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Chapter 2: Konichiwa…ht THE FUCK?!
'Riddle me, is the question came from your own, or from the ones who sent you, ojou-sama?'
" , what are your concern regarding the recent rogue Artificial Intelligence I.S that you have created?"
"Nephilim-san, could you please specify what is the name of your newly developed I.S unit?"
"Senore Nephilim, please do explain what do you mean with your statement of the 5th gen I.S you built!"
It was an eventful day for I.S Academy celebrating its triumph mark in mankind progression by upholding a grand exhibition. VIPs from all over the world: Artistes, celebrities attending this event to boost their reputation in showbiz, which he did not give a shit about. He was more concerned with them whose interest were put on the high end walking weapon that only females could use. Those guys, them… were businessmen, superior ranked military officers, people with political influences whose hands were filth with bloody money for they did not hesitate to eliminate those whom got into their way by using all means of warring conflict against each other. The army of the devils. For they acted like ones based on his view.
He was standing on a podium together with an old man on the peak of his lifetime but still could stand tall on his legs whom dressed tidily in black serving as his butler. Camera blitz was drawn toward both men but more toward The Butler for the strange mechanism embedded on his right eye. The Nephilim through a pair of hollow points positioning at his eyes that carved on an additional layer of his face consisted of a thick clay painted in black taking shape of a wicked smiling clown, he eyed the news starving reporters whom shot countless interrogative questions which he believed himself had provided each question a clear answer already.
Fuck. That was just even 1 day ago. He irritated.
The Nephilim was a fresh rising figure. His major private company known as Sparda INC was well renowned throughout the entire world specializing in weapons R&D. Although it was a brand new company for only seven months ago to be exact, the company itself had successfully secured a lot of promising deals gaining their composure on top of the world in such a short interval. This outstanding and shocking achievement of his, drawing other companies in similar boat around the world for a joint venture.
What's more shocking was, he turned all of them instantly no matter how successful they were in the subject itself that the profit gained would ensure The Nephilim's lifetime for 7 even 10 generations-even if one or two of his bloodline afterwards fucked up with the legacy he was currently building. Money was not in his interest list. Neither does ambition nor loyalty for all weapons he sold- some were given for free to those whom needed no matter bad or good were eventually distributed throughout the world.
Another crazy thing was, the balance of the world remained intact despite being criticized by activists also politicians for its devastative power they wielded. Would he be flinched from those responses? Hell no. A lot of people even acknowledged that the world was heading to a better place in its own way for his creations anchored down the I.S development giving those who did not able to wield it a sense of confidence for being able to slightly matching them. Without pain, there won't be a change.
The craziest thing was for his identity shrouded in darkness. Nothing slightest from the Nephilim ever slipped to the media spotlight. The Nephilim knew that foolishness was inside the humans' nature to let curiosity fueled their thirst of knowledge ignoring the danger ahead in order to obtain the answer.
How did he manage to secure all those business deals in the first hand? What is his real name? Whose face lied behind that freakish mask? What dark secrets that The Nephilim possessed?
For those questions were remained unknown. He had his right hand holding a sheathed katana. Other slightly weighted down his federova covering the camera blitz, then using the same hand reaching for the mike toward his mouth. The moment that those reporters had been waiting for had finally come as if it was revelation from God.
"First, my concern about the recent rogue artificial I.S, is, it is not going rogue. I programmed that I.S for a countermeasure scenario in case that an attack occurred on it before ready for a fully deployment, for instance, the stealing attempt prompted by Phantom Task 5 days ago. The A.I operator will pilot the I.s for an escaping measure until Sparda INC fixed a location of her. During that period, it also beginning a search for its personal operator to pilot itself. Now, not all female candidates could pilot it as it will run through an intense check throughout all aspects. By this, I mean that the suitable candidate must have a good physical build. Especially morale." He replied loud and clear.
Infinite Stratos Academy or ISA to be shorten of, was a solely academy in Japan built for I.S candidates throughout the globe to learn about piloting an I.S while functioning as a boarding school at the same time. In addition, it also served as a core R&D station developing 'better' I.S for a future purpose... which he seen as 'Deadlier' instead for a reason had taken his interest to participating in the development itself. However, where there's a light, then there would be a darkness following by. The Phantom Task was the dark side of I.S Academy. This group of highly trained scumbags' heart was as black as the devil's. They would not hesitate to kill, rising chaos disturbing balance of countries, in addition stealing I.S-es which his company was suffering recently despite being equipped with a superior defense systems he developed himself. Was his company's countermeasure system not strong enough to fend them off?
