Thus we return.
Menma rolled the sapphire orbs in his fingers around his palm, a large purple crystal jutting from his back pocket as he walked away from the smoking corpse of the White Dragon's host. "So. How'd that feel, dying I mean." Questioned the Uzumaki, grinning as the dragon's face was reflected in the blue orb, it merely stared at him apathetically, refusing to answer.
"That attitude of yours is useless, White Dragon. You're trapped in that little orb until I rip you out and dine on your power. And I think Tiamat will be more than happy to see another dragon, I wonder if she hates you like she does Ddraig? If not then I do wonder what she'll say when I eat you." He pondered aloud, the idea of claiming the Heavenly Dragon's place was enough to make him salivate, this would surely be enough power to start some real chaos. Perhaps he could rip apart heaven? Perhaps decimate the underworld?
"Slaughter humanity until I'm bored?" He thought aloud for a moment before shaking his head, "No...That wouldn't do. Who would make my games then? No. I suppose I should form some kind of plan for my power, power for powers sake is a little less juicy than power with purpose."
Menma paused for a moment before laughing aloud, throwing his head back and all, "Holy shit, the idea that the only thing sparing them is my like for games is fucking hilarious and I don't know why!" He blathered out, barely coherent to any outside source, Albion rolled his golden eyes but still remained silent.
He was conflicted, whilst he never had any grand attachment to Vali he was...Upset, that he had died. The boy had been his only company for almost two decades now...Actually that was probably it, Albion sighed and almost faceplamed if it weren't for the fact he was physically incapable of doing so, "Now I'm stuck with this boy...Why are you so cruel to me Lord? And he has Tiamat at his beck and call...Ugh." Lamented the Dragon.
"I can hear your thoughts." Said the Uzumaki with a deathly calm, scaring the everloving shit out of Albion. The golden eyed dragon looked at the teen through the orb, a smirk firmly planted on his lips. Menma thrust his magic into the earth and rose a small pillar to place the orb on, placing it on the pedestal he returned to his previous activities, brainstorming on armour ideas.
"Oh duh, Ryu from Ninja Gaiden. Fucking armour done. Shit's easy." He murmured softly summoning the projection and altering it heavily, shifting it from a full body of light armour to a sleeveless, skintight armoured vest with a matching face mask, forearm length gloves with metal studs lining the flat of his arm, black armoured leggings lined with weapon loops, and armoured knee-high boots that blended seamlessly into the pants, instead of the typical soles though it was like faux tabi sandals. He summoned a small wave of magic around the neck, slowly and methodically he pulled at it until it reached the projections thighs, the oddly badass scarf of Ryu Hayabusa to finish off the piece.
"What a wonderful set. Damn people can come up with some good lookin' things." He praised to the air vacantly, this set would be much easier to make as it was not intended for full combat, infiltration, silently slaughtering and general guile, so he would not have to reinforce it with his blood and magic, he'd just have to use magic, glorious plot-hole-filling magic.
"Albion!" He said sharply and suddenly, turning and pointing at the blue orb, golden eyes stared back at him boredly. "What do you think?" He asked, gesturing to the projection grandly.
"I think it's a-" Albion paused for a moment, not really sure why he was even bothering to humour this Devil, while no he didn't really like Vali that much, he was a dragon of principles and his principles demanded he not converse with this boy anytime soon.
"Oh fine, be a bitch about it." Menma blew a stray strand of hair out of his face and grabbed the orb, the stone pillar crumbling into dirt, with a wave of his hand Menma opened a portal and returned home.
Home
Stepping out of the portal he was greeted to the sight of his King sitting on his bed, patting Miyo who was purring contently whilst Tiamat sat on one of his pillows, snoring contently. "Oh, Ma-kun! You're just in time, I didn't have to wait long after all." Came the relieved voice of his King, Menma rose a brow at her, beckoning her to continue, "Well, my darling little Rook, a special meeting is coming up of the three Factions to settle on a peace agreement, a cease fire if you will, and I wanted you to be there to see this momentous occasion...It has nothing to do with the fact you were requested by name by the Fallen Angel leader..." She mumbled at the end but his ears twitched as he gave a small frown, but shrugged it off.
"Sure, whatever..." Said the Uzumaki with a shrug, silently throwing the orb into his personal pocket in the universe, "Any reason you're here besides that?" He asked, flopping down next to her, the dragon crawled from her grip and curled up on his stomach.
"Well that's mean, are you trying to get rid of me?" She pouted petulantly at him, Menma merely grunted in reply, "What's wrong, Ma-kun?" She asked, laying next to him kicking her legs up behind her.
"Just a few moments of needed clarity, nothing to worry about." He brushed off lightly, reaching up to run a few fingers across her cheeks and tuck a stray lock of hair over her ear, she smiled sweetly at him and lunged forward nuzzling into his neck.
