A.N.- So this is the rest of Varian's back story. Please review and tell me if the fight was good. Hopefully this answers all the questions about him and how he got where he is. If there are any other questions I'll be happy to answer them. And yes, his peerage IS his harem. If need be I will gladly explain how all the other girls got there, but all in due time. Any way, enjoy, favorite, and review!

The Third King of Kuoh Academy

Chapter 6

I kept my eyes trained straight ahead. I didn't want to see the other devils that were running past me. They were all in full retreat and sprinting towards the hill, the only safe place left. I felt my men push against as they fled the mass of holy angels in front of me.

The fallen angels had left a long time ago, before God had even appeared on the battle field. They had sustained phenomenal casualties from the constant pounding they had received from both sides. Now it was only us and the angels, me verses the Lord thy God.

I eventually reached the end of the my retreating army and stood facing a massive line of angels, with none other than God standing right in front of them, in plan site. There was a good two hundred feet between us, but I still saw the calm smile on his smug face. His soft, old, white hair blew in the breeze along with his long white cape, and his pale blue eyes seemed to pierce my very soul. We stood on opposite sides of the field…the calm before the storm, as they use to say. I looked up at the dark, orange, underworld sky and smiled. No weakness, no surrender, till thy master release you. Or at least that's what I thought then.

I looked down at the seven foot blade in my right hand and spun it in a circle. The black steel was finally clean of all the blood. I slid it back into it's sheathe on my back and began to walk forward. My eyes darted back and forth as I examined the huge line of angels in front of me. Their white wings folded behind their backs, their weapons held at their waists, like they were watching, waiting. I walked right up to the old bearded deity and kneeled before him, gotta show a bit of respect.

"Almighty Lord thy God, I stand before you as the commander of the devils' servant army. I'm the Queen of Lord Sirzechs Gremory." I spoke slowly and clearly. When I finished my introductions, I looked up into the old man's eyes. His kind smile scared me, what was he really thinking behind it.

"I must ask you sir, that either you allow myself and my men to retreat or…" I stood up and grabbed the handle of Blackflame, "I will fight you one on one and allow my fellow servants to escape." The man before me began to chuckle and looked at me with a jolly twinkle in his eyes.

"Son, I'm very sorry but I can't allow that." He said and his demeanor turned much more serious. "We've finally breached the underworld!" He called and outstretched his arms. A cheer echoed from the army behind him, which caused me to grip my blade even tighter.

"So, I'm going to have to accept your challenge. I must say that is a noble gesture for a devil's servant, you should be commemorated." He smiled again and pulled a golden short sword from his belt. I slowly pulled the sword off my back and smiled back…even Gods can die…Lord Lucifer did.

"I appreciate your praise oh Lord, but some of us are a lot better than you would think. For example, we would have shown mercy…" I said with a smirk and let the last words hang. If I can at least damage his pride I may gain an advantage, at this point I'll take whatever I can get honestly.

"A snippy one aren't you. Do you speak to your master like that servant boy?" He said and kept the same smile on his face, but I saw the kind demeanor leave him…I was getting to him.

"Never, I adore my master. And he may return the praise when I bring him your head on a spike." I retorted back and his smile broke. The clouds above him broke and a bright holy light shone down on him.

"Do really think one servant can beat the Almighty God? Who exactly do you think you are boy!?" He screamed. This is the moment I was waiting for. I twisted my hand around the hilt of my sword and quickly pulled it out. I swung it around my body and held it by my side, taking a sideways pose. I saw the deity's eyes light up, if only for a second…he knew exactly who I was. The red and black hair, the spinning disks of flame, the pale, soulless eyes, and the long, black blade.

"I'm Varian Blackflame, Guardian of the Gremory Manner, Defender of the Red Haired Princess of Ruin, Queen and leader of Sirzechs Gremory's army, the Field General of the Servant Brigade, the servant who has killed over five thousand angels and two hundred Holy Machines, the reason the Devils won the battle at the White Gates and defeated your son Jesus! I am the Blackflame, and I will be the one who kills God!" I screamed and every angel behind the old white haired man took a few steps back.

"At least they aren't sending some grunt after me. You're brave, wielder of the Blackflame, but I've had enough talk, let's fight!" The Lord bellowed and flew at me with the speed of a much, much younger man.

I blocked his first strike, but he followed quickly with another, and then another. I was barely able to keep up. I blocked a slash that came from his right side and it knocked me back a few steps. I didn't have time to bring the massive sword back up in time for his next slash. I cut across my left forearm and I leaped back from the pain.

