AN: So here is the next chapter I know it is a bit late but what are you going to do, I now have a few stories I am juggling. This is why I have created a poll on my bio page to help me manage what limited free time I have for writing, so feel free to check that out if you want to.
As for this chapter I started it a few weeks ago but lost interest as I found Game of Thrones, summer barbecues and holidays taking up my attention, the series has finished though and summer is now over so I now have an hour or two a night to work on my stories after work.
So with that said I give you the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it as I quite enjoyed playing around with this chapter when I was writing it today.
Also bit of excitement this is now the second ranked HP/DxD crossover, so thank you all for your support and comments I really appreciate them and hope you continue to enjoy my work.
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(Last Time)
"My Lord?" Rossweisse said, getting Harry's attention as he broke his gaze from looking over the peaceful town and instead looked over to his secretary.
"What is it Rossweisse?" Harry asked calmly a smile on his face as he began to lose himself in her pale blue eyes.
"Why are we taking this approach?" Rossweisse asked bluntly, her cheeks darkening as she saw the way Harry looked at her.
Harry blinked at that, before he looked away from the Valkyrie and instead once again looked out over the peaceful town. "You are asking why I don't just go in powers blazing, find Kokabiel give him a good spanking and return the Excaliburs to the Church?" Harry asked an amused smile on his face as he thought about what people reactions would be to him literally giving Kokabiel a disciplinary spanking.
Rossweisse laughed softly at that before replying. "To put it simply… yes."
She had a nice laugh Harry mused to himself before he replied. "Three reasons really. First I do not want to reveal my presence to my enemies, not yet. Second something about this just doesn't sit right with me, it is all too coincidental, and it feels like a trap."
"And third?" Rossweisse asked curiously as she went over his first two reasons, accepting that he did have a point.
"The third reason is because I want it to be a joint effort. " Harry replied, sensing the silver haired woman's confusion he explained. "If I want this peace to come to fruition I need to provide proof that the three Factions can work together. By having the Devils, join the Church and a redeemed Fallen Angel in reclaiming the missing Excaliburs, I think that will be a good example of how we can work together."
"But what if things go wrong?" Rossweisse questioned, fully accepting his reasoning, but asking the pertinent question that sometimes need to be asked.
"If things go wrong." Harry said carefully. "Then I will take matters into my own hands."
Thunder could be heard ringing out across the dark skies as he said that, even as forked lighting exploded across the dark skies.
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Chapter 11
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(In Kuoh)
It was late in evening, just touching o nighttime and the streets of Kuoh were already quite dark, the sun had begun to fall below the horizon, the large sphere of golden light having just a few minutes ago dipped beyond sight.
Walking through the rapidly darkening and quiet streets of the small Japanese town was a blonde haired seventeen years old, a slender young man who proudly wore the Kuoh School Uniform as he walked by himself through this quiet part of town, his eyes narrowed as he looked for any sign of movement.
This young man was Kiba Yuuto, a Knight in Rias Gremory's Peerage. Not that his King, Rias, knew he was out and about, in fact she had ordered that he remain with the rest of the Peerage, waiting with them till later in the evening, when they would meet up with Sona's Peerage and the Church Representatives so that they could hunt down the stolen Excalibur pieces, and stop the Great War from potentially starting again.
Kiba though had not listened; he had decided that he could not wait around like a good little Knight whilst a raving man, murderous Fallen Exorcist roamed around Kuoh, especially if that Fallen Exorcist was wielding one of the Excalibur Fragments. In fact it was because he was wielding one of those accursed blades that Kiba had disobeyed his King and left the safety of Rias's mansion and the rest of his Peerage. Instead he had braved the streets so that he could hunt down the Holy blades and destroy them, something he knew he wouldn't be able to do if he were with the Church Representatives.
As he walked alone through the streets, Kiba could admit that he was angry, angry that Rias had even agreed to speak to those two Holy Sword users when she should have just told them to leave or killed them. But more than that though, she hadn't just spoken with them, she had also agreed to assist them in recovering the three stolen Excalibur Fragments. That was why Kiba was searching for Freed Sellzen now, he couldn't stand what Rias she was doing, especially not since she knew of his intense and justified hatred for the Holy Swords and the Church in general. This is why he had decided to take matters into his own hands, he would track down Freed and destroy his sword, and then he would torture the locations of the other stolen Excalibur Fragments out of Freed so he could destroy them as well.