"You're all squishy and soft, I love it." He said with amusement, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into himself, a smirk on his face as a buzz of warmth ran through his blood as her form was mashed against his own. It was a pleasant sensation but the cold clarity of his mind emerged after a short time, it was nice to enjoy the small things but he was a man of eyes on something more important than hugs on the bed.
"I know, you can't resist these puppies, I don't jude you." She replied cheekily, pushing up her chest, Menma nodded and gave ol' lefty a strong grope, feeling the pillowy softness in his hand. One couldn't say no to boobs.
Tiamat crawled off his stomach and lay at the end of the bed to avoid being tossed about by the lovers, " Now now Mr. Handsy, I just came for a little visit, no tawdry stuff today." She scolded, tapping him on the nose though she did enjoy his well trained fingers she wasn't really in the mood for anything of the kind today.
Menma shrugged and instead picked her up and placed her on top of himself, hands loosely resting on her hips as she adjusted kissing at his neck a giggling as he roughly grabbed her ass in response, "Oh I don't wanna do that right now Menma, she says as she gets all neck kissy, tsk tsk tsk." He mocked with a few clicks of the tongue.
"Oh fine you talked me into it." She said with an overly dramatic sigh, Menma grinned like a wolf at its prey, Tiamat made her way out of the room, the door clicking behind her.
"I'm going to paint your insides white." He swore, she glittered at the prospect.
An hour or so later.
Menma now sat on his bed alone, his small lizard only now returning, a towel over his head and his hair slightly damp, clad in only a pair of black shorts, idly fiddling with Albion's orb, Timat crawled onto the bed and stared at it with a curious gaze, Menma's eyes shifted to a venomous green colour as he smiled darkly and nodded, confirming her thoughts.
"Oh Menma-kun...You bring me such lovely gifts..." Said the Blue King, Menma smirked as Albion's eyes widened at the sight of her, "However did you get him?" Looking frightfully like the cat who found the canary.
"Ripped him out of some bitchboy who tried to start me. Probably gonna suck his power dry at some point, I just haven't gotten around it, then we can both be dragon and we can be bff dragons and it would be great." He said, nodding his head whilst patting the minimized form of his companion who merely looked up at him fondly. Menma waved a hand over the azure orb, streams of white magic lifting from it and rushing into his arm, his arm shimmered with white energy before settling. Menma smirked ominously at the creature who stared at him with fear.
Raising his palm to display it to the dragon he explained, "The Essence Theft Rune, easily the most useful Rune I have at my disposal." A knock at his door frame drew the attention of the Imagine Mage, his old man stood there, arms crossed and leaning against it. Menma looked at him, baying him to speak.
"So, gonna eat the dragon huh? Interesting choice I suppose. Gonna be hard though, no doubt he's got a lot of power in him, and even without it dragons aren't exactly something to mess with." Advised the old Uchiha.
"I can crush fucking mountains when I get moody. I think I can handle a crippled lizard." Returned Menma with a blank look, Tiamat giving him a look, "Oh not you my darling. He's the lizard, you're a lovely beast of legend." He cooed, scratching her under the chin and peppering her head with kisses, the dragon mewled in joy at the sorcerers ministrations.
"Oh I'm aware, I was there remember? Good fun that was, but my point is this isn't something that you can just do for a few days. This will take at least a week of constant draining to do anything, then after that week you'll have also had to have set up the ritual circle, summon the beast, kill it and then use its blood to transform. Ascend, if you will." Informed the Uchiha, making a fantastical movement with his hands, a rain of magically conjured glitter following it at the end. An insufferably chirpy grin on his face.
"I'm going to punch you one day." Said Menma with a blank look, Madara merely chuckled, "Again." He corrected. "Well, if I work on draining this motherfucker, can you set up the circle?" Asked Menma, Madara had a small pout on his face.
"You just want me for my body." He muttered 'sadly'.
"Never. Say that. To me. Again." Madara merely laughed like a lunatic.
"Well, I feel like I've lost my edge recently...So I'm going to sabotage the meeting." Said Menma, he put Tiamat down on his bed next to the azure orb, she immediately began batting it around like an amused kitten.
"Any particular reason?" Asked Madara, curiously.
"Because there would peace, and peace is ridiculous that just makes us all weaker. That and it means that we can just fuck off and watch the chaos." He informed absently, "Besides, I don't really like it here anymore, too much trouble. So what I was thinking, I'm gonna be meeting with the head of the Angels, Fallen and Satan representatives. Why not just prep the room with traps, suck them all dry and then cut them all down or somethin'." Suggested the teen, the older man placed a hand on his shoulder and brushed a fake tear from his eye.
"You make me...So proud." The dramatic sobbing was excessive, in Menma's opinion but he cared little at the moment. "However I feel you'll have to curb your enthusiasm, such a spell is a little beyond you. So how about you just give it a little time, and then systematically destroy all the things."
