Chapter 8 - The Peace Summit
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It's been a month since she had to do the unthinkable and go "Solo" from her Devil Clan. She Rias Gremory, Sister of the Civil War Hero and current Satan Lucifer and a Lauded "Genius" by merit of her larger than normal Demonic energy reserves, in her desperate need for autonomy over her "Future" as a self-proclaimed future Rating Games Champion forced her Family to break her Marriage Contract with another Devil Clan by Telling them she was giving up her family Heir duties to the next in line which was thankfully her beloved nephew whose potential seems to be on the same scale as her older Brother, one of the only "two" super devils in existence, the current strongest Satan.
In the ensuing shit show she finally became aware of the Can of Worms she had in her stupidity opened, the entire Devil Nobility was calling her a Black ship, a worthless leach who couldn't see the bigger picture of what her choice would lead to. The Phoenix Devil Clan Who holds monopoly over the Greatest healing Elixir had retaliated against her and had spread rumors that she Rias Gremory had fallen prey to the Ideological brainwashing of Humans and thought that "she can simply Give up and break her contract by citing a Proverb that Only she herself can decide who can marry her! Such foolishness they said, this is why letting devil children who can't grasp that Devils and Humans aren't the same and will never be the same when it comes to Morals or Ideologies!"
They weren't that far off to be honest, but they weren't right either. Truth be told she had fallen prey of the most beloved Human story that is told to Human girls of her age, in her foolishness she thought she was the princess waiting for her Prince to come and profess his undying love to her and only her not a Harem of Other women but only her greedy self. She forgot that she was a mythologized Monster in those stories, she was a Damned Devil straight out of mythological hell and heck she was the little sister of The Lucifer himself! Funny how such stories with princesses and her Hero ended up with her Kind getting the ever living shit kicked out or straight up murdered by the Hero and his party in his quest to slay the Demon Lord and save the World from her kind!
Another thing that was also quite funny was How the meeting she was supposed to act as the person who was in charge of this small human town she had gotten for free by her Grandpa's meddling…even though she was grateful to him for granting her this selfish request, her greed for everything japanese caused her childishness to act and make her look like a spoiled brat to the Devil Nobility.
Oh and how that large cloud that was supposed to be nothing more then just random rain-gathering cloud turned out to be a whole mobile base atop a Flying Battleship of the Red Dragon Emperor full of Humans with active Sacred Gears who had achieved a subspecies balance breaker to the very Last One!
All Sacred Gear Users have permission to fire upon the enemies of Mankind, Devils, fallens and Angels themselves who have forgotten what they were conceived for! Lets teach the treacherous Bastards a Lesson they won't forget! Roared the Red Dragon Emperor to his Band of Human before blasting off his ship and flying towards them at breakneck speeds that made him look like a Crimson Meteorite ready to End anything in his path.
You could hear the Roaring voice of The Red Dragon Emperor himself Declare his Challenge through his Host.
[BOOST, BOOST,BOOST, BOOST,BOOST, BOOST,BOOST, BOOST, BOOST, BOOST, BOOST, BOOST, BOOST, BOOST, BOOOOOST!!] With each Proclamation of the Gauntlet of Dominance the red Aura surrounding Him turned more and more Blood Red before it Was sucked by the emerald jewels.
An unseen change began happening to the Scale Mail of the Red Dragon Emperor, the previous Emerald jewels turned blood Red with each Jewel having a different Rune appear on each Jewel, the Great Wings expanded and had the leathery part turn into a metallic substance that gave him more aerodynamic control. The Armor thickened and became more Draconic with the Helmet having One Green Jewel appearing in the middle of the forehead, a Draconic Eye appearing on it.
[Juggernaut Scale Mail!] Yelled a mechanical voice from Gauntlet.
The new Scale Mail of the Red Dragon Emperor was apparently Strong enough to puncture through the barrier like tissue paper even though that barrier was placed there by the combined might of the three factions' leaders!
"What the–?!" Muttered the Governor General of the fallen angels Azazel in confusion at the sudden appearance of the Second Dragon Emperor who they were previously discussing his whereabouts.
