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"Godō" - Regular Speech
'My Everyday life…!' - Thoughts
"God Slayer!" - Heretic God/Powered Up Campione speech
"Fire!" - Magic/Authority Use
Chapter 14: Heretic God Azazel and Heretic God Sariel
With Alec and Sariel
"Tch!" Alec clicked his tongue as he dodged another swipe of that damned scythe. It was filled with divine magic linked to the underworld, which meant that it was the part of Sariel's legend that was linked to Azrael, the Angel of Death.
"What's the matter, Slayer of Ramiel?" Sariel taunted, "Is this all you have?"
The ten-winged angel sped in for another attack, but [Faceless Queen] struck at him from beneath the sea with her enormous spear, forcing the Fallen to dodge. The Black Prince took the opportunity to zoom in and smash into him, sending Sariel further down before he could recover.
"I didn't feel a thing from your little lightning form, Godslayer!" the Command of God snarled as he regained control of his flight, "Ramiel's power is wasted on you if that little shock is all you can use it for, even in a Manifested state!"
To put things into perspective, Alec's lightning form was easily as strong as any lightning bolt that struck a tree. It was something that any magic user of sufficient skill could use, such as an accredited Knight. To say it was 'weak' was incorrect, but to say that it was being used against enemies beyond its ability to harm to any great degree was correct.
"Why am I always against either women or savages?" the Black Prince sighed, "I sometimes wonder if this is that woman's way of punishing me for not acceding to her demands to be called mother."
Really. Women were his ultimate enemy, never mind Heretic Gods.
"Stop talking nonsense and fight!" Sariel roared and tried to bisect him.
'This is not going to be easy.' Alec thought.
With Jean and Azazel
The Scapegoat dodged several blasts of lightning with difficulty as Jean charged up more. Still clad in the armour of a Roman Legionnaire, he maintained that irritatingly smug self-confidant smile on his face.
"Oh my, this is rather amusing." Azazel said as he dodged another lightning bolt.
'Keep calm. He's trying to make you angry.' the Scottish Campione thought with a twitching eyebrow. She had to keep control of herself. Azazel, like most of the Watchers and Cadre, was infamous for Falling as a result of seducing human women and she didn't want to take the chance that he had something in his legend that he might be able to use against her along that vein. Knowledge about the Fallen Angels wasn't exactly common. Even Wikipedia only had a very short entry about him, so she couldn't be absolutely certain that there wasn't something he could use along those lines.
Without uttering a word, a dozen bolts of lightning erupted from the dark clouds above the Scapegoat and crashed upon him, destroying his armour, but leaving him mostly unharmed.
"That was very pointed." The Fallen sighed, "Well then, I suppose that I should get a little serious."
Spreading his arms wide, dozens and then hundreds of black ripples appeared in the air above and around him.
"I am Azazel the Scapegoat, he who granted mortal men knowledge of and instruction in weaponry." He declared solemnly, "That means I have access to every weapon created since the dawn of time. Dance, Godslayer."
With a simple gesture of his hands, swords, daggers, spears, javelins, clubs, axes, arrows, halberds, pikes, lances and a multitude of other weapons were fired out of the ripples, all aimed right at a wide-eyed Jean. She threw up a barrier of lightning to block the incoming barrage.
The first wave to strike Jean's barrier bounced off as if it were made of thick metal, but as the barrage continued, more and more stayed stuck in, pressuring the barrier. As the number pressing grew, Jean had to grit her teeth to maintain it.
'These weapons aren't just ordinary, mundane weapons…they have divine power inside of them.' She thought, 'If they didn't, simply touching my shield at its current power level would be destroying them.'
Drawing on more power, Jean unleashed a veritable storm of lightning from the clouds that eradicated all of the weapons surrounding her, divine imbuement or not. All the reaction that Azazel gave was a single raised eyebrow.
"Well that was somewhat unexpected. You do realise that the number of weapons I have at my command has no limit?"
More ripples appeared behind and around him as he proved his point.
'At this rate, I'm going to be buried by staying on the defensive.' the Scottish Campione thought, 'Time to change things up.'
Dropping her barrier, Jean hurtled herself towards the Fallen Angel, lightning crackling around her fists, small spots of her jacket burning black as sparks flew off her body.
