg's tip is by asking a deity now," Danhauser mumbled.
"Or even better, someone whose Enlightenment evolved," Azazel suggested, "they're the subjects to series of transformations to achieve their desired results after all. They can share their experiences."
Easier said than done.
Danhauser bobbed his head absentmindedly, "I'll see what I can do. Thank you, Azazel."
"Take my words with a grain of salt, kid. And be careful who you approach," the Fallen Angel then groaned. "Ah, screw it. I'll say it! I can't see you as a god."
The gray-haired raised an eyebrow in amusement, "You can't?"
Azazel leaned forward to him, eyes squinted, "Nope, still can't!" he dropped back to his chair with a chuckle, "a Pure Devil becoming a god? Give me a break."
"A Buddha, then."
You're pulling my leg, right?"
"Then what should I become?"
The Fallen Angel stared at him deadpanly, "A Super Devil?"
"Never heard cases of Pure Devils becoming Super Devils by Enlightenment, let alone Pure Devils having Enlightenment," Danhauser blew air from his nose, "my options are looking to be limited here. Either a God or a Buddha."
Azazel kneaded his eyes, "Seriously, this is the Tower of Babel all over again. When people try to transcend, they fail miserably."
"Thanks for having faith in me."
"I mean no disrespect here, it's just the way it is. Only a small number have managed that. Gautama Buddha and Guan Yu come to my mind."
"You'll be adding Danhauser Belial to that list soon enough," the heir vowed before suddenly furrowing his brows, "Anyway, wasn't the purpose of the Tower of Babel was to try to reach God by building the tower rather than becoming God?"
"Exactly. By building it they would reach God, be on the same level with Him," Azazel drawled, "Or better yet, take as an example the Original Lucifer. He declared war on Him, tried to usurp The Throne, and paid the consequences soon after."
"Azazel, if you're telling me to act as if I don't have Enlightenment, then drop it. I want answers."
"Honestly? You shouldn't," Azazel released a withering sigh, "I'd do the same thing if I were on your shoes. Just be careful with your footing."
Through the corner of his eye, Danhauser spotted Baraqiel pressing a finger inside his ear, "Understood," he faced his superior with that stoic expression, "They're here."
"Well, duty calls now!" the Governor-General stood up, "it's for the best if you come with us—you don't want to miss this."
"I'll tell my peerage to stay near the hotel," Danhauser invoked a magic circle beside his ear just as Ingvild stretched with a soft yawn, "What should we expect?"
"There won't be any bloodshed between them," Baraqiel promised him, "but expect sparkles fly between the two parties."
"Just stay on your guard," The Governor-General dusted his coat off, "and grab some popcorns for the show."
.
.
It didn't take long for the Yasaka Shrine to come into view, and behind them, the upper part of the hotel that his students were hosted was still visible between buildings.
They attracted wary stares and scornful glares from other Youkais passing by—not enjoying the sight of other races aside from humans walking on the same streets as them. Ingvild either was oblivious or simply distracted by Japanese architecture.
Something he just barely noticed was the increase of hostility for each step they took, relying on the dark emotion as to not lose their destination point.
Thankfully none of it was directed toward them.
But rather, at their archenemies.
"Let's stop here," Azazel suggested, nodding at the distance, "we're on the front rows. Look."
It's just as Baraqiel predicted, sparks were flying from the eyes of the two parties. They could feel it from where they stood—in the background.
They were on an intense stare-down—waiting for either party to speak up first.
Blocking the entrance of the shrine with guards that resembled armored Onis was the High Priestess of the Sun—Yasaka.
Danhauser felt relief wash all across his body. The Hero Faction hadn't captured Yasaka to summon Great Red on Earth through the Dragon Gate.
Her source of aggression was a tall man in his mid-twenties. He only donned martial arts pants. He was shoeless and shirtless, making it easier to identify his defined muscular build.
But one of his most noticeable features was the large tattoo covering most of his back. It depicted a fierce-looking yellow eastern dragon with the short mane of a lion.
Despite being different races, they were emitting the same aura.
He was accompanied by a shorter woman with curves that made models fume in envy. She had long black hair tied into a ponytail with a lace ribbon keeping it in place.
If it wasn't for her red eyes, Danhauser would immediately guess it's Akeno skipping her studies for a day of distraction.
But she was just a carbon copy of the Half-Fallen Angel.
It only took Danhauser a few seconds to finally identify her, "… Suzaku?"
Feeling their stares, the black-haired swirled her head toward them, a small frown framing her features as she spotted them.
But it was quickly replaced by a flash of recognition. Suzaku's lips curled upwards before turning back to the matter at hand with her smile still intact.
"So. High Priestess," the good-looking man broke the intense silence, "it's a shock to see you without that sacred mirror floating beside you. I'll imagine our Highness is occupied with matters on Takamagahara?"
"What do you want, Lord Ouryuu?" Yasaka asked pointedly.
"Straight to the point it is, then," he folded his strong arms, "You know why we're here. Are you going to let us in to discuss privately or not?"
"Lord Ouryuu," while her voice remained professional, Danhauser could taste the venom underneath her tone, "You—!"
"Nakagami," Ouryuu cut her off, seemingly annoyed, "we went through this ordeal over and over again, High Priestess. I will rather be referred by my name than being regarded in the same light as that animal."
Suzaku sighed.
"Lord Ouryuu," the High Priestess—as usual—ignored his request, "You and your kin are not welcomed here."
"We're not?" Nakagami narrowed his eyes and showed his palms, "Kyoto… no. Japan was built by the bloodied hands and will of humans themselves—history never lies," he clenched his fists, "us allowing Youkais to wander in the Human World is just a touch of our generosity and naiveness. What makes you restrict entrance to us?"
