~Operation Excalibur~
The day went by with unexpected turn of events. Instead of the traditional devil battle unfolding between the two houses, it ended up in a demonic invasion that threatened to destroy Rias Gremory and her servants, and almost paving the way for the legions of Hell to advance further into the Underworld. But with the two Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Death and War uniting with the devils in their endeavor, they succeeded in defeating the army of Hell and taken the traitor Riser Phenex under the Gremory's custody. Currently, Death, War, Rias and Sirzechs have gathered together in private room where they could discuss the current events with no interruptions.
"This was a major twist from Riser's part. I never would have thought that he would betray us to the demons of Hell." Sirzechs frowned seriously as he looked down on the ground.
"You speak as if you were friends with him." Death said in sarcastic tone as he folded his arms.
"No, that's not the point." Sirzechs said as he now looked at Death. "The members of the house of Phenex, although arrogant, are honorable at heart, especially their father. I assume your brother's participation in the Rating Game has forced him to take drastic measures to achieve victory."
"It would have been far more tolerable if he just submitted instead. There was no shame in losing a fight." War said seriously.
"And since when are you the one to talk about that one, War?" Death pointed out, but War huffed silently, he will not give his brother indulgence by answering that question.
"Either way, the leader of the demonic horde has been killed and the threat has been nullified. However, I can't shake the feeling that this was the beginning of things to come." Sirzechs said seriously.
"And you would be right, devil king. The demon lord that I fought was imposing, but he was a puppet as well. Someone behind the curtains has orchestrated that attack, for this could not be all Riser's doing." Death said.
"Do you have any ideas on who could it be?" Rias asked curiously.
"I have many. But they are all mere assumptions, so we can't take any lead from them." Death said before he took a few steps forward towards the doors and then stood sideways to look at Sirzechs behind him. "Until we have a solid evidence of who is responsible, we will continue to make our stay on Earth in your sister's little club. See that you devils commence with the investigation as well." He said strictly before he went for the doors to leave the room, followed by War, leaving Rias and Sirzechs alone. Sirzechs then sighed slightly in stress relief before he looked at Rias.
"Well, on the bright side of all this, your engagement with Riser has been cancelled and the devil penalty of visiting Earth has been prevented." Sirzechs smiled.
"Did Riser's father told you of that?" Rias asked curiously.
"Not exactly. But I can only imagine the shock on his face after Ravel told him the story of Riser's betrayal. And if he is the man that we knew all this time, he would agree with cancelling the engagement as well." Sirezchs said seriously before he smiled again. "A lot has happened today. Go get some rest sister, leave the heavy lifting to me."
"Yes. You are a devil king after all." Rias smiled, while Sirzechs chuckled light heartedly at that.
"Yes, I suppose I am. I'll see you later." Sirzechs smiled before he left as well, leaving Rias alone to ponder on today's events.
Meanwhile, as Death and War were walking through the hallway…
"So, what 'assumptions' came to mind brother? Samael? Lilith?" War asked curiously.
"No and no. They are far too cunning to even consider such an obvious and blatant assault on us. Besides, Samael's legions are mostly comprised of the elite soldiers of Hell. What we have fought is the entire cornucopia of demons. As for Lilith, well, even she knows better than to threaten the Balance and scheme a direct assault." Death said.
"Then who else would plot an attack on us?" War asked.
"There are many demons of Hell who would gladly see our heads on a pike, but nearly all of them thought twice before actually raising their weapons against us. But I have never encountered a demon lord who would throw an entire army against us just like that. Usually it's a small warband or a group of infiltrators or ambushers that we kill every time, but since the pact was made, not once did the demons deployed an entire army on our heads." Death said in contemplation.
"So in other words, you got nothing." War said bluntly.
"No. Unfortunately I don't." Death said before he looked at War again. "But then again, who's to say the army was meant to wipe the two of us out specifically?" He said. After a few moments of thinking, War quickly understood who Death is implying at.
"The Gremory devils." War concluded.
"Indeed. And the proof of that statement is in the two front assault they made, on both Sirzechs himself and his sister. Oddly enough, the demons at the time were more focused on slaying him than fighting me." Death said as he looked in front of him.
"Now that you mentioned it, the demons that I fought seemed more focused on killing Rias Gremory than the other devils in her group." War said, having a flashback of how the Ravager blasted her down before the Phantom General closed in on her, accompanied by two Defilers and dozens of Phantom Guards. "Are you implying that they started to mobilize against the devils with intent to wipe them out?"
"It's a strong possibility. From what Sirzechs and his father told me, the demons are not really fond of these devils. They consider them a degenerate shadows of their former selves who are only fit to die." Death looked at War before he glanced in front of him. "With their deaths, chaos would no doubt follow in the devils' hierarchy. It would be an opening for the loyalists of Hell to rejoin the demons and overthrow the devils in the process."
"And what kind of demon lord could possess such power to command both the portal master and a large host? Lucifer remained passive over the eons, even though he shares the sentiment of all the demons in his domain. And if it's not Samael and Lilith, then who?" War asked curiously.
"That is something we need to find out before the assailant's eyes are fixed on the White City, and shattering the pact made eons ago." Death said, thus ending the conversation between the riders while making way to inform the Charred Council of these events.
Later that day, the two riders stood on the platform in front of the three stone faces of the Charred Council and made their report of yesterday's events.
"The demons invaded the devils?" The middle head bellowed.
"Yes. And it would appear that they started to mobilize against the devils in trying to conquer the Underworld for themselves." Death said, with War standing behind him to the right.
"The matter that you shouldn't be involved with in the first place." The third, narrow said.
"What?" Death and War said in unison in slight disbelief.
"The infighting of the demons and the devils are not our concern. And by extension, not yours either, pale rider." Second, horned head said.
"You know of the law that binds the Three Kingdoms, horsemen. The task we have given you is to find the interloper who dares to threaten the Balance, not to involve yourselves in the Dark Kingdom's politics." The middle head said in accusing tone.
"The devils have defected from the Dark Kingdom, they are their own faction now." War said seriously.
"A distinction without a difference when the context remains the same. Do not stray from the task we have given onto you, horsemen." The middle head threatened before all three of the heads fell silent, the flames dissipating from their mouths and eyes. Death and War looked at each other for a moment in slight confusion before they silently left the chamber that is seemingly endless in size.
A few minutes later, the two riders left the cave leading to the heart of the world.
"A distinction without a difference? What the hell did they mean by that?" War said in slight frustration.
