I swear, if this fic continues to be as good as it does all the way to the end, I'll christen it as the new Game of Thrones. And I'm not talking Seasons 6 to 8 Game of Thrones, I'm talking when the show was actually amazing. Seasons 1 to 4. What I'm trying to say is keep it up. This is the best DxD fic on this site by a mile.
Uh... thanks. Never seen Game of Thrones but still. Thanks for the compliment.
Also, hey, it was my 18th birthday yesterday. So, you can consider this my late birthday gift to you, or something if you want. Or not, I dunno. I'm tired as fuck while writing this.
Anything you recognise isn't mine.
"Twilight Amplifier!" Asia cried out, holding out her hands towards Rias, who glowed with an intense green aura that began powering her up instantly. Five Old Satan Faction Devils, who were rushing towards Roxas' Bishop and Pawn, were the first to feel the business end of Rias' enhanced Power of Destruction. They were obliterated, only leaving small fragments by way of remains.
"Nice." Rias smiled to herself as she turned around and sent several, smaller, balls of her signature attack towards two more OSF Devils that tried to jump Asia from behind. However, the attacks missed their targets, and Rias was forced to pull out two crimson Amalgamation holes in order to grab the attacks that were fired at her and Asia. After adding a third one that was filled with the Power of Destruction, the three holes combined into one, and the attack that Rias fired out of the combined hole was enough to destroy the two OSF Devils in one single shot.
Rias then created a magical shield to protect both herself and Asia from more attacks, but was almost knocked over by Xenovia sliding into her, while she held up Durandal to protect herself from attacks that were coming her way as well. Roxas' blue-haired Knight shouted an apology to her fellow peerage members as Rias let her shield down, in order to throw attacks back at her opponents, but Xenovia, as she cleaved a massive chunk out of the nearest OSF Devil with Durandal, which was enough to kill the terrorist, she found herself lifted into the air without her control, and tossed aside.
She could barely yell out to Rias and Asia before she crashed into a tree, and moved no more. Rias and Asia heard the crash, however, and turned, in unison, to see-
"Diodora!" Rias shouted, having heard about the Astaroth Heir's attempts to take Asia from her nephew. Roxas' enhanced Bishop gathered up some of her Power of Destruction to throw at Diodora, who just spread his six Devil wings, leapt into the air to dodge it, and landed down on the ground, conjuring a pair of knives out of demonic energy and swinging them at Rias from close range.
"Get back, Asia!" Rias shouted, snapping her fingers and raising a wall of rock from the ground, which Diodora's knives got stuck inside as he swung them at it.
As Diodora tried to pull the knives out, cursing loudly, Rias fired a ball of her Power of Destruction at the wall of rock, blowing it up in one shot and sending the fragments everywhere. Some of them even hit Diodora, cutting his face and clothes.
Growling, Diodora dropped his knives and glared at Rias, bleeding from most of his body.
"You dare strike me, former Gremory!" he shouted. "I'll kill you for that! Right before I take my beloved Asia away from her filthy King, and show her what life under a REAL DEVIL will be like!"
"Come and try, Diodora!" Rias shouted, firing several balls of Holy Destruction at Diodora so quickly that he could barely get a barrier in the way of her attacks. "And if you're a supposed 'real Devil', then I'm happy to have jumped ship and joined Roxas' growing group!" She proceeded to spread her eight white Devil wings and fly towards Diodora, swinging a Destruction-enhanced punch.
However, Diodora merely ducked under Rias' punch, kicked the former Gremory Heiress in the stomach, sending her up into the air before she fell down to the ground, and flew towards the undefended Asia, hoping to hit her with an attack that would knock her out. Asia squeaked in fear, and activated a shield around herself that Diodora crashed into, causing him to yell out in pain.
"ASIA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he shouted out, creating several weapons with demonic energy and throwing them against Asia's barrier, of which they all bounced off. "CAN'T YOU SEE THAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH ME?!"
"I'm pretty sure she can't see that through the fact that you wouldn't be able to break her in the way you're doubtlessly hoping you'll be able to!" Rias shouted before Asia could reply, as she got up while clutching her stomach. "Roxas would be able to do it way better than you ever could, without even trying!"
Diodora's face became even more of an ugly snarl than it was before as Rias fired another ball of her Power of Holy Destruction at him, which he dodged out of the way of, leaving the attack to hit Asia's defensive barrier and destroying it in one go.