"What is he even doing here, Sirzechs?!" Demanded Micheal to his counterpart.
"I wish I knew Micheal…but until now we haven't had the slightest clue where the infamous Red Dragon Emperor was, yet here he is with his own group and Just declared war on all of us for being "traitorous scum" in your part, and us ancient "Enemies of Mankind"?" Chuckled Sirzechs at the ridiculous situation they had found themselves in just when they were taking steps to make peace…
"And you Azazel? You know who the mystery Man hidden behind that Armor is?"
"I wish…but no, As I revealed a few moments ago. The White Dragon Emperor is the only one I have ever had contact with and that's it." Replied Azazel who was busy observing the Red Dragon Emperor deliver his promise by beating the Ever living shit of anything that blocked his path, be it Devil, fallen or even Angel. The damn Dragon didn't care and would straight up punch them out of his way like they weren't the chosen guards of their individual factions.
"We made sure of that, you supernatural Bastards!" Interrupted someone behind them.
When they turned around they saw a Boy wearing a Clown's Mask and the clothes of an exorcist. The eyes behind the mask glowing a deep red as he was about to go berserk upon them at any moment.
"SWORD BIRTH!" He roared in rage as a Titanic magic circle appeared around him and began summoning demonic swords full of effects that would linger even after he had left. Active passive curses he called this move.
"One of your Boys Michael?!" Asked Azazel as they jumped and allowed their wings to keep them afloat and away from the range of the Demonic Curse Graveyard.
"I do not know Azazel, we don't have any sacred Gear User with sword birth as part of our exorcist organization…not for the lack of trying mind you."
"Of course not, I was never part of such a distinguished group of The Church…I was but a mere Lab Rat of that "experiment" who was able to escape where the rest of the fools claimed themselves destined to wield one of the Excalibur shards." He spat viciously at the pigeon bastard, the sword he was wielding glowing a Crimson Red.
"Another survivor of the holy Sword project?!" Asked Micheal in a Surprised tone.
"Surprised aren't you, you traitorous scumbag! Who would have known that the reason why the prayers of my fellow brothers and sisters were never answered was because of you!" He spat at Micheal and pointed his glowing sword at him." It doesn't matter now anymore…the past couldn't chain me back then nor will it stop my revenge upon you False God!"
"BALANCE BREAKER IL DIABLO PHALLUS!" He declared with a straight face yet the reaction of his Enemies was different.
Fools thought he was joking…they never learn, so high and mighty they thought themselves that they didn't realize his balance breaker was flying down from high heavens and straight at the Angels head to bisect him in the middle from head to pelvis in one go if he didn't dodge in time.
Yet one of them seemed to have some brains, Azazel was it? Yes him, he was chuckling but his eyes…his eyes were the same eyes he had seen on that fucking Bastard Valper when he tried to exploit his gifts.
As if someone had whispered the truth to his ears, Azazel suddenly turned his head up and tried to stop the Meteorite Form of his balance breaker.
"Dodge you two!" he yelled at his fellow leaders.
Sirzechs did as he was told and deep dived to his left with Micheal briefly looking up at the Crimson Blade that was flying for his head before his Twelve wings automatically moved him out of the way of the dangerous blade direction, yet for a Brief second a Demonic Eye on the blade glared at him and blasted a Crimson javelin of Demonic energy at him which grazed his perfect face, leaving a red line on his check.
"Damn it! The sword is semi autonomous?!" Yelled Azazel incredulously at the brief show of wisdom from a mere sword.
"Of course my balance breaker is special you buffoons, meet your Doom the Devil's Dick shall tear you apart!" He retorted flatley at the three gauging their response to his sudden attack.
"Special?! Kid you might as well have created an entire new category for creation type sacred gears like yours! Your Devil's Dick – pfft-hahahahaha balance Break just penetrated my brother's body- (Micheal you are fucked it this leaks out Hahahahahaha) that is an entire new avatar type on the making kiddo congratulations." Praised Azazel, his poker face failing when muttered the last part under his breath for his Angel Brother to hear.
