Disclaimer: Campione! was written by Taketsuki Jou, I get nothing out of writing this fanfic save personal satisfaction (and possibly reviews).

Author's Notes: This took long for me to write because, (obviously I was lazy- kicks self) I couldn't decide who to use as my PoV. I had intended to switch to Liliana, but this was a rare moment that allowed Lucretia to have a turn. I tried drafting both but that led to some mental confusion and in the end I decided to flip a coin.

This was last Updated/Corrected Feb 19, 2013. (If you have time, please drop by my author page to answer a poll.)

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Pet na Campione-sama!

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Chapter Six: Lucretia: "The Persian Warlord and the Divine King"

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We were deep in our conversation and the barrier was holding up so well; that it was only when the lightning flashed in the darkened bedroom that I noticed that something powerful had arrived. I disabled the barrier that I had erected, to keep sound from getting in or out of the room, only to hear a thunderous earthshaking voice yell out: "IS IT THEE, BOY? ART THOU THE ONE THAT SLAYETH MINE ENEMY?!"

There was no need for me to use my spirit vision or the witch's eye. My ears and my memory were enough to recognize the owner of the voice. It was undoubtedly the Divine King, Melqart.

"Lily!" Erica called out to her friend, who was first out the door. Liliana did seem like the more impulsive type. And from what I've gathered, she seemed to have grown quite attached to that young man.

And from what I can deduce, so was Erica. So before she decides to follow after her friend, I had to subtly remind her that I stood no chance of surviving should they both leave me alone.

"Lady Erica, could you assist me? I would like to hear their conversation with my own ears."

Erica turned towards me again. For an instant she was torn at what to do; clearly the knight part of her wanted to go to the action, but the same knight part could not forget chivalry. It took her a little over two seconds, before the intelligent and calculating part of her tipped the scale.

"Of course." she said with a small but graceful bow.

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Erica had helped me out of my bed in the way one expected of from a knight. After she picked me up, with her magically enhanced physical strength, we went after her friend at a slightly slower pace.

Once outside, we were shocked at the scene before us. I had not noticed until we got here that it was raining very heavily. The wind was blowing strong at seemingly random directions and lightning seemed to hit the only the area around my home repeatedly. The large steel gate that used to be at the walk way in front my home was now a twisted molted wreck and the surrounding concrete was now shattered and scorched. Anyone versed with the magical arts would easily conclude that it could not have been done by an ordinary lightning bolt.

But why had it been stuck? Was Godou standing behind the gate just before Melqart voiced his presence?

Erica had put me down and I turned to the silver haired knight, "Lady Liliana, where is our young king?"

Liliana turned towards me and Erica with worried look on her face. "I don't know."

Suddenly the wind blew hard before us and quickly grew into a small tornado. The small tornado just as suddenly dispersed and revealed the young god-slayer.

"Godou!" "Kusanagi Godou!"

The two knights simultaneously called out in surprise and relief.

"Erica, Liliana, Lucretia-san it's dangerous. Please hide or flee."

"We've been in a similar situation before, remember?" was Erica's prompt reply.

Not to be out done, Liliana said, "And we're knights, it is our duty to aid a god-slaying king!"

To our surprise, the young man actually sighed in resignation. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he suddenly turned away from us, pulled out a golden short sword out of nowhere and blocked a bolt of lightning. It was almost a surprise that Godou had been able to do such a thing, but I was more surprised that he knew where and when the bolt of lightning would strike.

"THE RAPTOR, THE GALE AND THAT DAMNABLE SWORD. THERE IS NO LONGER A DOUBT THAT THOU ART THE GOD-SLAYER I SEEK. HAHAHAHAHA." Melqart's thunderous laugh shook the air.

"THOU HAVETH MINE APPROVAL, BOY. NOT ONLY ART THEE SKILLED ENOUGH TO MASTER VERETHRAGNA'S DIVINE AUTHORITIES IN SUCH SHORT TIME, BUT TO HAVE THE METTLE TO SHOW THY BACK TO THE GREAT DIVINE KING. I AM QUITE PLEASED."