No. They were slightly stronger than his.
For he had predicted this kind of occurrence would happen, breathing in relief knowing that the A.I inside his I.S somewhat successfully shook off the heat chase. If someone made a discovery on the I.S, for unsuitable candidate, it would negate the trigger and rendered inactive form before resumed on its pilgrimage.
Then what if the Phantom Task triggered his I.S instead?
In case shit went south far away, not only Phantom Task, but whoever possessed a hostile threat toward the I.S he made or tampered with it outside The Nephilim's own hand, then it simply would go boom. He calculated that the strength of the explosion was much less equal toward 10 Little Boy which were dropped in Hiroshima and Nagasaki back in 1945's. The question of the explosion radius was lingered as The Nephilim still hadn't figured out how big a China was.
Also, in order to prevent getting tracked by any party outside his, the I.S he made sent an anti-pulse sonar fending off any pings reaching it. The I.S would only flared out its location only when being triggered by its suitable candidate. Keeping these information classified, he only hoped that his I.S did not resort to the extreme measure. Question was, when the suitable candidate would be piloting his high end creation for he had not inputted the pilot requirements by himself yet. In other words, the A.I would judge its owner itself.
He continued, "Following the 5th gen I.S, I believe that both myself and my butler have thoroughly explained it already. For a quick recap, the 5th gen I.S is an upgraded version of the 4th gen I.S and most features are the same except faster performance to switch the purpose of the I.S depending on the situation itself and carrying a maximum amount of 2 Fold Out armors. Yes. 2 Fold Out armors, in other words, two goddamn forms including the default state. Nothing more nor less. That's it. No other additional features unless Tabane Shinonono wants to tamper with it or creating her version of 5th or even 6th gen I.S by herself or working together with me which I hate to repeat myself that I don't give a shit about." He continued. "No comments and if you people are tempting me with the same topic question over and over again, I swear that I am not going to answer no matter what. By the way, the name of the unit I created is DMC. Further information will be given through my butler whenever I want to. Thank you."
The Nephilim dropped the mike down. The reporters were in uproar with questions shot toward him. Nevertheless, he had already on his feet from the stage passing through the people whom got held back by fences, setting his destination toward the main entrance of ISA following by his butler. Just then, he eyed a young girl fighting her way off toward the crowds until their eyes met. By this time, he stopped for a moment.
"My lord…"
"Just a short moment Phinneas."The Nephilim raised index finger. "A minute or two won't kill them."
"As you wish." Phinneas had his hand on chest solemnly bowed.
Rewarding the young girl his close present when she managed to shorten the distance between her and The Nephilim, the only thing that separated them was the iron fence. However, her effort was soon to be astonished when the crowds made gathering closer like an army of ants toward the Nephilim as if he was a huge chunk of sugar.
"He…lp…"She gasped as squeezed by the crowds.
"Hold onto this."
The Nephilim passed his katana to his butler. He leaped the fence fending off the crowds a little bit backward. With a quick but accurate search toward the crowds with his eyes, he reached the girl's hand and pulled her up before she was passed away from getting suffocated by the crowds.
"Back off! I said, Back off!" He barked.
The Nephilim took the girl toward the center aisle where he made his way toward the ISA entrance. Finding a clear spot to take a breather, the girl thanked her savior before getting into her business. It's common for The Nephilim to ignore reporter's questions for he had anticipated all of them beforehand. But not this one as he got a feeling that he would be entertained.
The young girl had a long wavy hair in blonde. She was tall, guessing that she was around 175 cm much or less. Her eyes were crystal blue reflecting the color of an ocean while her figure was good looking petite.
"Arigatou, gozaimas, Nephilim…san." The girl panted.
"Take your time to breathe ojou-sama."The Nephilim replied as he received his blade again.
The crowds booed for the unfair treatment. Jeering at the young lady he saved drove his patience to his limit.
"SILENCE!"
A violent wind blasting throughout the crowds. Some of them touched their neck as if something sliced their neck. Afraid to make any commotion, The barbaric reporters immediately silenced in instant.
"Now, if you are kind enough ojou-sama, do please tell this lowly being your name." The Nephilim took off his federova revealing his tidily combed beautiful silvery hair captivating all people as he bowed cracking a joke introducing himself.