"I'm not even closed to finished yet boy!" He screamed and flew at me again. I clenched my teeth and jumped over his lunge. I wasn't allowed to feel pain yet, not until I won! I flew over him and brought the sword down behind him. It created a small explosion and knocked him into the air. He recovered in midair and he came flying back down at me; his right hand was glowing with Holy Light. I lit my blade on fire and slammed it into the ground in front of me to block his attack…but it didn't work. He slammed into the ground in front of my sword and a blinding light exploded from the impact. The sword was almost immediately blown from the ground and I went flying with it.

I landed on my back a few feet away and clenched my chest in pain. I looked to my left and saw the long black sword embedded into the dark soil. I started to crawl towards it but then I heard the sound of light crackling. I was about halfway to the sword, when I quickly turned my head and saw the old man holding a giant, glowing, white ball over his head.

"Heaven's Unending Light!" The Lord screamed and threw the massive ball at me. I cursed and scrambled the last few steps towards my sword. I flipped around and crouched with the sword in front of me. Just before the ball hit me, I summoned a massive wall of black and blue flames from my sword. The ball struck my defenses full on and I felt the demonic blade buckle from the huge concentration of Holy Light. My skin even started to burn, regardless of the massive wall in front of me. I screamed, but not out of pain. I screamed and started to slowly stand up and push the massive ball of light off my sword. I tapped into every bit of energy I had and eventually pushed the massive ball off me and sent it straight up to the dark sky above. It exploded behind the forming rain clouds.

"Not too bad kid, I'm honestly impressed. Most of the older servants I've fought didn't last even a quarter of the time that you have. Yet, you look to be about thirteen or even fourteen, how are you so strong?" The powerful deity asked me through his gasps for breath. I'd clearly pushed him farther than anyone else had for a while, but I wasn't much better either. I took a deep breath and tried to heal my wounds during the short break.

"Well Lord, I'm in the strongest possible position a servant can be. I've also trained very hard, everyday, for the last four or five years. And, considering the fact, that my Master is one of the strongest devils now and is in the running to become the next Lucifer, it's really no surprise that I've been trusted with so much power. I've been fighting for a long time old man, and it seems you've lost your touch." I teased my powerful foe. Better to get cocky now while he is impressed rather than when I'm clearly losing.

"We'll just see how much of my touch I've lost." The old man chuckled and took a deep breath before discarding his long, white rob. My mouth dropped. This guy may be old but, he's completely jacked! No fair!

We both stood back up and straightened ourselves up. My turn to go first! I lit my blade on fire again and watched the black and blue flames consume it. I smiled as I channeled all my magic into it and swung the blade over my head.

"Let's see how you like this old man! Alright gentlemen, come out and play!" I brought the blade into the ground in front of me and two forms exploded from the earth. One came charging out of a black hole and appeared to be almost entirely made of mist. However, as the figure rode ran around the battle field the mist faded, and we were shown a man in a long black robe, which covered his face, riding a pale, black and blue horse. He brought the horse around and stood beside me, slowly twirling his long scythe around himself.

The next figure exploded from the ground and made a huge hole where it launched itself from. The figure was massive, bigger than the Bone Guards I'd summoned earlier. He landed behind me with a massive thud. The deity gazed up at the massive, flaming creature towering behind me. He held a large red and black sword that was spiked at the end in his right hand. His entire chest was black, smoldering skin and lava that burned just beneath the surface of his "skin." His head looked like any other monsters' and had four horns sticking out of the top.

"Lord, I would like you to meet my two strongest monsters: the reaper known as Darien Morgrain and the Balrog, Zacl'th. Now gentlemen, attack." I spoke softly and pointed my long sword at the strong deity before me.

The Balrog bellowed and charged at the small man in front of him. He ran straight forward before bending over and bellowing a massive hellfire right in the face of the Almighty God. The stream of fire continued for a few long moments before the fire stopped and the smoke cleared. I took a step back in shock, because standing there, unmarked, was the Lord once again. The old man smiled kindly and snapped his fingers. A blinding light emitted from his hands and my Balrog roared with pain. He clutched his face and fire seemed to leak out of his mouth and eyes, as if he was actually burning from within.

"Blackflame, you really are clueless aren't you. Why would you send demons against a God who can exorcise them with a snap of his fingers?" The old man smiled at me again and I turned from shocked to angry. My sword started to glow with the black and blue fire and the flames quickly consumed the rest of my bodies. I slowly started to walk forward and Darien followed right behind me on his horse. The great body of the powerful Balrog fell to my right and I didn't even look at it or pay it any regard.