Melqart's voice boomed like thunder from the heavens. Although I feel like I must note that had I not already been surprised and puzzled by Godou's amazing and timely block, I would have been surprised when I suddenly heard the god switch to speaking in Japanese.

The golden sword in Godou's hands suddenly disintegrated into gold dust and he assumed a passive stance as he towards the sky.

"What are you talking about? All you've seen is the top of my head."

Normally I would not be surprise to hear a Campione talk cockily towards a god. But hearing Godou speak in an cold and displeased tone had stunned me. I've been told, by a trustworthy old friend and two great knights, that this specific young man was rather unemotional (and I see no reason for them to lie about it)... well most of the time. According to Erica, she has seen him exhibit rage, boredom, and even expressed minute gratitude. But those moments were during and after the battle with Verethragna, so I suppose it's possible that there might have been changes in Godou's personality since.

"HAHAHAHA!"

As Melqart's voice rumbled violently through the air. Lightning shot down from the sky again, this time hitting the dirt road about thirty meters away from the front of my home's now destroyed gate.

From the lightning, the body of a tall man was formed. The man before us stood well over two meters high. His body looked unusually solid and bulgingly and overwhelmingly muscular. His long tousled hair looked like it had never been cut or groomed, similarly his beard had been unkempt and completely covered the lower half of his face. His attire consisted of a tattered mantle of grubby cloth, leather breast plates and sandals.

There was no doubt in my mind, nor would it be on anyone's mind, that this imposing figure before us was a god.

"Now then, god-slayer of the orient, thou art to taketh the place of that god thou had slain."

"If I don't want to?"

"Hmmm, It does not seem like thou plans to evade a conflict. But one shall answer thee. Should thou choose not to fight me, then one shall leaveth thee alone. However know mine other intention! One will be sinking all these islands back into the sea. Hahahaha!"

"Is that a threat?"

"Hmph! These are my lands! I have left it be dirtied by humans for far too long! I will wash the filth away and reclaim them soon!"

Godou sighed again. "How troublesome. Now that I've heard that, I can't just let you go now."

"Mwahahahaha! I have no intention of running god-slayer. Shall we begin?"

Without wasting a heartbeat. Godou suddenly leapt into the air, reaching over fifteen meters despite the wind and rain, performed somersault, then aimed to land a leg drop at god. But it wasn't an ordinary leg drop. Even without my magic or my spirit vision, I noticed that Godou had gathered a lot of magic energy into his right leg.

Melqart did not dodge instead he faced it head on, raising his left arm to block the attack that seemed to be aimed at his head and readied his right arm to throw a punch.

But as Godou's attack connected. It was suddenly clear that it wasn't just a magically reinforced attack, but an attack backed up with the power of a divine authority. Because the moment Godou's leg touched Melqart arm, an explosion aimed downwards blasted at the god and threw around massive amounts of mud and debris.

Godou had immediately jumped away after the attack and purposely landing towards the side.

With the winds and rain, the rubble and muck was easily pushed away and we saw the result of Godou's preemptive strike. A large chunk of Melqart's arm had been torn off. The injury was deep enough to show the bone of the god's arm had been cracked.

"BWAHAHAHA! Well done, god-slayer! To think you could change forms almost as well as that guy. However, I would advise you not to get ahead of yourself. Even in myth, the warlord of the ever changing forms was just a minor character compared to me."

"Oh? And who are you supposed to be?" Godou asked almost smugly.

Lightning suddenly rained down on Godou in quick succession. Bolt after bolt after bolt after bolt, landed exactly where Godou was standing.

"Godou!" "Kusanagi Godou!" The girls call out to him.

And to our amazement, Godou was fine. He had caught all the lightning and had gathered it in his hand.