"Why did you decide to call a Durandal-grade Sword the Devil's Di- ahem that name is not my not question! Why are you attacking Us?! What do you gain by making an Enemy from the Three factions?!" Demanded Micheal, a Hand placed on his cheek trying to heal the injury.
"I already told you traitor, I am here to shove this sword of mine up your ass for what your faction did to my kind." He declared,his hand tightening over the handle of his sword in preparation as he saw a brief flash of Crimson light from the left when he saw the big Boss himself carve a whole path through Angels, devils and fallen like they weren't there and towards his direction.
"Not sure that sword would be appropriat–" began Azazel saying before the sword glowed gold and shifted into a…
"...Holy shit he is serious." Muttered Azazel to Micheal who was gaping like a fish at the kid's new sword.
"Don't worry about that…I have studied the Art of PENETRATING to a Perfection on Strays." He replied ominously at him, the sword on his hand an unholy form of a sex toy used for hardcore anal and a terrifying lance with its head rounded like a certain genital organ who was pulsating in anticipation.
"...Oh trust me when I say this, I do not doubt that anymore kid…" chuckled Azazel as he began reinforcing his pants with Magic.
"Also magic makes this sword stronger and adds to its penetration. you can't protect yourself with Magic or runes, light magic or demonic energy. I have made it so it will eat either of those and reinforce its power." He Revealed as he began slowly walking towards them, each step he took towards them the three took one behind.
"H-hey now kiddo…don't do anything rash we are still the three leaders of our individual factions which means we can kill you where you stand-" threatened Azazel.
"You won't, because we have hostages. His Sister and her peerage, we got a Golem with sacred gear Users sanctioned close to Vatican with strict Orders to annihilate the zealots of the Catholic church to the last and of course you Azazel…Rhea sends you her regards." Spoke a deep baritone voice behind them.
When they turned around they saw the armored form of the Red Dragon Emperor, behind him lay the fallen guards of three factions in piles of bodies, not a speck of blood was spilled, a show of power from this gathering of strong Humans as they showed their capabilities for being non lethal.
"You like my work? No worries they are alive, just beaten to the pulp and in need of a few months of rest for the physical Trauma they endured…now I am here to declare our goals." Seeing their surprised reaction he chuckled to himself unknowingly giving them chills from how cool he was about it.
"But first…" he began before his new draconic instincts told him to dodge to the side.
Not waiting for a second his boosters ignited and blasted him to the side, a blast of purple energy hitting his previous position and turning the stone into something dark and corrupted.
"Why I thought you had forgotten about your plan you fuckers of khaos Brigade!" Cursed Issei at the lead figure who stood out of the gathering of stray Magicians who were pointing their staffs at him.
"Be silent human trash, a miserable creature with a bigger trash in his soul has no right to speak to me a descendant of Demon kings." Spat the leading female at him.
[Partner…] spoke a Powerful voice from his armor ominously.
"Yes Ddraig?" Replied Issei calmy, his previous vitriol in his voice now ominously absent of any presence.
[Make her death absolutely painful and don't hold back anymore, her kind pisses me off so much that I am willing to put aside my desire for battle against Albion just this once.] Demanded Ddraig Darkly, his words sounding more like a curse with each syllable.
"For you I am willing to Burn the heavens partner but this time it seems we are of the same mind." He uttered in agreement, his voice warping back to its previous violence filled tone.
"You heard Ddraig you incompetent fools? Your life has been spared for today… my prey has decided to show itself at long last." Spat Issei at the Three factions leaders, his wings unfurling as the crimson aura surrounded his armor.
As if time itself stopped for a Brief second, everything turned Grey to everyone who couldn't perceive the Red Dragon Emperor move so fast that he left a sonic boom on his previous position and appeared suddenly, fist cocked in preparation in front of the Katerea Leviathan and punched.
"BOOSTED IMPACT YOU BITCH!!!" He roared right in her face before punching her so hard that she broke the sound barrier three times before she hit the ground with a resounding Smash that upturned the entire school area into a ten meter deep crater.