Rias screamed in fear as she realised what she had just done, and Diodora gave a loud shout of victory as he flew towards Asia, preparing to take her. However, before Asia could put together another defensive barrier, a magic-circle opened in front of her without her knowledge, which Raigeki came flying out of it and swung at Diodora.
Asia's Sprite Dragon of a familiar (which had grown to the point that it was about half of Asia's height now) clawed Diodora across the stomach, leaving three long, deep scratches that bled profusely. Diodora screeched in agony as he was sent flying backwards by the force of the attack, his blood flying behind him as it left his body.
"YOU FILTHY DRAGON!" he screamed at Raigeki. "YOU TRY AND GET IN THE WAY OF A NOBLE DEVIL'S BUSINESS?!"
Raigeki gave a loud screech, by way of reply, as he flew towards Diodora so quickly that Asia, Rias and Diodora all saw him as a blur, rather than a Dragon. He crashed into Diodora, holding his head down like a bull, sending him backwards still further, before opening his mouth and sending a large bolt of blue lightning out of it, which hit the green-haired High-Class Devil in the face, knocking him down.
While he was down, Raigeki flew into the air, taking in a large breath of air into his lungs, before flying down to Diodora and expelling all of that breath in the form of fire, alongside the lightning that he inherited from his father Cerauno, in the form of plasma that vaporized a large amount of the left side of his body, leaving his blood to just spill out all over the ground, right before Rias' and Asia's eyes.
Diodora could only whimper from the pain as Raigeki landed in front of him, growling with a tone that could only say one thing: That he was dead meat.
"W-wait!" Diodora cried to Raigeki. "I give up, p-please sp-!"
Raigeki interrupted Diodora's pleas for mercy by leaning down and chomping his head right off, just as Xenovia came to, groaning slightly.
"Urrgh..." she muttered, sitting up and picking up Durandal as she shakily got to her feet. "Did I miss anything?"
"Y-yeah, a bit." Rias replied, looking at the slightly mangled, headless corpse of Diodora Astaroth as Raigeki messily began to chomp up his right arm, clothes, bones and all. "You might have."
"It sure looks like I did." the sound of Achilles Astaroth's voice was heard above the three Nephalem, as he descended to the ground on his own Devil wings. Ignoring the sight of Diodora's remains being eaten by Raigeki (but mentally thanking the lizard for offing his scumbag half-brother), he turned to Rias. "Hello Rias. You've certainly changed a good bit."
"It comes with the territory of my nephew having rubbed off on me a bit." Rias replied, nodding to Achilles (who snorted slightly) in greeting.
"More like a lot." Achilles remarked, but shrugged. "Anyway. Any of you happen to have seen a little girl around here?" he gestured to around his waist. "Around this tall, black hair, Goth Lolita outfit, scary levels of Dragonic aura?"
"Not that I recall, no." Rias replied, turning to Xenovia and Asia. "Did either of you?"
Asia shook her head.
"No, I haven't." Xenovia replied, turning to Achilles. "Why?"
"Hm." Achilles shrugged. "I did, just after I got teleported in here. She was muttering something about Roxas. Wants to 'keep an eye on him', she said. Her words, not mine."
"I see." Rias replied. "Well, I'll keep an eye out."
"'Kay." Achilles replied, stretching and drawing his spear, before unfurling his Devil wings and taking to the air again.
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Her eyes blazing red with anger, Yang Branwen punched the stomach of an Old Satan Faction Devil, and fired a shot from her weapon, Ember Celica, which were a pair of gauntlets that also acted as arm guards with a golden colour. There were also a pair of silver-ish grey barrels concealed in the front of each of Yang's gauntlets, which fired shots of Dragonic energy with every punch she threw.
The force of her punch, combined with the dragonic energy fired from her gauntlet, was enough to blow out the entirety of the stomach of the Devil she was attacking, and they fell to the ground in front of her, dead.
Her crimson eyes focused on a point several hundred yards away, where her mother was lying in the aftermath of the beginning of the Old Satan Faction's attack, Yang prepared to make a mad dash for her mother, and was prepared to blow the stomachs, or the heads, or something much more important, off of any damn Devil that got in her way.