I had a vision of a majestic goat. It was undoubtedly one of Verethragna's incarnations and currently the power that Godou was using. I understood the requirements and effects of the divine form of the warlord. And something told me that Godou did too. But it seems that he had taken things a step further. Agitating a god, making him attack, taking the god's lightning, and mixing it into his own.

Godou then shot the lightning at Melqart who, like Godou, did not dodge lightning. I was not sure if he couldn't, or if his pride didn't allow him to. But the end result was injury that made the ripped flesh form his arm seem like a small thing.

But as expected of a god, that wasn't nearly enough to put him down. Rather than lower the god's resolve, Melqart seemed even more excited.

"BWAHAHAHA!" Melqart laughed again. Even though he was the only one that has been injured so far, he was clearly enjoying this battle.

"I see, so this the true form of the killer of Verethragna. I understand now. HAHAHA! How interesting! How very amusing!"

Melqart had declared those words into the heavens. And Godou suddenly braced for an attack.

Lightning shot down again. But this time, Godou evaded it with the speed of the raptor. He ran three hundred feet from where he once stood, which exploded as if a small meteor had suddenly fallen from the sky.

Mud, stone and water splashed into all directions. And at the spot where Godou had stood, was a gigantic club enveloped in lightning.

Then winds' speed increased and suddenly Godou gracefully stepped out of the way before another gigantic club, this time covered with wind, that swooped at him from the sky and crashed into the mud.

"O Yagrush! O Ayamur! The cloud rider summons thee!"

The clubs answered their master's call, like lightning and wind the returned to Melqart's hands.

"Rejoice! Young god-slayer! For I shall grant thou the honor of hearing mine heavenly name! I am Melqart! The divine king! The unyielding dragon slayer! The lord of all the seas! The master of the sky! And the king of the underworld! Mine names are plentiful, but on this island I am Melqart!"

"To think even Melqart would think so highly of him..." I heard Erica mutter.

I had wanted to ask about what she had meant, but for now focused most of my attention on the duel in front of us.

Liliana and Erica had claimed that they were going to assist him. But as expected, in a battle between a god and a Campione, even great knights would be careful.

On a side note, Ichirou had told me that Godou was rather athletic. Despite his difficulty in taking care of himself, he was very proficient in sports. His grades were well above average, although he was bad with languages and literature (especially essays). Translating those traits into what I'm seeing right now, Godou knew how to effectively move his body. And although it was obvious that he had no professional martial arts training, he was able to make swift decisions and use what little he did know (or have seen people do) to his full advantage.

But this is where the real fight begins. Although wounded and weakened, Melqart was now taking him seriously.

"Prepare yourself, god-slayer!" Melqart charged at and swung the club of lighting at Godou.

Godou caught the hand that swung the club barehanded and just as the club was inches from hitting his face.

I saw the image of a bull with golden horns. A symbol of strength. But it was just barely enough.

Melqart then swung the club of wind, while still pushing down with the club of lightning.

Godou quickly deflected the hand (Melqart's right) wielding the lightning club and jumped back.

Again I sensed that Godou was had switched to another form again. Gathering his magic power into his fist then charged straight towards Melqart.

Melqart was ready to receive the attack with his own. He swung the club of lightning to meet Godou's fist. For a moment I caught a glimpse of Godou's face, and saw a pleased smile crack as he saw Melqart's move.

'This young man baited Melqart?'

When wood and flesh connected a mighty explosion was the result.

More muck and rain flew in all directions covering the god and the young demon king from our view for a few moments. When the all the debris settled. The result was a mutilated right arm and a destroyed divine weapon.

Godou jumped far away just as Melqart followed with the club covered with wind. Melqart missed Godou by a hair's breadth, but it was enough to leave large gashes at the young god-slayer's back.

"BWAHAHAHA! Marvelous! Well done, brat! To think you would sacrifice your dominant arm to destroy my weapon."