"Rest now Zacl'th, I shall avenge the." I muttered and snapped my fingers. The massive body disintegrated into small orange flames. Those flames flew into my outstretched hand and collected into one massive blaze of hellfire.

"Darien, keep him busy for me would ya?" I asked and I turned to see the hooded figure give a slight nod. Black mist expelled from the horse as the reaper flew over me and charged at the God before him. His scythe extended and grew two curved blades on each half. As his steed approached the old man, he spun the staff above his head and brought it down and up in an arch as he passed the deity. The smug, confident smile on the Lord's face disappeared when the blood started to leak from the massive gash in his ribs.

"How can this be? That's nothing more than a devil's familiar! Why didn't my exorcism work?" He screamed as he clutched at the wood. I smiled as I turned to him and watched the golden blood leak from his side. I turned to me and his face fell even more. I was glowing black and blue from the fire around me and I had a massive blaze of hellfire surrounding me as well.

"He isn't just some devils' familiar oh Lord. He's a specter that I earned the loyalty of and therefore, not a part of my realm. So, holy magic has almost no effect on him." I said smugly and snapped my fingers as the man on the horse passed me. He flew through a black portal and disappeared.

"Then why did you even summon him if you're just going to dismiss him?" God asked and stared into my pale eyes in confusion and fear. I smirked and shrugged.

"Oh at this point I could easily destroy you on my own, but I just needed to prove to all those angels watching that even a God like you…can bleed. And I needed to buy some time to get a hold of some powerful hellfire like this, so thanks for that as well." I smiled and winked at him. Within a few moments he finally realized what he had done by destroying my Balrog and his face turned from cocky to shock. He'd played right into my hands.

But, to my dismay, the angels were preparing to charge into the fray. They weren't to found of the idea of having God die right in front of them. I was about to have to use my attack on them so I could keep God from gaining an advantage, but luckily help arrived.

I heard a dozen loud sounds go off above me. They sounded just like…magic circles. I looked up and smiled to see that most of the lower level demons and some of the higher ups had arrived to help. I didn't feel my master's aura or any of the other more powerful Satans so that meant it was just the low levels, and that they knew I had everything under control.

"About time!" I screamed up at them. "I thought I was going to have to clean this whole place up by myself." A few of the older devils scoffed at me, but most of them laughed and started to annihilate the remaining angels. They were only scrubs so it was no real problem for most of the real devils.

"Just leave the big guy to me!" I finished and saw most of them nod at me. I turned my attention back to the Almighty Lord in front of me. "Where were we?" I asked and began slowly walking forward.

He responded by forming two massive white balls of light in his hands and throwing them at me. They smashed into my flame wall and broke away, inflicting minimal damage to me. But I can only keep this up for so long…It's now or never. I grabbed the hilt of the sword on my back with both hands and slowly pulled it out. I held it above my head and allowed the three different flames around me to channel into it. Black magic, Devil magic, and Wizard magic, each in their most powerful forms, were channeled into the blade. I held the glowing blade above my head and prepared my ultimate attack.

"I am Varian Blackflame!" I bellowed. "And I am the first devil to ever truly master the art of the Three Dark Flames of Hell and the first devil to ever build a strong enough sword to contain their power! And now I shall this war with one strike from that sword!" I screamed and brought he sword and held it in front of me. I was already feeling the pain, the ultimate pain. This attack is powerful, but whatever is dishes out, the wielder feels it plus the pain of holding the spell.

"Bone Guard!" I screamed and a thousand bones broke out of the ground and formed a wall around me. That should keep me alive…hopefully. I looked in between the wall of bones and saw the color fade from the Lord's face.

"It's over Lord!" I screamed and ran at him. I jumped about ten feet in the air, brought the sword over my head, and made contact with his weapon. The next few minutes was nothing but a single loud BOOM, followed by silence and a blinding white light.

I woke up twenty minutes later and looked around...there was nothing left. The green and yellow grass that once gave the field its color was nothing but ash, rubble, and smoldering debris. I slowly raised my head and looked across from me and saw the body of the Lord Almighty God lying motionless on the ash. His body was bruised, burnt, and bloody…and he was dead. I did it…but at what cost. I slowly stood up. My entire body ached with pain, but I had to see what damage I did. I looked up to the small hill where the tent was and my mouth dropped. The tent was blown away and there were dead bodies of devils everywhere on that hill. They were burnt, mutilated, and blood covered the entire hill. I turned my gaze across the field to look where the angel front line had been and I froze in fear. I ran across the burnt ground, despite the pain, I ran. I verified what I thought I had seen and fell to my knees in front of it… They were all here…every single on that had come.

