Disclaimer: I do not own Owari no Seraph (Seraph of the End). I write this for your enjoyment only. This story is an alternate version of the Nagoya arc with differences from the original; please refer to the footnotes at the end. Once again, I would like to thank my beta reader, ResidentialPsycho, for her help in making this fic possible. Enjoy and please review!

Chapter 17: His Grace, Lord Lucal Wesker

Yuichiro stretched out her arms and released a soft yawn before turning to her squad leader for instructions on their latest mission.

"So how much longer do we have to wait, Shinoa? I'd like to get this over with and be home in time for dinner and a bath," she said coolly, trying to imitate Guren's confident mannerisms even when presented with a potentially hazardous mission from which he may not return alive.

The purple-haired girl reached into her uniform and took out her gold-toned pocket watch with the crest of the Hiragi family, the same one she had used to gain entry into the laboratory beneath the Shinjuku branch of JIDA Headquarters. After taking a brief glance at the watch, Shinoa answered.

"We have about ten minutes before the start of the Vampire Noble Extermination Mission."

"Ten minutes, huh?" Yuichiro sighed as she closed her eyes and looked towards the ceiling of the building where Narumi had ordered the three squads to meet. "Is there any way we can get a head start?"

To that, Satoshi rolled his eyes and gave the ravenette a skeptical look.

"What's the rush, Miss Hyakuya? Are you really in such a hurry to die?"

Yuichiro snorted. "Who said anything about dying, Sato? Its not like I've never faced a noble before."

"True, but that doesn't mean you should start taking them lightly now."

"I never take my enemies lightly."

"Oh really? You could've fooled me."

Not wanting Yuichiro and Satoshi to start an argument when they were about to start an important mission, Shinoa cleared her throat.

"That's enough, you two. We only have ten minutes to go over our strategy before the mission begins so I think its best not to waste them bickering."

Before Yuichiro could reply, both squads heard a stern male voice cut in.

"That's right. Since Lieutenant Colonel Ichinose put me in charge of both your squads, I'm going to need all of you to be a bit more cooperative with each other as well as with me," Narumi said as he approached with his own squad before turning to Yuichiro and gave her a good-natured smirk. "That is, if you want to go home alive and in time for your dinner and bath, Miss Hyakuya."

Instead of taking offense, Yuichiro returned the older man's smirk.

"Of course, Narumi-san. If you will, could you please do the honors of filling us in on the details? I think I heard Guren mention that noble's name earlier. It had a British ring to it: Lucal Wesker, I believe?"

The brunet sergeant blinked in surprise at the younger girl's response.

"Yes, that's right. I'm impressed you were even able to remember his name, let alone pronounce it perfectly. Even the other soldiers back at the base had a hard time with that."

Yuichiro brushed off her superior's praise with a wave of her hand.

"I used to watch a lot of western TV programs as a child, American and European, so I picked up bits and pieces of their languages here and there. Anyway, please tell us more about His Grace, Lord Wesker." *1*

"Lord Wesker, Miss Hyakuya? Do you normally address your enemies so formally?" Narumi asked curiously.

Asides from being a prodigy with the sword, the brunet sergeant also found Yuichiro oddly intelligent, refined, and polite for someone her age; she was even familiar with how European nobles were addressed by commoners in centuries past. All that considered, Narumi could now see why Guren took such pride in her.

Yuichiro shrugged her shoulders. "I don't see why not," she answered simply. "Even enemies can show respect, right?" *2*

"If you're referring to human enemies, then yes, I'd agree with you. But the vampires are something else, particularly the nobles who look down on us like insects. Anyway, 'Lord' Wesker, as you call him, is a fifteenth progenitor and the target we have been ordered to eliminate."