"As usual, always blowing the subject out of proportion. You never fail to impress, Lord Ouryuu," Yasaka scoffed, "Let this be the last time that you put ill words in my mouth. I do not prejudice or bigotry humanity, they are more than welcome to start a new life in Kyoto."
"Pity that most of them are not even ashamed of bearing those thoughts," Lord Ouryuu exchanged glares to the Onis guarding the Twelve-tailed Fox against behind.
"However," The Daiyoukai continued, "The Five Principal Clans are not welcomed here. It is because of your crimes that most of my people put humanity in a bad spotlight, to begin with."
"Crimes?" The man laughed vehemently, "Should I count the ones your people did? I may need more fingers for that."
"Ouryuu, please. We are not here to rehearse old grudges," Suzaku finally intervened, "the matter at hand is essential it seems, you wouldn't have come here if you didn't agree. We should hurry as well, our friends are waiting for us from the entrance."
"Hmph. Very well," Lord Nakiri conceded, "If you won't give us the hospitality of your shrine, then I might as well say it here. It's my understanding that Kyoto Youkai assigned a Buddha as their guardian—lent generously to you by the Lord of Hell."
From all the experience Danhauser had with Yasaka, he knew that a twitch of her fox-ears was a sign of irritation, "… Such stubbornness. A Clan Head should just look to their people. I don't know who you believe you are to go around and make inquiries to deities above us. I made it clear to you many times now—I won't help you ask for an audience with King Enma."
"Maybe you won't cooperate," Nakagami grunted, "but that Buddha… they're my only gateway to King Enma."
"The Buddha is off the list as well," the Daiyoukai sharply said, "I won't permit anyone disturbs the peace and duties of the Buddha, especially when it's a very nosy Clan Head."
Lord Ouryuu chuckled, "What a cold woman," he broke into a haughty grin, "Stone cold dare I say. That attitude will only keep away any potential suitors."
Yasaka stiffened.
Suzaku's eyes grow wide, "Nakagami!"
"I kid, I kid," he had that smirk on his face as he brought his hands up in mocking surrender, "our conversation was worsening by the time we opened our mouths, and a joke was needed to break the ice. I apologize if I touched a personal subject."
"… I think this little dance has become a bit repetitive, hasn't it?" the blonde Youkai recovered with a growl, looking at him dead in the eye, "I won't longer play this game with you. I demand an answer now. This is the nth time that you requested a meeting with King Enma with the same results now. Why are you so frantic to see him privately?"
Nakagami lowered his eyes to stare at his clenched fist, "I prefer to keep that answer for myself only, High Priestess," he perked into her golden eyes with a sneer, "It's only a matter of time before you eventually stress out, crumble and submit to my terms."
"I wouldn't be the High Priestess if I displayed acts of submissiveness to the Five Principal Clans," Yasaka nodded behind him, "the exit is from the way you came. My soldiers will escort you to the gates."
"We can show ourselves our way out," Lord Nakiri refused the offer.
"But I insist," Yasaka snapped back just as four, armored Onis approached the Clan Heads.
"High Priestess," Suzaku suddenly spoke, "just one request, please?"
The Kitsune narrowed her eyes, "I pray that this isn't about upsetting a kami with selfish demands too."
"Nothing of the sort," Danhauser and Suzaku made eye contact. Her smile would make Akeno proud, "I just wish to greet our audience from up-close. If you could spare a few minutes, it would be great."
Yasaka followed her gaze and heaved a frustrated sigh, "Of course, who else?" For a moment, she looked tired, "Be swift. You'll be monitored throughout the exchange."
Suzaku bowed deeply, "Thank you," she then faced Lord Ouryuu, "Nakagami, I won't take too long. You can either wait or continue without me."
Her words seemed to stump the man and he stared off into space as he searched in his memories for something—anything.
Suzaku patted his arm comfortingly before separating from him and proceeded toward the Fallen Angels, accompanied by a couple of Onis.
"Uncle, it's been a while since we last talked face to face," Suzaku beamed to Baraqiel, "It's good to see you in good health."
"Suzaku," Baraqiel echoed, "I hope everything is running smoothly with you?"
"I will make it through, that's what matters," Suzaku bowed to Azazel, "Governor-General, a pleasure to meet the leader of Grigori in person."
"The pleasure is all mine," Azazel winked at her, "Baraqiel told me a lot about you and decided to see by myself if what he says is true."
"Then I pray to the kami that I followed your expectations?"
"None of that! You surpassed them!" the Fallen Angel guffawed, "Do tell, found any boy to wrap around your little finger yet?"
"Governor-General," Baraqiel suppressed a groan.
Suzaku laughed bashfully with a hand on her cheek, "I haven't even put any thought about that I'm afraid. But you will be the first one to know!"
Baraqiel facepalmed.
"That's a promise!"
Her attention stopped on the gray-haired this time. The corner of her lips pulled upwards, "You must be Danhauser Belial," Suzaku inspected his head to toes, "It is true then. You a Pure Devil."
The heir briefly glanced to the spot where Yasaka stood, only to see it empty now. He returned to the red orbs of the raven-haired, "That I am, but don't hold it against me."
"Now why would I hold grudges to the man that led the downfall of the Utsusemi Agency?" Suzaku giggled and spotted the purple-haired woman, "Oh my. And who would this one be?"
It almost slipped a certain Half-Devil was here with how quiet she was during the event, "She's Ingvild," he introduced her, "Ingvild, this is Suzaku."
"Hello…" the Leviathan quietly said.
"Hello to you too," Suzaku returned to Danhauser. "We never met before, but my friends and I heard quite a lot about you and your teammates."
"You sent us a letter long ago to thank us," the Devil recalled, "that's the closest thing we had for a conversation."