"A headlong rush…not very shy, are we?" Azazel remarked before launching another wave of weapons at her. Jean countered by using her lightning storm, but maintaining it so that the weapons were being destroyed as soon as they were launched. Being inside the black ripples seemed to offer the weapons some sort of protection from attack.
A few broke through the lightning storm by luck or happenstance, which Jean took care of with quick, precise blasts of lightning. Just before she was three metres away from the Cadre, she shot directly up like a firework, bringing her hands together and combining the lightning in them into a single large ball a metre wide.
"Eat this!" Jean snarled before throwing the lightning ball at Azazel, who actually looked worried.
The explosion could be heard for miles around.
With Yue
The Daoist Mage sat in her hotel room and trembled. The clash between Campione had begun over half an hour ago and it had only just been upgraded to a two-on-two Campione vs. Heretic God battle mere minutes ago.
"Monsters…they're monsters…!" she whimpered. She had never felt such enormous magic in all of her life. Even the one time she had met Her Eminence Luo Hao in person hadn't been nearly as intimidating as this!
'Then again, they are fighting, not suppressing their power so as not to intimidate you, so why wouldn't they be intimidating?' she thought hysterically.
Speaking with a Campione, while risky, wasn't a proper gauge of what they could do. Sensing the sheer amount of magical energy thrown around in a Campione's battle against a Heretic God, on the other hand, was. She didn't understand it. It made no sense. A human shouldn't even be able to contain that much magical energy, and using it so recklessly should have been frying their brains!
The loudest crash of thunder yet split the sky and Xie Yue cowered on her bed. She wasn't exactly afraid of thunderstorms; she simply didn't like the loud sound of thunder breaking. It hurt her ears.
She had no clue who the Heretic Gods were that had interrupted to battle of the British Campione, but she hoped that Lady Jean and Lord Alec slew them quickly. It was very rare that multiple Heretic Gods descended at the same time and place without some of them being Subordinate Gods and the few times she had heard of previously had wrought destruction across the land. As she was currently on that land, she was rather keen to prevent that from happening!
She let out a bitter laugh at that. Prevent it? She was a basic mage! Her very best offensive spell wouldn't so much as draw the notice of a Heretic God or Campione. Hell, it would have a hard time harming a Great Knight or Paladin. She was a better martial artist than she was a practical mage. Her main magical strength was twofold; Feng Shui and the distillation of various alchemical potions.
The way King Jean Campbell's home had been laid out had, much to Yue's surprise, been surprisingly harmonious, but her fingers had itched to take a proper reading of the house so she could correct the chi flow. Feng Shui wasn't just to make the chi flow of the house bring good luck and harmony; it also had to do with enhancing the magical power of the inhabitants of the house as well. Combining the skill of a master of true Feng Shui and a Hearth Witch made for a deadly combination when you were on the defensive. It was something to offer to Jean Campbell when she attempted to join her.
Yue froze. 'Wait…even after this terrifying experience, I'm planning on joining her organisation?'
After a moment of close inspection of her plans, she decided that yes, she was.
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With Alec
Sariel was becoming annoyed. This accursed abomination of a Godslayer and his irritating spear-using giant mermaid were actually starting to hurt him. The mermaid would thrust with her spear from beneath the water, which he almost had to dodge, which was swiftly followed by a dozen impacts from Alec crashing into him multiple times. Wash, rinse and repeat.
His clothes were ragged and only just covering his modesty and more than a few of the feathers on his wings were singed.
"I believe it is time to bring this absurdity to a close." He hissed at the Slayer of Ramiel, "I am Sariel, the Prince of God! Let the moonlight shine forth!"
In a burst of power, the dark clouds over Sariel exploded away from him as the light of the moon pierced through them and struck Sariel, who laughed ecstatically as his clothes and feathers were regenerated back to their full glory.
"I am Sariel, the Prince of God, the one who taught men of the lunar calendar. I stand vigil over the moonlight as one of the Cadre." The Fallen Angel stated as he swept his scythe around in a lazy circle, "I am Azrael, Angel of Death and Help from God, who writes and erases names from the Book as they die and are born. I am Saraqael, the Command of God, he who holds authority over angels who violate divine law. I am the legend of three angels merged into a single being. And you stand no chance against me!"
