Authors Note: Ok, so, here's Chapter Thirteen (unlucky for some). It is a bit shorter than normal, but I will make up for that next time, I promise.

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'My Everyday life…!' - Thoughts

"God Slayer!" - Heretic God/Powered Up Campione speech

"Fire!" - Magic/Authority Use

Chapter 13: Descent on Black Wings

Just Before the Campione Battle Began

Jean's Home, Rìgh Rubh'a, Isle of Kerrera, Western Islands of Scotland

Rebecca Piper, or rather Rebecca Gardener now she had been disinherited from her family, wiped the tears away after a short crying session. She was grateful that Jean had read her need to have some alone time. She had never before felt so shamed, which was likely what that old bat of a Great-Aunt had intended by banishing her from the family!

'I will have my revenge!' she swore angrily. Without having an established family to back her, it would ordinarily be impossible to retain her position in the Witenagemot, let alone have consultations with Princess Alice. Thanks to being 'requisitioned' by Jean however, she could bypass the rules and regulations of the Witenagemot; no one was foolish enough to deny the 'requests' of a Campione, not even her former family.

Straightening her back, she returned her attention to the warding stones that made up the bulk of her power. She had etched each and every glyph, rune and symbol on them with painstaking care. Each warding stone had taken her four to six months of hard work to accomplish, which was due to the fact that she was a Hearth Witch. Rebecca may be the strongest Hearth Witch to have ever lived, but that was still comparing a campfire to a bonfire if you compared her magical reserves to that of, say, any other Witch save for an Herb Witch. There was simply no contest when she was outside of her hearth.

That is where ritual magic came into play. By using complex rituals on the night of the full moon, even a weak witch could cast magic many times more powerful than normal. Each Warding Stone had been finished on the night of a full moon and then, once they were all completed, they had been blessed in the name of Hestia during Beltane, the Summer Solstice. Bound to her by blood and magic, they were literally a part of her being. After being laid to rest in the ground, they absorbed natural magical energy from the air, the earth, even plants and animals. And of course, the size of the area they encapsulated factored in to how powerful she became.

As she planned on making all of Rìgh Rubh'a her Hearth, she would have one of the largest hearths in the world. Very few families of Hearth Witches existed these days, and those that did rarely had large family estates. Her own family had a fairly largish house in London, but it and its grounds were smaller that the entire island that made up Jean's home. Once she completed the ritual to invoke her Hearth, she would be far more secure than she had at her family's home, where she had been a tertiary holder of the Hearth.

She straightened up as an immense feeling of pure power bear down on her magical senses. What was more, it wasn't just one magical source; there were two of them, rising and competing with each other with such ferocity that she felt it become hard to breathe.

The toll of thunder with no lightning made her run out onto the balcony, where she saw Jean, a speck in the sky, tumbling head over heels until she summoned her [Tríaina] and seemed to fly in the air, fleeing from a being of black energy.

Alec.

"The battle of the British Campione has begun." Rebecca whispered. She knew that unlike Doni, Alec would not be dissuaded by words. Despite his stance that all other Campione were fighting fools, Alec himself was extremely savage in combat, never withdrawing until he achieved victory. Jean would have to force him to accept defeat.

The rapidly darkening sky made her eyes widen. None of Alec's Authorities could alter the weather, which left Jean, and Rebecca knew of only one Authority that her King possessed that could cause this kind of change.

"[Stormbreaker]!" she breathed in awe. Jean had said little about this particular Authority, but what little she had said had given her pause about it. It granted Jean the ability to control all weather within a certain radius of herself; clouds, lightning, rain, wind, all of it. She could make it as sunny and pleasant as the Mediterranean or a hellish storm right from the Caribbean.

That was all that Jean had told her, but the Witenagemot Witch doubted that was all there was to it. Jean was still reluctant to discuss her Authorities, at least the ones she received from Poseidon. This was actually quite understandable, as they were the core of her power, the Authorities she trusted and used most frequently, so she wouldn't want knowledge of exactly how they worked to be let loose in the world.

'I'd better get into the house; it looks like the rain is about to start.' Rebecca thought as she glanced at the dark clouds gathered over Oban and Kerrera, 'Good luck, Jean…my King.'

