Commissioned by Connor Worsnop! Short set-up chapter, but hope ya enjoy it! Might write another one quickly cause i feel bad for the length!

The scorched ground crunches beneath my boots, my eyes never leaving the burned and severed figure before me, trying and failing to crawl away from me.

Loviatar, the Finnish Goddess of Death and Disease, a long forgotten Deity.

One that, due to the lack of worship towards her, tried to cling onto her meaningless existence by committing vile acts.

Spreading horrid diseases across villages and cities, sometimes even bringing a great amount of death upon poor, innocent people.

And all it took was just one blow to reduce her into this state. Holy Light is truly the bane of anything evil, even Evil Gods.

I step forward and kick the Goddess on her back, wrinkly and bony face scrunched up hatefully, pitch black eyes burning holes through my armor.

"You won't have a good end, God-Killer!" God-Killer, the title the Supernatural World gave me after I killed my third vile God.

And Loviatar is my sixth now.

So I snort at her, skewering Neo-Longinus right through her chest the very next second, her squeals of pain filling the empty scorched plains I launched her into so to avoid any collateral damage to nearby settlements.

I lift her in the air, watching as the body upper half of her body starts smoking and burning. "I will gladly accept my death with open arms when my time comes, instead of pathetically clinging onto life through vile acts."

The vile Deity screeches at my words, trying and failing to claw at my face and pluck my eyes with her broken fingers, only to be stopped by the impenetrable wall of my armor.

"We Gods are needed, you foolish, dumb mortal!"

I sneer and twist Neo-Longinus. "Only the benevolent ones are needed. You evil filth have overstayed your welcome." My spear lights up, releasing a terrifying hum that shakes the very land.

And with another twist, I tear the spear out by slicing upward, splitting the Goddess's skull in half before she could say anything else.

Her corpse instantly starts inflating the moment it falls on the ground, the buzzing of flies and the stench of death filling the air.

With a flick of my wrist, a pillar of flames swallows it whole, piercing through and scorching the dome of the sky as the Goddess's corpse is promptly turned into nothingness.

Dyonysus, Chernobog, Lamashtu, Ahriman, Nergal and now Loviatar. Six vile and disgusting Gods that toyed with mankind for either their twisted amusement, or just to cling to their power and life.

Now they are no more.

I hum and raise my hand, letting a gray orb appear on my open palm, then sigh softly at the sight of the very faint glow around it.

This is a pathetic amount of Divinity. Guess that's why she went down in one blow then.

Since I fought Dyonysus, Keter had helped me collect the discarded and lost Divinity of the Gods I felled.

Dyonysus had by far the most, with Nergal and Lamashtu being close seconds.

Once purified of their respective Domains, I added their Divinity to Adonai Melek, Sandalphon and Neo Longinus, which explosively augmented their horrifying capabilities.

As for the rest of the Divinity gathered from the other Gods I've slain, I have added it to my body, which is an Artifact too.

Others won't be able to sense the Divinity sealed within my weapons, armor and body… Unless I release it. But that's my trump card I'd only use if even summoning Keter isn't enough to even the battle.

Albeit I can restore the Divinity I'd use with my Mana, that'd still take quite a while. Far lesser than what other Gods need, but it's still quite a bit of time wasted.

Ataraxia

Level – 231

Fighting Class – High-Class

Sacred Gear – "The Mind Of God" Ars

Powers:

Artifact Creation – Rank A

Law Mastery (Advanced):

Law of Magma – Rank B

Law of Storms – Rank B

Law of Lightning – Rank C

Law of Ice – Rank D

Personal Abilities:

Mana Core – Rank B

Weapon Mastery – Rank S

Hm, not even a Level, huh? Oh well, shouldn't have expected much from the fallen Goddess.

I'm High-Class now, and Leveling Up has become quite the chore. I've only managed to Level Up by defeating and killing the other vile Gods I've slain before Loviatar.

And even then, the jump in Levels wasn't that high. The only thing I believe can help me Level Up fast is the Land in the Mist, where Hunter resides.

I'm worried about her, as a long time has passed since the Bell rang and we've fought against that deranged priest.

I've finally far surpassed him and Henryk in terms of raw power, but even with my Weapon Master at the S Rank, I still can't best Rosaria. Meaning that there's another Rank above S for Weapon Mastery.

I also want to go back there so to absorb that insanely dense Mana, so to upgrade my Mana Core yet again.

Once I passed the Middle Rank, my Mana evolved, for a lack of a better word.

It has always been insanely dense and abundant, far beyond anyone else that passed the Middle Class level, which is what allows me to hit far above my weight class, ignoring my armors and weapons.

This is mostly due to several factors; My Mana Core, which makes my Mana more abundant and dense.

My Mana Stars, which are now past the thousand mark.