"It means that despite the fact the devils are their own society, they still originated from the Dark Kingdom. Even if the demons were to eradicate the devils, the angels and mankind would remain unaffected, and by extension the Balance. For the time being, that is." Death said.
"Then what of the fallen angels? Their faction was formed from a band of renegade angels of the White City and yet we raise our weapons against them." War said as he looked at Death.
"They attacked the Kingdom of Man on their own accord, thus we were allowed to act against them. If they were to plot against the White City, then the likes of Abaddon and the Hellguard will deal with them." Death looked at War before he looked on the horizon in front of him. "Either way, our business on Earth is not finished."
"I'm surprised you didn't attempt to convince me to abandon this mission and continue alone." War smirked slightly.
"I was about to." Death said bluntly before he glanced behind him." But knowing you, you would have followed me anyway, so it was pointless in the end." He said. War huffed silently in satisfaction before he walked forward and stopped next to his elder brother.
"Then let's go." War said in serious tone. Death nodded silently before the two horsemen mounted their respective steeds and rode back to Earth.
Although both of them agreed somewhat with what the Council said about the devils back there, they weren't really convinced to let the devils fend for themselves, especially considering the fact that the demons recently attacked them in force. True, they can handle any abomination imaginable that spawned across Creation, as they did since they pledged their loyalty to the Council all those eons ago, but if recent events are of any indication, if they were to allow the demons to tilt the odds against the angels and especially humans in their favor by allowing the devils to join their ranks, that could spell trouble for the two kingdoms. Something that the two riders are not keen of allowing to happen. And because of that fact, they are willing to stay on the side of the devils until the future events deem otherwise.
The storm clouds enveloped the night sky as the two riders returned to Earth. Since there was no other way to reach the Man's Kingdom, Vulgrim's Serpent Holes were the only means of transportation for the two horsemen without making their presence known, at least until they deem it otherwise. After they departed from Vulgrim's little shop, they donned their human disguises and made their way towards Rias' club house. After a while, they both arrived in front of the old school building.
"I sense only two devil powers inside. One weak and one strong." War said.
"Hyoudou and Himejima." Death said casually.
"Odd. Where did the other devils go?" War asked curiously, but Death said nothing as he knelt down and placed his hand on the ground.
"I sense a recent shift of energy. Teleportation magic." Death said as he stood up.
"Back to the Underworld?" War asked.
"I doubt it. Dust, search the city and find the devils!" Death commanded the crow. Dust squawked once in turn before he flew away, with Death following the crow while War made his way inside the building.
As War shed his disguise and neared the double doors leading to the living room, he noticed that the doors were partially open, with a dim light illuminating from it. As he slowly made his way towards the doors, he peeked to see if they were doing anything the riders wouldn't approve. But much to his slight disbelief and annoyance, he heard grunting and moaning from the young pervert. Upon closer observation, he also noticed the top of someone's head dangerously close to his crotch, letting out muffled, pleasured moans as well before the person was revealed to be Akeno, climbing towards Issei and hugging him rather suggestively. War facepalmed as he immediately caught up with what's happening: sexual intercourse, or at least it appeared to be so from his angle.
"Oh man, are you bare down there?" Issei shivered a bit, his crotch starting to bulge as Akeno's wet, bare body was melted on his skin.
"It's all a part of the ceremony." Akeno whispered on his ear suggestively.
"Is that a fact? Then I won't debate with tradition." Issei shivered and moaned in slight pleasure, making Akeno giggle cutely before she stood up, her eyes connecting with Issei.
"You know what? I thought of a better way to improve the process of the ceremony. I think you'll like what I have in store." Akeno said seductively as she grinded her butt on Issei's crotch, making Issei gasp and moan in pleasure. Ever since the all-out battle with the demons, Akeno started to take a liking to Issei for his bravery and honest heart, almost giving his life to protect her from the demon army. He is a pervert through and through, but in time she started to like that as she could tease him with all manner of seductive topics and drive him crazy.
"What in the Abyss are you two doing?!" War shouted angrily as he suddenly slammed the double doors open, having enough of watching this charade going any further. Issei screamed slightly in jumpscare, while Akeno gasped from the hard slam of the double doors.
"War?! Dude, what the hell man, you scared the shit out of me!" Issei shouted in frustration as he clutched onto his chest for his heartbeat to slow its pace slightly. But War was in no mood for jests as he stomped towards the two devils, making them flinch and gasp slightly in fear.
"What of your other comrades? They are not here, so where did they go?" War asked sternly, not even bothering to wait for the two devils to get dressed, with Issei only having his towel around his waist, while Akeno only had a wet, almost see-through bathrobe.
"I don't know, Asia went home, along with Rias and Koneko." Issei said.
"And what of Yuuto?" War in serious tone. Issei and Akeno remained silent as they brainstormed whether they should tell him of the recent truth of the matter or not.
As Dust flew up in the stormy sky, surveying the city for any sign of the devils while the rain was pouring the flying companion, the crow finally found one of the Gremory devils, the swordsman of the group Kiba before he returned to his master. Kiba wandered alone in thought through the streets, pondering on recent events that were drawn to his attention, most notably after his visit in Issei's house. He discovered in one of Issei's childhood albums a peculiar weapon Issei's friend had all those years ago. A Holy Sword, the reason for the demise of his friends and nearly his own if it weren't for Rias. For a long time, he suppressed the thoughts of vengeance and fought honorably in the name of Rias and her household. But now there will be no more waiting, he will have his revenge on those responsible for subjecting them to the Holy Sword Project, with those heartless bastards slaughtering them like lambs merely because they couldn't wield the said swords.
"Help me. Please help me!" A priest suddenly cried out, breaking Kiba from his thoughts and returning to the present. However, not moment too soon did the priest got impaled from behind. Then the attacker pulled out his sword while the priest's lifeless body slamming on the ground. As Kiba looked who it is, he noticed a gray-haired man wearing white and gray priest outfit and a cross around his neck.
"A stray priest, is it?" Kiba frowned seriously.
"Ahh, welcome devil to your execution. I was itching for a chance to have a decent sword fight on this night." The stray priest grinned wickedly as he locked his gaze on Kiba's.
"Who are you?" Kiba frowned seriously.
"I am George Selzen, Freed's twin brother." The stray priest known as George said.
"You're Freed Selzen's brother?" Kiba said in surprise as his eyes went slightly wide. He heard of Freed from Issei when he told them the story of their encounter, but he never knew he had a brother, a twin no less.