"I see… will that be all, sir?" Yuichiro asked while trying not to notice the curious (and somewhat suspicious) looks Narumi's squad mates were giving her. The ravenette had no doubt they were dumb-founded by her skillful etiquette as well as quaint way of talking, something even Guren had difficulty with considering that he often spoke to others in a crass manner. Especially when he was short on patience. *3*

If they had time, Narumi would have asked Yuichiro if she went to a European finishing school but since he didn't, he simply answered her question. *4*

"Yes… at least for now until we receive our next order from your guardian."

"I understand."

"Good," Narumi said before turning to the rest of Shinoa and Satoshi's squads. "In 1400 hours, the Moon Demon Company under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Ichinose, will conduct a simultaneous attack against eight vampire nobles currently residing in Nagoya. Our part is to eliminate Lucal Wesker, a fifteenth progenitor. In the event that we fail to destroy him, we must prevent Wesker from joining with the other nobles to the best of our ability. That is, until Guren Ichinose's squad eliminates Nineteenth Progenitor, Mel Stefano, and comes to reinforce us. Before we begin, let me make it clear one more time that I will be expecting all of you to follow my orders to the last letter. And that means NO screwing around, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the two squads, including Yuichiro herself, answered in unison.

Relieved that he had secured the cooperation of the junior squads under his command, Narumi turned to Shusaku and nodded his approval for the other man to continue the briefing.

As if on cue, the raven-haired man cleared this throat before picking up where his squad leader left off.

"All and all, there are actually ten vampire nobles residing in Nagoya as of this moment. The objective of our simultaneous attack is to eliminate at least eight out of the ten within fifteen minutes or less. Each targeted noble is to be eliminated by three MDC squads working together with the exception of the Guren Ichinose squad who will be targeting Mel Stefano on their own."

At the older man's revelation, Risa found her brow furrowing in slight worry for Guren and his squad. Raising her hand, the young brunette girl humbly voiced her concern before Riku could stop her.

"Umm, do you think the lieutenant colonel and his squad will be alright? I mean, Stefano may be weaker than Wesker, but at least we have three squads to take down our target while they have only one."

Before Shusaku could tell Risa to just worry about their orders, Satoshi spoke up.

"Please accept my apologies on my subordinate's behalf, Shusaku-san. I'm sure Risa meant no disrespect; she's just concerned for our superior, that's all."

"It's all right, Satoshi," Narumi replied as he raised his hand in a silent request for Shusaku to let him speak before turning to Risa. "I understand you're concerned for the lieutenant colonel, but I wouldn't worry about him, Miss Harada. Guren Ichinose didn't become leader of the Moon Demon Company for nothing; he's fully capable of taking care of himself and his squad."

"Right," Shusaku added. "None of our squads are stationed very far apart anyway, so we can still come to their aid if we finish our part early and vice versa. However, we must prevent the nobles from coming together at all costs, or the entire company will be finished. We can't afford even the slightest mishap if we want to come home alive or victorious, as the lieutenant colonel put it."

"Well, staying alive is a bit of a requirement for coming home victorious, sir," Satoshi said with a touch of humor. "But we understand what you mean; both of our squads shall put forth our best efforts without fail. Right, Shinoa?"

"Yes, that's right, Satoshi," Shinoa answered before turning to face their subordinates in both squads. "We have two minutes, so get ready to take your curse stimulant pills. They should take ten seconds to take effect and last for fifteen minutes. Time it down to the second, so we bust out of here at 1400 hours sharp. Our target…"

"Is already here," Narumi finished. "According to our intel, he will be sitting on a bench at the center of the park plaza."

Rika crossed her arms and gave her squad leader a skeptical look.

"Are you sure, Makoto? How can you be so certain he's there now?"

Instead of being offended, Narumi smirked at his blonde subordinate. Like Shinoa, he considered his squad like family, so he tolerated being questioned by them from time to time.

"There's no need to worry that Wesker won't be there, Rika," he assured her. "The bastard comes to the park at approximately this time every day except on weekends. To my knowledge, he has never missed a single day, especially now that a gathering of nobles is about to take place. And to top it off, we also have the element of surprise on our side since Wesker has no idea we're here."