"So mean to bring that up!" Suzaku cupped her cheek as a color appeared from it, "My English was full of grammatical errors, I still regret to this day sending you that letter full of scribbles. I apologize, but I assure you that my English vocabulary improved over the years!"
"I should be the one apologizing, I never got the chance to send you an answer."
"Nothing to apologize about," Her smile lost a bit of brightness, "My Great Uncle would've made sure to char your reply before it reached my hands."
Veins throbbed from the temple of Baraqiel, "Clan Himejima is still making your life complicated than it is?"
"They've been a thorn to my side since I took the mantle from my granduncle," They saw how her shoulders slumped slightly, "I'm doing anything on my power to modernize our old traditions for ones that match the current era… but he still has more backup than me."
"Suou is nothing but a stick to the mud," Azazel scoffed.
"Suzaku, anything that you can share about the Dragon of Nakiri?" Baraqiel nodded to Ouryuu pondering in the background, "He's being persistent about breaching into King Enma's domain, what for?"
Lady Himejima shook her head, "I'm afraid I'm just as clueless as you are, uncle. I tried to squeeze him like lemon and get anything else from him, but he's adamant to take this secret to the grave."
"We hit a wall then," Azazel grunted, "Damn… whatever the Dragon of Nakiri wants from the High Priestess of the Sun, then it got to be important to keep getting under her skin. The Kyoto Youkai and Five Principal Clans had some negative clashes in the past after all."
Suzaku bit her lip, "Actually…" she saw how she immediately became the center of the attention, "I may have something. But not here."
Azazel's eyes flickered momentarily to the guard beside her, "Fair enough."
"What's taking you so long, Suzaku?" Suzaku's shoulders jumped briefly, "We should hurry. Genbu and Seiryuu are waiting for us by the games."
"I-I'm sorry," Suzaku stuttered, "I was just reminiscing old times."
"Is that so?" He scanned the Fallen Angels for less of a second until he stopped over the pair of Devils, "I heard about the Governor-General and your uncle-in-law, but you two? I've never seen your faces before."
Suzaku stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "The gray one is the one I told you about. The purple one is called Ingvild."
Nakagami rummaged up his memories and broke into a wide grin. "Now I remember!" He boomed a laugh that startled passing bystanders, "Danhauser Belial, right? Suzaku told me about you."
Danhauser saw Nakagami's hand outstretched and shook it, "I hope only the good things."
"Not much," he lowered his arm, "she passed me the news that you, your little group, and Grigori were behind the disbandment of the Utsusemi Agency."
"Grauzauberer helped as well," the heir supplied.
"I don't care about the magicians."
"… I see."
"Hanezu was nothing but a thorn to the Five Principal Clans," the Dragon of Nakiri grunted, "they were getting on everyone's nerves. I was planning on splitting half their organization in half, but imagine my surprise when Grigori and a bunch of Devils brought that scum and his minions to justice."
Suzaku suddenly bowed her head down, "For the actions of Hanezu Himejima and the commotion he caused on different districts of Japan, I, Suzaku Himejima, Head of Clan Himejima, formally apologizes to all of you. I ask you for forgiveness and understanding."
"Don't blame yourself, Suzaku," Baraqiel soothed her, "You don't have to apologize for anything."
"He's right," Azazel chimed in, "You weren't even the Clan Head back then. You couldn't have done anything at that moment."
"I could've helped somehow…"
"Better not," Danhauser said, "I rather not be indebted in any way to this Suou guy. From what I'm listening, he sounds awfully similar to an elder I know…"
Nakagami snickered, "You speak about not being indebted, but then what about us? Should we, mere humans, stay indebted with the Devil himself?"
Danhauser didn't react as Nakagami placed both of his hands on his shoulders, "It doesn't sit well with me. Come to my territory as my guests–it'll be my treat."
The red orbs of Suzaku sparkled, "Wonderful idea!" she clasped both hands together, "I'd love to assist as well."
"You're always welcomed. Bring the others too, Suzaku."
Danhauser curled an eyebrow at the taller man, "Your clan members will be fine about inviting supernatural beings?"
Nakagami snorted, "They can think whatever they want," he thumbed himself, "if they don't like how I lead Clan Nakiri, they can come over and say it to my face. Give me a date, Danhauser Belial, and I'll handle the rest."
Suddenly the Oni behind Suzaku slammed the butt of his naginata hard on the pavement, "Time to leave."
Ouryuu rolled his eyes.
"… Unfortunate. I supposed we overstayed our visit," Lady Himejima lamented, "It was a pleasure seeing you both."
"Anything you need Suzaku, please be sure to let me know," Baraqiel said to her niece just as Azazel flashed her a thumbs up.
She nodded at him before facing the Pure Devil, "And Danhauser… you have my thanks for watching Tobio for me. How much I would love to talk with him right now, but duty calls I'm afraid."
"… Maybe when Clan Himejima softens up, you two can reunite often," the heir offered. "For the time being, this party should suffice."
The raven-haired gave a sad smile in return. "I would love to see that day become reality. Until then, fingers crossed," she beamed to the purple-haired woman, "Take care, Ingvild."
"Bye…" the Half-Devil just gave a small wave as Suzaku and Ouryuu retreated, never looking away from the Clan Heads.
"That ended on a good note!" the leader of Grigori cheered, "I was expecting a bit more of drama, but this is a good outcome too."
Danhauser eyed the dragon tattoo on the back of Nakagami, "So, I guess those were members of the Five Principal Clans."
"Yeah. Careful with Ouryuu," Azazel warned him, "the Dragon of Nakiri is known as The Strongest Ouryuu in History."
"Great, what we just needed," Danhauser eyed cautiously his surroundings, "a Japanese Strada."