Godou's face was contorted in pain, but I could tell from the strength of his eyes that wasn't enough to keep him down. Power spread throughout Godou's body and suddenly I saw another vision. A vigorous camel. And right before our eyes, Godou's arm painfully regenerated itself to perfect condition in just ten seconds.

"A sturdy opponent! Hahaha!" Unfazed, the god simply laughed after Godou healed himself. " But what shall thou do against this?!"

Melqart dropped the remains of the destroyed club and raised his right hand. An evil kind of force permeated the air. I did not need magic or spirit vision to know why. This malevolent feeling is from the form Melqart had taken into himself after ancient Christians demonized him into Beelzebub. The winds and rain stopped, but the sky only got darker. And we could easily see why.

Thoundsands- no- millions of locusts gathered in the sky and converged to our position.

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I watched as Godou's expression contorted into anger and frustration. But I could still see his determination, it did not seem like this was the full extent of his authority. No, my instinct was telling me that Kusanagi Godou was far from being backed into a corner. However it was clear that he was running out of something. He needed an edge. Something that would definitely turn the tide and soon.

It was then that I was hit with a vision once more... a warrior who wields a sword of brilliant gold, Verethragna's final incarnation, the Warrior.

I suddenly remembered that Godou had produced a golden sword. But it did not shine as brilliantly as the sword in my vision or the time when Verethragna used it against Melqart. Why? I soon recalled that gold was a symbol of wisdom and knowledge. Godou could not use it to its full potential because he lacked the knowledge of the entirety that is Melqart. I had sensed that Godou had used most of Verethragna's forms already and while great and skillfully used, most had not been expended at their full power. And even though I did not receive a vision for all of them, I knew that with just about every move Godou had made, he had used a incarnation's power.

The earlier conversation with the two great knights suddenly came to mind. I felt oddly excited.

I turned to the two knights and called to them. "Lady Erica, Lady Liliana,"

They turned their eyes away from the ever darkening sky and shifted their worried gaze on me.

"I intend to perform 'Instruction' on Kusanagi Godou." Their cheeks suddenly flared. I don't blame them, they were still are young maidens after all. "Could you two shield the two of us until the ritual is complete?"

"We could." Erica answered. "But won't Lily or I a better choice?"

I let out a small giggle at the comment. She was probably being polite. And despite how seemingly detached Godou was to things, it would be common sense to think that a young man would prefer a young woman. Still she also could have meant that I might be pushing myself too hard as it is.

"Perhaps... but are either of you ready to give your first kiss to a man you barely know?"

Both their faces turned a deeper shade of red.

"There is no pressure. But if you want to do it, I will hand over the task to one of you. However, I feel that we stand a higher chance of survival if I pass the knowledge while you two protect us."

Their faces still red, they looked at each other for a moment and soon nodded to a silent question.

"Very well, Sig- Lucretia. Leave the defense to us." I could only secretly smile at how Liliana suddenly cut herself from calling me with a respectful but elderly honorific.

"Oh! and one more thing. I'll require some assistance getting to his side."

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"Godou we'll-"

As we reached Godou's side, Erica was about to briefly tell him of our plan. But just after two words, Godou stopped her with a raised hand.

"I heard." He declared monotonously.

The girls were surprised. I then remember Ichirou mentioning that Godou possessed extraordinary sharp senses; but to hear us clearly from a far and in such a wide open field... for the moment I decided not to waste time pondering about it.

"In that case Godou-kun, this is your last chance to choose who'll you receive your first kiss first."

Godou barely reacted to that, while Erica and Liliana blushed but kept a firm stare on Godou.

"I've already had it... my first kiss." he said bluntly.

Now that was a surprise. Well I suppose even with his seemingly unresponsive exterior, he was a fairly good looking young man and was bound to attract at least one young lady.

"Hmmm... so it doesn't matter which one of us does the 'Instruction' then?"

"I don't mind. So long as who does it doesn't mind."