Wandering through the back streets of Kuoh, Kiba's eyes narrowed as he noticed how empty they were, it was not surprising really considering the number of murders that had taken place since Freed arrived, an undercurrent of fear had begun to grip Kuoh and it had everyone not in the know spooked. A curfew had already been put in place by the local police force as they tried to get to the bottom of this rash of murders.
Not that the human police would have much luck at trying to stop the killer. Mortals didn't stand much of a chance when it came to dealing with the Supernatural.
Continuing on down the street, Kiba's eyes narrowed even further as he saw how little light the poorly lit street lights gave off. Summoning his Holy Eraser sword into his hand and gripping it tightly, Kiba cautiously continued on down the road, his eyes darting from the darkened bushes on one side of the street to the wall of fences on the other side. He could sense someone nearby, his sharp ears could pick up the muffled sound of someone's feet approaching, he could smell the scent of freshly spilled blood on whoever it was, and suddenly he could hear more movement… it was behind him.
Spinning around a snarl on his face, he used his enhanced speed to block the incoming attack from above, his Holy Eraser held above him in a guard position as he looked into a pair of gleaming red eyes that bore into him from behind a mop of greasy, lank, white hair.
He could feel his Holy Eraser strain, the metal creaking audibly as it clashed against the elegant looking, curved blade that Freed wielded, one which radiated Holy energy on a par with the two Excalibur Blades he had seen early today. He didn't recognize which one of the Holy Swords it was, but he could guess that this was one of the Excalibur Blades that had been stolen. This meant….
Snarling as he put more weight behind his blade, Kiba physically forced the wielder of the powerful Holy Sword to back off. Lashing out with his own, unholy sword, Kiba attempted to gut the wielder where he stood. His opponent however merely laughed insanely as he danced back, his movements swift and surefooted, his Holy Sword twirling in his hand as he did, those cruel, crimson eyes of his flashing madly.
"Freed Sellzen!" Kiba growled his blue eyes narrowing with disgust, his grip on his blade tightening, even as he forced himself to calm down. His opponent was wielding a Holy Sword, a blade that was deadly to Devils like Kiba. Plus as a Fallen Exorcist Freed had been heavily trained in dealing with Devils and other Supernatural entities, underestimating this man would be foolish, especially as Kiba had crossed blades with him before.
"Hahahahaha!" Freed cackled gleefully, his tongue lolling about madly as he looked at Kiba with a mixture of hatred and delight on his face.
Yep, it was definitely Freed Sellzen, gaunt looking, Fallen Exorcist that Kiba had fought with before. The man looked just as insane and out of control as he had before, his tongue lolling madly in his mouth, his crimson eyes glittering with insanity as he came to a stop a half dozen feet from Kiba.
"Well, hello, you little, shitty, not very witty Devil dog! To think I would run into a walking, talking piece of shit like you again bitch boy!" Freed cackled, the vicious grin on his face widening as he idly rested his Holy Sword on his shoulder.
"What are you doing here, Freed?!" Kiba growled his eyes flinty and his grip on his sword tightening, as he prepared to create and summon another blade at a moment's notice, with an opponent as erratic and unstable as this one was, you couldn't even begin to guess what he would do next. Though you could at least be assured it would be violent.
Freed grinned maniacally at him in response, slowly beginning to prowl forward, his movements slow and smooth as he began to circle Kiba. Forcing the young Devil to constantly shift his position as he kept his eyes on Freed, not allowing the man to sneak into his blind spot or flank him.
"Oh you know… I was doing what I do best, I was killing sinners and torturing blasphemers… you know the usual FUN! But the pickings have been a bit slim… I heard there was a new priest in the area… young Father Black… but I haven't had the pleasure of meeting him yet, though I suppose I have that to look forward too. I have to admit though, I was getting bored. I mean here I am with a new toy to play with and yet I have got nothing to use it on… but now I have found you… how lucky of me!" Freed ranted his Holy sword once again in hand as he took a few practice swings with it, his eyes fixed on Kiba as he looked for any weakness in his stance.