"I wouldn't go that far. The Apex of Humanity is strong because of his modified body. Most of Ouryuu's strength comes from the Sacred Beast inside him." Azazel suddenly elbowed the Devil, "you better take part in this party, kid! I saw the way Suzaku was looking at you. If you play your cards right, this could be the chance you could join us in the league of manliness!"
Ignoring the intense glare of Baraqiel, Azazel grinned at the Devil, only for it to vanish instantly.
The heir was distracted by something, that much Azazel could tell. He was looking for something or someone from the way he scanned the whole place.
"Hey, Earth to Belial, do you copy?" Azazel shook him, pulling him back to reality, "You okay?"
"… Yeah, I'm fine. I was just expecting something to happen… but never mind that," Danhauser shook his head, "Anyway, I need to head back to the hotel and watch my students the whole day."
"Sounds like a pain for you and your students," Azazel chuckled, "kids around that age don't want to be babysat."
"It is what it is."
"You should hire an assistant," the Governor-General suggested, "trust me, it will be a life-changer."
"I'll keep that in mind," Danhauser beckoned Ingvild to follow, "See you."
How much Danhauser wished Rossweisse was here.
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For a lack of a better word, Cao Cao was conflicted.
It was an outcome that he never foresaw.
The bad news continued sprouting like harvests and stockpiled until his shoulders could no longer sustain the additional weight.
Was this his fault? Was he careless throughout his research that it backfired at him? A miscalculation that could cost him in the grand scheme of things?
Where it goes wrong, though? He made sure the preparations were flawless. He was aware of the Kyoto Trip and a few Devils formed part of the student body as well. The perfect distraction for a faction that has a big suspicion of other races aside from humans.
Tonight was supposedly the successful kidnapping of the High Priestess of the Sun with Dimension Lost, leaving no clues of her whereabouts and abductors. All the blame easily shifted to the Devils that visited Kyoto on the same day that their leader disappeared. The Hero Faction was left victorious and without getting persecuted.
His plan was perfect.
Or so he thought.
He underestimated the High Priestess.
…
He needed a greater perspective to handle these new circumstances that dropped on his lap, to take a step back and see the wide-angle version of the problem. There was a lot more to see, little wonder he couldn't figure things out back then.
The Hero Faction hid inside an artificial space molded by Dimension Lost. The leader never averted away from the dozens of magic screens provided by the magician of his group. They reflected dozens of images that displayed different sections of Kyoto that fed him with information, but only a few captured his attention.
No matter how infuriating it was to observe the cause of his catastrophe, he needed to get to the bottom of this.
"Georg. Repeat the exchange between the High Priestess and the Dragon of Nakiri."
"Of course."
Cao Cao stared intently as the video rewind itself. He only nodded once.
The video paused for a split second before resuming normally.
"… then I might as well say it here. It's my understanding that Kyoto Youkai assigned a Buddha as their guardian—lent generously to you by the Lord of Hell."
"… A Buddha," Cao Cao tapped his Longinus on his shoulder as means to vent off, "I understand now. Is this the infamous domino effect that I heard everyone complaining about?"
The Five Principal Clans visiting Kyoto, first strike.
Grigori, second strike.
The Buddha, third strike, and the Hero Faction were out.
"What caused this chain reaction?" Cao Cao tightened the grip of his spear, "… The Vatican Invasion. Damn you Shalba Beelzebub, wasn't it enough to lead your faction to their doom? You must as well threaten mine even in the afterlife?"
Georg looked troubled, "Can it be salvageable?"
"It could somewhat be," Cao Cao answered, "if it wasn't by the Buddha hiding somewhere in Kyoto."
"Big shocker," the muscleman of the group feigned concern, "a Buddha is playing hide and seek, so what? Just poke them out of existence with your spear when they show up, leader."
Cao Cao briefly shot him the stinky eye, "Don't speak nonsense, Heracles. Buddhas are not men, gods, or angels. They are awakened ones."
Heracles blinked slowly, "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
"Exactly what it means," Cao Cao brought a hand under his chin. "This is fate running its course, nothing but events which are outside of the control that happens to us. To have all these powerful people reunited in one single place, there can't be any other proper explanation of this anomaly. All these demons … this is nothing short of pandemonium."
He knew very well the concept. Fate was a treacherous idea—it never played favorites. Sometimes these out-of-control external factors benefitted them, while other times they make them go through suffering.
"And as a man born with the Strongest Longinus and a wielder of a Holy Relic… I shouldn't turn my back to this gathering of demonic beings," Cao Cao clenched his jaw, "but I am no fool. Striking now with so many Faction Leaders would not only expose us in plain sunlight to the world but put a bounty on our heads."
"This was supposed to be an in-and-out mission, to begin with," Georg grimaced, "if we imitated the sins of the Old Satan Faction, we would also share a similar fate as them."
"Indeed. We will stay incognito for the time being," Cao Cao decided, "We're pulling out."
"What about our Connla and our marksman?"
"They will stay on the lookout," the Holy Spear User explained, "we need eyes everywhere."
"Understood."
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"How's everything over there, Roygun?" Danhauser asked lowly through his cellphone, sitting on the corner of bed carefully as to not disturb the sleeping Ingvild. "Everything in order over there?"
[Where do I even begin…] the pink-haired woman drawled. [A chaotic day. Once you left for Kyoto, your fanbase started bemoaning about not seeing the face of their beloved Vice-Principal strolling the hallway~! Waaah~!]
"Nothing has changed then," he pursed his lips, "And Cleria?"
He heard a sigh coming from her, [She's fine.]
"That's it?" he frowned, "anything else?"
[You should ask her for a more elaborated answer.]
Danhauser blew air from his nostrils, "Fat chance. I doubt she wants to talk with me."
[How do you know? You didn't even try it? Don't be melodramatic.]