With the Campione

Alec, the Black Prince, scowled at his fellow Campione, although no one could tell that because he was [Manifesting an Avatar] at that precise moment. The woman (it was always women who caused him trouble!) who he had come here to fight had just fully invoked an Authority that had covered the town of Oban, as well as the isle of Kerrera and it was still growing larger!

'Just what kind of Authority did she use?' he wondered absently before charging at Jean faster than the human eye could follow. Almost as soon as he did so, however, a lightning bolt slammed into him from the sky, sending him arcing down, straight towards the seething ocean below him.

Barely managing to arrest his momentum before he struck the water, he sped back up and at Jean, only to find that more bolts were being sent at him from the clouds while Jean Campbell stood and glared at him.

Finally backing off and regrouping, Alec scowled again. Apparently this Authority was just as he had suspected; a type of wide-area weather control Authority that permitted Jean to control every aspect of the storm as she pleased, even overriding natural law and directing lightning directly at him rather than at the ground. She also evidently didn't even have to gesture in order to use it.

"What an irritating Authority." He growled.

The redhead snorted at him and said, "As if you have any room to talk with your body transformed into black lightning as it is, brother."

Alec ignored her, going over similar powers in other Campione. Voban possessed the ability to control the weather after slaying Bo Feng, Yu Shi and Lei Gong, while Godō Kusanagi possessed control over lightning thanks to his defeat of Verethragna. Luo Hao could summon mighty winds thanks to her defeat of the Hindu Goddess Gayatri. Out of all of them, Voban's was the only one that could control water, wind and lightning at once and Alec had deliberately gone out of his way to avoid the Balkans to avoid getting the interest of that battle-crazy lunatic, so he had little to no experience with a wide-area Authority like this.

No matter. He may not have dealt with wide-area Authorities overly much before, but Ramiel's [Black Lightning] had been similar to this and he had overcome it, even as a mortal. There again, it had been lightning summoned from the Fallen Angel's hands that time, so the circumstances weren't exactly the same.

The Scottish Campione rolled her head around experimentally before looking back at Alec. "If you aren't going to come to me, I'll come to you!"

In a flash of lightning, she was gone. Alec looked around in shock before she reappeared in another flash of lightning directly behind him and punching his Black Lightning form with a fist covered in an aura of yellow lightning, sending him careening into the ocean. He had avoided being sent into the water before, but this little dip cemented his determination to avoid it in the future; it hurt like you wouldn't believe. No actual damage, just a lot of pain and he was jolted out of his [Manifested] state.

Meaning he inhaled a mouthful of seawater when he turned back.

Spluttering and coughing, Alec thrashed his way to the surface and used a burst of raw magic to propel himself out of the water, reassuming his [Manifested] state and taking evasive manoeuvres by speeding around Jean at Godspeed, making it impossible for her to target him like that again while he pondered how to deal with her.

'Hmm…she is aware of all of my Authorities…doubtless a result of the Witenagemot Witch's interference, whereas I only have a vague idea of her Authorities from hearsay and speculation…tch. This is getting more and more irksome by the minute.'

Suddenly, he was slammed into by a deluge of lightning bolts that struck not only him, but the area surrounding Jean as well, so that the chance of scoring a hit on him was quite high. The three lightning bolts he had been struck with so far, well two lightning bolts and a lightning-infused punch, had actually done some damage to him, despite him being lightning as well. Not a lot of damage, but still damage.

He didn't especially want to kill this upstart; she was a barbarian, true, but had a certain degree of nobility to her that was lacking in most of his fellow Campione that intrigued him. So then [Wandering Avarice] was off the table, [Judging Furies] took too long to set up, as well as the fact that she knew of the trap he had set with it and would therefore be on guard against it and [The Labyrinth] was in use holding that meddlesome woman in place off the coast of Japan.

'Well then…I'll deal with one woman with another woman.'

"Daughter of Pressyne, Beloved of Albion, hear my call." Alec chanted, "See, but remain unseen and smite my foe!"

At his commanding chant, the sea beneath him erupted in an enormous geyser, revealing a towering female figure with the tail of a mermaid and white wings. Before Jean could turn to see it, the figure dived back into the ocean at Alec's command.