"Then you made a mistake Freed, you should never of challenged me, not now and not with that sword!" Kiba replied his eyes fixed on Freed's blade; this is what he had wanted. He had come out tonight hoping to get a chance at destroying one of the Excalibur blades, if not more than one.
"Well aren't you confident little heretic." Freed mocked, his grip on his sword tightening a she saw the way Kiba looked at it. "But I have heard a fun little fact on the old Supernatural grapevine recently… I have heard that you traitorous, blaspheming, Scared Gear using Devil scum have begun to lose your power…. I am kind of excited to see if it's true!"
Kiba's eyes narrowed at that, even as he glanced down at his Holy Eraser. He too had heard that rumour, Rias had let slip that a number of reincarnated Devils were finding that their Sacred Gears were weakening or malfunctioning, or just not working like they used too. Normally Kiba would have shrugged this off as an exaggeration, or as a problem others had not him, but then he had found that the swords his own Sacred Gear, 'Sword Birth', created were becoming weaker and weaker. More than that though, his blades took more and more energy to create, but still seemed to become weaker and more brittle with every day that passed. It was worrying, especially since it appeared their enemies had heard of this growing problem, already Issei was having some of the same issues. Kiba didn't doubt that Sona's own Peerage had a similar problem.
Tightening his hands on his Holy Eraser, Kiba channeled some of his magic into the blade. The blade took on a reddish glow as Kiba's magic began to strengthen it. Hopefully the enhancements his Devil magic gave the blade would allow it to stand up to Freed's Holy Sword, at least long enough for Kiba to kill the man.
Freed gave no warning when he finally did decide to attack, one moment he was causally circling Kiba, a confident and mocking look on his face as he continued to goad and insult the young man. The next instant he blurred forward, his Holy Blade glowing with a soft white light as Freed drew on the blades magic. As he charged, the Fallen Exorcist had begun moving so fast that even Kiba's sharp eyes, enhanced due to benefits he gained from both being a Devil and from being a Knight in the service of House Gremory, had trouble keeping up with him.
Swinging his own unholy blade Kiba attempted to block the series of strikes Freed sent at him, relying completely on his instincts and his natural ability and kill with a sword.
A bead of sweat began to run down Kiba's face as he realised that this may have been a mistake. Maybe it was just him, but it felt like Freed had become even faster than the last time they fought, and was becoming faster still with every second that passed, already Kiba was struggling to keep up. Perhaps going out alone looking for trouble was not one of Kiba's brightest ideas? Perhaps going out in a larger group was a much wiser idea; this wasn't some weak, rogue, Stray Devil he was facing after all.
The sound of clashing steel rang out as Kiba and Freed's swords met, the blades creating sparks as they clashed, the Holy power of Freed's sword against the unholy power of Kiba's. The duel at first went back and forth, before Kiba began to lose ground, constantly on the defensive as Freed slowly overwhelmed him with a multitude of rapid strikes and slashes.
Kiba quickly backpedaled as Freed slashed away at him with a mad series of blurring strikes, several of which sliced through Kiba's clothes, making small cuts and grazing his skin, already Kiba could feel a burning sensation from the affected areas as Holy Energy began to burn his corrupted flesh, eating away at his own magic as it tried to heal him.
"Come on you shitty, little Devil, I haven't even broken a sweat yet! Please don't say this is all your pussy self is capable of!" Freed shouted loudly, a note of anger could now be heard in his voice, as he easily blocked a number of hasty counter strikes from Kiba.
The blade Freed was wielding was Excalibur Rapidly, one of the Seven Excalibur Blades, and one which had the rather nifty ability of enhancing the wielder's speed to insane levels. Freed wasn't even using the blade as much as he could, but even with the boost he had gotten, he was running circles around the Devil.
The blonde boy's every move seemed painfully slow to Freed as the sword's ability had not just enhanced the speed of his movements, but the speed of his reflexes, his mind, everything really. As such Freed was rapidly growing tired of this farce; he had challenged the boy to a fair duel because the blonde had been a strong fighter the last time he had fought. Now though he was just a shadow of his former self, it appeared the rumours he had heard about the Sacred Gear users in the Devil's possession was true.