"Yes." George said before he frowned seriously. "And you would probably know that my brother was executed by the Reaper. I know because you devils have allies yourselves with the rider. I may not have my revenge on Death himself, but I will have my satisfaction by killing you."
"You're welcome to try. But I'm warning you, I'm not in the best mood tonight." Kiba said seriously as he conjured his sword, the Holy Eraser and readied himself for battle.
"Your mood swings will be the least of your concerns when I cleave you in half." George said seriously as he pointed his weapon at Kiba, while a golden aura formed on the blade of the sword.
"Wait! That light. That aura. It can't be." Kiba frowned seriously.
"Too late to back down now, devil. Because now you will feel the wrath of Excalibur!" George said as he charged at Kiba at impressive speed, his sword colliding with Kiba's sword. Kiba gritted his teeth in fury as he pushed to gain the advantage, but George did the same in equal ferocity if not more.
"Give up devil. Against Excalibur you have little hope for victory, because you won't be leaving this battle unscathed." George grinned wickedly, but Kiba got angrier as he parried his blade sideways and swung his sword, with George jumping back to avoid his attack.
"Holy Eraser!" Kiba shouted as multiple shadow tendrils formed on the blade and whipped their way to George's sword. But as soon as they wrapped around Excalibur, the sword immediately glowed in golden aura, shattering the shadow tendrils.
"Huh, nice try, but that trick won't work on a sword like this one." George grinned sadistically.
"So the sword is truly the Excalibur. Well, that gives me all the more reason to destroy it and its wielder!" Kiba shouted angrily as he charged at George, swinging his sword while the priest parried his attacks. Then in a swift motion, he cut Kiba's arm, leaving a minor, but excruciatingly painful wound on his arm, making the devil swordsman scream out in agony.
"I see a thirst for revenge in your eyes devil. But your pitiful thoughts of vengeance are nothing compared to mine for the Reaper." George frowned seriously as he pointed the sword at the blonde devil before he lifted it in the air and readied to kill the swordsman. Kiba gritted his teeth in fury at that statement as he suddenly shouldered the priest on the gut, slamming him down on the ground. George gritted his teeth as Kiba charged at him, but the stray priest got up quickly and dashed sideways.
"Time to end this." George grinned wickedly as he raised his sword. But before he could attack, he sensed a very powerful, but eerie presence closing in. "Damn it, not now." He gritted his teeth in anger. Kiba used the opportunity to charge at the priest and try to kill him in a single blow, but George saw it coming as he dodged the attack.
"I'm afraid our little match is over. Until next time." George grinned wickedly before he threw a flash pallet, bursting into blinding light before it quickly faded and the priest with it.
Not long after he was gone, Kiba heard familiar caws above him. When he looked up, his eyes went wide in slight fear as he saw Death's crow Dust perching on the tree branch, pecking his feathers before he looked at the young devil.
"Why are you wandering all alone this late of night?" A familiar, but strict and cold voice said from behind Kiba. When the devil turned around, the lightning struck in the sky to reveal the pale rider himself in his normal form. Since it was night time and it was raining, he didn't need to worry of any human discovering him, at least in the neighborhood they are currently in.
"My mind was just preoccupied and I needed some time alone, that's all." Kiba said seriously as he looked down.
"Preoccupied with what?" Death asked as he approached the swordsman.
"It's nothing, something I want to keep to myself." Kiba frowned seriously as he closed his eyes and bowed his head down, not feeling like explaining anything to Death of all people. As for the Reaper, he wasn't in the mood for games as he grabbed Kiba by the chin hard with his left arm and slammed him on the nearby stone wall.
"Hey! What was that about?!" Kiba gritted his teeth as he locked his angry gaze at Death's, with the rider being annoyed by the defiance of these devils as usual.
But upon observation, he noticed that Kiba was acting differently. After all this time he never bothered to actually know the devils individually, but he couldn't help but notice that Kiba's behavior changed a good deal. Instead of having that annoying, polite smile and meticulous mannerism, he is now serious, aggressive even. And in his eyes he saw one thing that he recognized all too well.
"Vengeance." Death said.
"What?" Kiba said in confusion.
"Your eyes, along with your mind are filled with thoughts of vengeance. I recognize that vindictive behavior all too well from my brother War. So explain yourself Yuuto. Who is it you want to have your revenge on?" Death asked strictly while Kiba gritted his teeth as he looked down on the ground. Seeing there was no attempting to hide anything from Death, he reluctantly decided to tell him the tragic story.
"On those responsible for the deaths of my comrades, in an experiment called the Holy Sword Project." Kiba said bitterly.
"Holy Sword Project?" Death said, his interest now piqued by the topic, but already not liking the direction where it's going.
"Yes." Kiba said bitterly as memories of the dark past rushed in his mind. "Long ago, my comrades and I were chosen for a seemingly holy cause. The project itself was conducted in a remote facility, an operation to produce the individuals capable of wielding the Holy Swords. The test subjects were all young men and women, each in possession of a Sacred Gear as well as unusual talent for swordplay. Painful, inhuman experiments were performed on us, day after day. Our freedom was taken from us, we weren't even treated as people, but simple lab rats. The only reason how we were able to endure the cruel training and experimentation is the belief that we were chosen by God for greatness, to be something truly special."
"God? There is a deity who actually chose that name for himself? How original." Death thought sarcastically.
"However, not one us managed to synergize with the Holy Swords, so the project itself became a failure. To cover up the tracks of such an atrocious operation, they marked us all for disposal." Kiba said bitterly.
"And you survived." Death pointed out.
"Only because my comrades gave me the chance to escape. Even when they were vomiting blood and writhing on the floor, praying to God for salvation from those who supposedly serve Him." Kiba frowned further in bitter contempt the longer he had to relive his tragic past. "I was on the verge of death before Rias came to offer me a second chance in life. I knew I wouldn't be able to avenge my friends by being dead, I couldn't allow their sacrifice to be in vain, so I happily accepted Rias' offer to take me in." He said seriously before he looked at Death. "I am deeply grateful to Rias for what she had done, but the truth is I was only able to survive because of my friends. And for them, I will destroy the Excalibur."
After Death heard the entire story, it didn't affect him one bit. These kind of stories over the eons were becoming so stale and overly common to hear across Creation. But it was only at the mention of Excalibur that Death's attention was fully drawn.
"What? Excalibur?!" Death exclaimed angrily as he grabbed Kiba by the collar and lifted him to his eye level. "What do you mean Excalibur?!" He shouted angrily, his orange eyes fixed on Kiba's confused, yet terrified eyes from Death's out of the blue outburst of anger.