"[Faceless Queen], is it?" Jean said with a frown, "How irritating."

No sooner had she said this than a massive spear erupted from the sea and attempted to pierce her, only to be held at bay by a divine barrier that shone a bright golden colour. Words and even paragraphs in the Greek alphabet stood out here and there across its surface before the [Faceless Queen] withdrew her spear back into the ocean.

Alec frowned again at this. He disliked using the female Authority, but it was strong enough to rend a tower of steel apart and a lot of that power would have been used in that spear thrust. How had Jean mustered the strength to summon that barrier? Only Heretic Gods had the ability to use raw divinity as a shield.

As the barrier in question faded, the Black Prince understood what had happened; it was no barrier formed of divinity; it was divinity-infused lightning that she had crafted into a barrier, one that used powerful magnetic repulsion to hold off the steel spear of [Faceless Queen] in addition to the strength of the barrier itself.

"What a troublesome woman you are." Alec sighed before striking out again, [Faceless Queen] acting on her own initiative and sending another massive spear strike from beneath the waves once again at the same time.

Jean fired a blast of lightning at him with one hand whilst using her other hand to form the shield beneath her to block the giant mermaid's attack. So while she could fire blasts from herself, she did have to use her hands to do so, with the same applying to the shield. Good to know.

'This isn't going to be a short fight.' He thought as he continued to fight.

McCaig's Tower, Battery Hill, Oban

Two figures stood atop the topmost wall of the old Folly and observed the fight between Campione with a keen interest. One was tall and thin, with long black hair flapping in the wind Jean was creating for her storm, while the other was shorter, but just as thin. His silvery hair was in the style commonly referred to as a 'pageboy' cut and he bore a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"My, my…these Godslayers are kicking up an unruly fuss, are they not?" the shorter one stated, amusement in his voice.

"Indeed." The taller one agreed, "The male is of no interest to me, but the woman…such a fiery spirit! Such strength in both beauty and war! Ah, to conquer her will be fascinating!"

"So? Do we wait for these Godslayers to exhaust themselves before moving in for the kill?" the first figure asked.

"Nay, we shall strike now!" his companion denied, "For they are but Godslayers. In the Lord's name, we shall be victorious!"

"For all that He cast us out, you still hold to Him." the shorter figure observed, "I, on the other hand, exist for my whims and wants and no others."

"That is like you, taking life as it comes." The larger figure chuckled, making his companion pout slightly.

"That joke ceased to be amusing last aeon." He said with a mildly irritated sigh, "Shall we go then?"

"Yes, let us." The tall one nodded. And, in a flurry of darkness, the two vanished from the top of McCaig's Tower, leaving nothing but a single black feather where they had been standing, before it too was sent spiralling into the sky at the hands of the wind.

Back with Jean and Alec

A sudden surge of divine power made both battling Campione freeze where they were fighting, Alec recovering from another lightning bolt from the darkened sky and Jean fending off another spear thrust from [Faceless Queen].

"Heretic God!" Alec hissed in disbelief, "Now, of all times!"

"Not just one, brother; two of them." Jean corrected him before she turned towards where the divine energy came from and shouted, "Show yourselves, Heretic Gods! You cannot hide from my [Divine Sensing] Ability now that you have revealed yourselves!"

"My, oh my, isn't she an interesting one?" an amused, aristocratic voice said in amusement. A pale youth with silver hair appeared facing Jean as he dropped from the clouds. He wore a long grey robe that reached down to his ankles and was fastened over one shoulder, leaving one half of his chest exposed to the elements, which didn't seem to include the rain, as he was as dry as a bone. Emerging from his back was three pairs of ebon-black wings that didn't flap, but nevertheless seemed to keep him aloft.

"Quite." A melodious voice agreed as a taller man dropped next to him, hovering next to him. Dressed similarly to the first one, he had a more impressive physique than his companion. Where the first was a boy, this was a man. His long black hair fluttered in the wind and the rain did not touch him as it did not touch his companion. Behind him, six pairs of black wings flapped lazily, the twelve ebon wings looking magnificent, even under the dour sky that Jean had created.