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[Pov: Azazel.]
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His ancient instincts flared at him, his god-crafted muscles and brain acting without the need for his conscious order for his being was hardwired to be a General for war First and a scholar second. No matter how much he tried his entire existence was encoded to react without the need for his higher cognitive function telling his body to dodge.
His right hand rose immediately when the Red Dragon Emperor shifted from his space in front them to their right as if the space itself bended to his will and changed his position away from the immediate danger that ruptured the ground in front of them and threw stone and bursts of Mana to the Golden shield protecting them, correction to that a holy light shield of the combined might of both him and his holy brother who had mirrored him on his reaction as if…
'Man…this proves that theory doesn't it? It doesn't matter if I choose my path by myself, I am still one of His hand crafted Archangels huh…he truly made us to fight as one when we share a battlefield eh? What a through bastard you were, Old Man, down to the very instincts and immediate action?' he thought to himself as he stared at the sudden arrivals who seemed to know the Brats who had decided to show first.
"...hey Sirzechs isn't that…" he trailed off when he smelled the unmistakable scent of the void.
"Yes it's one of them, Katerea Leviathan." Confirmed sirzechs, his previous cool mask gone now that one of his traitor kind showed themselves.
"Why I thought you had forgotten about your plan you fuckers of khaos Brigade!" Spat the Brat at the Devil lady, its seems they were aware of this organization?!
"Be silent human trash, a miserable creature with a bigger trash in his soul has no right to speak to me a descendant of Demon kings." Retorted the bitch, the stick up her ass must be quite Long huh? To provoke both the Host and the ancient prideful Dragon of domination himself at the same time…she must be quite ignorant of the past.
"She does know that this particular Dragon Emperor turned her ancestor into a bloody smear on the ground, right sirzechs?!" Questioned Azazel humorously to his counterpart.
"She isn't of the main bloodline sadly, a mere bastard of the second cousin to the third generation of the Leviathan Clan. The first generation heir died when he tried to invade the malebranche tomb…the second disappeared into the human world and was nevermore found no matter how much we searched and the third ended up as a bloody smear after he tried to kill Rizevim…and the rest is history as I annihilated them with Only her running away with a few servants." He explained briefly, his eyes now having a glint in them."So no she doesn't know that this particular dragon turned her ancestor into a blood stain with one move."
[Partner…] Oh dear Father…she did provoke the Sleeping Dragon didn't she. Been a while since I heard that tone of voice from Ddraig.
"Yes Ddraig?" Replied the Brat deathly Calm, he can feel something foreboding from that voice.
[Make her death absolutely painful and don't hold back anymore, her kind pisses me off so much that I am willing to put aside my desire for battle against Albion just this once.] And that's why I Will never provoke a Host of this Particular Dragon, his old temperament might have tempered through the centuries but he is still the same bloodthirsty Bastard that killed millions of my kind and put a permanent injury upon his father even though he and his Rival didn't once use their infamous breath attacks, they weren't truly defeated for they already were dueling each other when they were interrupted by their armies.
Ddraig's host had a particularly infamous temperament when left unchecked, especially when their race and their Draconic partner was insulted in front of their faces, (he should note this part down when he writes the report) the younger ones who awakened their Sacred Gear during their first growth spurt tended to gain a inhumanely tough body who could give even him a Handcrafted being run for his money, skin capable of stopping projectiles, fire immunity in many cases, a skeleton as tough as that of a dragon from their constant battle or Training. A far far longer lifespan in some cases as the Draconic hormones gave their host the same blood as their partner and finally muscles that could tear mythological beast apart with brute strength alone!
'...Well that kinda puts some things into perspective..did the old Man plan for that to happen? Unchecked growth and Potential to surpass even the mightiest God?' Shit… his curious mind is running now some rather terrifying philosophical questions and theories he wished it didn't…not until he had his trusty Brandy stash in his grasp.
"For you I am willing to Burn the heavens partner but this time it seems we are of the same mind." Ah yes… there it was that terrible temper that had reshaped so many continents in the last millennia when it had been roused from its slumber. Wonder if he will go Juggernaut Drive this time as well..
