Chapter 14
If you get bored waiting for this story, you can read the author's other story: Que Dieu vous benisse, May God bless you.
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"Do you seriously believe him?" Growled Keigo.
The Seraphs and Ryoma were in Kunimitsu's office room. Clearly, Keigo was not the only one upset over this sudden outburst of information by the demi-god.
"Ryoma, demi-gods don't appear in front of angels. Even if they do, by rare appearances, they do not meddle with us. They never, never ever, before, talked to angels. They just don't." Seiichi told Ryoma gently, in a tone that was used on little angels that good doesn't exist*.
Ryoma shook his head, "Then who is he, standing outside?"
The 5 Seraphs look at each other; there were no answer.
"He's the real deal. He is, I know it."
"Ryoma, none of us have met a demi-god," Kunimitsu stated in a matter-of-fact way, "And I'm the oldest of us."
"So?"
The 6 of them were quiet, for a long time.
"It's not an Archangel of Mysteries' nature to say this, but I shall. They do come in contact with us," Syusuke broke the silence. The other 5 turned to look at him.
Syusuke sighed, "We do the talking. But even so, we hadn't spoken in eons. Just like what Sei mentioned, demi-gods do their own things and we do ours. We both answer up to the greater one up above but our roles don't mix. They meddle with affairs of the earth and turns of fates. We just handle the security issues, largely our role of existence actually. Damn, I'm already breaking my own rules by telling you guys all these…"
Ryoma raised an eyebrow, "How much more are there?"
"More than you'll ever know."
A head peaked out from behind the wooden doors, "As much as I'm thrilled that the top-dogs of the angels are interested in finding out about my kind, time's a-ticking!"
"Are you listening in on us?!" cried Ryoma. He knows full well of the implications of angels listening in on the Highers' meetings; this is the Seraphs' meeting.
"Difficult not to when I have super-duper hearing," he winked at Ryoma, "I'll tell you guys more but as of now, let's decide on the strategy."
"What strategy?" asked Genichirou, Seraph of War.
"To war, of course!"
They settled down in what looked like an amphitheatre with white marble stone seats in more than a semi-circle. The Highers from all over have been called for an urgent meeting. The only ones absent were either on duty, away or keeping the system running. The angels have heard and they have understood; they were not happy.
"What war?! Aren't we still in control?"
"What's this Leviadon business? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"We'll only risk ourselves."
"It's too small a matter!"
Ryoma hissed at the group of older (and louder) Highers, "Which part of demon do not you understand?!"
Surprisingly, the angry form of the small angel was a figure to behold. An aura of spirit hung over him and the masses quieted down.
"Dare to call yourselves angels, disgraceful!" Ryoma continued, "I refuse to stay, I'll go. With …" He looked at the demi-god, "I haven't asked your name."
"And that, my friend, should have been your second question. No worries, it's Sekehl."
"With Sekehl, the demi-god. You can continue to rest your fattening butts wherever you like!"
Ryoma stole a look at his 5 would-be lovers, deeply disappointed that they had only sat by while they had discussed the news, having no opinions or reactions.
"I shall accompany our youngest." Syusuke suddenly stood up, his blue wings flaring brightly in the light.
"As shall I," the Seraph of Death loomed over the masses gathered in the amphitheatre, "Our youngest have our support."
By that, Ryoma realized that they had actually been supporting him. Maybe they weren't keen, but they were willing to trust him and follow him. Was it him or had he somehow been including among them? Him and the Seraphs, who were the oldest, wisest and the highest of them all?
The other three came up to him.
"I will try to rally as much support as I can," smiled Tezuka, "I will then after, shortly join you."
"I will amass my warriors, I will not tolerate any trouble-making," Genichirou threatened slightly, brushing the forehead of Ryoma with his lips, "Stay safe."
"What else can Ore-sama do? I'll see if I can pull any strings as see what's the wind behind all these hoo-hahs," Keigo looked at the ruffled feathers of the Highers' wings, "Then you can witness the great Ore-sama in combat."
Ryoma looked at them with gratitude and turn around to fly off with Syusuke and Seiichi. Following tightly behind was the swarm of blue and black angels, looking formidable and the demi-god on tow.
They had arrived at an oceanic earth, data of which the latest demonic activity seems to surge at that area. Data was, of course, given by their trusty data-master. This earth was mainly covered with water. Yellow Earth, it was called; for the waters are yellow and they covered 87 percent of the surface area. The lands are blue, seemingly to cower at the north corner of the earth; Ryoma and gang were heading down further south. There were white lands there.