But before she could get very far, and had only pummelled two OSF Devils to death and was starting on a third, she saw a bullet of demonic energy flying through the head of the Devil she was punching. She looked towards where the bullet came from, and saw her little cousin Ruby dashing towards her, wielding her trusty scythe/sniper-rifle hybrid weapon, Crescent Rose in one hand, and her other hand was outstretched towards Yang.
"Come on!" Ruby called out to her older cousin. "We can get to her together faster if I take us!"
Yang, understanding what Ruby was saying, nodded and grabbed Ruby's hand. Ruby nodded back, and the two of them formed into clusters of rose-petals (with Ruby forming as a red cluster, and Yang as a yellow one), before beginning to dash through the crowds of OSF Devils, easily out-manoeuvring any attacks that were fired at them by the Old Satan Faction Devils.
Ruby and Yang made it to Raven within barely a dozen seconds, and when they jumped out of Ruby's Semblance (which she had nicknamed Rapid Roses), they saw Qrow kneeling over Raven's body (which had a pretty large hole in it, around her stomach area). Qrow looked up at the sight of his daughter and niece rushing towards him and Raven.
"H-hey girls." Qrow greeted Ruby and Yang in a shaky tone. "Help me get Raven out of here." As Ruby dashed towards him and did her best to hoist Raven up, a trio of Old Satan Faction Devils landed in front of the four of them, noticed Yang, and dashed towards her.
"That's the daughter of the Branwen Head, right?" the one in the middle asked.
"It sure looks like her to me." the one on the right replied. "She's a pretty one. Could be useful, too."
"No thanks." Yang replied, getting into a battle stance and fired shots of Dragonic energy at the OSF Devils, keeping them at bay as Ruby and Qrow lifted the unconscious Raven up. "I'd at least prefer if you took me out to dinner first. Though the fact that you're terrorists is a bit of a turn-off."
"Feisty little bitch." the middle OSF Devil muttered, jumping toward Yang with his arm stretched out, but Yang just ducked under his reaching for her chest, and performed a harsh uppercut that didn't quite blow away the Devil's chest, but might as well have done it, judging by how the Devil flew up into the air, landed on the ground with a sickeningly loud CRACK, and moved no more.
The Devil on the left gave a yell of horror at his comrade being felled in one shot by a Devil/Dragon Hybrid that, by appearances alone, couldn't have been anything above 19 (though in reality, Yang was over ten times as old as that), and rushed towards Yang, gathering demonic power in his hands.
But before he could reach Yang, and before Yang could prepare to punch him, a large wolf, created purely out of water, jumped into sight and tackled the OSF Devil, landing on the ground with him in its claws with such force that one of the many terrorist Devils was knocked out. Yang looked to where the water-wolf had come from, and saw Sona Sitri standing there, her hand outstretched.
"Thanks." Yang smiled at Sona, who merely adjusted her glasses.
"No problem." she replied. "We're all allies against the Old Satan Faction, aren't we?"
"Sure are." Yang replied, as she fired four shots of Dragonic energy into the ground, using the force of those shots to propel herself into the air, perform a spinning kick on the single remaining OSF Devil, and land next to Sona just in time to fire a shot of energy at the nearest OSF Devil, blowing a portion of his head off and sending him flying away, spewing blood from his head wound. Blood that landed on Sona's school uniform, causing her to recoil slightly, which Yang noticed.
"I thought you had something else aside from that uniform to fight in, Sona!" she remarked, as Sona swung arms in diagonal motions to create scythe-like blades of water that flew towards the OSF Devils that approached her. "I know you're proud of Kuoh Academy and all, but I thought Rias was the Japanophile out of the pair of you!"
Sona opened her mouth to respond to Yang's snarky remark, but her response died in her throat as she saw a spear of demonic energy, thrown by an Old Satan Faction Devil approximately twenty metres behind her and Yang, flying towards the pair of them.
Basic survival instincts kicked in, causing Sona to dive out of the way of the attack, but at the cost of leaving Yang defenceless from the demonic spear, which flew... straight into her abdomen.
Yang gasped in shock and pain as she saw the spear come out the other side of her body, fully impaling her. Ruby and Qrow, who were just about to carry Raven through a transportation-circle, turned around and stared in shock as well, at their cousin/niece being impaled right in front of them.
The spear then disintegrated as Yang stumbled towards Ruby and Qrow, before she fell to her knees. She then fell to her knees, her eyes starting to roll back slightly before she slumped to the ground and moved no more.