"You talk too much." Alec replied as [Faceless Queen] launched another attack with her spear. Sariel simply threw up a golden barrier of divinity that blocked it.
Frowning, the Black Prince sped off at lightning speed, making Sariel gape after him for a split second before he started to pursue him.
"Coward! Stand and fight me!"
With Jean
The redheaded Campione panted hard as she glared at the smoke and steam that surrounded the area that Azazel had been floating when her attack had struck him. Judging by the fact she wasn't feeling any new Authority entering her, she was assuming that he had survived.
"Dearie me…if I had been a second too late, I may have actually been hurt." the Scapegoat's voice said whimsically from the cloud before it was banished, revealing a positive wall of shields. Aspis, bucklers, round shields and other types from down through the ages floated in front of the Fallen, having blocked Jean's attack. She did note with some satisfaction that there were the crumbling remains of at least three other layers on the outer areas of the defensive line.
"Stubborn, aren't you?" she taunted.
"One does not Fall for defying God's commands without being ever so slightly obdurate." Azazel replied with a shrug as he dismissed the shields, with an airy wave of his hand, "You do not seem to be surprised regarding my ability to summon shields."
"Shields are both armour and weapon at the same time, so obviously they will be something you can call forth." Jean shrugged slightly.
"Hmm…intelligent." The Cadre smirked, "Well, as entertaining as it has been, I am afraid I must bring this to an end. I am Azazel, the Scapegoat, he who first taught man of the secrets of Witchcraft. Let that power be sealed."
With a start, Jean found herself enclosed by a purple band that she could feel trying to lock down her magic.
"Intractable, aren't we? I am Azazel the Scapegoat, he who first taught man of armour and its use. Let power that flows through such items be sealed."
A bronze band wrapped around her and Jean found even more pressure on her magic. She struggled and opened her magic source open all the way in order to resist the pressure, but the bands didn't give up.
"Oh dear." Azazel said in disappointment, "You really do not wish to submit, do you? Sadly, all you are doing is delaying the inevitable."
Jean charged up lightning around her hands and glared at her opponent. "I…do…not…submit…to anyone…or…anything! Man, god or devil!"
Under her game face, Jean was worried. The more magic she used, the tighter these bands seemed to get. It was impossible for the Authority of a Heretic God or Campione to affect another Campione fully; their magic resistance was unearthly strong. But this one was attacking her ability to summon her magic in the first place, which seemed to be working better than it normally should.
Jean always channelled and manifested her Authorities through an item; a trident, a sword, a crown, a pair of bracers…it was always through an item such as that she used her power. Azazel was quite possibly the worst sort of enemy for her to face thanks to his domain over such a wide range of items.
"And yet you shall submit yourself before me, Godslayer." The Scapegoat informed her matter-of-factly, "So proclaims Azazel."
Back with Alec
The Black Prince hissed as his Manifested form was clipped by Sariel's scythe for the umpteenth time during this fight. It was actually able to cut through the form he was in and injure his human body somehow. Once he transformed back, he would be bleeding from over a dozen cuts on his arms, back, chest and shoulders.
Given that the scythe likely represented Sariel's power as Azrael, Alec was not willing to see what the object would do against his regular body.
'Almost there…just be patient…' he thought.
"This is becoming rather tiresome!" Sariel growled as he spun his scythe and launched another attack on Alec, who sped off again. The Fallen let out a roar of frustration before speeding after him in pursuit, rage blinding him as to where he was pursuing the Campione to.
'Here we are.' Alec thought and landed on a rocky outcropping before reverting to human form, throwing his arms wide and starting to chant.
"Hear me, daughters of the endless night, daughters of the earth and shadow. Fighting evil with evil, repaying crime with crime, shedding blood for blood, knocking out a tooth for a tooth, thus vengeance begins. By the blood of the slain mother, tragic death denies all future attempts at filial piety! Megaera the demon, Tisiphone the avenger, Alecto the relentless, retrieve the curse and execute vengeance!"
Sariel's eyes widened as the area around him and Alec was bathed in red light. The source was a group of three bat-winged women in togas floating above the area that glared down at the Fallen Angel with cruel smirks on their faces.
"What trickery is this?!" Sariel howled.