My Artifact Body, which has added my Mana into every last drop of blood in my body, every piece of my bones, muscles and everything else, and by further strengthening it, I further condense the Mana inside me.

And once I reached the peak of Middle Class, where Mana grows denser, I gained this;

[Liquid Mana]

Your Mana has reached such density that it has gained a liquid form. Each drop contains unimaginable power, but require just as much to create.

[Mana Domain]

Your body is incapable of holding the complete might of your Mana, causing it to disperse into and drench the surrounding atmosphere. Any Spell cast within this Domain are tremendously enhanced.

My Mana has become so dense that it has gained a liquid form, but it's also drenching the very air and atmosphere around me, granting me a literal Domain of Mana.

Right now I only have five Mana Drops stored inside me, each one requiring ninety percent of my whole reserves just to make.

But the power I can unleash with that single drop is ten times what I can unleash with that ninety percent of power.

It's beyond reasonable and escapes my understanding.

Hell, using a single drop puts a heavy burden on my body, but with it I was able to actually harm and leave a scratch on Rosaria during our spars.

So I can't even imagine what Levels I'll reach as this dense Mana drenches my whole body through the High Class Levels. My physical might alone might reach Levels that I can't even come close to imagining.

I just need to upgrade my Mana Core once more, so that creating Mana Drops becomes easier and doesn't take all of my reserves to do.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by surging waves of Divine power, making me hum and glance towards the distance.

It took them a while to react this time, huh?

Each time a God is killed, something happens that all the other Gods can sense, though few react and try to come and hunt me down.

When a God dies, calamities befall the planet in the form of plagues or natural disasters, and it's always from the spot they die.

Loviatar would have unleashed death and flesh-eating flies all over the nation with her dead, but I simply incinerated her existence and took her bits of Divinity for myself.

Dyonysus died within his own self-created Dimension, so Keter devoured all of his Divinity without any of it turning into a disaster.

It's the same for the other Gods I've slain. I either pulverize their death throes, or just steal all of the Divinity before it can go berserk.

With a flex of my Mana, I create a magic circle below my feet, then teleport far away from the area, all the way down to Italy.

Then to France, Germany, Russia, France again, then back home.

With this, my magical signature will be all over the damn place for the senses of a God, making them unable to accurately track me.

I do not know why they protect the vile filth that harms humankind, but I don't care anymore.

Anyone that gets in my way will be considered my enemy.

Either way, my next target is Whiro, a Maori God known as the 'Embodiment of All Evil'. My Holy Light is enough to seriously damage him, but I'd rather prepare a bit more, as he is terrifyingly strong.

Maybe even stronger than the current me. So, again, I need to prepare before facing him.

I should probably finish Kerubiel, maybe use a Mana Drop to enhance him to even greater levels.

Especially since Rosaria hurled him through a mountain last time.

"Welcome back!" I let Adonai Melek disappear in a flash of light together with Neo-Longinus, then turn my head to smile at the seated Aponia.

She's still not very happy about what I am doing, but hasn't tried to stop me or convince me otherwise, which I am very grateful for, as I'd hate to have to go behind her back to do these things.

Her smile grows more loving and lustful once my armor fades away, her eyes all but defiling my body with how she's looking at me.

But well, that can be considered partly my fault too, as much as it is hers and Rosaria's.

I grew to love their staring… So I started wearing more revealing clothes to have them stare even more.

It works for Amelia too, but she's the type to openly grope me or let herself be groped by me without a care.

My hair are still tied up in a high ponytail with a large black bow, but now my usually black robes have been replaced by more revealing ones.

They start right below the armpits, leaving the shoulders open and a large window over my cleavage and breasts, while having thin sleeves connected to them, then end right above my waists, revealing my long legs, which are clad in above-knee-length black stocking.

The rest of the robes spill down from my crotch and further down my knee, covering everything important while also leaving quite a bit in view.

I'd usually not wear such clothing, but I'm way past having to watch every little thing I do.

They already dress their Exorcists in slutty skin tight clothes, so I might as well chose my own, but for the viewing pleasure of those I love.

"I'll never get tired of this wonderful wardrobe change of yours…" Aponia hums, shutting her book and placing it aside as step close, then purrs when I sit on her lap. "And of how forward you became~!" I silence her my lips and enjoy the feeling of her arms wrapping around my body in a possessive hug.

It's already been two months since she came back to me, and other than my God Hunt, nothing of note has really happened as far as I know.

Which I don't mind, as while I like training and growing stronger, I prefer spending time just lazing around with Aponia and the others.

Even though I really want to go out there and hunt the Vampires still after Amelia. But alas, I am still not strong enough to deal with the Vampire King, even with all of my powers and Divinity.

But one day I'll free her of that weight on her shoulders.

Aponia giggles into the kiss as my clothes disappear in a burst of light, leaving me fully naked on top of her, her hands greedily grabbing and sinking into my backside the very next second as her kisses start trailing down my lips and down towards my neck.