"Surprise is good," Kimizuki said while pushing his glasses up his nose. The pink-haired boy tried his best to maintain a neutral expression, but the relaxed look of his eyes exposed his relief. During a potentially lethal mission, every advantage they could get was vital to their survival. And, if he didn't survive, then his sister, Mirai, would no longer be able to receive treatment and would perish soon after him.

As if reading the pink-haired boy's mind, Narumi said:

"Relax, Kimizuki. As unbelievable as this may sound, we can win this and go home without casualties. Just remember what I said about working together and following my orders."

"That should be no problem, Narumi-san," Shinoa agreed before turning to Satoshi and nodding in the direction of their subordinates.

Taking the hint, Satoshi continued.

"Ok, its almost time, everyone. Have your pills ready, and we'll take them ten seconds before the mission starts. And please be precise because taking them too early or too late may hinder your performance and our chances of success. Timing is everything if we want this mission to succeed."

"Understood!" both squads answered with the exception of Yuichiro, who said nothing as she pulled out her own case of cursed stimulant pills and took a moment to look the green tablets she had not used since the Battle of Shinjuku.

Since everyone in her squad, including the normally chatty Shinoa, had avoided answering any questions she asked about the battle in Shinjuku, Yuu didn't know much about what happened. All she knew was that she took these pills and then woke up in the hospital without remembering anything in-between. While Yuichiro didn't know exactly what had happened, she suspected the drugs she took were involved. If possible, the ravenette would rather not take them again. However, if these dangerous drugs were vital for their mission, she would still take them to ensure the survival of herself and her comrades.

Yet somehow, Yuichiro could not shake off the strange feeling that she would not be able to die easily, even if she wanted. Trying not to think about that disturbing possibility, the ravenette briefly glanced outside a large broken glass window in the direction of a tall phone tower to the east and hoped that Yoichi and Takeshi, who went with Shinya earlier, would be alright.

SSSSSS

"Hey, Saotome, you alright? You look like you're about to have a heart attack," Takeshi said as he lowered his crossbow and eyed his fellow archer with concern.

Yoichi gripped his bow and nodded as he tried to even his breathing. Both he and Takeshi were leaning against a wall inside a broken phone tower, positioned behind their superior officer and new mentor, Major General Shinya Hiragi.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit nervous, is all. I really don't like high places." he answered. It wasn't completely untrue. Since he was a child, Yoichi Saotome had always felt uneasy with heights; even looking through windows from inside of tall buildings made him nervous. He felt even more so now that they were on the top floor of an open phone tower where the cold wind was blowing freely into his face.

Although Takeshi Saehara wasn't the brightest of people, even he could tell Yoichi wasn't telling the whole truth behind his nervousness.

"Whoa, you're not scared, are you? You know, our job is the safest since we snipe from a distance instead of engaging in direct combat like Satoshi, Yuu, and Kimizuki." the other boy assured him.

Yoichi shook his head fiercely. "I'm not scared!" he insisted. "I'm only worried about what will happen if we fail to hit our targets."

Before Takeshi could reply, they both heard Shinya cut in.

"Now, now, none of that," the older man gently reprimanded him without turning around. "We have two minutes left; I suggest both of you ready yourselves because we're only going to get one shot at hitting our target."

"You sound very sure of yourself, sir," Takeshi said. "By the way, aren't you uncomfortable in that position?" the brunet boy asked curiously as he watched Shinya, who was lying on this stomach just a few yards away from him and Yoichi. In addition to the less-than comfortable position, he was also holding his demon rifle without the aid of a tripod.

"Not at all," the older man answered. "I'm used to it. I'm sure your bows must have felt a bit awkward when you first started using them, no? I was the same way at first with my rifle but now aiming and shooting has become second nature to me, even without a tripod. Not to mention that our demons can also increase our stamina and reduce physical fatigue as I'm sure both of you have noticed by now."