"I see. Very well. I hope you'll have no qualms with me then."

Godou shook his head. "Why would I?"

His reply came as a surprise, or rather I was surprised at how happy that made me feel. Even though they are two very different people, it seems like Kusanagi Godou is very much like his grandfather. I fear for all the women of the world.

"Then let us begin."

I closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms behind his neck as I did, and pulled him just close enough for our noses to touch. It was too bad he was just barely an inch taller than me, it would be a little more romantic if he was at least half a head taller. But he was still quite young, I cannot fault him for it.

As I looked into his eyes, I could not see any trace of shyness or hesitation. If anything, I saw a hint of anticipation and curiosity. It wasn't very flattering, but it didn't make me feel bad either.

Our lips touched and I started the spell.

From the feel of his kiss, although Godou had claimed that he had already kissed before, he was not very experienced. Or he might have said it simply because he did not wish to pressure Erica or Liliana. This meant that I had to lead and teach him how to kiss as well, because the deeper the connection, the faster the transfer. He has to want it, so that his resistance will not interfere with the spell.

So I kissed him deeper, gradually teasing his instincts to want my tongue. I felt the connection deepen. Our thoughts had linked.

I slowly poured the knowledge I had compiled on Melqart. His origins. His birth myth. The people that worshiped him. The gods he became associated with. The other names he became identified as.

It was a simple task that didn't require much thought if you've done it enough times. It was even simpler doing it this way, as the deeper connection acts like mental vacuum.

However, this link also shared our senses. And right now I'm experiencing a white noise.

Rustling of thousand of trees and leaves. The flapping of the wings of millions of locusts. The whistling of the wind. The heartbeats of four humans, a god and hundreds of small animals hiding underground. It was so clear... that I could tell with almost complete certainty where each and everything was just based from the sound. Were these the senses of a Campione? Or was it simply Godou's ears?

I tried not to let the sounds distract me, especially the sounds of two jealous hearts beating so closely.

I think I've come to understand this young man a little better.

With that feeling in mind, I kissed him even deeper. I tasted him. Funny how I cannot trace what he's been eating. Rather I savored his spirit, his essence and in turn gave him mine. I was overjoyed knowing that he lapped it all up and still thirsted for more. So imagine my disappointment when I had finished transferring the knowledge.

Our lips parted and the white noise was cut. There was a faint blushed in Godou's face, but I knew that it was from the heat of our kiss and not embarrassment. Too bad, he'd look cuter if he was even a little shy about what we just did. But that blush immediately left Godou's face as he turned his attention back to the god before us.

To my surprise, Melqart had yet to make a move against Godou or the two knights protecting us. Instead he had been waiting and watching with an amused grin. Well... he has attributes of fertility gods and lust demons after all.

"Quite daring god-slayer, to indulge thy passions with a woman right in the midst of battle! HAHAHAHAHA! I approve!"

Gods and Demon Kings really don't make sense, but being part of it made things feel even more ridiculous.

"Art thou ready now, god-slayer?"

Melqart's power voice felt like a powerful gust pushing at me, which caused me to lose my balance. Fortunately Godou easily caught me.

"Liliana, Erica, please take Lucretia and move somewhere safer."

I turned to the two knights. They looked almost disappointed that the plan to defend Godou and me from an attack had gone been unnecessary, but they dutifully nodded at Godou's request. The visions I've been having had drained what little magic I had recovered since Melqart's and Verethragna's battle. I had to consume my stamina to cast 'Instruction' on Godou. At this point I was feeling fatigued to the point that I could no longer stand and had needed to be carried. But I wanted to see how this battle ended. It wasn't every day that a god-slayer was born. And it certainly isn't every day that you can watch a battle between a one and a god. (Nor should one be so stupid to... but we're only human.)

Once we were clear, Godou made his move.

