Godou woke up in the middle of nowhere, literally nowhere, or at least if a vast endless dimension of white classified as nowhere.
This must either be heaven, limbo or hell (If God plans to bore you to death). After pacing around, a pinkette girl in weird clothes appeared before him, sitting in sieza.
Godou stared hard and long at the girl, concentrating intently, causing a vein to bulge on the girl's forehead.
"What are you doing?" The girl asked with a dark, sinister smile plastered on her face.
"Trying to find the purpose of a washboard in this place." Godou replied, earning him a glare.
"So where am I and who are you?" The clueless Campione asked.
The girl shook her head and adopted a kind smile with a bubbly expression.
"Well this is the [Boundary between Mortal and Immortal Realms] and I am the goddess Pandora. You, my son, are the seventh godslayer to grace your world, at that time period." The girl explained frivolously.
"Godslayer, as in 'Yeah! I killed two gods before I was killed myself.' type or 'GODSLAYER! 'Fear me! Gods, I'm coming!' type?" Godou asked.
"The second one, probably. So, I once married the Titan Epimetheus and received a box as a wedding gift. Being curious, I opened it and released despair unto this world, in the form of [Heretic Gods]. Side by side, godslayers, Devil Kings, Raksasha Monarch or Campione became the shred of hope. Campione can seize the divine power or [Authorities] of the gods they slay. You are one of them and thus an illegitimate son of Epimetheus and I. Call me 'Mama'!" Pandora explained solemnly but her frivolous personality slipped in at the end.
"The way I hear it, la la la, witch married titan, yada yada yada, I have super powers!" Godou summarised.
Pandora sighed. Kusanagi Godou at least had wits, contrary to Salvatore Doni, Pandora's sixth 'child' from this age. Maybe he wouldn't need a firm hit on the head, to bring his memory back once in the [Mortal Realm] but still the witch goddess hoped for an outcome such as that.
"Well, 'Mama', how dies papa fit into you? He's a giant Titan, right?" Godou, asked pondering.
"Well, Epimetheus is the Titan of Afterthought, or Hindsight in contrast to his brother Prometheus, the Titan of Forethought. Epimetheus was branded a fool and thus granting a human the divinity of a god was a fool's thing to do." Pandora explained, placing a delicate finger of her chin.
"Not that. I mean, how does his pole fit in your hole?" Godou asked seriously.
A nasty and malevolent aura surrounded Pandora. Godou felt as if Satan himself descended judging by the evil black fog floating around.
"Now is this the way to question you're mother.." Pandora spoke in an icy tone sending shivers down Godou's spine.
"...my son?" Pandora's head turned, causing her violet eyes to meet black obsidian ones. The malevolent smile on the goddess's face almost stopped Godou's heart.
Thus, Kusanagi Godou learned that angering his adoptive mother, will have dire, 'dire' and DIRE consequences. The seventh godslayer also learned that in the [Boundary between Life and Immortality] there was no salvation from self-conscious and flat goddesses.
(Of course, this life-saving lessons were forgotten as soon as Godou's soul returned to his body in the [Mortal Realm])
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Godou found himself in Lucretia Zola's house although waking up in an unknown place would be more interesting.
His body didn't feel any different, much the same as he was as human. He didn't 'feel' like a Campione.
"What's a.. Campione again?" Godou muttered aloud, as he recalled an unknown term. His memory was hazy as well.
"Campione are humans who defeat and seize the powers of [Heretic Gods] they slay. As of now, you are the seventh one on earth."
The female voice from the door was Lucretia Zola's, a mature woman with flaxen hair, violet eyes and a rocking body, clad in a lacy black bikini. Any other boy of fifteen would either look away out gawk but Kusanagi Godou took it all in stride.
"What does being a Campione entitle to?" Godou pondered.
"A Campione has more power, both spiritual and physical, than any other human. Thus they stand as kings over the human race. Their command is uncontested by any other than fellow Campione and [Heretic Gods]." Lucretia explained seriously, which was not her usual way of doing things.
"Something troubling you?" Godou asked as he put on a shirt and pants. It was 5 pm, so Godou probably slept for three hours or so. The sky outside was unimaginable dark considering it's 5 in the afternoon.
"It's Erica Blandelli. She's been possessed. Sir Salvatore is combatting her outside." Lucretia replied, leaving a lot of room for misunderstanding.
"Possessed by what? Sir Salvatore?" Godou asked.
"Possessed by Beelzebub, the Demon Prince of the Underworld, a [Heretic God]. Sir Salvatore Doni is the Italian godslaying Campione."
"Hey, Melqart is Baal Haddad and Beelzebub, right? You say I didn't kill him?"
"The [Sword] slayed Melqart, the Divine King and Baal Haddad, the [Storm God]. The Devil Beelzebub must have slipped away."