Later that night, Death arrived at the club house, not wasting a moment as he immediately sent Kiba to fetch Rias from the Underworld, determined to get to the bottom of the topic at hand. It wasn't long before Rias arrived with Kiba in the club room with Death, War, Akeno and Issei.
"So, Kiba told you of the Holy Sword Project, did he?" Rias said seriously as she looked at Death.
"He did, but what I want to know is how did the humans got a hold of an angel's weapon Excalibur." Death said angrily.
"Why is it so important? I understand that it's a Holy Sword and all that, but is it really that powerful?" Issei asked curiously.
"It is a weapon wielded by the archangel Arthur centuries ago in the Great War on Earth, an angel that battled the demon lord Mordred wielding an equally powerful weapon, Soul Edge. With those two powers colliding, the land around them was sundered and many demons, angels and fallen angels alike were slaughtered in the wake of their duel." War said.
"By the time we arrived, both the archangel and the demon lord were dead, with Excalibur indeed shattered into pieces from the duel. At the time we were more focused on purging the Earth of the demons, angels and fallen angels, especially the two heavenly dragons who were rampaging across the Earth in their incessant duel. We were left to believe that the surviving soldiers of the White City gathered the shards of the sword and took the pieces with them." Death said.
"But apparently we were wrong." War said seriously.
"Apparently so. The Church managed to collect those seven pieces, and using alchemy they forged seven entirely new swords, used for the purpose of purging the demons and fallen angels." Rias said seriously before she frowned further. "And in recent centuries, the devils as well."
"The Church? How can a human religion know of, let alone find the archangel's weapon shards?" Death growled slightly, sending chills down the devils' spines.
"Not only that, but for the humans to have the means to reforge an angel's weapon." War added.
"The answer is quite obvious, though I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't aware of their presence thus far." Rias said.
"Don't tell me." Death groaned slightly. He knows what she meant, but doesn't want it to be spoken out loud.
"Yup." Rias said.
"What? What is it?" Issei asked curiously.
"The angels of the White City made a heavy influence on Biblical religion. Some say it was them that formed the religion in the first place two thousand years ago." Rias said seriously.
"What, really?! You mean God and all that are the angel's doing?!" Issei said in very shocked voice, unable to believe that God and religion itself that humanity worshiped for all this time was the angel's doing. He was never really known to be a religious type, but this kind of information really shocked him. He can only imagine the horrified shock on Asia's face if she were to hear about this. That unpleasant thought lead him to the decision not to tell Asia of any of this, unless someone else in the club let it slip out of their mouths, most notably Death and War, since they are so blunt in their statements.
"Looks like Azrael has some answering to do when I find him." Death said coldly.
"No." War said, making Death look at him curiously. "Allow me to interrogate him. One of us needs to stay here and retrieve the swords of the Excalibur."
"The angels are not really fond of you after the massacre you have caused, War. I will venture to the White City and find Azrael myself." Death pointed out.
"Many millennia has passed since that day Death. I know they haven't forgotten, but their rage has certainly diminished during that time. Unless they don't have another doomsday weapon like the Sacrament Bomb, I'll enter the city peacefully." War said. After a few moments of thinking whether he should let War do the job or not, Death made his decision.
"Very well. While you go and find Azrael, I will remain here to find the Excalibur swords. They are far too powerful to be used by human hands." Death said before he glanced at the Gremory group, with the devils having shivers down their spines from Death's gaze alone.
If they were to pick between Death and War, the red rider would probably be the better horseman of the two to have around. Especially Rias, who had a slightly sad frown on her face. She really has no idea why, but the idea of Death being around instead of War made her slightly sad. And why would she even bother thinking whether War would depart or not? Any rational person would say it's for the best that he does. He's the Horseman of the Apocalypse after all, his very presence is a bad omen, especially Death. And yet despite those thoughts, Rias would want him to be around anyway as long as possible, for some bizarre reason. Regardless, the decision has already been made, they have no choice but to suck it up and follow Death's instructions.
The next day after school time, Death, along with Rias, Koneko, Issei and Asia resided in the club house as usual. A few moments later after Rias explained to Issei and Asia of the Holy Sword Project and Kiba's fate regarding it, the double doors suddenly opened.
"Fantastic, it looks like everyone's here." Akeno smiled as she entered the room.
"Akeno, why are you so late?" Rias smiled slightly.
"Well, I found some guests and I was helping them get here." Akeno smiled as she gestured to the two girls entering the room as well.
"Thank you for having us." The petite girl said. The group recognized the two girls as Sona Shitori and Tsubaki Shinra.
"The Student Council president and the vice president?" Issei said.
"They said they had something urgent to discuss with you." Akeno said.
"Right." Sona nodded before she took a few steps forward. "Rias, would you mind coming with me to my house right away, please? This isn't something you'd want to discuss in front of a lot of people, trust me."
"Now what kind of discussion would be so important for it to be kept from me?" Death said in sassy, yet sarcastic tone, with the rider leaning on a wall with folded arms. Sona and Tsubaki gasped in slight fear as they recognized the person all too well, who was slowly walking towards them. "I recognize you two from before, of our encounter in the school grounds. You two are also devils, are you not? Very foolish of me to let you two slip away." Then he stopped and bowed his head down slightly, appearing to be frowning further. "Identify yourself devil. Your true identity." He threatened, sending chills down the two devil's spines and making them freeze for a moment in fear. Reluctantly, Sona decided to indulge the Reaper.
"My name is Sona Sitri, the next head of the house of Sitri." Sona said seriously.
"She is also the sister of the devil king Serafall Leviathan." Rias added.
"A devil king? I thought your brother Sirzechs was the only ruler of the devils." Death asked curiously.
"Technically he is the ruler of the devils, but no, he is not the only devil king. There are four of them in the devil hierarchy, with the current ones being Ajuka Beelzebub of the house of Astaroth, Falbium Asmodeus of Glasya-Labolas family, Serafall Leviathan, Sona's sister and my brother, Sirzechs Lucifer, who is the leader of the devil kings." Rias explained.
"Much like you are for the Four Horsemen." Akeno giggled a bit, but Death completely ignored her statement as that goes without saying a damn word.
"And you did not think it important to tell me?" Death said accusingly.
"You would have killed us back then if you knew that information." Rias said seriously.
"Can't deny that." Death smirked slightly beneath his mask before he glanced at Sona. "Now, what important matter do you wish to discuss with her? Is it about the Holy Swords?"