"Don't… underestimate me!" Kiba gasped as he created another blade in his left hand, this was his Defiler Blade, a blade that caused the wounds it made to rapidly fester. It was not the most honourable of swords, and certainly not one to be used in a spar, but he wasn't in a spar. He was in a fight to the death, and he was losing.
The Defiler Blade was a four foot long, black, bastard sword, with a bat winged guard and a twinkling green jewel as the pommel. The blade was giving off small wisps of toxic green energy as Kiba held it tightly in his left hand, his other hand holding his battered looking Holy Eraser, which he pointed at Freed challengingly.
Narrowing his eyes as he looked at Freed, Kiba used his Knight's given speed to its fullest as he dashed forward. His body low to the ground and his teeth gritted as he leapt forward, his steps eating up the distances between him and Freed, Kiba's body began to blur in and out of view as he used his abilities to their max.
"Now that's more like it!" Freed crowed as he lunged forward, his body once again blurring as he drew on the abilities' of his sword.
The two combatants met in a flurry of clashing blades, each of them moving so fast that they would be a blur to a normal person. But for those two their movements felt natural as they fought backwards and forwards, dancing around each other as Kiba used his two sword style to lure Freed in only to lash out with rapid lunges and slashes when he saw an opening when Freed took Kiba's bait.
Neither of the two managed to land a hit though, as although Kiba's swordsmanship and style of fighting might be slightly superior to Freed's, Freed's speed was far superior to Kiba's, unfortunately for Freed though, he was not quite used to wielding his newfound speed. Their stalemate quickly ended though, as Freed's Holy Sword shattered both of Kiba's blades as the young Devil attempted to block a particularly vicious slash. Excalibur Rapidly cleaving through Kiba's two blades, the Holy Sword, breaking the unholy blades with a sound like shattering glass.
Kiba stared at the sword hilts in his hands, his eyes wide, as the blades he had created, the blades he had put his trust in, failed him. For pretty much all of Kiba's time as a Devil he had relied on using his Sacred Gear, he had in fact been encouraged to use his gift to its fullest.
As such he had not learned how to use magic in combat like Akeno, or how to fight with just his fists like Koneko, instead he had only ever practiced his swordsmanship and his creation of blades, specializing in those two things. After all those two things were all he had really needed, but now, now that reliance on his Sacred Gear was coming back to bite him.
It was sheer arrogance really, for the Devil's to think they could steal the Sacred Gears that God had gifted to humanity, to think they could safely use a power that was not their own. It was because of that arrogance that so many Devils had gone hunting for Sacred Gear users like Kiba, poaching down the best and brightest of humanity so they could use them in their Rating Games, playing with them like a child would a particularly rare Pokémon Card.
But as with all things, nothing good ever lasts and now, now the Sacred Gears that Devils had long coveted, collected and became reliant on were weakening and failing. It could spell the beginning of the end.
Grinning viciously to himself as he saw the shattered remains of Kiba's blades fall to the ground, and the look of shock spreading across the boy's face. Freed lunged forward, a sneer on his face as he took advantage of the boy's shock, Excalibur Rabidly held tightly in his hands as he swung it back, preparing to bisect the boy with a single strike.
Kiba's eyes widened as he attempted to create another sword, back stepping as he did, even though he knew the gesture was futile as he saw Freed was already almost on him, his speed now greater than even Kiba's own when he was fully using his Knight's speed.
"Hyah!" Freed shouted as he lashed out, his sword moving so fast it was just a silver blur as he aim to decapitate Kiba.
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(With Harry and Rossweisse a few minutes before)
Harry looked over the duel between the young Kiba Yuuto and Freed Sellzen with Rossweisse at his side. His secretary/ friend/ something more maybe… looking the battle over with a critical eye, easily following both of the fighter's movements as they dueled back and forth, not particularly impressed as she had seen far better from the warriors of Asgard.
"Aren't we going to interfere, my Lord?" Rossweisse asked as she glanced over at Harry, not surprised to see that he was also following the fight a look of interest on his face as he saw how Excalibur Rapidly, even in the hands of the weak and corrupt Freed Sellzen was still overwhelming Kiba's Sword Birth.