"Or I could just look at what spells I need to learn, learn them and not waste a shit ton of time. Though I see your point, ok different plan. Just kill off the Angel, that implicates the others in them murder, less work for me and still starts a war." Madara nodded, Menma summoned his tome and immediately began flipping through to the section about runes, in hopes of finding something he could place on his hand to infest the Angel's body, handshakes did have a use after all.
"I should probably start work on another transformation as well..." He muttered, as his thoughts returned to such things, "The stealth...Is kinda pointless. If I want a to avoid being hit I should just avoid being hit, I'm not exactly slow." He muttered to himself, summoning the shell of his agile based set and erasing it, the dust of magic evaporating shortly after it was blown away.
"Probably something akin to...I don't know, bother with it later. Murder plans now." Masterminding was too amusing really, so many plans for so much slaughter, so many waves of blood and oceans of gore. Oh he just tingled at the thought of it. "Oh I can't wait to watch the looks on their faces as I rip apart everything they've tried to work for over the last century or so." Menma dark chuckles rang with a deep, ominous timbre.
"You know if you do succeed in this whole transformation thing, your body will reject the Evil Piece, you won't be a devil anymore, probably gonna be something along the lines of a half-dragon, shape shifting to the higher form while keeping your human form." Informed Madara absently, looking over a book of his own, sitting on the end of the bed whilst Menma remained in his chair.
"Yeah, I gathered as such. But then again being a Devil just allowed me to soak up more magic, gave me an excuse to use it and all that. Now that I know there's an entire secret section to the world I can just go full dictator and not worry about what the government will do with some kid who can throw fireballs willy nilly." He answered without missing a beat, Madara hummed in response, the conversation dying off as they began their little study session.
"Menma-kun, if you are to become one of my kin what will you do with yourself after that?" Asked Tiamat with a curious tilt of the head, Menma's eyes shifted to a cool cyan colour as his gaze drifted to her, an inquisitive brow perking gesturing she continue. "If you remove the piece you'll have no obligation to the Devils, which you ignore anyway but that's neither here nor there, where will you go? You are aware you cannot stay here, yes?" She prodded, concern in her orange eyes.
"Mhm, I am aware." He replied, eyes shifting back to his book. "I'll probably leave the state, shift around some, maybe settle somewhere else entirely. I doubt I'd leave the country, too much trouble really. I did hear about some big company laying down roots in Shinto Teito, might go an snoop around there. Cause some mayhem, steal some shit. I dunno I'm just throwing idea's at the metaphorical wall of my mind and seeing what sticks."
"What about the cat-girl? Gonna pass up the opportunity to fuck her legless?" Asked Madara, turning a page.
"Oh hell no, I'll just Charm her into coming. Kill Issei and take Red from him as well, it'd be easy. He's too trusty of me." Informed, Menma. Tiamat leapt into his lap and nuzzled his stomach, "I thought that'd please you my darling." A small grin lit up an ivory streak across his face.
"Asia-chan will be sad, she really likes those two."
"I'm not a good person, Jii-sama. I don't give two shits how someone else feels. I do as I please. 'Sides, Issei has potential to get strong. I'd rather snuff it out now than deal with it later." Said Menma though he paused for a moment and thought aloud once more, "That and I don't even have to tell Asia about it. Koneko will be a good little slave so she won't be able to do so either. Only we will know, you won't tell you love me to much to cause me and really trouble, and Tiamat is my partner and good friendo."
"Such a venomous child you are, Menma-kun." Madara chuckled at the vile smirk that lined the face of his kid. "I do so enjoy the faith you have in us though, make me all warm and fuzzy inside."
"I enjoy watching people suffer, I suppose it's about time I let the beast back out of its cage before I leave."
Meeting
Menma had been up all night researching various methods to thrust his acidic demonic power into the Angel, and he'd managed to get something very close to his original idea, it did take a little spell-crafting but it was worth it, adding a 'Mystical Containment' rune and 'Soft Death' rune into one had mutated the pair into what was essentially a hidden venomous fang of magic that would implant his magic into the Angel on contact, he could then 'detonate' the magic and kill him from the inside out.
Then all it would take is a short time to slip away in the conflict that would no doubt pick up shortly after that, he'd have enough time to absorb Albion, ascend to a higher form which would allow him to keep his whilst also managing to remove his Devil leash.
He'd even done a little dressing up, donned in a pinstripe suit with a bloody red undershirt and black tie, his hair tied into a simple tail whilst his eyes were dancing around the purple range of colours, he wore a pair of simple cloth gloves on his hands, it should be obvious as to why he was covering his hands. The meeting was being hosted in the familiar clubroom, alongside him was his grandfather and his Queen.