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Durandal Replica in hand after he'd made sure that Gabriel was out of the Underworld safely, Vasco Strada cleaved through seven Old Satan Faction Devils with a single swing, and turned around to slash at three more that were coming at him. The elderly Exorcist looked up and saw a large magical attack flying his way, fired by a young-looking OSF Devil.
Though the attack was large, and approaching fast with a lot of radiant energy pouring off of it, it took barely a look for Vasco to see a major flaw in the attack. He swung through the ball of energy with the Durandal Replica, easily cutting through it, and sending out a huge wave of Holy energy that cut through the Devil that fired the attack, in turn.
After storing the Durandal Replica in a pocket-dimension, Vasco began to run up the large hill in front of him, dispatching Old Satan Faction Devils left and right as he did so, with a particular axe-kick that he performed on a burly, lion-like Devil causing the earth beneath him to crack slightly. When he reached the top of the hill and looked over it, Vasco's chestnut-coloured eyes widened as he saw what was going on.
At the bottom of the hill, away from the rest of the battlefield, there were six Devils gathered. A green-haired one looking to be the leader of them, as he was directing the other five to carve a large magical rune into the ground. Vasco couldn't quite tell what the purpose of the rune was just from looking at it, but he deduced that it had something to do with summoning.
"Hey, boss!" one of the six Devils spoke to the green-haired Devils, confirming Vasco's suspicions that he was the leader of them. "We're done. All we need now is the blood." Vasco took note of five holes in the ground, created at regular intervals around the outer circle of the magical rune. He closed his eyes momentarily. He knew what was coming, even if the greenette's five subordinates didn't.
"That we do." the green-haired Devil replied, walking casually towards the middle of the large magical rune that his subordinates had carved into the ground. "Good thing I have five sources of blood right in front of me."
"Wait, wha-?!" one of the Devils cried out. Those were the last words he ever uttered, as the green-haired Devil activated spells that blew up the heads of his five subordinates with a snap of his fingers, causing blood to spew everywhere. As the headless corpses of the five OSF Devils fell to the ground around the green-haired Devil, blood began flowing in the grooves of the large rune that had been carved.
The blood slowly poured into the five holes that had been created, and began to fill up as the green-haired Devil planted his hands into the ground, causing the rune to glow crimson, and began speaking in a low tone as he created a knife out of demonic energy, and began to slit his wrists.
"O Mundus, God of True Darkness and Emperor of Malebolge. Monarch of the Demons and Overlord of Corruption and Death. Please lend me your sovereign Demon power so that I may rule this Underworld in your name!"
Vasco drew the Durandal Replica and dashed down the hill towards the green-haired Devil right as he uttered the words Overlord of Corruption and Death', but it was already too late. Not even ten seconds had passed since Vasco had started running, and the blood that had flowed into the carved-out magical rune began to change colour from crimson to gold.
The green-haired Devil began to laugh maniacally as the blood (now entirely gold) from his subordinates seemed to travel through the ground like a dolphin through water, and began to enter his body through where he had slit his wrists. As soon as the golden blood entered him, he began to change, before Vasco's eyes.
The green-haired Devil grew in size, reaching a height of almost fifteen feet, with his body's width changing to fit that. His green hair, which was in a crew-cut, grew as well until it hung, unkempt and messy, at his shoulders. His teeth elongated until they became more like gigantic fangs than regular teeth, but the biggest changes came at his middle.
Vasco widened his eyes as what seemed like another mouth began making itself known, around the Devil's (he wasn't even sure if he could call that a Devil anymore) stomach, alongside two extra pairs of arms, making six.
As well as this, the regular Demonic aura that Vasco could sense coming from every Devil (as well as Devil Hybrids, such as Roxas and Valian), though it came from this being, seemed much more... primal, and animalistic, than the more controlled aura that exuded from the more regular Devils.
This was no Devil. This was a Demon.
Vasco leapt into the air as the Demon gave deafening roars, from both of its mouths, and swung his sword at it, beginning the fight of his life.
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Shyelin Beelzebub swung her hand toward several Devils that attempted to combat her, and a number of large demonic wasps appeared in front of her in order to protect her from her opponents. As they began battling the Devils, the granddaughter of Beelzebub himself turned around to Catora, who neutralised a Devil by kicking him so hard in the nether regions that it would be a wonder if he ever got them to work again.