No one but the blonde young lady chuckling to his joke. "Arigatou-gozaimas, Nephilim-san. As you wish. The name's Patty Lowell." She flashed her ID "Student of IS Academy, Newspaper Club."
"Well now, aren't you an…interesting one I met so far? Not everyday that I could get a chance to be interviewed by a student, especially one from IS Academy itself." The Nephilim rose back fixing his federova to its original position. "Now go on. Do ask me."
"Alright, since I believe that you are in a hurry, well, my questions are simple." She presented a recording device, flicking it on. "I always see that you are wearing that freakish mask and carrying that katana wherever you go. Why? Next, do you have any spare mask to wear beside the one you are currently wearing? Finally, when do you intend to show your face toward the public?"
Patty could hear the nervous gulping from the crowds in distant, however trying to stay confident ignoring the disturbance aware of herself that asking something taboo. No. No way that these questions are crossing the lines. She thought to herself.
The Nephilim positioning his fist on cheek going for a thinking position.
"No one ever asked me those questions before." He voice was low pitched threateningly "Riddle me, is the question came from your own, or from the ones who sent you, ojou-sama?
Both of Patty's legs were shaken. 'Oh shit. She's done for.' 'Fool!' 'She should not ask him those questions!' Noises of discouragement filled the air. Never thought herself that he would backfire her own question. She thought that slightly touching a private matter of The Nephilim was better comparing to the common issues of him developing an I.S. She was paying the price of being unique, was something unpleasant she's experiencing now. However, she did not back down. Muster up her courage then bailing her fist that covered in sweat, she rose her chest locking her eyes straight through The Nephilim's mask.
"These questions came from both myself and the ones who sent me, Nephilim-san." She answered proudly yet bravely.
"And what makes you think I should answer those questions of yours?"
"Because others are chicken shitted to ask you these. No?" Patty answered without flinched nor drifting her eyes off.
The Nephilim chuckled then suddenly burst into laughter.
"BRAVO! FANTASTIC! I Like your questions. Hell, I like YOU!" He pointed Patty, who was even more surprised from his sudden change of reactions. "Goddamn straight you are, ojou-sama! You got some balls to ask me these, which reminds me of him. "
Him? Patty thought to herself wondering to herself.
"You gain my respect toward you and I mean it. You deserve my respect!" The Nephilim continued.
"Does that mean that my question not offended you?" she puzzled.
"Do they?" The Nephilim lively shrugged making him looked friendly despite of the mask he wore. "Nah…Ima cool with 'em. Okay, let's start from the reason of me carrying this katana around is simply because it's my father's memento. Call it a personal attachment just like a child who doesn't want to be separated from his toy robot, the same thing applies to me. For this mask on the other hand, It's a promise to myself that until I meet him again, I will not take this thing off. Unfortunately that I don't have any other masks beside this one for they did not suit my taste. Did I satisfy your curiousity, ojou-sama?"
"Yes, but one thing that concerns me, who is him that you are talking about?"
The Nephilim remained silent for a moment. He inhaled.
"My… brother." He voice was slightly shaking. "And he's dead."
Patty could feel a sense of resentment from his tone mixed with guilt. The statement drove the crowds to talk in secret, whispering some sort of conspiracy theory about The Nephilim's brother as they were making stories based upon it. Somehow she shared that feeling The Nephilim had, bearing responsibility for it.
Patty flicked her recorder off. Stuffing it into her pocket then bowing to The Nephilim.
"I'm sorry for asking you that."
"No need to." The Nephilim assured. "What's done is done. 'sides, it's good for once in a while to reminiscing the past."
"Alright. I'll take my leave then. Thank you very much for your time. Arigatou gozaimas Nephilim-san."
"The pleasure's mine."
A sudden, powerful explosion bloomed from the ISA's entrance. Following by an deafening impactful shockwave punched everyone on the area without exception to the floor. The Nephilim recovering himself from the floor. Once he took a glance toward the source of explosion, the sky was covered in multiple blink in red. In a split of second, The Nephilim knew what those blinks were.
The sky was raining with shards of glass.
"THE FUCK?!" The Nephilim shouted.
The Nephilim diverting his attention toward Patty. He rushed toward her side, getting on top of her. Gritting his teeth, The Nephilim letting himself to be rained with those lethal small sized objects.
"F…Fuck!" He got up from Patty. "You alright, ?"
Patty stood up from the floor. By this time already, The Nephilim turned his back toward her so she could eye that certain areas of the dark blue coat he's wearing became darker. The Nephilim stripped his coat, revealing a white T-shirt stained by blood gushing out from shards that nesting on his fresh opened wounds.