Harry cocked an eyebrow as he saw Kiba create another sword; narrowing his eyes he quickly analyzed it, his expression darkening as he saw that it was a sword which made wounds fester, a particularly vile item all things considered.
Harry continued to study the battle as the pace increased, not really sure who he was routing for, as on one side there was Freed, a murderous, blasphemous, vile man who was both damaged and damaging. Whilst on the other side there was Kiba Yuuto, a young man who was haunted by terrible memories, but who was still a Devil…, one who used one of Harry's Sacred Gears to assist the creatures of the Underworld…. It was really hard to decide. A part of Harry wanted to let them kill each other, and then he could swoop in and get Excalibur Rapidly.
But another part knew that the main reason why Kiba became a Devil and turned his back on humanity was because of the "Holy Sword Project", a project run and funded by a sect of the Church.
"I am not sure," Harry said, in the past he would have just killed them both and have done with it, but that was before he experienced what it was like to be human.
Harry had done some looking into Kiba's past, apparently he was originally a nameless orphan that had been taken in by the Church and was chosen to be a part of a project called "The Holy Sword Project". The project was supervised by Valper Galilei, the so-called Genocide Archbishop, which led to the deaths of all of his friends and other participants when Valper decided the project was a failure and that it was best to eliminate them, to get rid of the evidence. Through the sacrifice of his friends, Kiba had successfully managed to escape the facility.
Humans made mistakes, Harry Potter knew that better than most, but sometimes though they only made those mistakes because they had no other choice. Kiba when he was turned into a Devil, he had had a choice, he could have either died cold and alone, letting down his friends, or he could have become a Devil and lived. Those were his choices, they may not be pleasant but he still chose to become a Devil, due in part to circumstances caused by the Church. It really was a tricky one for Harry to judge, but as pretty much the world's ultimate judge he had too.
"He is still a child…" Rossweisse said softly as she looked over at Harry, her words cutting through Harry's thoughts and getting his attention.
Harry winced as he heard that, knowing Rossweisse was right. Kiba was only seventeen; he was still a child, one who had not even started to live. He had been even younger when he had first become a Devil. If Harry could forgive Raynare and others, could he not extend his forgiveness to the boy? Even if he was a Devil…?
"Fine." Harry said with a nod of his head, looking back at the fight, smirking slightly as he saw Freed shatter both of Kiba's blades with Excalibur Rapidly.
Rossweisse smiled, as Harry not only listened to what she said, but he also acted on it. He was a much better boss than Odin… that geriatric arsehole.
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(With Freed and Kiba)
Freed's expression became gleeful as he saw the resignation passing across Kiba's face, closing his eyes so he could savour that expression, Freed finished his swing, knowing as he did that he was moving so fast Kiba wouldn't stand a chance at blocking or dodging his strike.
Before he could though Freed found his blade suddenly stopped mid swing. Opening his eyes in surprise, Freed found himself facing a green eyed man, with messy black hair, who looked to be in his late teens to early twenties. That same man was currently stopping Freed's Holy Sword, easily holding the edge of the blade between his thumb and forefinger as he gave Freed and unimpressed look. There was not even a trace of strain on his face as he stopped a strike that could have decapitated an elephant with just his thumb and forefinger.
"Black?!" Kiba said in shock behind the dark haired man.
"Sleep." Harry replied as he clicked the fingers on his other hand, a flash of red light left his hand at that, striking Kiba, easily overpowering the low-class Devils meager strength as it forced him to pass out, the boy falling backwards, dead to the world, as he landed in an inelegant, sprawled mess on the street. Another flick of Harry hand sent the unconscious boy's body hurtling down the street, bouncing off painfully off the ground as it rolled to a stop about sixty metres away.
"Who the fuck are you, you bastard!?" Freed shouted as he tried to pull his sword out of Harry's hand. "Why the fuck are you interfering you shitty priest!" Freed added in as he noticed the man in front of him was wearing the garments of a priest.