I crack an eye open when the door creaks open, a small smile tugging at my lips when Rosaria's head peeks through the open door. "Oh my, are we having raunchy fun?!" How does she always know when these things happen?

I hum, gasping softly when Aponia bites down on my breast, then shrug lightly. "I'll be on top this time."

Rosaria just smirks at me. "You'll certainly try~!"

….

Moans flowed out of my lips as the plastic phallus worn by Aponia drove in and out of me, plunging into my deepest depths each time and making me melt with pleasure.

Rosaria ruthlessly attacks my breasts, groping them and leaving countless bite marks and hickeys all over the round globes.

And Amelia – who joined in on the fun a few minutes after Rosaria – held a monopoly over my mouth, hungrily kissing me and pushing her own large breasts into my hands.

I groped back, both her and Rosaria's enormous and sensitive globes, earning moans from the both of them.

But this is unfair. They are all ganging up on me, and it feels oh so fantastic.

I feel all hot and tingly, with constant waves of electric pleasure crawling up and down my spine with each of Aponia's sensual and deep thrusts.

And yet, I desire more.

I move my left hand, releasing Amelia's breast as she leans in to kiss me, then brush it down her belly and to her crotch, her eyes widening and a startled gasp of pleasure leaving her lips as I plunge two fingers inside of her.

Her moan extends and grows louder when I release some Mana from my fingers, making them very warm while also sending intense vibrations through her soft walls, making her eyes cross from the pleasure.

Rosaria blinks at her disciple's face and noises, breaking away from one of my breasts to straighten herself and talk. "Oh my, that looks like it feels goo-oooooooh!" Her voice trails off in a mewl of pleasure as I do the same thing to her.

Then intensify the vibrations for both women, letting them spread further through their squirming insides.

Their moans and whimpers of pleasure filled my ears, and made a smile blossom on my face as Aponia giggles in amusement.

Now this is much, much better.

Nothing can ruin this.

But that's when my phone starts ringing.

….

"You called for me, Vasco?" The massive form of the retired exorcist turns, his warm eyes regarding the shorter and beautiful form of Griselda, clad in her own Excorcist gear.

"Yes." He nods lowly with a gentle smile. "Is your team ready?" Griselda bows her head, a calm yet serious look on her otherwise usually warm face.

That was how serious the situation was.

Several of the Excalibur fragments, stolen. A scandal for the Vatican, and for the Grigori alike, due to Kokabiel's sudden disappearance.

The only remaining pieces in their hands were Excalibur Mimic and Destruction, both in the hands of Xenovia Quarta and Irina, her teammate.

And they both were going to be sent into enemy territory, because the Vatican couldn't be any dumber.

But Vasco couldn't allow that, so he decided to step out of retirement this one time, as it was very important he prevented another Great War from breaking out.

"Excalibur Mimic will be left behind. Hidden in a place that only I know about." Vasco states, drawing a wide eyed look from Griselda.

Albeit Irina's fighting style will be affected due to the lack of her signature weapon, it shouldn't affect her too badly, or so Griselda hopes.

The difference between the girl and Xenovia was far too massive. Irina is… lazy, for a lack of a better word. She doesn't push herself as hard as Xenovia does.

Even after what happened when they met Ataraxia and they fought together in that Wall of Mist, she started working harder, but soon went back to her normal way of doing things.

Xenovia instead just kept pushing herself harder and harder. Even more so through the months she assisted Ataraxia in clearing Walls of Mist through Italy.

All to keep up with the girl that the Vatican had abandoned for having a useless Seraphic Gear and for lacking talent.

Only for her to bloom and rise like a shooting star years later, growing faster than anyone ever had.

"Will they be alright though?" Griselda question, clear worry for her foster daughter and her teammate.

Vasco's warm smile only grows bigger at that. "Of course. We will be there too, very close to Kuoh. If anything happens, we should be able to mobilize and intervene as fast as possible."

Plus, Kuoh was the territory under the weakest rule, with the two guardian Devils stationed there being mere children with just High Class Reserves, but not the power to match it.

Even with their whole peerage working together, Vasco knows very well that Xenovia – who recently reached true High Class – will be more than capable of dismantling them with ease.

"It's Xenovia's temper towards Devils that I am mostly worried about." Vasco muses, shooting a mild glare towards Griselda, who chuckles nervously.

The woman had passed down her sheer disgust for Devils to her surrogate daughter during their training, so now Xenovia holds her same views.

And very little patience. So if the Devils were to do something that ticks her off, Xenovia will surely attack.

"But… I still feel like it's too much for the two of them to be sent alone." Vasco smiles again at Griselda's words, which makes her eyes wonder. "You'll send Asia with them?"