I saw the bodies of dead angles, they seemed to stretch on forever. But worse than that was the sight right in front of me…the dead devils that were in front of me. I knew every single one of them…I checked every single one. I'd either fought with them or seen them in the Underworld…but I knew them all. After checking all the bodies in front of me my worst fears were recognized.

"My men!" I screamed and ran up the field toward the command tent, tears streaming from my eyes. "Please…please don't be…" I reached the foot of the hill and felt the moist blood splash as I ran up the hill. I reached what use to be the opening of the tent and fell to my knees.

"No…no…how did I…I was positive…" I saw broken…bloody…lifeless faces staring at me. There visages caught in the same expression…a scream, a scream that probably never left their mouths. I sat there, on the bloody ground, and I cried. I cried for so long.

Hours later I heard the sound of a portal opening in the distance. I stood up and turned and my tears stopped falling. Because there he was, the only man in my life that was still alive…Sirzechs. I ran down the hill and screamed his name the whole way. When I finally reached him I fell to my knees and groveled in front of him.

"Master…master…what did I do? What do I do now? They're….they're all gone!" I screamed and cried right there in front of him. I looked up at his face, tears blocked my vision, but I could still make out the awestruck look on his face. He examined the body of the fallen God, the dead angels, the dead devils, the dead field, and then he knelt down and grabbed my shoulder.

"Sirzechs I don't know what happened! I didn't think something like this would happen!" I screamed and wrapped my arms around him. Even at a time like this, in a place like this, he was still warm to me.

"Varian…I'm so sorry boy…I'm so sorry." I heard him start to tear up and he pushed me away and held me at arm's length. "There is only one thing I can think of…" He snapped his fingers and a red portal opened. I looked at the portal and back to him and back to the portal. My mind was a blur and the tears were still streaming down my face. I looked over at the portal one last time and saw the beautiful maid that had taken care of me my first day…Brittany.

She walked over to me with a small black box in her hands. Sirzechs stood up, whispered something in her ear, took the box, and turned back to me. "It would be my pleasure sir." The pretty auburn hair girl said and walked over to knell beside me.

"Listen Varian…" Sirzechs began, trying to hold back the tears. "If they higher ups learn about this they will hunt you…and kill you." He said and I started to cry even harder.

"What! Why!? Master please no…I didn't know!" I screamed and he put a firm hand on my shoulder.

"I know you didn't. I know! But they won't care about that. They will hunt you and kill you Varian. You've killed several families of the 72 pillars here today. That's treason and…they'll kill you for it." He said and tears fell down his face too. He didn't want to let me go like this. Not yet.

"What do I have to do Master? I'll do anything!" I screamed and latched onto him again. He ran his hand up and down my back gently.

"I want you to run. I'm releasing you from service. You've become a high class devil now Varian, I'm so proud of you." He spoke softly and stopped the embrace. When I pulled back he pushed the small black box into my hands.

"This is your set of evil pieces. Go start a family Varian, run away from here and don't come back until I find a safe place for you okay?" He said, still choking on tears as he spoke. That warm smile was the only thing that kept me from collapsing right there.

"Take Brittany with you. Make her your Queen. I'll cover for you as best as I can." He stood me up, brushed me off, and hugged me one last time. "Now boy, run…run and never look back." He let go of me, kissed my forehead, and turned to leave.

"No….no…NO! Sirzechs please don't leave me! Sirzechs!" I screamed and called after him but he never turned…he couldn't. I kept screaming until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over at the sweet girl with the kind purple eyes and the beautiful face.

"Don't worry. It will all be okay now. I'm yours now Varian and you are mine. I'll protect you and care for you, just like any good Queen would." She pulled me into a hug and pressed my face into her chest. She was about a foot taller than me back them. She stroked my black and red hair and kiss my head softly. Her sweet smell made me feel at peace, less tense. She smelled like roses, roses and all kinds of other flowers.

"Okay…" I whispered and she released me from the embrace. She started walking down the hill and turned when she noticed I wasn't following. She just smiled sweetly and held out her hand.

"Come on then. We've got a long road ahead of us, best to not dally." She said kindly. Her sweet voice made my body react on its own. I walked forward, took her hand, and never looked back.