"You holding up all right over there, Catora?" Shyelin asked, as out of the corner of her eye, she saw her pet demonic wasps sucking all the life energy out of the Devils that made the mistake of flying towards her, killing them all.
"I'm good." Catora replied. "Haven't seen Roxas though."
"Me neither." Shyelin remarked. "I'm sure he'll be here though. So we can subdue and use him to make unstoppable armies for us."
"And for our pleasure." Catora added, a rather lustful look coming across her face, which Shyelin sighed at.
"Yeah, yeah. More like for your plea-" Shyelin was sent flying by a murderously strong punch thrown right at her face that she didn't even see coming. Once she had flipped over a couple of times before righting herself, she saw Roxas Gremory, silver hair flying around his face and positively glowing with his Power of Twilight.
"Don't you know that it's rude to hit a girl, Roxas Lucifer?" Shyelin asked, a smile coming across her face that the target of the Old Satan Faction had come to her, their leader.
"And being terrorist cunts isn't?" Roxas retorted, conjuring a spear of Twilight in one hand, and summoning Clarent Galatine in the other. "I say it's fair game."
Before Shyelin could bite back a retort, Roxas threw the Twilight spear at Shyelin, which she barely managed to dodge, before conjuring a large wave of lava and throwing that at him. On the other side, Catora created a large war hammer out of demonic energy, and swung it at Roxas from behind, but missed.
Roxas felt the hammer going over his head, however, and turned around, grabbing the weapon as Catora swung it again. After focusing a little Holy energy into it, breaking the hammer, he swung Clarent Galatine at Catora's neck, but the Asmodeus descendent leaned back far enough for Roxas' blade to miss ending her life by millimetres.
As Catora flipped over in mid-air, conjuring up a magic-circle to fire a laser of demonic energy at Roxas, he whipped out the Vindicator and fired it at said magic-circle that Catora had conjured up, destroying it in a single shot.
Even Roxas had to widen his eyes in slight shock at the power of the handgun Raven had crafted for him.
"Fuck me." he muttered. "This thing's got some sting." He looked at Catora and grinned, as he fired upon her again. Catora flew backwards several yards to get away from the trio of thaumatium bullets that whizzed towards her, and mostly succeeded in this, though one of the bullets grazed her cheek, leaving a trail of blood to travel down her face. She growled at Roxas, and swung at him again, but missed.
"No you don't." Roxas smirked, flipping over in mid-air as Catora tried to punch him again. "Nuh-uh." he added, while Catora swung a kick at him. "And... nope!" he grinned as he swung Clarent Galatine in a wide arc at the demonic wasps that Shyelin sent flying his way, killing them all in a single stroke. "You trying to kidnap me like Katerea tried to do a few months ago? Because I don't care even if there's two of you, you're still going to fail."
"No, we won't!" Shyelin shouted, throwing a punch of her own at Roxas, and hardly flinching when she received one from him to the stomach in return. "We'll make you see sense, bring you back to where you belong, and you'll help us make armies that will bring the rule of the Underworld back to where it belongs! With the blood of the Royal Devils!"
"Uh-huh." Roxas replied, flying back a few feet and conjuring up a barrier between himself, Catora and Shyelin, as he thought of something else to say. "Though I'm not sure that those 'Royal Devils' you speak of would be too pleased with their hot granddaughters fighting against a descendent of Lucifer himself. Never mind the fact that what you're hoping to do will only tear the Underworld apart."
"Shut up!" Catora shouted, conjuring up several lasers of demonic energy and firing them all at Roxas' barrier, which only cracked slightly. The cracks were repaired within seconds. "What kind of descendent of Lucifer are you, anyway? Fraternising with Fallen Angels, Humans, and Angels, even BECOMING half-Angel yourself! I bet you've just relied on it to win every battle you've ever faced, you traitor!"
"To be fair, me becoming half-Angel wasn't my doing, it was my girlfriend's." Roxas countered, calmly, as he let down the barrier. "But if you want me to beat you by just using my Devil side-" he shrugged, sheathed Clarent Galatine and the Vindicator, and conjured up two swords, one in each hand, made out of the pitch-black Primordial Power of Darkness.
Roxas mockingly pointed one of them at Catora, and made the 'come on!' gesture.
"Then I'd be happy to."