"If you say so. By the way, I need you to keep an eye around Kuoh Town," Danhauser changed the subject. "Keep me updated if something odd happens around there? Tobio and Jeanne may stop around there, but I told them to stay in Ryoukuu Town to cover more ground."
[Huh, alright. Something happened?]
"Because I don't know where the hell Cao Cao is," his inner monologue spoke for him, but still answered, "for safety."
He could easily picture her pretended, hurtful expression, [So you won't come to protect your two girls?]
"You're enough to destroy Kuoh Town and onwards," Danhauser shuddered, "… just try to avoid giving Yasaka more reasons to put my head on a spike."
[Give me a break!] Roygun's laugh was music to the ears, [You think this old and cranky lady with back problems will be able to do such thing?]
"You're not old in Devil terms. To them, you're still wearing diapers."
[Was that supposed to be a compliment?]
"Make of it what you will," Danhauser heard her yawning shamelessly, "You're having a blast talking with me, huh."
[Oh, hush. Just a long day in Kuoh with me checking the homework of my students.]
"You shouldn't push yourself too hard. Even you need a good night's sleep."
[You're telling me this after putting me to guard the town?]
"Well—"
[… Heeheehee. I do like sleeping a lot, don't I?] the woman chuckled, [It's one of my hobbies. So trust me–I'm not pushing myself too hard.]
"If you say so…"
[You're worried about me, aren't you? Cute.] Roygun's playful tone showed up, [No one cares much as you do, you know.]
"I do what I can," Danhauser glanced to the clock over the wall, "I'll leave you now. Remember what we talked about. Good night."
[Bring souvenirs!] there was a silence, [Hey… try talking to her, alright?]
"I'll… see what I can do. Later."
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"And here I thought we were going to have phone sex," Lying on a bed, Roygun stared blankly at the wallpaper of her phone, "What are you up to now?" she muttered before drinking the last sip of her wine.
Unbeknown to anyone but him, he was dispatching two of his servant to Kuoh. It was clear as the day what for–to patrol the town.
But why, though? What made Danhauser order his servants to travel all the way here?
Was this because of Cleria inviting over Gabriel?
Or did Danhauser somehow stir up the pot again?
…
"It's just another normal day in the office to you, right?" she pulled herself off the bed and while yawning behind a hand, she walked and almost tripped over with all the garbage blocking her path. "You're so cruel, Danhauser. You're asking a lot to an old lady, you know…"
Once she reached her window, she pushed the curtain aside and peeked.
…
She hummed and stepped back, "Next stop, downstairs."
She froze as a thought dawned on her.
Downstairs.
Stairs.
Ugh.
"Why life must be a cruel mistress?" Roygun groaned and looked over the empty bottles of wine spread on the floor, "I'm out of ammo, too."
She snapped her fingers and teleported to the kitchen.
Fuck you, stairs.
Before moving, Roygun pondered for a bit. Was she making the right call? Doing a night patrol around Kuoh wouldn't be the smartest idea – she thought. They could target Cleria while she was inspecting each corner of the town. Or even ambush her once her guard drops.
Too much risk to satisfy her curiosity.
She opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. She gave it a peck before walking to the main room.
"A granny like me shouldn't be walking alone in the night," Roygun deflated on the couch, "I could get robbed by mean people~."
Roygun popped open the bottle, "It's time for my night's watch."
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"I'm back," Danhauser looked over his shoulder as Valerie entered their bedroom.
"Welcome back, Missus," he greeted her, "Everything in order?"
"It seems so," Valerie bit her lip, "I couldn't get any closer, but the lights on her room were turned, I saw the High Priestess' shadow poking from the window," she played with her dress softly, "I'm sorry. I am not skilled in the arts of stealth and espionage as Tobio."
"You did what you could," that was a middle finger to the Hero Faction, which was great, "thanks for the help."
With the Hero Faction not showing up to kidnap Yasaka, it begged the next question.
"What's their next move?" Where they going to stubbornly stick on the same plan by using Yasaka's connection to the Ley Lines to summon Great Red through the Dragon Gate? Or will Cao Cao sit this one out until another masterful plan popped at the top of his head?
From what Danhauser understood of Cao Cao's personality was that he first analyzed his foes before striking to exploit their flaws as he did with summoning Samael against Issei and co.
Did Cao Cao know about him? The idea was plausible. His Rating Games matches against Rias and Sairaorg may be broadcasted even outside the Underworld–it wasn't rocket science to watch the games in other channels that didn't have the consent of the Rating Game Committee. Illegally.
If he did, what were the chances that he knew the residents in Kuoh Town?
"It's Indra, isn't it?"
His train of thoughts came to an end by his girlfriend's voice. "What?"
"Indra," she repeated, "Is he the one making you act weird?"
Danhauser was about to correct her but chose to stay silent instead.
He recalled who was backing up Cao Cao in the shadows.
That's when he realized the depths of the situation.
If either he or anyone from his peerage killed either Cao Cao, Georg, or Leonardo, it'd warrant the attention of Indra. What would stop the God of War to reciprocate? An eye for an eye as they say.
Hell, just being part of Cao Cao's capture was enough to invoke the wrath of the Hindu God. A powerful soldier less on his army to fight Shiva.
"You'll hear from us in the future–expect us."
The final words of Śakrabefore leaving the Underworld.
Was that Indra's subtle way of reading the future? Was he labeling a warning on him?
…
Maybe he could get back up from Shiva? Or maybe not. The God of Destruction seemed uninterested in Indra's ploy.
Even if Danhauser and his peerage disposed of the Hero Faction, he doubted Shiva would offer protection in return.
Then again, Danhauser didn't like either Indra or Shiva. Usually, big people come with big problems. Gabriel was another prime example.