"I see… but what if…"

"We won't", Shinya answered preemptively, easily predicting that Yoichi was going to ask about the consequences of failing their mission. "Failure isn't an option. If we fail, we die. That's all there is to it. And even if we miss our targets, our squad mates can back us up, so relax."

The younger sniper raised a brow and forgot his nervousness for a moment at his superior's words. In all honesty, telling him and Takeshi to relax was the last thing Yoichi had expected Shinya to say, especially when Guren had taught him and the rest of Shinoa's squad the opposite: to always be alert.

"Relax?" he asked curiously.

"Yes. This is the first time you boys have ever been on a sniping mission, right? Well, don't worry, Guren asked me to guide both of you through it. As long as you follow my instructions, there should be no problems."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, a good way to start would be to calm down, take a deep breath, and try to clear your thoughts. Then focus on the task at hand. As snipers, being cool and collected is essential if we are to successfully back up our allies on the ground and assist them in destroying the enemy. However, should things go south and we're forced to retreat, we must also be prepared to kill any of our allies who fail to escape before they can be captured and tortured."

At Shinya's words, the two boys found themselves staring at him with horrified expressions. How could he speak of such a thing so casually?

"Are you serious, sir?" Takeshi asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do we really have to?"

"I'm afraid so," Shinya answered grimly as his expression darkened slightly, even though neither of his pupils could see it. "Trust me, it's better than the alternative; we'd be doing them a favor."

As if their upcoming assignment wasn't nerve-wracking enough, the thought of possibly having to kill his own squad mates or other fellow soldiers made Yoichi hyperventilate.

"But…!"

"Calm down, Yoichi. We won't be doing anything like that unless its absolutely necessary" Shinya said gently but sternly. "What I can tell you is that people will definitely die if you don't learn to control your emotions. So, try not to think about it and start calling for your demons, both of you."

"Yes, sir…" Yoichi answered as he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and prepared to request the assistance of his demon while Takeshi followed suit.

Come out, Gekkouin, I need you… the brunet boy thought silently before cracking an eye open to see that his fellow archer was doing the same.

Miss Menou, please lend me your assistance… Takeshi silently requested to the demon in his mind, remembering that she valued and expected etiquette from her master.

After making sure that Gekkouin could hear him and was ready to come to his aid when needed, Yoichi managed a smile.

"Thank you, sir. That made me feel a lot better."

"Yeah, me too," Takeshi added.

"Good. I'm glad. It looks like we're just on time since our target has showed up," said Shinya, excitement glittering in his icy-blue eyes as he lowered his body to the beam. "Come closer to the edge and reposition yourselves. Do not fire until I give the word. Timing is everything if we want to successfully eliminate our target."

"Just the target?" Yoichi asked as he and Takeshi obeyed and moved closer to the edge of the tower where their superior was observing the scene unfolding below. "What about those other vampires down there?"

"Ignore them," Shinya answered simply. "Our main objective is the target, Fifteenth Progenitor Lucal Wesker. On the off-chance that we fail to strike him down in one shot, the others will handle him, and we will target the lesser vampires to assist them instead. Either way, we can win this."

"I think so, too," Takeshi agreed as he eyed the noble who had just sat down on a bench in the center of the park below them. "Personally, I'm glad we have an alternative plan in case we fail at our main objective."

"Right. It's always essential to have one or more back-up plans. Remember all that stuff you were taught in training? Junk them. Real battle is extremely unpredictable, so we must always be prepared for anything and expect the unexpected. That also includes keeping our eyes and minds moving and alert for alternative strategies we may end up needing to use at the last moment," Shinya said smoothly, hinting that he had done so many times in the past.

As if telling them that there might be a possibility they may have to kill their allies if the mission leans towards failure, Yoichi and Takeshi found Shinya's instructions to forget everything they had learned in training even more mind-boggling. But when they really thought about it, the older man's instructions actually made sense.

After all, all is fair in love and war—and, more importantly, survival. Thinking outside of the box was a must.