"How did you know?" Sona said in slight surprise that Death knew of what she was about to say.
"Because that's the only thing that caught my interest of late." Death said bluntly. Seeing that the rider knows what she was going to say and the fact that she won't be able to take Rias a single step outside the club house with Death around, she reluctantly decided to inform Rias and by extension Death here and now.
"Very well." Sona said seriously to Death before she looked at Rias. "Two members of the Church have arrived this morning at school. And not only that, both of them wielded Holy Swords."
"I guessed that much. But what is their purpose of arriving in this town?" Death asked in slight annoyance.
"To speak with Rias." Sona pointed out, not turning her gaze away from Rias'.
"With me? Why?" Rias asked in slight confusion. "There is no other reason for them to be in this town except to stir up trouble."
"And what was your answer to their request?" Akeno asked curiously.
"I accepted it and told them where they could find you, so you can expect their visit after school tomorrow." Sona said seriously.
"Perfect." Death said to himself before he looked at Sona. "Thanks for the information. Now return to the Underworld, and make sure you and your servants remain there this time."
"What? But we go in the same school as Rias, we cause no trouble to the humans whatsoever." Sona protested.
"None of my concern." Death said coldly, making Sona flinch in fear. "If I catch even a whiff of your energy, I will execute you for trespassing in the Kingdom of Man again. Rias and her little pets are the only devils I allowed to be here, at least for the time being. Now go." He threatened while heavily emphasizing the last two words, with Sona and Tsubaki freezing in fear momentarily before they quickly composed themselves. They know better than to speak out against the Reaper himself, so they have no choice but to oblige.
"Then we will take our leave. Until next time Rias." Sona said before she left the room, followed by Tsubaki as she closed the doors.
"Man, what a gentleman." Issei said sarcastically to himself as he scratched his head. But no one aside from Asia and Akeno bothered to hear what Issei was saying at the moment.
"Poor Sona." Rias frowned sadly as she looked at the doors where Sona went out. It would appear that every devil they find other than themselves will receive the same treatment from the horsemen, regardless of their position.
Meanwhile, War, striding his faithful, bulky mount Ruin, slowly made his way across the massive, gleaming bridge leading to the White City itself. Just like the last time he visited the angel's capital, War first materialized near this massive bridge before he continued on horseback, knowing that appearing from the void between realms in the city itself will definitely spell trouble. Especially with his reputation of slaughtering many angels when he was on a mission to destroy Abaddon's doomsday weapon meant to eradicate only demons. As War continued to slowly ride forward, he observed his surroundings and noticed that everything looks the same as the day he was here all those centuries ago: The giant statues, the floating isles, the trees, pretty much everything about this place remained unchanged. And much to War's disappointment, the giant statues as well, he really hoped they would convert them into animated sentinels after all this time, as he would expect from the martial community like the angels. But sadly, that wasn't the case, they would have most certainly given him a challenge.
Soon enough, the rider reached the portcullis leading to the city itself. And as he expected, a blast of a great trumpet was heard as a small phalanx of heavily armored angels formed up soon after, followed by another phalanx of airborne angels equipped with Redemption cannons. Looks like the angels have reinforced the gates since the last time he paid them a visit, something that War wasn't surprised by. And just like then, the commander of the angels guarding the gate arrived, wielding his massive axe and having an angry look on his face.
"You." The commander said bitterly as he slowly approached War, stopping in front of Ruin. "What's your business here this time, rider?" He said, vividly remembering the massacre he caused to the angels many millennia ago.
"None of your concern." War said strictly, but the commander would have none of the rider's sass or that of the other horsemen as he raised his hand, prompting all of the angels at his command to aim at War and his steed.
"I see you are eager to start a war with the Council and shatter the pacts in the process." War said in very serious tone. But much to his surprise, though not daring to show it, instead of the commander acting all furious and outraged, this time he merely smirked calmly as he closed his eyes.
"No. I'm not as foolish as I was the last time, horseman." The commander said as he took a few paces forward and stopped on War's right side, looking at War dead in the eye. "But that doesn't mean we didn't make proper precautions for the likes of you. You are maybe the Council's enforcer, but don't expect us to let you stroll around our holy city so casually ever again, courtesy of Abaddon himself." He smirked before his face went serious. "Here's what's going to happen. You will either tell us the exact cause for your arrival, or you will be teleported far away from the White City where no angel will be harmed from your senseless rampage."
"Would you have honestly let me destroy your precious doomsday weapon meant to eradicate the demons back then, a weapon of Abaddon's making?" War said seriously, this time silencing the commander, who didn't had a good retort on that one. "I thought not." Then War looked forward. "I can assure you that no angel will be harmed in my current endeavor. I came here merely to speak with the archangel Azrael, nothing more."
"Azrael?" The commander said before he frowned seriously. "Why would you want to speak with the archangel Azrael?"
"As I said, none of your concern. And like I said before, no blood will be spilled in my sojourn to the Argent Spire." War said before he looked at the commander and frowned further. "Any other threats or accusations you would like to throw at me? Because I'm starting to lose my patience." He said in frustration, with Ruin snorting in an angry grunt as he shared War's sentiment. This time the angelic commander really didn't know what else to say. He knew fully well that attacking the rider would indeed shatter the pacts made and start a war with the Council and by extension, Hell as well. And since the angels hold their laws as something sacred, he used every ounce of willpower he had not to attempt to decapitate the rider and let him in.
"Fine. You may enter, but not without an escort. Four of our finest warriors will accompany you on your sojourn to the Argent Spire and back here. Raise a sword even against one of the angels and the might of the entirety of the White City will come crashing down upon you, with Lord Abaddon leading the charge." The commander said in dead serious tone.
War gritted his teeth angrily and a vein was popping on his forehead beneath his hood, it took every ounce of willpower he had not to raise his Chaoseater and slaughter these insolent angels for testing his patience from the start. In situations like this, he wished the laws and pacts could just go all to hell, and let his entire being go on an unrestricted, unadulterated rampage, completely consumed by carnage and bloodlust. But despite of that fact, he isn't called the most honorable of the Four for nothing, even with the rage currently boiling in his very blood. He honors the laws and pacts made as well, almost as much as the angels would, and he will not be the one who will shatter them, being responsible for the war to come from such action. In the end, War nodded silently at the commander as Ruin rode slowly forward.