"Behold the words of this incantation! Eloquent and powerful. Victory is justice. And victory is mine. I am the warrior. The one who wields wisdom as a sword. Power is Victory. My words is power. Thus my words will bring forth... Victory!"

From Godou's voice, words became magic and magic became material, the material clumped together and became a sword- Verethragna's brilliant sword of gold. Unlike the sword he had summoned earlier, to protect us and himself from Melqart's lightning, this new sword was a long sword and shone brightly like a star.

Godou points the sword right at Melqart.

"Melqart! You were a god born in the ancient Middle East. Baal was your true name. And you were originally the sky god worshiped by primitive nomadic tribes. In those ancient times, people viewed you as the infinite unbounded sky."

Godou's words once again became material. Forming more and more swords around him.

"But you were not just the sky god. The ancient nomadic tribes of Asia had defiled your essence. You also became the storm."

"Hmph! No truer words. I am the storm and the rain. The blessing and destruction from the sky!" Melqart yelled excitedly.

"Let us see how well you've forged your swords!" Melqart said as he threw his remaining club at Godou.

All of swords summoned by Godou's spell words at this point gathered and acted like a barrier around him. Some of the swords shattered when the club shrouded in wind clashed with them. But the fragments simply became new swords once again.

"You are the sky god of storms, worshiped by nomadic tribes. But people are greedy, the nomadic tribes attacked settlers and you were twisted into a god war."

The swarm of golden swords doubled. Some of them even gathered around us.

"HAHAHA! The weak should bow down to the strong! That is the truth of the world!"

"The settled people worshiped gods of the land and sea. These gods were symbolized by the sacred beast, the Dragon. Hence, Melqart, is the hunter of dragons!"

Once again Godou's arsenal doubled. In this patch of land, where the sky had turned pitch black, looked as bright as day with the glow of the golden swords.

With a wave of the long sword in his hand, Godou started his attack. Half of the swords shot straight at Melqart, like arrows and missiles. But all of them were warded off or blocked by a locust. The swords shattered but quickly returned to Godou's side.

"HAHAHA! Is that the limit of your blade's sharpness?"

Godou sucked his teeth in annoyance. But soon his eyes clearly showed that he was not even close to being done.

"King... Baal! Baalzebub! When people of a different religion conquers the people of another, the gods of the defeated become demons. But even then, you were the king. A demon commanding legions. The one that has usurped the throne. The king of destruction! King Baal!"

Godou raised the long sword in his right hand and suddenly all the other swords converged towards it. The long sword changed shape. It curved. It gained teeth. It grew to an impossible size. It grew in an impossible length. It's pommel wrapped itself onto it's wielder's hand. But one thing remained the same... it was glowing in brilliant gold.

"So you wish to slay mine demon name?! Come and try, god-slayer!"

The swarm of locusts that had been blotting out the sky congregated onto Melqart. The swarm fed him power and allowed him to grow into the Dragon Slaying Tyrant.

But rather than be awed by or fear Melqart's new size, Godou smiled as if everything had gone as planned.

Suddenly he called out to the sky.

"O Immortal Sun, I beseech thee, grant radiance to the Stallion. O Stallion that move with godlike and wondrous grace, hasten forth before me. For victory!"

The dark could showed cracks of light that increasingly got brighter. At the brightest spot, the clouds vanished and a shining white stallion galloped down from the sky. The Stallion rushed not towards Godou side and neighed out loud.

And to our surprise, Godou patted the Stallion's side with his free hand without catching fire. To think that the unmountable horse could be touched so carelessly and without repercussions. But perhaps it was because the Stallion is one of Verethragna's forms, and now Godou's, thus can be seen as an extension of his body despite appearing as a separate entity.

A golden bridle and a golden saddle appeared on the horse, allowing Godou to easily mount it.

With one hand on reins. Godou ordered the Stallion to charge. The Stallion jumped into the sky and galloped until it almost reached the clouds. Then began its dive. It raced faster and faster towards Meqlart.