SSSSSS

"Ahh… The breeze is so pleasantly refreshing this time of the year. Don't you agree, Esther?", Fifteenth Progenitor Lucal Wesker casually asked his servant after sitting down and making himself comfortable on the park's stone bench. The other vampire Wesker referred to had the appearance of an elderly gentleman with white hair and a beard even though he was actually younger than him in years.

Esther nodded and folded his arms behind his back as he remained standing slightly behind his seated master. Such a position was routine for Esther Lee, whom Lucal Wesker always kept nearby to attend to his needs as his personal servant.

While both he and Esther were dressed neatly and elegantly as were expected of vampires of their station, Lucal Wesker had an appearance that made even other vampires as well as humans leery of him. Born to an English noble family and turned sometime in the 18th century, the fifteenth progenitor had a high-strung and pompous air about him in addition to his gothic appearance that befitted the human stereotypical view of a vampire.

And as if he weren't already pale enough as a blood-sucking creature of the night as the legends say, Lucal Wesker had a habit of putting on additional make-up to make himself look even lighter. He also had a penchant for wearing heavy, dark eye shadows with thick eyeliner and black lipstick. If one were to describe him, they would compare Wesker's appearance to that of a punk rock star like the American singer, Marilyn Manson. *5* The only difference was the polished neatness of his extravagant clothing.

However, Esther, who was rather used to his master's rather intimidating presence and demeanor, merely nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, it is, my lord," he answered. "How are you enjoying the blood in your glass, if I may ask?"

"The taste is exquisite, Esther. Especially since it came from an unspoiled four-year-old girl."

"Ah yes… I've been told that the blood of virgins is most divine." *6*

"Well, you heard right, Esther," Wesker affirmed as he casually tucked a strand of his shoulder-length white hair behind his pointed ear before taking another sip from the wine glass in his hand. "Would you like some?"

The older-looking vampire shook his head as he politely refused his master's offer.

"I think you for your generosity, my lord. But it is not necessary since I've already had my fill of blood for the day. Please enjoy yourself."

As if he didn't expect his servant to actually take him up on his offer, Wesker merely gave a small smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"Suit yourself, Esther; you don't know what you're missing."

"I see…then perhaps I may partake at a later time, my lord?"

"Yes, you should. You won't regret it. By the way…"

Esther raised a brow as he awaited his master's inquiry even though his thick beard and sunglasses made it difficult to see his expression.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Do you have it with you? You know…"

Knowing exactly what his master inquired, Esther nodded as he took out some papers that were tucked away neatly inside his white coat.

"I have it right here, my lord," he answered.

"Yes... that," the noble began before asking his servant, "What do you think of it?"

Pleased that his master valued him enough to ask for his opinion, Esther said:

"Our intel mentioned a plan to attack and destroy a human organization called the Japanese Imperial Demon Army, which is said to be located in Tokyo. Is that the matter to which you are referring, my lord?"

"Yes. Have you seen the missive that Third Progenitor Krul Tepes has sent us? She is ordering us—ordering me—to deal with these lowly human worms like they were even worth my time and trouble. And she did it so casually with a swipe of a hand from Kyoto! I swear, that woman, and I say 'woman' very loosely, is insufferably arrogant!" *7* Wesker snarled as he bared his fangs and released the glass in his hands, allowing it to drop and shatter on the concrete ground.

The irony of his master's statement was not lost on Esther considering that he knew Wesker himself oozed arrogance and treated the common vampires no differently when he gave them orders. But the servant was still wise enough to hold his tongue and humor his master.

"I believe you are correct, my lord. Since we are of a different faction, there should be no reason for you to even consider Lady Krul's requests, I believe."

Although Esther always knew what to say to appease him, Wesker himself still knew that what Krul wanted them to do was not a request but an order. And to refuse her would be unwise since the vampire queen of Japan had little patience for uncooperative subordinates.

"Just out of curiosity, who here would pay any heed to such an order? What do the other nobles think of her absurd plan?"