War finally passed the main gates and made his way to the Argent Spire, with four heavily armed and armored angels walking in square formation, two in front and two behind. War, although annoyed, completely understood this strict measure of security. He did indeed caused a massacre and a good deal of collateral damage when he was on the hunt for the Sacrament Bomb, so he couldn't really voice his complaint on the matter. As he looked onward, he noticed many cathedrals and fortresses, entire neighborhoods, structures and roadways… yup, everything looks the same inside the city walls as well, though War couldn't really help but be inwardly awed at the sight of all the spires and what not. The sheer size of the structures, it was simply not normal how enormous they were. He could only imagine how magnificent they look airborne, to stride the skies like the angels do. But given the situation, he won't have that luxury, at least not yet, especially with four of the angels keeping a constant vigil on the rider.
After two hours of excruciatingly long march, War and his 'retinue' reached the entrance of the Argent Spire. From the entrance, it would appear as if the spire had no end to its enormous size, going all the way through the clouds in the sky and even beyond that. But War didn't linger for long as he entered the spire, followed by the armored angels. After about half an hour of walking, they finally reached the library, just as insanely massive as it was when he and Death came.
"We will remain here horseman, while one of us goes to inform the archangel." The armored angel said before his comrade flew up towards seemingly endless system of balconies and suspended walkways to find the archangel.
At the same time, Azrael, accompanied by three scribes and two librarians, searched through the book shelves of the massive library to find a book containing the lore about the sea leviathans from planet Kharaa, which the military angels codenamed 4546B. Not long after, the armored angel found the chief librarian.
"Lord Azrael." The angel said as he hovered near the wise archangel, while Azrael turned around to see who it was.
"Yes, soldier? What brings you here all the way from the gates of the White City?" Azrael asked curiously.
"Pardon the interruption my lord, but the red horseman arrived in need to speak with you personally." The angel said.
"The red horseman? You mean War?" Azrael said as his eyes went slightly wide open in surprise. First Death and now War? What could be happening on Earth that it required two of the riders to focus on the task given by the Charred Council? Usually they are more than capable of dealing with any situation alone, it is only when the situation is really dire, which is a rarity, that the Council send more than one rider.
"Yes, my lord." The angel nodded.
"Lead the way, soldier." Azrael said. The armored angel nodding in compliance before he flew back to the group, followed by the archangel himself.
After a minute or two of flying, the two angels arrived near the waiting group. The armored angel landed near the squadron, while Azrael hovered in front of the group.
"Welcome to the White City War. I have to admit, your visit comes as a surprise for me." Azrael said seriously.
"I wouldn't have come here unless the need was urgent." War said in his usual, serious tone. Azrael nodded silently to the rider before he looked at the four armored angels.
"You are free to return to your posts, soldiers. I will take over from here." Azrael said.
"Pardon my lord, but by General Abaddon's orders, we are not to leave the horseman's side during his stay in the White City." One of the four angels said.
"Then wait at the main entrance of the Argent Spire. I assure you, under my watch, War will not cause any havoc inside the building." Azrael said in serious tone.
"Yes, Lord Azrael." The four angels nodded before they left War alone with Azrael, reluctantly at that.
"Touchy." War commented bluntly.
"Can you honestly blame them?" Azrael asked before he turned around and hovered forward.
"No, apparently not." War said before he followed Azrael.
After ten minutes of walking, Azrael and War entered the archangel's private quarters.
"Not long ago, your brother visited me in need of information." Azrael said as he sat at the desk containing many books, scrolls, notes and other variety of paper. "I assume you came here for that as well?"
"Yes, but not regarding the devils this time. It's about the angels instead." War frowned seriously.
"The angels?" Azrael said, his curiosity now piqued by the topic.
"Yes, since they are the ones responsible for equipping the humans with the angel's arsenal." War frowned in slight anger.
"What do you mean, War? You and the other riders know better than anyone that we haven't interfered with the human evolution since their race came to be." Azrael frowned slightly.
"Do we? Because the humans wielding the Holy Swords and especially Excalibur deem otherwise." War said in serious tone.
"What?! Impossible!" Azrael exclaimed in surprise and slight outrage at the statement.
"Apparently it is. And because of that fact, you've been caught in a lie. Don't try to convince me that no angel is responsible for aiding the humans, because the proof is in the so called Biblical religion." War frowned further, his tone heavily filled with accusation.
"Biblical religion? But the angels have nothing to do with either that religion or any other that formed over many millennia on Earth." Azrael said seriously, but then his eyes went slightly wide in realization before he frowned in thought. "Unless…"
"Unless what?" War asked.
"Unless he finally decided to act." Azrael said seriously.
"Who?" War asked curiously.
"The Archangel Michael, the leader of the Order of Divine Faith." Azrael said.
"Michael? I think I heard that name before." War frowned slightly in thought.
"He is an angel who believes that humanity can truly be saved from the demons of Hell if the angels were to intervene. He sought an audience with me and the other seraphim and archangels many times in the past. He kept insisting time and again that the angels should aid the humans in their dark times and prepare them for the Endwar, so they could actually survive the Apocalypse that is to come with the shattering of the Seven Seals. But, he couldn't see the consequences of meddling in natural evolution of humankind, something that we saw, which is why we refused to take any part in his plans. Despite many refusals to his suggestions, he remained the same over the eons. He was sad, sometimes distraught that the other angels won't support him in his cause, aside from those in his order, and yet he never lost faith that humanity can be saved from the Apocalypse." Azrael explained.
"Hmm. Do you think he decided to act on his own after the Great War on Earth?" War asked, slowly solving the pieces of the puzzle in his mind.
"I believe so. Centuries after the Great War, he and the followers of his order disappeared from the White City without a trace for two millennia. We believed this whole time that he relocated his order to another city or an outpost beyond the White City's borders. But I never would have guessed that he would infiltrate the Kingdom of Man, and reform the human's Biblical religion to follow the codex of his own order." Azrael said.
"What is this Biblical Religion anyway?" War asked curiously. He knew that another history lesson will follow, something that really racks his mind, it's usually Death that doesn't have a problem of hearing lengthy history lessons. But given the topic, this is something he has to endure.
"It is specifically called a Christian Religion, with the Bible being a collection of sacred texts and scriptures that its followers considered to be a products of divine inspiration, and a record of a relationship between God and the humans. It is a religion that was formed when a son of a deity only named God, Jesus Christ, was crucified by the nation of Rome. The religion itself was poised to become extinct before it would spread its influence across the world. I always wondered how did the humans managed to accomplish such a feat, to spread the influence of that religion so quickly and save it from extinction." Azrael said while holding his chin in thought.