"Ah, there's the thing." Alec brushed his sleeve, which was stained with blood from his injuries, although the wounds had close up pretty quickly. "You see, I had originally planned to fight that infuriating woman with these areas. Sadly, she was irritatingly aware of what they were, so she would never have followed me to them. You, on the other hand…well, I doubt that you'll be able to defeat me here."
"Why youuuuuu~!" the Prince of God roared and charged at him with his scythe drawn back and ready to bisect the Campione.
Quickly returning to his Manifested form, the Black Prince charged right at Sariel and deliberately allowed the Fallen to cut him where his arm would be.
"Gyaaaaaahhhh!" the Fallen screamed in unexpected pain as the wound he had tried to inflict on Alec was duplicated on his own body, "Wh-what….blood?! I'm bleeding?! What foul pagan trickery is this?!"
"I wonder." Alec said smugly.
With a wordless shriek of rage, Sariel charged in to attack yet again.
With Jean
"You know this could have been avoided." Azazel said reproachfully. He was holding Jean by the neck as the last remnants of her bracers, the symbol of her [Stormbreaker] Authority, fell apart.
"Still...not…submitting." Jean croaked. He had taken her apart with ease. It was embarrassing how quickly she had fallen.
"Why do you insist on remaining so stubborn? What drives you to remain defiant?" the Heretic God asked, a slight amount of frustration creeping into his voice. Even if she was a Campione, she was still a woman, which meant that he should be able to seduce her. Yet here she was, defiant even in the face of defeat.
"I prefer…women." The Scottish girl answered with a smirk. It wasn't a lie, exactly. Given the choice, she'd choose women over men almost every time. This was mostly due to her dating experiences being mostly negative when it came to boys.
"Of course you do." Azazel sighed. It would just be his luck to find a lesbian Campione. Still, his seductive powers didn't discriminate between sexual preferences, so they should be affecting her base desires and bodily reactions to seduction, even if there was no sign of it.
"Why fight so? I can tell that you aren't wholly immune to my charms." He asked softly.
"I…am…a Campione…I…am Jean Campbell…!" the redheaded girl spat out furiously, a golden glow surrounding her body, "And…I…DO. NOT. SUBMIT!"
An explosion of golden magic forced Azazel to let her go, sending her body plunging towards the raging surface of the sea headfirst.
"How bothersome." Azazel sighed again, "Oh well. She ought to be badly hurt falling into the sea from this height. Perhaps pain will wear down that willpower of hers."
"Oh Golden Trident, come forth and serve your Master, in the name of the Oceans!" Jean screamed as she fell. A golden light erupted from the sea below her as her weapon shot up towards her. She rolled to one side and grabbed it just before she plunged into the water.
Immediately, the suffocating pressure of the two bindings on her power lessened. In her realm, in the sea, she was lord and master. No one could fully bind her even outside of it, but inside the sea, she could feel the restrictions on her power start to weaken and crumble.
Had they been Authorities specifically made to bind the [Tríaina] or a God of the Sea, such a thing wouldn't have made a difference and she doubtless wouldn't have been able to have summon her trident. In this case however, Poseidon's legend had been equated to the trident since before Azazel's legend had been written in the Book of Leviticus, the Dead Sea Scrolls or the Book of Enoch. It was the archetype of all tridents, the personification of the polearm as both a tool for fishing and as a weapon. No mere Fallen Angel could fully bind it when it had legends other than that of a weapon.
Additionally, the bindings were simply twists to Azazel's natural connection to armour and witchcraft, so they weren't as powerful as a true Authority would be.
'Bind me, will you? Try to make me submit, will you?!' Jean thought furiously as she glared at the surface. She was floating a couple of meters beneath it as she waited for the binding to weaken sufficiently enough for her to fully summon [Master of Oceans], 'Well Scapegoat, it's time for you to fall once again, this time for the sin of trying to make a king submit!'
"My realm is vast and treacherous, yet it holds no fear for me!" Jean chanted, "By my will and power, let the oceans flow unendingly! I am the lord of the seas and master those who dwell within them, so let all know of my presence and bow before me!"