Shit! That was so unfair. Strike one and two were home runs. But strike three remains. Godou wouldn't concern himself with the last one. Two gods were enough for a day.
"So, got something to eat?"
Lucretia's jaw dropped at that question. Why? Wasn't it obvious that Godou could kick back while another Campione was in town.
"Sir Salvatore's authority is [Ripping Silver Arm] from [Heretic God] from Celtic Nuadha, an [Authority] to cut through anything. Erica might just get cleaved in half." Lucretia informed.
Damn those stupid gods! You can always rely on them to have absolutely no regard for humans that pray to THEM!
Godou could now sense his [Authorities]. Verethragna was an ancient god of Zoroastrianism, representing victory. He took the form of a Ever Enduring Camel, a Violent Boar, a Majestic Goat, the Steadfast Sheep, a Strong Bull, the Speeding Raptor, a Benevolent Youth, the Shining Stallion, Tempest and of course the Golden Sword that severs a god's divinity, thus sealing it's [Authority].
Melqart was a Sky God, also known as Haddad in the Bible, who presided over the pagan gods opposing the Biblical God. Melqart had both relations to Sky, Storms and Heaven side by side with the land, granting him Herculean strength.
Godou felt more in tune with Melqart's [Authority] at the moment as Verethragna's [Authorities] would take more time to understand. Currently Godou had Herculean Strength and Storm Control. At a stretch, Godou probably could do the Tempest, Raptor and Camel incarnations.
"Very well. The Prince shall save the damsel in distress from the evil warlock." Kusanagi Godou spoke, reminiscing the cliché European love stories.
"You might need this, Kusanagi-san!" Arianna came rushing through the door with [The Secret Tomb of Prometheus] in her grasp, which was previously in Godou's pants, literally. The one held by Verethragna was Erica's Crure De Leone, the Lion Hearted King of Steel which transformed to the will of its user.
Godou took the grimoire and inspected it. Unharmed and empty. Godou proceeded to open the giant French window connected to the (unkept) garden.
The sky looked a sinister red to the east, about three miles or so. As a Campione, Kusanagi Godou needed to make a grand appearance in front of [Heretic Gods].
In a gust of wind, Godou found himself one with the air. This wasn't Melqart but Verethragna's [Authority], the [Tempest], one of the many perks of being a Campione.
Thus Kusanagi Godou manifested between the duelling Italian Campione and [Heretic Deity] Beelzebub in a gust of wind, because walking was too mainstream.
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Kusanagi Godou had seen as experienced many idiotic things in life. For one, Godou's father divorcing his mother, possibly the most gorgeous women he could have found. Another would be the in vain attempt of his relatives to beat him in poker.
But none even came close to a blonde idiot trying to swat away a swarm of locusts with a sword, endlessly. Said idiot was Salvatore Doni, the Campione who fights and thinks with his sword.
"Skies perish, the land trembles! I, declare my divine name, Haddad! The one, true king of gods and master of the Sky! Who are thou to opposeth one?!" The incantation of Melqart flows out naturally from Godou's lips. His body flared up in magic, multiplying a hundred times by drawing the sense if the sky, lands and sea.
Both Beelzebub and Salvatore Doni turned to see the intruder. Beelzebub basically was Erica in black robes and red eyes. Doni was the typical dumb blue eyed blonde, a misuse of handsomeness.
Erica-Beelzebub was in a better condition than the exhausted Doni, although she (it?) sported a deep gash on her forearm, bleeding out.
First the hindrance (Doni) and then Beelzebub, a straight forward plan of there ever was one.
"O Wind, O Rain, O Thunder!' 'By Melqart's true name of Baal Hadad, I summon! O Storm, listen to the calls of the cloud rider, make haste and come!" Godou called the twin clubs of Melqart, Yagarish, the Chaser and Ayamari, the Driver. Previously they were destroyed by Verethragna, but the clubs were a manifestation of Melqart's [Steel] element. It would not be destroyed without the [Sword of Wisdom]. (Verethragna broke it with his [Bull] incarnation)
The pitch black sky cleared slightly as the clubs came to the atmosphere though the clouds, accompanied by thunder and rain in plenty. Both clubs were indeed huge, made of unrefined iron ore. The sheer size out them was too damn big for Godou to effectively use in close combat. Fortunately Yagarish and Ayamari both could be controlled with the mind alone.
Godou raced towards the place the god and godslayer war fighting. A huge demon with black horns, bat like wings and a heinous face manifested before Erica-Beelzebub who had a malevolent, and borderline crazy smile.
Naturally, a Campione's body flares with magic when a [Heretic God] approaches. Accompanied by supernatural instincts and luck, Devil Kings were the best of warriors man can be. Godou couldn't deny three thrill and bloodlust from battle, even though he was against it.
Battle was the only thought running through the seventh godslayer's mind.