"Well, to be honest, their opinions are quite divided. That is, if you're referring to all the nobles."

"I'm not," Wesker said sharply. "In fact, I'm more concerned about Crowley Eusford and that sly bastard, Ferid Bathory. I have no issues with Eusford, but I never liked or trusted Bathory."

To that, Esther smiled slightly in amusement at his master's assertion. It was no secret among their brethren, nobles and common vampires alike, that Seven Progenitor Ferid Bathory was not trusted, well-liked, or popular.

"Believe me, my lord; you are not the first noble I've heard say that. Even the lesser vampires are leery of Lord Bathory. As for Lady Krul, it appears that she is making overtures to mollify us."

"Oh, really? How so?"

She had ordered that humans in the Kansai region be collected and sent to us as gifts."

Wesker snorted. "Well, we don't need or want them. Nagoya has its own supply of human livestock, so there's no need for us to cater to the whims of some high-strung queen issuing orders from Kyoto."

The fifteenth progenitor's displeased comment came as no surprise to his servant, but Esther did not want any trouble with pink-haired vampire queen. So he cleared his throat before bringing something else to Wesker's attention.

"My Lord, if I may…"

"Yes?"

"There has been talk among the guards and other nobles as of late that Lady Krul plans to come to Nagoya in person."

Wesker was startled. As a socially withdrawn person, the fifteenth progenitor often lived in his own little world and paid little head to the activities of his fellow nobles unless they did or planned something that could potentially involve or trouble him.

"Is that so, Esther? In that case, perhaps we should comply. I may not care for Lady Krul, but even I know that openly defying her would be foolish."

"Indeed. But if it makes you feel better, my lord, we are members of Lord Karr's faction. And he is currently contesting Lady Krul for power over Japan."

"True… even so, I don't want to risk her wrath."

"I understand."

Wesker was about to reply to his servant when his sharp vampiric senses suddenly picked up what felt like a burst of energy coming from far away. Looking up, the fifteenth progenitor saw what appeared to the apparitions of a white tiger, a black and green crow, and a fiery red phoenix heading their way at break-neck speed.

Without warning, Wesker suddenly stood up and quickly withdrew his sword to deflect the demonic projectiles that could have easily vaporized both him and Esther had he not acted in time.

Startled, Esther reached for his own sword and prepared to assist his master.

"My Lord!" he cried. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Wesker answered. "Prepare your weapon; it looks like we have company!"

The vampire servant did not need to be told twice and drew his own sword. In addition to being Lucal Wesker's personal servant, Esther was also his master's most trusted bodyguard and always ready to lay down his life to protect him.

With the sharp vision required of all snipers, Shinya, Yoichi, and Takeshi quickly realized that they had failed to take down their target with one shot, even if their timing was perfect.

"Shit!" Shinya cursed as he lowered his demon rifle. "We failed!" Turning to the younger boys, the major general gave his next order. "Quickly, target the other vampires! Destroy as many as you can before we get out of here! We'll let our comrades handle the rest!"

"Yes, sir!"

SSSSSS

"It's started! Time to go!" Narumi ordered as soon as he heard and spotted an explosion in the nearby park that indicated that Shinya, Yoichi, and Takeshi had already done their part.

"Understood!" Yuichiro said as she withdrew her sword and prepared to make a dash for the park. "I'll go on ahead if you don't mind, Narumi-san!"

"Be my guest!" the older man replied with a smirk. "At least your death won't be in vain."

Yuichiro shot the brunet sergeant a look of annoyance even though she knew he had no intention of letting her die if he could help it. She just found his crude joke a bit riling, especially since they were about to head into battle.

"At least pretend to have my back, sir!" she snapped.

Narumi grinned and Yuichiro could have sworn that he was flirting with her.

"I'm just kidding, Miss Hyakuya! You must really learn how to take a joke! Now go! And no dying, girl!" he exclaimed, knowing full well that Guren would have his head if he let anything happen to Yuichiro while she was under his command.