With Azazel
The Cadre stiffened as a large amount of magic, an ungodly amount of it, surged in the ocean beneath him. With a roar, Azazel was caught in the throes of a waterspout that erupted around him out of nowhere, buffeted and battered by both the raging waters and the fierce winds inside the water construct.
From the depths of the water tornado, Jean Campbell shot up at the Fallen, the [Okeanó Tríaina] clasped in one hand. Azazel reached out a hand and attempted to cut off her connection to it, but failed. It was as if the thing wasn't any normal weapon…
"An archetype…!" he growled angrily. There were a few tridents in the world that were immediately brought to mind when you pictured them. The weapons of Poseidon, Triton, and Neptune in Greek Mythology and Shiva the Destroyer's weapon in Hinduism, the Trishula, which he used to sever the head of Ganesha, were the most immediate examples. Archetypes, which stood as representations of that weapon, were not within Azazel's ability to affect with his powers.
"Now you shall pay!" Jean roared in a fury, her eyes glowing sea-green with power, the last of Azazel's bindings washing off of her.
Summoning a spear, Azazel spun it around once before attempting to charge at her. The whipping winds and water stopped him from moving very far in any direction. Jean stopped and hovered a metre away from the struggling Heretic God.
"Godslayer! Do you decline battle with me?!" he shouted over the tumult.
"This is no battle anymore." The Scotch girl answered coldly. Her voice was soft, yet was carried to the Fallen Angel as if she were speaking into his ears from only an inch away, "This is your second fall, Scapegoat. For the sins of attempting to bring me low and turn me into a puppet, FALL!"
With another roar, all of the water around Azazel rushed at him, surrounding and binding him in one large mass as large as a Range Rover before it plummeted into the white-tipped waves, submerging faster than a stone. Jean followed it down at a leisurely pace.
Azazel struggled to move or anything in his bindings, but found that he was just as immobile as his distant memories of imprisonment at Dudael. This made him struggle harder. He had all the time in the world to win free, as he didn't really need to breathe.
"This is your grave, Scapegoat." Jean spoke softly as she floated a metre or so away from his watery prison, "We are currently several miles below the surface, with plenty of pressure for me to work with. Be crushed and be gone from my sight."
Immediately, he felt an immense amount of pressure bearing down on him as Jean compressed the sea around him, piling it on. It was merely uncomfortable at first, and then it started to hurt.
"Vanish, Azazel." Jean ordered softly, the pressure redoubling.
No matter how he struggled, Azazel could not free himself. He was bound and being crushed by the water around him. He was in the very depths of her realm of control, one that he knew he couldn't escape. Most of the reason that he had not died before now was that he had deployed a paper-thin barrier over his skin that was keeping a lot of the pressure off of him. It wouldn't last forever though.
"Please…with honour!" he managed to choke out through his gritted teeth. At the very least, he would die with some honour, not crushed into pieces by water!
"By my hand, you mean?" Jean thought for a moment, "Very well."
Retreating half a mile, the Scottish girl lazily spun her trident around until she held it like a javelin. She had actually used one before, so she knew the motions. Rearing back, she used her free hand to aim at Azazel, whom she moved into a vertical position.
"[Okeanó Tríaina Torpíli]!" she hissed and hurled the Ocean Trident at Azazel with all of her divine-enhanced strength, as well as adding impetus from water pushing it from the rear.
The shining golden weapon slammed into the head of Azazel the Scapegoat, impaling itself up to the start of the haft. Just before it struck him though, Jean saw something unexpected on his face; a smile.
"At least I'm not imprisoned anymore…" a voice whispered in her ear, just before Azazel's body was engulfed in golden light. Jean recovered her trident with a gesture before the body of Azazel, the Scapegoat and leader of the Grigori, exploded.
The explosion was deafening and Jean had to form a barrier of solid water in front of her in order to ride out the blast wave. Once it faded, saw a single black ripple heading towards her, one that represented the authority she had won from the Cadre.
Allowing it to seep inside of her, Jean shot to the surface and peered at the direction that Alec and Sariel were in. They were still fighting, which amused her. Hopefully Alec would make good on his bet.
With Alec
It should be noted that the death of Azazel was very obvious to both Sariel and Alec. The Fallen, in the middle of a frenzied attack, halted and spun around to stare in disbelief at the direction that Jean and his fellow Cadre had been fighting.