Roxas flew towards Catora, who conjured up a sword of demonic energy herself, and swung his left sword at her, which clashed with her own. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shyelin coming at him with a sword of her own, which he raised his right sword to block. The three of them struggled in mid-air for a second, before Roxas went on the offensive again, focusing on Catora.
The two of them clashed several times in the space of a couple of seconds before Catora swung her sword in a downward strike to try and bisect Roxas, but Roxas blocked it and simply countered with a few quick, precise strikes, followed up by three quick attempts to stab Catora in the chest, the first two of which Catora dodged and the third of which she deflected away with her sword.
She went on the attack, spinning in mid-air and throwing everything she had into every sword-swing, which (though the swords were made out of pure energy) created sparks with every time the swords clashed. Roxas threw out a kick as she tried to attack back, but Catora reached out, grabbed his leg, pulled him in close to her to punch him in the face before throwing him down to the ground, and tried to impale him with her sword as she flew down towards him. However, Roxas rolled to the side just in the nick of time, got back to his feet, and rushed towards Catora again, who recreated her war hammer from before.
The two of them had barely fought on the ground for all of five seconds before Shyelin descended to the ground as well, almost catching Roxas off-guard with how close to him she landed. Pulling out a spear made of demonic energy, Shyelin joined Catora in fiercely battling Roxas, the pair of them doing their damn hardest to keep him on the defensive, though Roxas was putting up a major fight of his own with his two Darkness-constructed swords.
"Come on!" Roxas smirked. "You're not gonna go down as easily as Katerea did, are you? Though I'd be okay with it if you did, since she makes for a sweet maid. And a lovely cock-sleeve, too."
Catora growled as Roxas continued talking, her desire to make Roxas shut up becoming ever-stronger as she threw a punch at him, which he dodged.
"In all fairness, though." he added, grabbing Catora's arm and using it to swing her into Shyelin, knocking the pair of them off balance as he rushed at the pair of them. "I'd be perfectly cool with you joining her. Means I'd be two steps closer to having the full set of female descendants of the four Satans under my thumb. Which would be awesome for anyone, since every single one of them is a knockout beaut-"
"Shut up, SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Catora screamed, as she and Shyelin joined forces in creating a single magic-circle that fired a huge laser of demonic energy at Roxas, who, purely by reflex, summoned Clarent Galatine and swung it at the giant laser in front of him, cutting through and destroying it.
"Huh." Roxas smirked, as he rested his sword on his shoulders behind his head as he looked at Shyelin and Catora. "Nice little trick you got there. I don't think I'd be able to block that with just my demonic powers alone." He got into another combat position and readied his sword. "Want to keep going, or have you given up already?"
However, Catora and Shyelin ignored Roxas and turned around toward the sound of two exceptionally loud roars coming from a few hundred yards southeast of where they were.
"The fuck is that about?" Shyelin asked, turning to Catora. "Wait... Catora?" Her second cousin's violet eyes were wide, and sweat was beginning to form on Catora's face as she looked at something, something extremely large, making itself known close to where the earlier roars were coming from, and a couple of seconds later, Shyelin had seen what was roaring too. And she was having a similar reaction to Catora.
"The hell. Are you doing?" Roxas blinked, hesitating for a second, given the two Old Satan Faction women's weird reactions. He was too focused on them to notice the Demon.
Catora and Shyelin ignored him, and looked at each other.
"You didn't give Batibat the go-ahead to perform that ritual, did you?" Catora asked. "Because I didn't."
"I didn't either!" Shyelin replied, her voice raising slightly for a second. "It was too dangerous! We went through that before Katerea turned traitor!"
Catora blinked, and spread her ten Devil wings before beginning to take to the air. Shyelin followed suit, and the two of them flew as fast as they could across the battlefield towards the enormous demon, which was tearing up all in its path.
"HEY!" Roxas yelled, spreading his own wings and taking off after them, annoyed that they would just leave him like that (it was usually him that left the women, not the other way around). "I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!"
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Far away from the Underworld, in the human world, or more specifically, in London, the capital city of the United Kingdom, there was a rather run-down looking shop in one of the poorer regions of the city, a shop that housed the business of a couple of particularly special handymen (or rather, one handyman and one handywoman).
The shop was a large, standalone building with an arched roof over the porch and a double-door. What could be seen on the inside was a square-shaped room that resembled a studio more than a shop, with a wooden floor and plaster walls with wooden panels on the bottom part.