"Fallen Angels…!" Jean exclaimed in shock.

"More than that, they are like Ramiel; they are of the Cadre, the leaders of the Watchers!" Alec almost growled out, his [Black Lightning] seething out in a visible display of his agitation.

"Ah, I was wondering why that form of yours looked familiar; you slew one of our brothers." The short one tilted his head to one side and smiled humourlessly at the Black Prince, "I'll have to repay you for that."

"Now, now." The tall one said easily, "Where are your manners? We must introduce ourselves to our foes."

"Tch. Fine." The shorter one scowled for a moment before the fake smile returned to his face, "I am known as Sariel, the Command of God. A pleasure to meet you."

"And I am Azazel, the Scapegoat." The tall one added, "This is the second time I have been out of the Realm of Divinity and I never saw two Campione fighting in such a way. Might you be so kind as to tell me of your dispute?"

'Azazel…he was said to have taught men how to forge weapons and armour of war, women of makeup, ornaments, hair dye and seduction and revealed the secrets of witchcraft.' Jean thought as she recalled the bible study group she had been forced to go to once she had the ability to speed read and had read through the bible, memorising some of it, 'Sariel was said to have taught men the Lunar Calendar, and was often associated with Azrael, the Angel of Death, as well as Saraqael. That's in addition to whatever abilities Angels have ordinarily. What troublesome foes.'

Angels, whose name literally translated as messenger, were said to be able to pass through any door; no lock could hold them back, no barricade could impede them. They were supposed to have wisdom beyond that of mortal men, and the Fallen Angels had supposedly used that knowledge to teach mankind many things, as well as sleeping with mortal women and fathering Nephilim, human-Angel hybrids. This had supposedly caused 'God' to send the Flood to cleanse the earth of the Nephilim.

"Very well," the redhead said aloud, "But first, would you mind answering a question of mine first? How did you get so close without being picked up by my [Divine Sensing] power? Is it because of your Christian origins?"

"In part." Azazel replied with an inclination of his head, "We descended to this world atop Dudael. I would presume that your [Divine Sensing] power has a range limitation or that you have to be conscious for you to be able to use it? In the first case, we were outside of your range and in the second case; the City of David is only a few hours ahead of this country. We manifested in the dead of night, so it isn't unthinkable that we arrived when you lay abed. Our Christian origins, as you so colourfully put it, then blocked your witchcraft from sensing us, even more so for me, as I introduced witchcraft to this world."

Going over the facts in her head, it did make sense to Jean. She had woken up a few nights previously feeling uneasy, but hadn't felt anything once she was fully awake, so she'd dismissed it as a bad nightmare. Evidently, she should take note of further situations like that.

"I see. For our part, Alec here is trying to force me to leave Britain, as he wants to be the only Campione here." She jerked a thumb at the meter and a half of black lightning where the elder Campione floated in the air, "I take issue with that, so I'm fighting back."

"I see, I see." Azazel looked thoughtful, "Well I am sorry, but Sariel and I must cut in to your little dance here. You Godslayers must perish, I am afraid. It's for the good of the world, if it's any consolation."

"Hardly." Alec drawled, "I detest acting as my boorish brethren, but in this case I have been. Honestly…woman, we'll put our fight on hold until another time."

"I think not." Jean refuted blandly, "Instead, whoever defeats their opponent first wins. How does that sound?"

The older Campione scoffed. "You are a barbarian."

"Yes or no, little boy." The Scottish girl asked tartly, making a vein pulse on the boy's head.

"Fine!" he growled, "I hope you pack quickly, because I'll want you out of Britain before the end of the week once I win!"

Jean just gave him a look. It was Saturday.

"And I want you to announce to the Mage Associations of the world that you forfeit any and all claims to Scotland in perpetuity once I win." She replied with a smirk.

"I, for one, am offended that they believe us to be defeated so easily." Sariel said to Azazel.

"They are young, Sariel." The twelve-winged Fallen placated his compatriot, "I doubt they have fifty years between them."

"Don't you know it's impolite to guess a lady's age?" Jean scolded as she charged up a lightning blast in one hand, "Time for a punishment!"