"That woman defeated Azazel?!" he screamed in disbelief.
"Tch. You just had to be stubborn." The Black Prince clicked his tongue and mentally dismissed [Faceless Queen]. He had played too much with this opponent. Time to finish this.
"Beast of the Pit, I summon thee." Alec hissed, "Feast, devour and consume all I offer to thee, even the space that imprisons thee in the mortal world!"
In front of Sariel, a black sphere the size of a walnut appeared. Alec started a five second count before speeding well out of the radius of the Authority. It detonated behind him just as he passed the safe line he had mentally assigned.
"AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!" Sariel screamed. He had noticed it at the last second and had flown up to avoid it, but the giant black hole had exploded out of the sphere, extending thirty metres in all directions, drawing Sariel in slowly and inexorably.
"What is this?! I demand an answer!" the Fallen bellowed as he fought fruitlessly.
"This is my last Authority, [Wandering Avarice], although some call it [Reckless Greed]." Alec called back cheerfully, "It will devour you to the last atom. Farewell, Prince of God. Please don't return anytime soon. I hate fighting."
"Damn…you…Godslayerrrrrrr!" the Prince of God shrieked just before the black hole of [Wandering Avarice] sucked him in and disappeared, along with every millilitre of seawater, every plant and every insect and bird within its reach.
Alec sighed as he reverted to his human form. He hated using that Authority when he was nearby. It always depressed him to see the aftereffects of it.
"That is one scary Authority, brother." Jean said as she walked over the water, the [Ocean Crown] surmounting her head and glowing softly.
"Here to gloat?" Alec scoffed.
Much to his surprise, the Scottish Campione shook her head. "I only won because Azazel wasn't trying to defeat me, at least in the conventional sense." She said with a sigh, "He was trying to make me submit to him as a woman as opposed to defeating me as a Campione. He wished for me to become his woman or plaything or whatever. Because of that, he let me return to the water when I broke free. That allowed me to counterattack and deliver the finishing blow. Had he fought me more seriously, I would have lost."
From the place where Sariel, Prince of God, had vanished, a silver orb appeared and sped to Alec's chest, being absorbed into his body.
"Looks like we both got a new Authority." Jean remarked.
"It would appear so." Alec agreed, "As much as it pains me to admit it…you won the bet. As a man of my word, I shall have the announcement made via the Witenagemot within the day."
"Thank you, brother." The newly crowned Campione of Scotland smiled, "Feel like a spot of tea before you leave?"
"Thank you, but no. I have business to attend to and resting to be done at my own home." The Black Prince answered, "I really hope you do not give me cause to fight you again. Today was more irritating that even I had anticipated."
"It wasn't exactly all flowers and sunshine for me either." Jean retorted.
"Farewell." Alec nodded and sped off via his [Black Lightning] Authority.
Shaking her head, Jean started running back towards her home.
'Alec certainly makes full use of that lightning authority of his.' Jean thought in bemusement as Rìgh Rubh'a came into sight, 'Wonder if I can ever get any transportation Authorities?'
She smiled as she saw the worriedly pacing figure of Rebecca Gardener (and wasn't it weird to think of her as Gardener rather than Piper?) on the side of the island covered by the tall trees that protected the house from strong seaward winds. The Hearth Witch looked up as Jean jogged into sight around the headland.
"Jean!" she cried in glee.
"Hey Rebecca." Jean called back, "Please stopper the bath. I'm going to need it."
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Next Chapter: Echoes Around the World
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Alec's Authority Spotlight!
God Usurped From: Sariel, the Prince of God
Authority Name: Black Moonlight
Chant: By the light of the moon I see thee, by the glow of the moon I mark thee and by the movement of the moon I travel to thee!
Conditions of use: 1) It must be night-time and the moon must be visible in order for this Authority to be used.
Effect: 1) The user can see anything touched by the moonlight and travel towards their goal at three times regular speed. Can be combined with [Black Lightning].
2) The user can also mark an object with moonlight so that it glows at night. The user can also track it even during the day.
3) The user can also use the moonlight as a weapon, striking their enemy with a concentrated beam of moonlight from above. If used in such a way, the Authority cannot be used again that night.
Limitations: 1) Unusable during a New Moon.