"Now we know why." War said, breaking Azrael from his thoughts as the archangel looked at the rider. "If what you say is true, then my brother and I must find the archangel at once. He will answer for trespassing in Man's kingdom for so long." Then he turned around, his back facing Azrael. "Thanks for the information, archangel. Until this whole situation is resolved, we will keep in touch." Then he departed, leaving Azrael alone in the room.
The next day after school, Death, Rias and the other devils gathered together in the club room, with two members of the Church wielding the Holy swords finally arriving for a much needed conversation with the devils.
"Thank you for agreeing to speak with us today. My name is Xenovia Quarta." A girl with blue hair known as Xenovia said.
"And I'm Irina Shidou." A girl with pigtails known as Irina smiled.
"It's fascinating to me why followers of God would meet with a devil." Rias said in calm, yet serious tone, the only one sitting in a sofa while the other devils stood behind her. Death in his human disguise was leaning on a desk with folded arms, more focused on the swords that the girls wield than anything else.
"It does seem random. Here's the thing: There are six swords we can account for. The Church has the three swords in total, including the ones we have, while the other three are stolen by the fallen angels." Irina explained.
"The swords we wield are made from Excalibur. This weapon is mine, it's called Excalibur Destruction." Xenovia gestured her sword that is wrapped in white cloth.
"And then there's the one I have here." Irina smiled as she gestured a thread tied around her biceps. "It's known as the Excalibur Mimic."
"Excalibur, is it?" Death finally spoke before Rias could, standing up from his desk while making the Gremory devils grow uneasy. "If so, you will hand them over to me. Both of you."
"And who are you to make such a blunt demand from us?" Xenovia frowned in slight anger, not impressed at all by this newcomer.
"Xenovia, something's not right here. I'm getting the chills from the guy's mere gaze, bigtime." Irina frowned worryingly, but Xenovia was not convinced as she stood upright and faced the rude man in front of her.
"You do realize that you are the ones who are guests here, not us. Under my roof, I trust you two will behave." Rias said in serious tone.
"I apologize, but I will return to our conversation momentarily." Xenovia smirked before it disappeared when she looked at the black-haired man. "Now, care to share why would we simply hand over our holy weapons?"
"Because it is an arsenal that does not belong to the Kingdom of Man. I will not ask again. Hand them over. Now." Death said, heavily emphasizing the last sentence, making Xenovia's anger grow slowly.
"Make us then, devil." Xenovia smirked as she raised her Excalibur Destruction.
"Stop it!" Rias shouted angrily, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. "You two have no idea who you're threatening. For both of your sakes, stand down." She said in angry, yet worried tone.
"It won't make much difference in the end, Gremory." Death said grimly while not averting his gaze from Xenovia, much to the increased worry of the devils, including Irina. "If you won't hand them over willingly, then I will take them from your corpses."
"Enough of this insolence! We will settle this outside." Xenovia exclaimed angrily before she marched towards the doors. "Irina, let's do it." She said, but Irina remained frozen in place as she looked at the unknown man's orange, chilling eyes that would freeze even the hottest of volcanoes. "Irina!"
"Oh, right! Coming!" Irina said as she darted in slight panic towards Xenovia. With little choice, the other devils followed.
After a few minutes, Death, Irina, Xenovia and the Gremory devils made their way behind the club house at the open area of the woods, where the three of them would have plenty of space to end their debate.
"This won't end well. If he kills them and the news of this fight is reached all the way to the Church…" Akeno frowned worryingly.
"Then we can kiss the peaceful times goodbye." Rias frowned seriously.
"What, seriously?!" Issei shouted in panic before he turned to the two girls and the rider. "Hey guys, come on, cut it out! Can we please settle this with a game of chess or something? Please?" Issei suggested.
But his words were completely ignored as Death glared daggers at the two Church warriors. Xenovia still had that stern, steadfast attitude, but Irina's body started to tremble in fear the longer she stared into those orange, seemingly soulless eyes.
"Irina! Focus!" Xenovia ordered as she clutched the Excalibur Destruction in front of her.
"Oh, right. Sorry." Irina said in a slightly trembling voice before she clutched her Excalibur Mimic as it shaped into kitana. Xenovia couldn't help but worry for her sister in arms for her recent behavior.
"What's wrong with you? It's as if you are staring death in the face." Xenovia asked curiously, while the rider couldn't help but let out a decent chuckle.
"You have no idea how right you are." Death said grimly as purple, soul-like aura started to envelop the rider.
His disguise was slowly burning away in purple fire as his true form was revealed. While the revelation was not really shocking for the devils, they already got used to his true form, the reactions from Xenovia and Irina are a different matter. Their confidence shattered like glass as their eyes were filled with fear, shock and terror at the sight before them. They have never seen him in their lives and yet from the stories they heard at the Church, they immediately recognized the scythe wielding warrior.
"It's th-th-th-th… The Reaper!" Irina screamed in fear and panic as she started to whimper while clenching her katana close to her body.
"It… can't be." Xenovia said in trembling voice of her own. For the first time in her life, she felt fear so severe that even impacted her very body as it trembled on its own, barely having the strength to hold her sword to prevent it from slipping from her fingers and fall on the ground. The Reaper felt satisfied from their silent, yet horrified reactions and decided to speak out first.
"You changed your minds, humans? For the sake of time, let's cut this short and surrender your blades. Or else." Death threatened as he unsheathed his twin scythes and extended their blades before holding them in reverse grip, making the two girls flinch in fear, Irina more so than Xenovia.
"Alright, alright, please don't kill us, please! We surrender, here, take it!" Irina shouted in panic as she tossed her sword quickly near the rider's feat. Although her faith in God is unprecedented, facing the Reaper, the leader of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was something she wouldn't dare even in her wildest of dreams.
"And what about you, Xenovia?" Death said as he fixed his gaze on hers.
Xenovia gritted her teeth in anger that was rapidly replaced with fear, freezing her in place as her body trembled uncontrollably. What hope could she possibly have facing the pale rider himself head on? It is madness by all accounts, even she, despite her hardheaded nature knows that much.
"Xenovia, please." Irina begged, hoping with all her might that Xenovia will see reason and the folly of this duel if she were to proceed with this action. She really hopes that she won't, otherwise Death will cut her to pieces in the blink of an eye. After a long staredown, she relented in the end.