"Like I'd die that easily!" the ravenette shot back as she went on ahead of her comrades with Narumi's approval and permission.

When Yuichiro finally arrived at the park where the explosion took place, she paused and waited for the dust to clear before seeing a tall figure in the distance armed with a European-style sword, making her realize that Shinya, Yoichi, and Takeshi had failed to take down their target in one shot as they had hoped.

While most human soldiers might have been disappointed, if not scared, that their assassination attempt of a powerful vampire lord had failed, Yuichiro merely saw her comrades' failure as a chance for her to put her sword-fighting skills as well as demonic powers to the test.

When the smoke and dust had finally cleared, Yuichiro was able to get a good look at the target Guren had ordered her along with Narumi, Shinoa, and Satoshi's squads to eliminate.

Upon seeing Yuichiro, Lucal Wesker gave a cruel smirk.

"Now what have we here? A little girl! Did you come alone?" he asked, knowing very well that she did not. "The humans must be truly desperate if they sent someone like you to fight me, dear!"

Instead of being insulted, Yuichiro grinned and made a snarky retort. "And what have we here? A vampire lord with horrible taste in fashion who looks as creepy as fuck!"

As soon as he heard Yuichiro's insulting remark on his appearance, Wesker's expression quickly changed from amusement to anger that a lowly human child would dare to speak to him that way.

"My, my, that's no way for a human worm to talk to her betters", he snarled. "It looks like you need a painful lesson in good manners, insolent little wench!"

Unfazed by the noble's threat, Yuichiro pointed her sword and sneered at him.

"Well see about that, bloodsucker! Now die!"

"Insolent and over-confident, aren't we, girl? Well let's see if you can hold that attitude when I rip that sharp tongue from your mouth!" Wesker shouted as he drew back his sword and prepared to attack.

Footnotes:

1. His Grace or Her Grace is a style used for various high-ranking personages. It was the style used to address Kings of England until Henry VIII and the King or Queen of Scots up to the Act of Union of 1707, which merged the Kingdom of Scotland with the Kingdom of England. Today, the style is used when referring to non-royal dukes and duchesses, and archbishops, in the United Kingdom.

2. Fem!Yuu holds vampires in contempt just as much as male!Yuu but addresses Lucal Wesker formally in front of Narumi and his squad to demonstrate her maturity and refined manners so that they would take her seriously and overlook her tardiness in arriving at Ebina late with her squad.

3. Unlike male!Yuu, fem!Yuu dislikes being constantly compared to Guren in terms of wit and sword-fighting skills so she also takes pride in her grace and social charm being superior to his.

4. A finishing school is a school for young women that focuses on teaching social graces and upper-class-cultural rites as a preparation for entry into society. The name reflects that it follows on from ordinary school and is intended to complete the education, with classes primarily on deportment and etiquette, with academic subjects secondary. It may consist of an intensive course, or a one-year program. In the United States it is sometimes called a charm school.

5. Brian Hugh Warner (born January 5, 1969), known professionally as Marilyn Manson, is an American singer, songwriter, musician, composer, actor, painter, author, and former music journalist known for his extreme Gothic style of dress and make-up. In the fictional world of Owari no Seraph, Manson perished with the majority of the human adults in the apocalypse.

6. In most vampire folklore, the blood of young virgins is considered to be very pure and desirable to vampires. In the OnS canon series, it does not matter very much to them. Rather, the taste of blood depends on the person it comes from and every vampire has their own preferences. For example, Ferid favors the blood of teenagers while Lucal favors the blood of toddlers and Crowley prefers the blood of strong warriors. In my AU all of that still matters to the seraph vampires but virgin blood is still seen as most desirable.

7. Out of contempt for Krul Tepes for giving him orders to deal with humans he believed were not worth his time and trouble, Lucal Wesker mocks her eternally childish appearance by refusing to even acknowledge Krul as a woman.