"Who am I?" Harry said in amusement, releasing a pulse of magic that created a large bubble like ward around him, covering a fifty metre area with a very powerful ward of concealment, completely shielding that area from the rest of the world, he doubted even Great Red would know what was happening within his potent protections, even if the overgrown salamander was pressing his ugly face against the wall of the ward.
"What did you just do?!" Freed shouted as he felt the magic around him, his eyes bulging as he felt the sheer potency of it.
Harry released his grip on Excalibur Rapidly, letting Freed clumsily fall back a few steps.
An amused smirk spread across Harry's face as he saw Freed getting gradually angrier and angrier as Harry ignored his questions.
"I said who the fuck are you!" Freed shouted the blade held tightly in his hands as he pointed it at Harry.
"Who me? Who am I?" Harry said as he gestured at himself in surprise. "Why I am God of course… My Child…."
Freed took a few steps back his mouth moving up and down as he tried to speak, only to find he couldn't. Taking a deep breath Freed suddenly burst out laughing, raucously throwing his head back and laughing to the sky, his eyes watering slightly as he howled with over the top laughter.
"Oh you are a funny one priest, I will give you that." Freed said mockingly, as he tried to contain his amusement. "But unfortunately for you, I know the truth. God is dead! Kokabiel told me! Tell me does that shatter your world, does it break your spirit? You know, hearing that God is dead and has been for centuries, that everything you have devoted your life to is based on a lie?!"
Freed continued his laughing after saying that, barely even paying attention to the amused look on Harry's own face.
"Ok, I will admit, that was funny." Freed continued, still snickering to himself as he swung his sword to face Harry. "And because it was so funny, I think I will give you a swift death."
"How kind." Harry replied dryly, his lips quirking in amusement as he saw the other man's posturing.
"It is, isn't it?" Freed said agreeably, before he shot forward, his blade pulled back as he went to kill Harry.
He made it about two steps, before he had to stop as Harry appeared in front of him, his hand clasping Freed's skull as he raided the man's memories, pulling out everything he knew about the Excaliburs and about Kokabiel's plans in an instant, uncaring of the damage he was doing, as a moment later he released Freed's head and took on his true form, trusting in his wards to conceal this little display of power.
Harry's form the exploded with golden light, a sudden beautiful song erupting into the air around him, as colossal feathered golden wings began to be forming from within the blindingly bright light.
Staggering back Freed found himself falling to his knees as an oppressive power fell upon him, his eyes wide as he felt Excalibur fall from his hands, unable to look away from the golden light. Even as he felt the sheer potency of it, burning away his mortal flesh, turning his bones to ash, his eyes melting in his skull as he looked upon what he knew to be the divine form of God. He didn't even get to look upon Harry's true form for more than a moment, before his body turned to dust. Such was the power of Harry's true form that no mortal could look upon it without being disintegrated.
Drawing his divine power back in, Harry once more took on his much less impressive human form, his expression still dry as he looked at the pile of dusty clothes, and the Excalibur blade that had once been Freed.
"A bit over the top wouldn't you say?" Rossweisse, an immortal Valkyrie said as she appeared next to Harry with a flash of magic, not even she had been able to see Harry's true form, she had had to look away as even as an immortal being Harry's power was to intense, you would have to be Ultimate Class and over to even get a proper glimpse of it.
A look of distaste spread across Rossweisse's face, covering up her awe as she approached Freed's dusty remains and picked up Excalibur Rapidly, shaking off any dust that clung onto it as she did so. "And messy…"
Harry shrugged in response, taking the blade from Rossweisse as she handed it over. Giving it a cursory glance, judging it as an inferior copy of the original, Harry then made it disappear in a flash of golden light, sending it to the pocket dimension where he kept his other crap. Once he collected the rest of the fragments he would re-forge the blade stronger than ever, then he would give it to whoever he thought was worthy… maybe that loveable House elf Creature…. He did after all turn his life around… he was sure he would think of something cool to do with the sword once he re-forged it.
"Well I thought it would be interesting, you know because he didn't believe who I was, I thought he should of at least died knowing the truth, knowing that he had been wrong about my continued existence, knowing that if I still existed then so too did the hell he was going to." Harry replied with a shrug, not telling her the other reason was that it had been easy and convenient.