'This is gonna be particularly destructive eh?' tone of the brat was hinting at something that scratched at his instincts…his instincts were never wrong.
"You heard Ddraig you incompetent fools? Your life has been spared for today…my prey has decided to show itself at long last." Oy oy he is sounding like that bonny geezer now as well, What's with that malicious reaper tone?!
"Soo…who wants to bet on how many pieces he is gonna tear her after he gets his hands on her corpse?" He joked darkly as he felt the World turn vicious? What the…is this brat a-
Then he understood, the Aura of violence had the same feeling of Life in it, brat is a touki user, a particularly potent one judging by the dense aura that was turning the very Natural order into his domain. Damn he really is a threat huh…he wasn't joking about sparing us the first round, touki can cause harm to beings that have no way of protecting from its spiritual effect.
"Brat is dangerous, far more dangerous than I thought at first. He has unlocked his touki and is capable of turning it into a second armor to his balance breaker." He muttered to his colleagues, his mind was running battle Stimulation in case he might clash against the brat going full throttle at him.
The World slowed for second and he became aware that something was amiss, his sharp eyes observing how slowly everything was moving for that one particular second that felt like an eternity to him. As an Archangel he was blessed to be immune from the touch of time and space manipulation to a lesser degree he could act and move in such a Temporal disorder to a degree since higher beings could ignore the effect. Yet he could barely trace the brat tense his body and suddenly spread his wings and blast at the stupid bitch who angered both him and the dragon in his Soul.
Time returned back to its proper course as the sonic boom left behind by the brat who had boosted his speed to such a degree that he went from point A to C without touching point B and on top of that he showed off his temporal time manipulation or was it space manipulation? He didn't know, this new host of Ddraig seems to be quite creative with his sacred gear it seems.
"BOOSTED IMPACT YOU BITCH!!!" ouch that must have felt like someone threw a mountain at you at Mach 5 and compressed all the force to one point. Judging by how many sonic booms the bitch left behind she might as well have died before she even touched the ground, which I wouldn't be surprised.
"You know…I am quite thankful that retarded child angered him to the point that he ignored us. Don't you agree Michael, Sirzechs?" He joked when he saw his former brother in arms gape in shock at the sudden show of Violence that literally broke the laws of thermodynamics to deliver its promise…truly Dragons don't give a shit about the natural order of things, dragon hosts or not.
"I might have been the one receiving the end of that Azazel, he did call me traitor!" Rebuked Micheal, his Angelic facade breaking for a moment as he complained at his foolish brother who couldn't stop quipping.
"And we might just end up receiving the end of that as well, looks like he really didn't hold back at that attack…he might as well have killed her by turning her brain into mush." Spoke Sirzechs as he finally Gathered his thoughts into a proper sentence, the body of the foolish Leviathan wasn't moving from the hole it dug itself.
"So I must give her this one achievement, she truly knew how to dig her own hole…literally with her own mouth." You could hear someone laughing his ass off faraway, heck they all could hear someone rolling on the ground somewhere above.
"AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH GODS SHE LITERALLY DUG HER OWN HOLE WITH HER OWN MOUTH HOLE!" He turned his head towards that amused voice, it was coming from a flying battleship that still had its weapons pointed in their direction. Yet he was fascinated at the person who was busy laughing his ass off from how many shhhsh he was hearing trying to stop his rampage.
A pin drop could be heard as all the people with Common sense turned at the amused guy in unified hatred.
"SHUT UP HAN, DON'T YOU BASTARD LAUGH YOUR ASS UP THERE WHILE I AM WORKING HERE, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN AND HELP ME ROUND UP THESE HALLOWEEN-ASS BITCHES BACK TO THE BASE OR SO HELP ME ONCE I AM DONE HERE, I AM GONNA SHOVE MY ARCHANGEL-PATERN ASS-PENTERATER IN YOUR ASS YOU LAZY SHITHEAD!" Uhh.. don't tell me…it's that homicidal Bastard that was planning to deflower them with that unholy "Sword".