The remaining club had apparently returned to Melqart's hand and had increased in size with him. With all his herculean might, Melqart swung the club at Godou and his mount.

But he missed! Godou jumped off the Stallion and into the sky. The Stallion continued it's rush, towards its master's target- Melqart. The Stallion exploded into sacred flames and engulfed the giant form of the dragon slaying tyrant. The divine king roared out in pain. And before Melqart could recover to counter or put out the sacred flames. Godou dealt the final blow, slashing him in half with the over sized sword of gold.

The sword shattered when he reached the ground. The Stallion's flames, however, continued to burn Melqart's body. With his last bit of strength he could summon, Godou changed into the form of the raptor and appeared in front of us though still facing Melqart.

His breathing was hard, rapid and haggard. Sweat heavily trickled down his body and soaked his clothes.

"Hmph... to think I would be defeated by a day old whelp." Although Melqart was burning and had his body bisected, his voice had become part of the wind. "And even with thy strength down to the very limits, thou has kept thy guard well. I shall not lie, god-slayer. I would love nothing more than to hit thee with one final attack. But thy sword was splendidly forged. Victory belongs to thee."

Still, Godou's guard did not falter. If anything he was gathering every trickle of power in his body for one more attack if the need arose.

"HAHAHA! Truly a magnificent warrior. Live long, god-slayer. I will definitely settle this score one day."

With those last words the divine king's body broke and vanished; along with it the sacred flames.

The winds died down and sky cleared up. Everything seemed to return to normal.

"Congratulations, Godou. You've killed your second god." Erica applaud the young king with a impressed smile.

"Kusanagi Godou, you fought valiantly." Liliana praised.

"Godou-kun, on behalf of all the people in Sardinia, I thank you for saving our island." I thanked him. Silently I added "And for protecting us."

Godou turned towards us. His face was deathly pale and his eyes looked half dead.

"Godou?" "Kusanagi Godou?" "Young man?" The three of us called to him at the same time.

He then collapsed onto the ground.

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Godou had immediately fallen asleep the moment, Melqart's presence had vanished. The girls would have probably fought over the right to carry him to a room had I not been present. Erica, surprisingly, had delegated the task to Liliana and Erica had carried me in.

According to Erica, Godou had healed and resurrected in just hours after killing Verethragna. He woke up ten or so hours later. It was reasonable to assume that he would wake up in approximately the same amount of time. But he is a Campione, and that alone, entitled him to defy common sense and logic... he could wake up in a few hours or a few minutes. Or two days from now. It's hard to say.

The two girls had gone to town to buy a ingredients for a feast in the name of the youngest king. I had taken this free time to get some rest myself.

I wondered what kind of authority had the young man usurped from the divine king...

I traced my lips... I could still feel his heat on them.

How strange...

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Chapter Five: End

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Chapter End Notes: Another reason for delays, was that upon deciding that I don't have to stick to the canon very closely at all, I went on a hunt for anime and manga with mythological aspects similar to Campione (like Omamori Himari and Wagaya no Oinari-sama) and I eventually got distracted. I intend to cross over characters, for story and possible romances, because I tend to dislike making OC for fanfiction (I'll do it if I really have too, but if I don't, I'd rather use characters modified to fit the fanfic's world). If you guys know other anime or manga characters that might go well with Campioneverse please pm or note it in your review. (I might use it or just want to read it.)

And I recently realized that one other thing causes delays. I realized that when it comes to scenes of even slightly sexual nature... I tend to get shy and 'alt-tab' to something else (like a game or manga) to distract myself then accidentally forget that I was supposed to be writing.

As you might have noticed, I have changed the effects of the Authorities usurped from Verethragna. Though some are still more or less the same, I've change the conditions and restrictions of most of them. Why? Because I want Godou to be awesome. Sure a struggling hero, is nice and engaging, but this is a Campione! fanfic, and Campiones tend to defy the norm!