Ah, the sweet little Holy Maiden with the kindest and warmest heart he ever had the pleasure to meet and talk to.

The Vatican had nearly excommunicated the girl a long time ago for healing a Devil without knowing, but Vasco had swiftly put his foot down and taken the poor girl under his protection.

The idiots, blaming the young girl for healing a Devil in the Vatican instead of wondering how the damn creature managed to sneak in undetected.

Luckily, that Devil didn't show himself again. Maybe he lost interest in Asia, or decided she wasn't worth the risk.

"No, not her. I had Xenovia contact an old friend of hers." Griselda blinks in confusion.

Then her eyes widen. "Ataraxia…" The guilt and hurt in the woman's eyes for her constant failures towards the girl couldn't be hidden even with her many years of experience.

But a swift shake of the head dispersed those negative emotions from the woman. "I know that she became very strong before she took a vacation, but this is a Cadre we are talking about…"

Vasco chuckles, then waves his arm around the empty field they were in. One of the many training fields in the Vatican.

"Can't you feel it?" He whispers to Griselda, who narrows her eyes in confusion.

Her senses sharpen and spread as far as they could- And then she feels it.

It was like a soaring pillar shooting into the sky. Not only was it abundant, but it was also so dense that even Griselda felt slightly intimidated.

She had faced several Cadres from enemy factions in her life… Yet none of them ever wielded such insanely dense Mana, even in the Ultimate Class.

She snaps around, staring at the path she took to get here, and her eyes widen at the sight of a lone figure approaching them, the source of the immense pillar of Mana, which saturated the very air around her.

Gone was the innocence on her face, now replaced by a steely expression and hardened gaze that only few Veterans wield.

Her very posture, while looking relaxed, showed no opening, on guard for any surprise.

Griselda felt her eyes redden at the sight of the girl she took care of looking so grown up and mature. Her very first charge she had to abandon under orders from her superiors.

The hardened expression melts away to reveal a warm and beautiful smile as Ataraxia stops before her and Vasco, hands cupped together above her lap.

"Lord Vasco." The girl bows, clear respect and happiness in her voice as she gazes at the veteran and retired Exorcist, before a teasing glint flashes across her eyes as she turns to Griselda. "Aunty Griselda."

A vein throbs over the woman's head, her eyebrow twitching at being called 'Aunty'.

Vasco chuckles heartily at that. "I'm glad to see you healthy and well, Ataraxia." The man hums, drawing the young girl's gaze back to him. "And forgive me for having Xenovia call you here on such a hurry."

Ataraxia merely shakes her head with a smile. "I had nothing else to do since I reached a slump in my training, and helping the church is something that I am always willing to do."

Straightening himself, Vasco lets go of his warm expression and adorns a very serious one. "That is good then, as this mission is very important. Enough so that if we succeed, we will prevent a second Great War from starting." The girl's eyes widen in horror and shock at that, clearly understanding the gravity of such a matter.

"You will lead the team made up of Xenovia Quarta and her teammate Irina in the mission to find and possibly recover one of the missing Excalibur Pieces."

"The thief is very likely in Japan, hiding within one of the three Devil Territories set there and planning to use those weapons to assassinate said Devils and blame it on the Church."

"Griselda and I will lead two teams, checking on a territory each, while you will be left with the territory were the younger sisters of the Satan Lucifer and Satan Leviathan reside with their peerage."

"Ensure their safety, find the thief, and recover the missing Excalibur." Ataraxia bows her head in understanding, and Vasco is slightly surprised at seeing her not arguing about ensuring the safety of the Devils.

Xenovia had swiftly started complaining, and only stopped when Griselda was called and started spanking her before Vasco.

At that point her complaining swiftly turned into screams of mercy and forgiveness.

"I understand." Ataraxia straightens herself, a composed look on her face. "Do we know how the thief looks like?"

Vasco suppresses a smile at her professionalism. "Unfortunately, it's a group, so be on guard towards all races. Be they Humans, Fallen, Devils or anything else." He couldn't afford to be lax here.

Kokabiel might be known as a Warmonger, but he is no moron.

The Fallen Angel has connections with all the races, especially with certain Youkai groups in Japan, or even some of the Five Clans.

He'll use every single card in his deck to obtain the most favorable of outcomes for his side, or maybe even achieve his obscure goal.

Vasco truly wasn't sure on what he really wanted to achieve.

Just the assassination of the Devil Heirs? Or the death of the two closest to the Satans?

Or just having the church send him more of the Excalibur pieces?

But of one thing he is absolutely sure of.

Kokabiel won't stop until the Great War begins anew.

A.N. Set-Up chapter for the next Arc, showing some growth and other events that happened.

Now I wonder how that all too familiar Arc from Canon will end?

Will Kokabiel get dogged on yet again? Will he actually finally succeed? Will he just keel over and die?

Who knows? I do, of course.

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