"That's not entirely true… but I guess it's not false either," Danhauser let out a deflated sigh as Valerie sat beside him, "I know I said I wouldn't let him live rent-free on my head… but I guess he found a way in."
"You believe Indra will come after us?"
"Of course, he won't personally come over to one-shot us," Danhauser kneaded his eyes, "He's the King of Devas and has thousands of gods working under him. He could send one of his shittiest goons to dispose of us if we become a threat of his plans."
"Cannon fodders."
"A cannon fodder maybe to the likes of Sirzechs and Ajuka," Danhauser scoffed, "but to us? We are just their chewing toys."
…
Valerie balled her hands across her thighs, "… I know someone that can help you in that regard."
Danhauser tried to stare into her eyes, but they were overshadowed by her hair, "You do?" he watched her nod weakly and his expression darkened, "Balor."
"Yes…"
"Alright, let's do it," she almost did a whiplash as her red orbs returned to meet his, "let's talk with him."
"Danhauser, are you –!"
"I am," he cut her off, "You told me he was irritating you, right? Let's see why."
She pressed a hand to his chest, "Let's lie down first."
Danhauser allowed her to push him gently on the bed. He watched her invoke her Sacred Gear.
"Drink," she offered him her Longinus, "If you are still adamant about this, I need you to drink from the chalice first."
The gray-haired eyed her Longinus skeptically, "You won't change anything in me, right?"
"I won't. I swear."
He didn't waste any time and drank the content in one go–it had no taste, but Danhauser could feel the liquid traveling on his throat. He returned the chalice to its owner, "What's next?"
Valerie didn't respond yet, also sipping from the golden chalice before lying on his chest. "Now let me handle the rest," she snuggled on him, "close your eyes."
He did as he was told and waited.
"You can open them now."
"That was fast," he slowly cracked his eyes open and studied his surroundings.
To his utter confusion, they were still in the hotel room, but it lacked lively colors. The whole place was made of a single hue—grey.
It felt cold and empty. As if someone froze time.
"Are we…?"
"We are inside Sephiroth Graal," the Dhampir finished, "this is the Secluded World."
"Where atheists go after dying… amongst other beings," Danhauser reminiscence the words of the Governor-General, "good thing we are alive."
"We just died, Danhauser."
"Tone down your jokes a bit."
"I am not making any jests," his eyes instantly landed on her as she gestured to the bed, "Look."
He followed her finger and saw his body lying down along with Valerie and Ingvild–they had their eyes shut.
And yet, their chests didn't peacefully go up and down like Ingvild's.
Danhauser could only stare at his fresh corpse in disbelief, it still had to yet sink in. "I… how? What?"
"The living can't trespass the Secluded World by any means, this is the haven for those that reached the afterlife," she saw his expression and smiled satirically. "We are just temporarily dead," she clarified as he recovered his breath, "I can return us to the world of the living anytime."
"Should've mentioned that first…"
"Ehehehe…"
Her giggle died down as vortices appeared around them. He could feel Valerie holding his arm tightly. The ambiance became colder than it already was.
"Come closer. Bask my presence," the Devil heard a drowsy voice, the entire floor shaking each time it spoke.
A grotesque assemblage seemingly endless of tentacles and eyes of different colors surfaced from the portals. Danhauser noticed how the tentacles had eyes as well.
Since the day Danhauser had been part of the plot, he had never seen something like this – let alone read it on his former world, "What… the hell is that?"
"I am Balor, the King of the Fomorians, the one with thousand eyes, and granter of life. You stand before a god," all the eyes blinked simultaneously, "I have been watching you, Devil. Most amusing."
Danhauser eyed the barbed tentacles cautiously, "To be an evil god, I'm surprised how you're behaving," he noted, "I was expecting to see an… eviler attitude."
"A portion of my powers and consciousness was unconsciously taken by the Jailer," it whispered, "transplanted to the Sacred Gear of the other Dhampir."
"Gasper." Danhauser was aware of all this. Maybe what Valerie took from Balor aside from its powers was the malicious, vicious and brutal personality that granted it the status of an evil god. Hence this one appeared to be calmer – a curse in disguise.
Overall, it followed the same concept as the Vritra Sacred Gears.
"Valerie has told me you've been speaking to her for a while now–even that you wanted a word with me," Danhauser then finally asked, "And here I am now. What do you want?"
"A moment," the countless-eyed god moved closer and stared at the pair with every one of his mismatched gazes, "Do you have a moment? Just a moment. That's all it will take…"
The heir brought a hand up to stop the approaching tendril trying to poke him, "You seek freedom. What I want to know is what you're offering in exchange?"
At this point, he wanted to keep their conversation as brief as possible. Danhauser never blamed Valerie for fearing humanoid ghosts making an apparition at horrible times—even less when one of them was Balor itself. Aside from his obvious superior power, his appearance was inconceivably bizarre.
And Danhauser doubted this was his true form, but rather—an outward aspect for mortals who have a weak heart.
"Friendship… for friendship," Balor hissed, "I'll be your guide and your brother-in-arms. The brigade of chaos is a menace. Its infinite power is only matched by its endless hunger. Its desire to retrieve their silence will only turn our world into violence."
Danhauser folded his arm, "You think you can stop the Ouroboros Dragon?"
"I can weaken their infantry," Balor said in a breathy whisper, "my servant… Crom Cruach has escaped from me for many long years. The time has come to remind him who he truly serves. What say you?"
Danhauser almost forgot about the second strongest member of the Khaos Brigade and behind only Ophis–Crom Cruach.
In a way, they had Ingvild to fill that role already. With her Sacred Gear, she should be able to put any dragons that weren't Ophis and Great Red's level on their knees. But it was risky to give a Half-Devil that just woke up that job. She barely had control of her Sacred Gear too. If she failed, it would cost them their lives.