When one came in from the entrance, there was a set of simple stairs on the left, leading to a narrow landing. Underneath the landing was a white fridge, a couple of couches and a large set of expensive-looking speakers. On the left side as well was a pool-table. On the right side of the room, in the corner, was an antique jukebox, and next to it a set of drums and an electric guitar (to be specific, an Ibanez Artcore AF75 electric guitar).
In the front was a large, antique desk with a chair (with someone sitting in it, munching on a slice of pizza), and on it was a photo of a pretty-looking blonde woman, an old rotary phone, and an odd-looking contraption that stood, silent and still, close to the phone. On each side of the desk were doors, which led into other parts of the shop.
The person who was sitting at the desk munching on pizza was a man with short white hair that hung down to around his eyebrows, and icy-blue eyes. His most striking feature of clothing was a long, red, two-tailed coat. The coat was short-sleeved, with numerous gold-coloured studs decorating the shoulders, collar and chest, and a single zipper on the front (though it was left unzipped).
If one were to guess his age by appearances alone, they would likely put the man at around his late-twenties to early-thirties. Along with his red coat, he wore red pants, yet they were almost completely covered, sans his crotch and butt, by long, black leather motorcycle chaps featuring a brown, cowboy-boot design around his ankles. He wore black, loafer-looking boots, black gloves exposing his knuckles and index finger on each hand. His pants were wrapped with a black belt featuring a silver emblem decorated with a demonic skull.
Underneath the coat, the man wore a black, zipped-up undershirt with three clasps closed together with ornate, golden buckles, and medium-length sleeved that could be seen passing his shoulders. The undershirt was also zipped up just below his neck, and featured and upturned collar with complimented the one on his coat.
As the man reached for his final slice of pizza, he saw, out of the corner of his eyes, the machine on his desk began vibrating, and making noises. The man's eyes focused on the machine, quickly receiving a message from it of what he wanted to know.
Before the man could stand up, he heard the left door opening and closing, and someone stepping out, a woman this time. A woman that looked eerily similar to the one in the picture on the man's desk. The woman had lengthy blonde hair, blue eyes and a very fair complexion. By way of attire, all she had on was a towel that was wrapped around her waist in order to cover her modesty.
"Dante!" The woman called to him, sounding annoyed. "The water's stopped running again. Right in the middle of my shower too!" she noticed the machine on Dante's desk vibrating and whirring. "Oh, so that machine you blew the last of our money on finally decided to work?"
"I can see that, Trish." Dante replied to his Devil-hunting partner, as he sat up, setting the box of pizza aside. "And yeah, it's working alright." he stood up, and began walking to the door of the shop that he and Trish inhabited. "I'm going to the Underworld. You're in charge of the shop until I get back."
"What?" Trish blinked, almost dropping the towel that she held around her body. However, she didn't get an answer.
"Later, Trish!" Dante called, walking out of the door of his and Trish's shop, leaving the blonde Devil standing almost-naked in the shop. Trish sighed, deciding 'fuck it', and dropped the towel as she summoned her outfit, which consisted of black leather pants, high-heeled boots, a corset, double belts, a choker and some kind of wrist accessory.
Deciding to pass the time, as it wasn't likely that anyone was gonna come to their shop to look for a job, Trish sat down at the chair that Dante had been occupying a couple of minutes ago, and reached down to pick up a magazine and start reading, smiling slightly at the sight of Roxas Gremory's handsome face on one of the pages.
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Vasco muttered a prayer to God to grant him the strength to win the present battle as he leapt over one of the enormous arms that the Demon swung at him. The arm missed him by inches and clawed a large chunk out of the ground, though Vasco landed safely, and rolled backwards as the Demon tried to step on him with its enormous, muscly leg.
Vasco raised up the Durandal Replica and blocked a punch that came in from the huge Demon, that came at him with such force that it forced him to slide back on the ground he stood on. His age didn't stop the man known as Mr. Durandal from leaping forward and swinging his sword at the leg of the giant Demon in front of him, which caused it to roar out in pain, from both of its mouths.
It kicked out at Vasco with its bleeding leg (the white-haired Exorcist noticed that the blood of the Demon was a mixture of crimson and gold. It was like if someone had mixed two colours of paints together, but had done an extremely half-assed job of it), and Vasco could barely get the Durandal Replica in between himself and the leg to not take the full force of the attack. If he had failed to do so, he would easily have been knocked out, or worse, killed.