"Alright. You win, Reaper. I give up." Xenovia said bitterly, making Irina and the Gremory devils let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Hmph. That was disappointingly easy." Death huffed through his nose casually as he sheathed his scythes and took the katana from the ground, which reverted to be a thread again. Death scooped it up in a ball and put it in his pocket before he went towards Xenovia, who reluctantly handed over the second weapon, Excalibur Destruction to the rider.
"There is still a lot of power in the blades, even with the Excalibur splintered into seven." Death said as he held the Destruction sword in his hand before he looked at Xenovia again. "Tell me. What was your reason for coming in this town, other than to pester these devils?"
"We came here to hunt down the leader of the Grigoris, a powerful individual named Kokabiel." Xenovia said in serious tone, barely suppressing the fear of the rider.
"Who are the Grigoris?" Issei asked Akeno curiously.
"Fallen angels. Also known as the group of the ones who watch over the children of God." Akeno explained.
"You are after one of the leaders of the fallen angels? You two must be out of your minds." Death chuckled slightly.
"We do what we must to keep the fallen ones from obtaining the Holy Swords. I for one am willing to trade my life to annihilate them." Xenovia said seriously.
"We understand the danger of this undertaking, there's already been one casualty. A priest who came to this town to check things out ahead of time has been murdered." Irina said to Rias, feeling more comfortable looking at the devils more than Death himself.
"I know who did it." A familiar voice suddenly said as he leaned on a tree with folded arms.
"Kiba!" Rias said in surprise like the other devils in the group.
"It was George Selzen." Kiba said seriously as he walked towards the group.
"Selzen?" Issei said before his eyes went wide in shock. "Wait, don't tell me that…"
"Yes. Apparently Freed has a twin brother named George, he was the one responsible for killing that priest. I happened to be there when the deed was done. Not only that, George was definitely in a possession of a Holy Sword, an Excalibur as he said it." Kiba interrupted in his uncharacteristically serious tone.
"So that's a third one to go." Death said, mostly to himself.
"Interesting that it was a stray priest." Xenovia said to Irina before she bowed her head down. "In the end, it makes no difference. Without the means to carry out the will of the Church, it's a guaranteed suicide mission. We might as well take our leave and return to the headquarters empty-handed." She said in defeat before she turned around and started to walk away while draping her white cloak.
"Xenovia, wait! We can't give up like this, there has to be a way we can succeed in our mission." Irina protested.
"Face it Irina!" Xenovia said in frustration, silencing the pigtailed girl. "There is no way, not without the Excalibur swords to aid us."
"Actually, there is." Death suddenly said, prompting the two girls to look at the rider, followed by the Gremory group. "You will not have these swords back, but you can still prove useful to me in hunting down Kokabiel."
"How so?" Xenovia asked curiously.
"Like you said, you were given the task to hunt down Kokabiel and eliminate him, correct?" Death asked, with the two girls nodding in confirmation. "And you were also tasked to retrieve the stolen blades from the fallen angel himself?" The two girls nodded again. "Then you will continue with your mission, this time as scouts, not warriors. When you find him, return to this location and we will deal with him, as I will with anyone else who will threaten the Balance."
"Understood. It is an honor to be on your side in this endeavor, rider of death." Xenovia bowed her head slightly in respect.
"Our interests align, nothing more. Now go." Death said in annoyance. Xenovia and Irina didn't hesitate for a second as they both left.
Now that Death obtained two of Excalibur fragments, Destruction and Mimic, there are only five more swords left to obtain from the Kingdom of Man and return them to their rightful place in the White City. At the same time, they still need to find the perpetrator who threatens the Balance between the three kingdoms, the very reason why the horsemen bothered to come to Earth in the first place. He doesn't even know himself if he's even close to that discovery, he only hopes he doesn't eat his own scythe with how tedious the search is becoming.
A/N: Okay, will you guys stop spamming 'no pairing' statements on your reviews? Do you know what pairing even means? Two people loving each other and i don't see an ounce of that from War, nor do i plan on doing that from the most badass character in video games. If anything, it would mostly be one-sided affection from Rias, either due to his power like Lilith was drawn to Samael or that she is seeing something genuine in War that no one else can see, something along those lines. Either way, we are eight chapters into the story at this point, anything can happen in the future chapters, so please refrain from jumping to conclusions about War falling in love and all that, it's just ridiculous. Sorry if i sound a little angry, it's just i hate when people get the wrong idea and they go all "War will fall in love, its OOC, REEEE..." Like no, none of that was shown in previous chapter from War's side. Rias may have blushed and quickly looked away when War noticed her, but he didnt give a damn about that at all. I thought that was plainly obvious, but apparently people got the wrong idea.
-Bladewolf101 pretty much everyone in Creation, aside from the humans who don't know of their existence :D
-wacko12 could be, who knows?
-Gamelover41592 Thanks and yeah he did, somewhat :)
-The Zebra Hybrid No, he wont, i already explained that in previous chapters.
-Super Kamehameha Thanks bro, yeah that was the general idea and boy did he regret that action.
-treyalexander63917 War falling in love? The words alone as really pushing War's character on the border of OOC and i'm not doing that. I agree about the part of Gremory's being greedy and drawn to power though, with Rias drawn to War somewhat like Lilith was drawn to Samael due to how powerful he was. I doubt the story will be that long, but we'll see :)
-FighterPlaneAce Thanks a lot, i appreciate it. Well, for Irina and Xenovia's reactions to the horseman, now you know in this chapter :D
-MakeWarNotLove I dont see an ounce of War going lovey dovey in any way, so no worries here about that :)
-Greer123 You're welcome, i'm doing great so far with new chapters on the horizon :)
-zhisyamuddin2900 Pairing? Dont see any pairing here.
-DeathBigFan Nah, dont sweat it and thanks for your honesty. Well something is happening with Rias, but War remained the same since chapter 5, where he was introduced. And you are right, they dont give a damn about love, and i dont see any emotional changes with War whatsoever regarding Rias or anyone else. I played both Darksiders 1 and 2 and read the comics and novels, especially the Abomination Vault, so dont worry, i know what i'm doing :)
-Guest1 Death romance? No. No War x Uriel, cause everyone knows its Uriel x Abaddon.
-Guest2 Thanks, yeah this will definitely continue :)
Thanks for all the reviews, faves and follows so far. Again i apologize if i sound a little angry, but people should read the chapters carefully before they post a review on it. Also, refrain from having Guest names on the reviews, take a different name if you want to post a review, because it's rather confusing if it's one individual posting several reviews or other people as well. Either way, thanks again and i'll see you in the next chapter :)