Though Madara was all dolled up in his old war armour, he looked like a samurai that had never seen a barber shop, though Menma couldn't deny how awesomely simplistic his armour was. Maroon in colour with a black bodysuit underneath.
Xenovia was donned in her usual battle gear, her giant sword wrapped up on her back, though she did now sport a soft purple scarf wrapped around her neck, which in turn covered up a good majority of her impressive cleaveage. Though that did come with the bonus that no one else got a look at her goodies but him.
Menma and his ilk passed through the seemingly empty streets quickly and into the clubhouse with haste, he couldn't sense any grand signatures in the area so he assumed he was the first to arrive, opening the door and gesturing in the others first, "Such a polite young man, letting your delicate old man go first. I knew I went right with you."
Menma merely grunted and kicked him in the ass making him go inside before following after, Menma scanned the room he felt like he'd been in a million times too many and frowned slightly, there was an extra person he'd never seen before, "So what, recruiting traps now?" He asked seeing the girly-boy, dressed in a female uniform and looking at him with a fear only the most socially awkward could conjure.
"Gya-kun, this is Menma-senpai." Introduced Koneko, the feminine platinum blonde haired boy had light pink-red coloured eyes, the boy was hiding behind the petite cat-girl and barely peeking over her shoulder, Menma and Madara exchanged a look, the younger looking at the older man with a cold, reprimanding gaze.
"I know what you're going to do, don't." Warned the younger male, Madara's eye twitched and crossed his arms.
"Just 'cus I like cute things..." He muttered.
"You hug people and in this bloody place it gets constantly thought of as you being a total pedo, I'm looking out for you." Replied Menma without missing a beat, only garnering another huff.
Menma stepped forward and placed a hand on Koneko's head, "It's good to see you again, Koneko. How are you." He asked with a smile, her face darkened slightly as he scratched at her hidden ears.
"Good."
"And your name, small child?" He asked, looking upon the boy, behind her, he stuttered and stammered in attempts to answer the question, Menma looked at the girl to fill him in.
"Gasper Vladi." Informed Koneko, Menma nodded.
"Menma Uzumaki, Madara Uchiha, Xenovia Quarta." Introduced Menma getting a shaky nod from the traptastic boy. Menma turned his attention back to the girl, "Any idea how long we'll have to wait for the others to show up?" Asked Menma.
Madara and Xenovia taking a seat on the nearest couch, the ancient man idly reading another one of his various arcane tomes whilst the blue haired she-devil sat her giant sword between her legs.
"You're early, Sirzechs-sama and Leviathan-sama aren't even here yet." Menma tsk'ed and sighed, "Wonderful." He sat besides Xenovia, throwing an arm around her shoulder and allowing an ever so slight smile to form on his face as she leant onto his shoulder.
"I'm going to tear it all down. And when I absorb Albion, they won't even know how to find me." He reigned in the villainous laugh that he wanted to release, purely for the sake of dramatic tension. But he'd save it for now. There was a time and place for good villain laughs.
Menma felt several large energy sources seemingly materialize. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end for a moment before that cold clarity dropped into his blood, "Sirzechs and Serafall are dangerous together but with a few well places spells and runes I could disable and kill them both. The last two are on about the same level, Angels...That's good I can take two of their star players out at once. Easy-mode." He thought with a smirk, though he could also do the same with the two Satans, it would be a little trickier with them being Devils, with this thought he streamed more magic into the murderous rune upon his palm.
Dark thoughts continuously stirring in his head was probably something he should see a professional about but then again, fuck that noise he was well aware he was bloody insane at this moment.
As the doors opened revealing the two guests Menma released Zenovia and stood to address them, "About time you all arrived, and here I was getting concerned." He said lightly with faux playfulness. Sirzechs was expressionless in the face of this young man, his bias towards what had happened with his sister still fresh in his mind, and apparently he'd struck her once more. Though it didn't seem to be without cause, he was still the brother.
Serafall smiled brightly and hugged his arm, leaning up onto the tips of her toes and kissing his cheek, "Michael this is my Rook, Ma-chan." Introduced the girl, "Ma-chan this is Michael the leader of the Angels, and this is Gabriel." She introduced the two angels to him, though as she said Gabriel one could assume it was hostility but upon further thought on this matter it appeared to be something akin to rivalry.
Michael was a tall blonde man with fair skin and what appeared to be perpetually sad looking eyes, he was donned in a very over-the-top robe with a golden mantel across his shoulders and cape falling from said mantle, he was the picture of good arian boy.
Gabriel looked like a well endowed blonde woman with curly hair and shining blue eyes, she wore a robe that was equally lavish but less fanciful as Michael's. She looked at him with a soft smile and kind eyes. Oh how those eyes would be filled with terror and fear when he was done with her.
Oh, steady on, one can only get so erect.
This was going to be good.
End.