Vasco landed on the ground and rolled over a few times, looking up at the Demon that stomped towards him, roaring at him in an attempt to intimidate him into running away. Though the Demon must have been sorely mistaken if all it thought it would take to get Vasco Strada, the man who'd survived being trained by Roxas Gremory, the man who had defeated and cornered Kokabiel, a SATAN-CLASS Fallen Angel during the Second World War, and the man who, despite being an incredibly elderly human (having rejected both Uriel and Raphael's attempts to reincarnate him as an Angel), was considered one of the strongest beings under the banner of the Christian Pantheon, to run away.
Panting heavily, Vasco raised Durandal up high, and swung it down, releasing an enormous wave of Holy energy from the blue blade that rushed forward and hit the Demon on its right side, cutting off two of its three arms on that side. In his younger days, Vasco would have recovered from performing an extra-powerful attack like that, no problem, and jumped away from the Demon's arm as it reached towards him, but he was not in his younger days, and only realised that he'd been grabbed by the Demon that he had been fighting for the past ten minutes... when the Demon that he'd been fighting for the past ten minutes grabbed him around the chest, and lifted him up into the air.
Vasco wriggled and struggled as best he could, trying as hard as he could to break free from the Demon's vice-like grip. By way of extreme good fortune, the enormous exorcist managed to pull his arm (which was still miraculously holding onto the Durandal Replica) free of the Demon's grasp, and began hacking at the Demon's wrist with it, deciding that death most certainly WASN'T on his agenda today.
As the sight of the Demon's lower mouth came closer and closer, Vasco hacked harder and harder, until finally he got through the Demon's wrist, and it loosened its grip, allowing him to escape and fall to the ground. Ignoring the fact that the Demon seemed to have squeezed him so hard that it had opened up several old wounds on Vasco's body (some of them over fifty years old), causing blood to start pouring out of him, the Exorcist jumped backwards and looked up at his monstrous opponent, the two lower-right arms of which were slowly regrowing.
"Damnit." Vasco muttered, staring down the glowing emerald eyes of the Demon as it slowly approached him. "I'll have to go for the head, then!" He then took a running leap at the Demon, jumping far higher than any known Human alive today that wasn't named Steve Rodgers could be expected to be able to jump, and thrust the Durandal Replica towards the Demon's head, trying to penetrate its thick hide.
However, it was not to be. Vasco wasn't as lucky as he was the first time he got super up-close-and-personal with the Demon, as it raised one of its newly-regenerated arms and caught the Durandal Replica in its hand, taking it like one would if one had just been almost impaled through the hand with a poisonous spike. It roared in pain and swung its hand at Vasco, catching his entire body with his open palm and sending him flying away, where he landed on the ground, bounced a couple of times, rolled for a few feet, and then stopped.
Vasco could barely move a muscle as he lay on the ground, several dozen feet away from the enormous Demon as it stomped towards him, giving a guttural, yet triumphant, laugh that it had beaten the annoying little Human in a battle. Vasco was certain that his legs had been completely destroyed by how he had landed, and neither of his arms felt much better. And that wasn't to say anything of the splitting pain he felt in his elderly head.
All he could hear were the slow, loud steps of the Demon as it moved towards him, and all he could see was the Rating Game dimension around him, along with three figures approaching him and the Demon. Two of which he didn't recognise, but one of them, even in his delirious, near-death state, he recognised as his teacher, mentor, and in all honesty, first friend, Roxas Gremory.
"Roxas..." Vasco whispered, as he felt himself slipping away, alongside the blood leaving his body at a rapid pace. His half-destroyed, mostly-mangled body was lifted up by the Demon towards its lower mouth, as his brown eyes focused on Roxas, quite sure that, as much as he wanted to live for at least one more day, he would be the last thing he ever saw. "Thank you... for everything."
The ninety-one-year-old Exorcist then finally passed out from blood loss, allowing his unconscious self to miss the pain of the Demon biting off his lower half, which was enough to do what hundreds of World War 2 soldiers, potentially thousands, maybe TENS of thousands of Stray Devils, Kokabiel, and many, many more beings that had met the business end of Mr. Durandal's blade had failed to accomplish.
Vasco Strada... was dead.
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