Firing the lightning in her hand as a large blast, she forced the two Fallen Angels to separate from one another to avoid it.

"Divide and conquer? Hardly necessary." Azazel smiled unconcernedly at her, "We were planning on dividing you both up between us anyway. I am your dance partner, while the youth over there is Sariel's."

"I care little for that, but this is my home, my demesne." The Scottish Campione replied shortly, "We will all move to open water, away from the land, and do battle there. I do not want my hometown destroyed, regardless of whether I win or lose."

"A worthy idea; I care little for destroying the land and its people overmuch." Azazel nodded approvingly, "Sariel let us fly to our battleground."

Spreading their wings, the two Fallen Angel Heretic Gods swooped out to sea, with Alec and Jean following on their heels.

"I sincerely hope that you have a plan!" Alec hissed angrily.

Jean just looked at him strangely. "We go forth and kick their asses. What need is there to plan things beyond that?"

Not for the first time, Alec had the urge to beat his head off something solid; A sheet of Orichalcum perhaps?

Onwards, the four flew, until they were in the middle of the sea between Kerrera and the Isle of Mull. The storm had followed Jean as she flew, so it had pulled away from Oban, against the prevailing easterly winds. She could only imagine how the Royal Arsenal and Witenagemot were going to cover this up.

Eh, not her problem. Out at sea, there would be no destroyed buildings or roads to invent stories for, so making something up about a freak storm and selling it to the mundane community should be easier.

"I think this area should suffice." Azazel said as he looked around at the rough seas stretching for some distance around them, "A bit chilly though."

"This is Scotland; it's almost always cold and wet and windy." Jean shrugged, "It's still my home and I will not be forced to leave it; not by Alec and his temper tantrum and not by you, Azazel."

"I am sorry to believe the contrary, Godslayer." Azazel said with a smile and, with a flourish of one hand, pulled a sword out of nowhere. It was a very familiar sword type, the gladius. The workhorse blade of the Roman Empire for the majority of its time as the ruler of most of Europe. Across his body, metal armour appeared, the Lorica Segmentata of the Roman Empire.

"What is with that archaic armour?" Alec asked with scant approval.

"I bestowed mankind with the first knowledge of weapons of war and armour; therefore I can use any that I wish." The twelve-winged Fallen replied with a shrug.

"Hey, dull spark, pay more attention to your opponent." Sariel reprimanded him as he grabbed a huge scythe out of the air. It had a black blade and was making a whistling sound as its owner sung it through the air lazily as it cut through the wind. It was that wickedly sharp.

Jean charged up more lightning around her until she was surrounded in an aura of lightning as she glared at Azazel. She felt Poseidon, Davy Jones and Joan of Arc's powers writhing inside her and knew they were clamouring to be used against the Fallen Angel.

Unnatural. Unneeded. Unnatural.

She shook off those feelings almost as soon as they crashed upon her. She was the Campione here and she'd do things her way, not run on pure instinct like normal Campione. She was the favoured child of Pandora and like hell she'd disappoint her mother.

"Well then, Godslayer…shall we dance?" Azazel asked.

"Let us." Jean agreed, unleashing a full-body blast of lightning at the same time that Alec flashed into a black blur as he avoided Sariel's scythe.

The roar of thunder echoed across the sea as Campione and Heretic God clashed yet again.

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Authority Expose!

The user summons Saint Margaret, Saint Michael and Saint Catherine as Subordinate Gods.

Incantation: I call upon The Archangel Michael, so I am not led astray, I Call upon Saint Catherine of the Wheel to grant me wisdom and I call upon Saint Margaret to grant me the determination to do what is right!

Conditions of use:
- In order to summon the Saints, the user must fast for a day and a night before praying before a cross.
- This Authority can only be used once a month.

Effects:
- Once Summoned, the user can ask the three Saints for advice on how to accomplish her goal or how to finish the quest s/he is on. The advice is given in a riddle and is hard to interpret.
- Alternatively, the saints can bless the user so any non-Christian Authority cast against her is reduced in effectiveness by as much as half.
- Should the user not ask for either of these, the Saints will command the user to do something. Invariably, this shall be something involving saving lives.