"Yes. I am alright. But Nephilim-san, you have to get a medical attention as soon as possible!"
"Too late for that already."
Patty did not understand what he meant until second next that 5 humanoid female figures clad in gleaming metallic black armors landed on the ground where his press conference took place at. Those figures instantly waved their guns at people. Screams of panic erupted when orange sparks erupted from the tip of their guns splattering blood from bodies whom got shots at. Chaos following by when the crowds running for their lives while the figures thrashing out the place.
"Milord, we have to leave now!" Phinneas urged as he pulled out a MP5K underneath his coat.
"No! Just get to the safety!" The Nephilim commanded. "Not yet until I deal with these bitches!"
"Very well, at least let me treat your wound!"
"No time for that Phinneas!" The Nephilim by reflex ebbed sideway letting something straight flew passed by an inch of his cheek. "Shit!"
"Imbecile demons!" The old butler yelled firing the gun at the controllable rhythm on their assailant, then grabbing Patty by her arm "This way, !"
"Y…Yes!" She obeyed. "Be safe Nephilim-san!"
She took her leave lead by Phinneas. Making sure that those two were already on the move, The Nephilim positioned himself behind those two and had already his right hand on his katana hilt. One of the figure unloading a burst of shots toward those two.
Time began slowing down in his sight. Reading the trajectory of the incoming projectiles in instant, The Nephilim drew his blade, quickly connecting his blade to the bullets causing the sky flashing with a total of 5 orange sparks.
As he completely sheathing his sword back, 5 bullets were apparently perfectly aligned in front of his feet as well as time returned to its original state. Witnessing the bizarre act drove his attackers, especially the one who took the shot, dazed and hesitated to act.
"Yare-yare daze." The Nephilim casually crouching, going for his federova laying next by his feet before fixing it on top of his head. "Bitches, I'm the one who you should play with."
A cold murderous demeanor aura pushed those figures back. Their legs began shaking with anxiety when The Nephilim slightly bent his body forward while having his hand on his blade as he took a stance. Then, as they witnessed a pair of blue lights blinking from the empty void of his mask, it was already had become the moment when their fate was sealed.
"Judgement…Kato." He pronounced in deadly harmony.
He flicked his blade out of its sheath in one motion all in a flash. A deafening rings struck their ears next, the air around them suddenly dropped drastically letting cold breezes of wind randomly brushing each person's different body parts.
The Nephilim slowly sheathing his sword back. Quitting his stance, weighting his federova downward, he calmly walked passed those figures.
"May God have mercy on your souls as you repent your sins in hell."
Those 5 figures' body parts slowly began to fell apart one by one. Screams of agony shrieking out from their throat before becoming a nasty gurgle as blood spraying out from throat before bursting out from their decapitated head showering The Nephilim with blood as it gathering to form a pool of blood from a gory view of those figures' dismembered bodies.
The Nephilim gritted his teeth as the wound previously finally taken an effect on his body. Nevertheless, he strolled toward ISA hoping that the academy had not reached a pandemonic state…yet.
Dante stood idly facing 3 figures honing guns at him, while the other 2 drew a blazing hot plasma blades pointing him. Clad in radiant armor exactly just like before he set afoot in this academy's exhibition. He had both arms reaching to the sky.
"Uhh…Konichiw..."
He leapt backward when one of the figure slashed downward, moving sideway avoiding another cut from the other figure, then dashing backward once again to create a gap in a split of second before a burst of fire nailed where he was standing at before.
"…aht THE FUCK?!" Dante shouted.
Nevertheless, those figures were remained hostile toward Dante at which, he learn that its useless to talk to them nicely. He turned his fists into rock hard, bent one of his feet forward as he taking a fighting stance.
"Let's dance bitches!"
As he finished, a metallic cover shifted over his mouth beneath his neck.
How did Dante get tangled into this mess? Stay tuned for Dante's badass kicking counterattack in Chapter3 and the very first mission in this story of ' Smile! You are in the camera.' And hell, I always write whatever came into my mind and I don't give a shit about the game, manhua nor anime series of I.S and DMC. Oh well, reviews and suggestions always open. This story can't progress without respective readers' opinion, that means YOU. Yeah, YOU who are reading this story in the moment. Oh yeah, there's a poll I am going to pull in my profile. Hope you can help me in that for the next chapter.
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