Judging by how his fellow leaders froze like deers into the lights, yes yes it was him, it wasn't a nightmare induced from the violent Aura of the Red dragon Emperor playing mind games as a revenge for their part in the sealing.
Oh and would you look at that, the psychopathic brat had a new type of Sword in his hand that was causing the stray magican to fall down like puppets who had their strings cut.
"You never let me have some fun Gjon, always ready to spread your workaholic ways to all the innocent souls like me." Spoke a newcomer who appeared to the side of his comrade.
"Motherfucker, you told me to stop you from making a fool of yourself in front of these idiots. I could have killed them so many times with how focused they were on the big boss." He retorted at his friend by poking him with his sword.
"You could but that would be too boring mister Hero~ you want a proper fight Don't you? You could have killed them with that black sword of yours." Replied Han as he began piling the bodies of the knocked out magican one by one with his telekinetic ability.
"Proper fight? Bro I can give them a run for their money if cared enough to play fair, remember what I did To that Reaper who came for the soul of Andrea?" The brat looked offended when his friend implied that he couldn't have killed them anytime he wanted.
"True true, you did play blitz cut around him until you shoved your balance break up his spiritual ass." Chuckled the Chinese brat in amusement.
"Meh fuck Hades man, his boy toys suck ass. High class reaper my left nut. Gaus caught his ass and turned him into his personal canary as a training exercise before he informed us that he had a messenger of the God of death in his grasp for at least two weeks. He deserves a gift and a pat in the back for that." Damn these brats have made a joke out of reapers of Hades and are still living?! Zeus and Poseidon must be rolling in their thrones in laughter from that, geezers really have mellowed out in the past millennia since they fell from prominence as a faction.
"Well we are done here, come let's go." Declared han as he and the floating bodies teleported away without the help of any magic circle.
"Well seeing as we are done here, I bid you farewell scummy old men who should be dead ten times over by now." Declared Gjon as his sword shifted into a different shape with the guard having a beeping green light in the middle.
"I call this sword Pathfinder just another idea you get me?" He chuckled at their expression as his body turned more and more intagable until he disappeared away like he was never there to begin with.
"Well… that was anticlimactic, I thought he was gonna go through with his threats on Micheal?" Spoke Azazel as he turned around to see how the other battle ended Only to come face to face with the Red dragon Emperor staring at them.
"Well they got them all this time, lucky for you three this was but a simple bait! Next time I am gonna whoop your asses and film it for the rest of the world to see how pathetic you are." He declared, behind him they Saw the body of the Leviathan woman float up before it disappeared away in a Brief flash of blue lighting.
"You are not going anywhere Red dragon Emperor! You are a terrorist, a wild sacred gear user and a danger to everyone with common sense!" Declared sirzech suddenly, his power of destruction completely blocking any path for him to leave.
"Oh yeah? Fuck you, you impotent loser!" Spat the Brat at Sirzechs and gave him the middle finger before he too disappeared away in a flash of blue lighting, leaving behind the many balls of destruction that were meant to block his path.
"Brat came prepared, well at least he didn't kill the hostages as a last fuck you. He got spunk!" Laughed Azazel in amusement, he looked at the minimized damage the brat had caused and tried to come up with a theory as to why he didn't go on a destructive rampage.
Then all of a sudden three flashes of same phenomenon happened to their guts and they doubling over holding their stomachs in pain, it seems that damn teleporter is a sacred gear capable of spatial manipulation to the point of allowing the Red Dragon Emperor brat to punch them three times consecutively without them catching a glimpse of the coming Attack.
"C-correc-ction…brat could have done that anytime he wanted." Wheezed Azazel in his knees holding his gut in pain.
"Mayhaps I was a bit too rash with my threat guh…" agreed Sirzechs, he got the spicy punch from how hard he was breathing.
"A-at least you two got punched to the gut!" Whimpered Michael as he held his family jewels in pain.
"Gah-hahahaha!" Chortled Azazel, looking at his brother who was trying to heal his balls.