"It was a bit of an anticlimactic reveal don't you think." Rossweisse said uncertainly, as she looked around at the dome of magic around her, the potent ward Harry had created, noting that it would likely have concealed Harry's power. "For a dress rehearsal…?"
"Well he wasn't particularly important, so I thought I would save my theatrics for a better audience." Harry replied as he removed the ward, watching curiously as a sudden gust of wind caught the dust that had once been Freed and sent it floating into the air.
"Did you at least get the location of the other stolen Excalibur's?" Rossweisse asked as she followed Harry's gaze.
"Did I get the location?" Harry said, clutching his chest with mock hurt. "Of course I got the location, they are being held in the town's old Cathedral, I will pass it on when we meet up with the others later."
Rossweisse nodded her head at that, knowing they were supposed to be meeting Xenoiva, Irina, Rias and her Peerage, and Sona and her Peerage at Kuoh Academy later. All so they could go and recover the now two missing Excalibur Blades and stop a potential war from breaking out, plus set the foundations for a peace deal, a bit of a win win siltation for Harry.
"So what about the boy?" Rossweisse said as she looked over at where Kiba's bruised and battered body lay, just outside of where Harry's ward reached, this was probably the only reason he hadn't been disintegrated when Harry unsealed a fraction of his true form.
"Oh yeah!" Harry said as he summoned Kiba's limp and unconscious body over with a thought, allowing him to painfully crash onto the floor at Harry's feet.
Rossweisse raised an eyebrow at that.
"What? I might have saved him, but he is still a Devil." Harry replied sheepishly.
"So are you just going to wipe his memory of your presence here and then leave him?" Rossweisse asked, not at all surprised by how childish Harry could sometimes be, she had been his secretary for a while now, she had gotten used to his eccentricities, it was something all powerful beings seemed to develop.
"Yeah." Harry replied with a nod as he leant down and placed a finger on Kiba's brow, the boy's eyes opened in an instant, the two orbs completely white as Harry quickly rifled through his memories, nipping and tucking the boy's memories to suit his needs, not changing so much it would be noticed but changing a few details here and there that would go unnoticed dif the boy's memories were to be inspected. Once he had finished Kiba's eyes once again closed, a peaceful expression spreading across his face as he once again slumped unconscious on the asphalt road.
Looking down at the boy, a sudden thought came to Harry. The boy might have been a child when he chose to be a Devil, a child who had been dealt a bad hand in life, but he still chose to become a Devil, and in doing so he turned his back on Harry and had given one of Harry's Sacred Gears to the Devils. Harry might not want to eviscerate the boy, as the Church was at fault in putting the boy in the grasp of the Devils. But that didn't mean Harry would let Kiba's slight, however unintentional or intentional it was, slide. Once again a bit of pettiness was something he also learned from being human, what he had learned wasn't all good after all.
Reaching down Harry placed his hand on the boy's chest. Ignoring the clammy feeling of the boy's unholy magic, Harry instead focused on the familiar feeling of his own power that resided within the boy's soul. Drawing on that Harry began to extract the Sacred Gear, Sword Birth, from Kiba, keeping the boy alive as he did so.
"What are you doing now?" Rossweisse asked suspiciously as Harry crouched over Kiba, his hand glowing golden.
Harry didn't answer for a few minutes as he began to unweave the tendrils of demonic magic clinging to the Sacred Gear, as he unbound it from Kiba's soul and pulled it out of his body, the Sacred Gear taking the form of a small, glowing, golden anvil.
"I am taking his Sacred Gear of course." Harry said as he stood up, the small, glowing, golden anvil floating over Harry's open palm as he showed it to the curious Rossweisse.
Rossweisse's eyes widened at that, before she looked down at the boy, seeing the slight rise and fall of his chest she could see that he was still alive, if unconscious.
"Why?" The Valkyrie asked as her light blue eyes fixed on Harry.
"Because I gave these gifts to humanity, not to Devils, and although it might be impractical for me to do this to every Sacred Gear user, especially if I don't want to start another war. I am not, not going to do it if I have the opportunity." Harry said as he turned away from the unconscious boy, "I am sure the Devils are already noticing the effects of my intervention on the Sacred Gears, I am sure they will just link Kiba's loss to that."