Ryoma knew from the maps when they had discussed briefly in Seiichi's office room with the other official Highers that they were heading to what was called 'Isles of Sunken Gods' where the people on Yellow Earth had once travelled there for cult-worship and sacrifices. But that was long over; the people there now had technology that allowed them to 'plane-jump' to 2 other existing earths. However, the magic and power still lingered there, which they had inferred were what Leviadon was after.
"Damn, this place looks like a scene from Indiana Jones!" An Archangel from Syusuke's department commented loudly. Seiichi turned to pass the angel what Ryoma had witnessed many times before- a negative 273 degrees look.
Syusuke chuckled, "Jioku had spent too long times at the Blue Earth, having a penchant for old entertainment. What are they called?"
"Movies…" Said the Archangel softly.
"Focus. Else it'll get you killed." Was the curt reply from Seiichi. Ryoma noted that the Seraph of Death was really focussed. Not nervous-focus, but excited-focus. Though Seiichi still maintained the composed look but Ryoma can't help but feel that Seiichi might be doing what he is most comfortable at- eliminating existence.
The Isles were covered by a canopy of shield; the angels had no cover but only to hide behind the darken clouds in the sky. They had discussed the plan beforehand, Seiichi was to lead a full on battle with any demons on sight, Syusuke to find where the activity was the highest and destroy whatever was going on. Ryoma was to find the location of the portal, the sneak attack of the smallest angel and the least prominent one of them all.
"What in the heavens are they…" Ryoma spied the demons mutilating themselves. They cut off arms and legs and heads off themselves and laid them on the ground whenever they wish. Soon, the grounds was covered with moving demon parts. Ryoma felt his stomach surge up with acid.
Seiichi raised a hand. He was going in first for battle. Seiichi felt that the cutting was the signify of something starting; he could lose no more time. With the spread of wings, he rode darkness and his own brand of creatures appeared with him. With hell came hell-creatures, but Seiichi's were the original version of them. Creatures that only existed in nothingness and in darkness, rose and came alive around him, teeth gaping, wings flapping and drool. Ryoma shuddered. Syusuke only look upon them with a glance, even patting one, Ryoma thinks it's something of a cross between a dragon and a griffin, on the head. That one stood by the side of Seiichi and it followed him down, the scream of which were ear piercing and heart- shattering that even the biggest of demons seemed to cower before it.
Ryoma felt as though something was a little off. Where was Leviadon?
"Looking for Leviadon?" a symphony of celestial music and tiny beats of a butterfly's wings rang next to his ear.
"Sekehl! Where were you!" Ryoma leaped backwards, shocked.
"Oh, just getting some friends to come along. They'll be dropping back soon… in.. Now." A horde of shining bright creatures appeared before him. They seem to peer down at the Isle and discussed among themselves in languages that seem to be a collection of musical sounds. One turned and noticed Ryoma, giving him a wide smile before turning back to the discussion. A tall willowy female looking sauntered over, sizing Ryoma up.
"We'll not be functioning with you. You can go and play along. We'll handle to the portal from here. I know where it is."
Ryoma nodded his head, eyes still blinking, trying to take in all of this female demi-god. She seemed to not notice his discomfort.
She sniffed, "I used to be worshipped here. But no longer. Time's gone is fun's lost; I'd love more of those juicy goodness…" And she wandered off back to the group of demi-gods.
"She's a little… off, but it'll do. Just stay safe and do what angels do!" Sekehl giggled. Ryoma was a little awe-struck and baffled at the atrocity of the demi-gods. Thankfully they didn't work together.
"Just look out for the demon with horns on his arms, those are his prized collection." Said Sekehl.
"Prized… You don't mean?"
"Oh, he sticks them into his arms every time he conquers a demon. Kind of like humans who wear scales-like clothes on themselves. Unappealing but shows, I guess, something."
"Ew." Ryoma scrunched up his nose, he thought for a while and asked, "How did you know the demons were planning something today?"
"That my little angel, should have been your third question. You wouldn't think I wouldn't have spies amongst the demons?" He chuckled and disappeared. Appearing a little later on the Isles, effectively disjointing a demon twice his height who seem to advance upon Seiichi. Seconds later, the demi-gods erupted onto the Isles.
Syusuke smiled, "Let's join in the fun," and he raised creatures from the oceans, his ponytail flapping in the gust of water that surrounded his entity. They joined the rest in battle. Ryoma and a separate team of angels hung back. Ryoma scanned around, looking for something. Then, he saw it, an armful load of horns, Leviadon. He was going to conquer the one, thought the little ambitious angel and his power swelled.
*Once again, similar to how we say 'Santa Claus and Easter Bunny do not exist'