Balor and Crom Cruach shared history. The Evil God was able to control the Evil Dragon despite the obvious gap of power between them and Crom Cruach was only set free because Lugh dealt the killing blow on Balor.
The way Balor worded his sentence didn't sit well with Danhauser either. The grey-haired frowned to the Evil God, "How can I even trust you?"
"My word is as true as fate, as inevitable as destiny," Balor's thousands eyes blinked owlishly, "Grant me what I want, and I will give you what you seek."
"And what is this that I want?"
"Answers," the monster said with a gravelly growl, "Enlightenment. You possess Enlightenment—just as I did."
Danhauser almost looked like a deer on a highway, "How did you…?" he watched as one by one, the dozens of tentacles and eyes disappeared from the hotel room, leaving the couple alone.
"Of course, blue-balling me like that. Good one."
Once its menacing aura was off his radar, Danhauser spoke up, "I guess… that's our cue to leave," he rubbed the shoulder of his girlfriend, "you can take us out."
The Dhampir didn't need to be told twice as she summoned her Longinus and teleported them away from the Secluded World.
His spirit returned to his body with a loud gasp–as if he just woke up from an awful nightmare. The colors of his surroundings were back to normal. "Fuck, the return feels even worse," Danhauser took steady breaths to calm his beating heart. He would leave it if it wasn't by his girlfriend lying on top of him, "I'm surprised how empty the Secluded World feels. I was expecting to see or hear some souls here and there."
Valerie traced circles on his chest, "… Balor is handling them."
"Ah…" Danhauser clicked his tongue, "He's taking care of the competence."
"That's a way to phrase it," she muttered. "And? What do you think? Should we revive Balor?"
"… I don't know," he rubbed his face, "It's risky and could pose threat to your health, Missus. If bringing a human back from the dead could hurt you, imagine a damn god."
"It won't," she assured him, "I've also trained to master my Sacred Gear, you know? I'm not the same weakling from before, Danhauser. I also grew stronger."
"I know you did," Danhauser trusted her, "you've proved it during previous Rating Games… but this is a god, Valerie. I doubt the past users of Sephiroth Graal were able to revive a deity."
"I can do it, and I won't suffer from any drawbacks," she insisted, "I will use my Balance Breaker."
He wasn't honestly impressed she had Balance Breaker already. He'd be impressed if she hadn't after four years of training, "And why you hadn't yet?"
"I wanted your approval first," she explained, "I didn't want to revive him without consulting it with you first."
"Well, thanks for taking my opinion into consideration," Danhauser wrapped his arms around her hips and looked up at the ceiling, "Let's play a scenario in our heads. What would the world think if we brought an evil god back from the grave?"
Valerie said nothing, but Danhauser knew she had the thoughts as him. If what Seraph Gabriel and Azazel said was true, there was a global alliance on its way.
"He was killed for a justified reason, Valerie," Danhauser continued, "If we revive him, it will come up with consequences."
"Other factions won't be happy about it," the Dhampir agreed. "Unless we keep it as a secret."
"We could, but I rather not," Danhauser already had his closet full of skeletons with him guarding Ingvild, "at the end of the day, Balor is an Evil God."
[Do not call me that,] Balor snarled in Valerie's head, [Evil is simply the addition of a label I never deserved… but Tuath Déimposed.]
"You are aware he can't hear you, yes?"
"He could backstab us the moment we drop our guards down," he bit his cheek, "Plus what he said about handling Crom Cruach? I'm not fond of how he will do it."
"Really?"
"It's just… enslaving someone against their will makes my stomach turn. To break someone until they become nothing but a puppet for the interest of the higher-ups is messed up."
"I see. So, should we ignore him then?"
Danhauser didn't believe what he was about to say next, "Let's not scrap the idea yet."
The Dhampir even looked at him incredulously, "Are we not?"
"Nope. Let's keep it on the shelf for the time being," he rubbed the bridge of his nose, "it should be our last resort if everything else failed or if the situation isn't looking any good."
No matter where Balor was located, he was still a thorn. In the world of the living, he would put different factions alert by his presence, but inside the Secluded World, he was only tormenting his girlfriend.
And besides that, Danhauser wouldn't deny that Balor aroused his interest at the mention of Enlightenment. It could be a fat lie too.
"… Another option could be turning you into an Evil God," Valerie scoffed lightly, "but I know that you will refuse."
Danhauser arched a brow, "Can you do that?" she felt her nod in his chest, "How?"
"Because Balor was inside Sephiroth Graal," Valerie explained, "My Sacred Gear is capable of collecting the DNA of any creature inside the Secluded World, which allows me to transform other people into other races."
"Blueprints," Danhauser breathed out, "You have the blueprints to turn someone into a god."
"Evil God," the blonde hybrid corrected him, "only the flawed subspecies of a god."
"I see," the heir hummed, "Aside from Evil God, what else?"
"Now that I 'injected' your DNA into the Sephiroth Graal, I can turn anyone into a Pure-Blooded Devil too," Valerie began counting them off, "I could also turn someone into a Human, Vampire, Dhampir, Fomorian... and perhaps many more. Those are the only DNA samples I'm aware of so far, I'm afraid."
"Fomorian," Danhauser parroted, "What are they anyway?"
[They were my miracles. My love letter redacted to the world,] Valerie winced once Balor's voice echoed in her head, [Kindness and compassion is my virtue, I have gifted the boon to shatter the bonds of consciousness and weaknesses. After all, a god that does not reward its worshippers is no true god.]
She heard an inhuman growl, [But the Tuath Dé opposed. Lugh opposed… the world opposed.]
"Valerie?" she blinked several times and stared at the concerned eyes of Danhauser, "You okay? You spaced out there for a while."