"It will cause a lot of fear in the Underworld you know that right, it will also cause a lot of uncertainty and chaos." Rossweisse said as she looked at the Sacred Gear curiously.
"Another subtle and positive side effect of my actions then, one that can't be linked to us…." Harry said with a shrug, before another thought crossed his mind. "So tell me Rossweisse, how would you like a Scared Gear?"
Rossweisse blinked in surprise at that, "But I am not human, how can I have a Sacred Gear…?"
"Because I am God and can do what I want with the things I create." Harry replied blandly, completely unconcerned about how arrogant that might sound to some, he was after all an all powerful God and sacred Gears were his creations, it was foolish for people to think he didn't have the right to decide what he wanted to do with them. Besides as a Valkyrie, Rossweisse had once been human...
Rossweisse opened her mouth to object, before she closed it as she found she couldn't really refute that statement.
"So how about it, do you fancy a Sacred Gear?" Harry asked with a large smile as he saw the Valkyrie's reaction.
"B-but… why would you offer to give me one?" Rossweisse said in confusion.
Harry grinned at her as he heard that. "Because I like you of course."
Rossweisse's face took on a sudden scarlet hue, as she began to stutter in coherently.
"So is that a yes or a no?" Harry said as he idly began tossing Sword Birth from hand to hand.
"I… that is… if you think me worthy…." Rossweisse said, struggling to speak as she fought down her rising embarrassment.
"Of course I do." Harry replied with a winning smile, as he took a step forward and brought Sword Birth to rest on Rossweisse's chest.
"W-what h-happens now?" Rossweisse asked her face still red as she saw where Harry's hand was.
"Oh it is quite simple, I now just bind it to your soul and then it is yours, you just need to learn how to use it." Harry replied, before with another smile to the pink faced Rossweisse, he pushed Sword Birth into her chest. Her entire body glowing as Harry's magic quickly began the work of binding Sword Birth to Rossweisse's soul.
Rossweisse's eyes also started to glow as she felt unfamiliar power rushing through her veins.
"And done." Harry said a few minutes later, catching Rossweisse as she passed out.
Looking around the street and seeing that the only one present was the still unconscious Kiba, Harry shrugged once more before he vanished in a flash of golden light. Transporting both himself and Rossweisse back to Heaven, so he could put her in bed. After which he would need to come back to Kuoh, after all he had to meet up with the others so he could give his son Kokabiel a good spanking.
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AN: So what did you think I hope you all liked it. Originally I was going to have Harry meeting up with the others and going to the cathedral, but I had fun with this chapter and I ended up writing more than I thought. Even so I hope you all like it; also I saw some comments about how the romance is a bit slow, to be fair I can see that but at the same time I have never believed in love at first sight and have always believed that strong relationships build up over time, gradually blossoming into something beautiful. That being said I will show a bit more progression on the coming chapter, but I won't rush it.
I also saw a few complaints about how Rias and the main cast have been relegated to side characters. To that I can only say I am sorry, but this story doesn't centralize around just Kuoh nor does it centralize around Issei like in canon. It centralizes around Harry, who has more important things to do than go to school and hang around with teenagers. That being said Kuoh is an important supernatural area as I said before in the story, it represents the first entirely Devil territory/ colony on Earth. This is why Harry does go there when he does.
Also to answer another common comment, I do not dislike Rias, I think she is a flawed character as most characters are, but I don't dislike her. Issei I would say I dislike as much as a person can dislike an anime character, but I wouldn't say I hate him, hence why he is in the story and hasn't accidently been run over or something…
As for why Harry took the Sacred Gear and then gave it away, I would have thought it was obvious. Sacred Gears were created to protect humanity and then changed to only work properly for those faithful to Harry, Kiba became a Devil the predator of humanity and hated Harry, Rossweisse however is faithful to Harry and a protector of humanity. I would have thought the reasoning was simple, if a little on the spur.
So with that said I hope you all liked the chapter and leave a comment or a review, every one is helpful when it comes to writing the next chapter, as it helps me with my plan and direction.
So yeah I will see you all next time.
Seagate.