"I… yes, I'm fine. Fomorians are a subspecies of Demigods," Valerie kept her eyes on the sleeping Half-Devil and frowned once she detected something, "Is this the first time she trembles during her sleep?"
Danhauser released a breath, "Not her first time."
"I see… I wonder what kind of dreams she's getting into."
"Something unpleasant I bet," Danhauser murmured, "I don't know what I can do to help her."
"You'll figure something out," the Dhampir snuggled on his neck, "You always do. Now, sleep."
"I'd love to, but I can't," he stroked her nape, eliciting an approving hum from her, "I have to wait for Siegfried and Bova for their reports."
"Suit yourself," she gave him a long kiss on the lips, "But you won't be going anywhere. You'll stay right where you are until the sun comes out."
Danhauser held back his laugh as to not disturb the asleep Ingvild, "What's this? Am I your pillow now?"
He gasped when her fangs delved into his neck. She gently sucked and Danhauser could feel the blood of his veins change its usual route to sate her thirst. He held back a groan as she pulled back and pecked the small holes on his neck.
She licked her lips, "Yes, and emergency food as well."
Hoping Valerie could not see his flustered face, Danhauser tried to mask it with a laugh, "That's even worse than being your pillow!"
"Ehehehe…" Valerie shut her eyes with a content smile, "Don't stay awake for too long, okay? Goodnight."
Danhauser carefully wrapped the locks of her blonde hair around his finger, "Goodnight, Little Missus."
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"Any news from our scouts, Georg?"
"Yes. They spotted the Reincarnated Devil that you wanted in the Hero Faction is patrolling the streets," the Magician reported.
"Siegfried?" Heracles flashed his teeth out, "did our marksman shit his diapers once he saw him?"
"If you get the chance to see him today, you could ask him," Georg sighed. "They also pointed out that the Pure Devil identified as Danhauser Belial sent out two of his servants—Tobio and Jeanne—back. Their route is currently unknown."
"That small town is my blind guess," Heracles stuck a pinky to his ear, "How the hell the glue sniffer knows their names anyway?"
"I heard him rambling about them before–they possibly had a clash with him being part of the losing side," the Mist User theorized. "The members of Clan Belial are quite known as well."
The Holy Spear User growled slightly, "Belial… he knows. I can tell. He must be aware of our plans to kidnap the High Priestess."
"What made you jump to that conclusion?" Georg inquired.
"Siegfried is walking in the middle of the night," Cao Cao responded, "And Belial sent two of his servants back. It's clear as the day. Georg, transmit the visuals."
At his command, Georg produced three magical images that displayed the characters that caught Cao Cao's attention.
"… Jeanne. Siegfried. Tobio," his nose wrinkled, "Former humans… disappointing. It's unfortunate that they chose to throw away their humanity to the Devil himself – they would've been great members of the Hero Faction." He stayed silent for a while, "It is an embarrassment to say this aloud, but as these events keep unfolding against our favor, I can say for certain that our chances to succeed have decreased considerably. We are lacking numbers."
"You serious?" Heracles thumbed to the quiet kid in the background, "we got Annihilation Maker in our side, leader. Numbers are not the problem."
"We lose Leonardo and his army soon fall like dominoes pieces," the Chinese descendant countered. He slammed the butt of his weapon on the floor, "Listen up, everyone. We need to run a recruitment audition in search of powerful humans. The enemy has started their counterattack by upgrading their fortifications and increasing their infantry, we must answer to this effect. Any objections?"
"I'm fine with it, but can we find a woman already?" Heracles had a perverted expression as he made squeezing motions with his hands, "a slim, voluptuous figure would be great."
"I'm not prioritizing their gender," Cao Cao retorted, "what I need is their powers and abilities to be polished enough to be an executive member of the Hero Faction and pose as a threat to any of our contenders."
"Yeah, yeah, but it wouldn't hurt having something good to see whenever we're feeling down, you know? That Jeanne girl filled that role to a T… until she became a Devil now."
"May I have a word?"
Cao Cao and Heracles swung their gazes to the only magician of the group.
They saw the dangerous glint reflecting from Georg's glasses, "… I may have someone in mind that could follow your criteria, leader," his gaze flickered on Heracles, "and yours as well."
Cao Cao and Heracles shared a look.
As the Greek hero shrugged his shoulders, the leader of the Hero Faction took a step forward, "You have our attention."
Georg broke into a smile as he snapped his fingers, invoking a hologram. "I present to you our newest recruit."
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JW: Rossweisse was supposed to be part of the peerage, but I changed my mind because I just don't know how to develop her abilities. I had in mind to give her Fafnir Spear, but I scratched the idea and planned on giving it to an existing peerage member instead. That's a rule that I will use for harem or peerage members. Add them if I can make their characters justice and not because they are fucking hot.
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Chapter done. First and foremost, since I won't be updating tomorrow, shocking, I want to wish you each one of you a merry Christmas and a happy new year. I hope this year was kinder to you compared to the previous one. I wish you and your loved ones the best for 2022.
Suzaku and Ouryuu are from the LN Slash Dog respectively. Not counting Ouryuu, all Clan Heads of the Five Principal Clans have an illustration, so it should be easier to picture them.
The plot bunnies this time assaulted me and focused on something else. I've been thinking about making a fic with the MC being part of Mount Olympus since adding them on this fic would overload it. But at the same time, I'm worried that if I make another fic, any of the two will get forgotten. It happens a lot. We'll see what happens in the future if I can recover my enthusiasm to write.
A heads up. All Longinus will eventually appear in my fic, but they will likely have their abilities somewhat-ish(?) change to fit the narrative of my fic and DxD. They'll be OP. What I have for Valerie for example is Op.
The next chapter should be in mid-January.
And by mid-January I mean February.
Anyway, see you in March!
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Next Life: Far Away From Home
