Chapter 7-
Power.
Human society runs on power. It's solely because of power that the clogs of humanity keep turning over and over again. It is the decisions of those at the top that determine the life of everyone else. Power can come in many different forms; physical strength, money, political influence, military might, influence over people.
Though to Vali, all he cared about was one single thing.
Power in strength.
"I-is it money you want?! I-I have the money! We've made enough to last a lifetime!"
He stood at a cliff face, in front of him he held up a middle-aged man by the collar of his shirt. With a bored face he held the older man right over the cliff.
The sun shone from an angle, broad daylight right above their heads. Yet Vali nonchalantly held a man over his death, in a public location.
"I'll give you all of it!" The man pleaded for his life. "Just let me live, please!"
The bored expression on Vali's face did not change. He did not feel pleasure nor pity from the man's pleading. This entire mission was just something to pass the time, yet it left him with nothing when he finished the job.
"I have to give that old bastard a talk later." Vali said.
Before the man in front of him could say anything, Vali tossed him upwards slightly– with one hand– and held his palm forward.
The man screamed as he was engulfed in a wave of white and sky blue. His entire body fading to dust.
"What a waste of time." Vali sighed. Wiping his palm– the one that just used the attack– on his shirt, as if he was wiping away the dust of his victim.
You human's do not truly understand the beauty of this world.
Within his own head, a primordial voice spoke. It echoed through his mind and his soul, yet he paid it little attention.
"Did you enjoy the little show he put on?" Vali questioned. He moved his gaze away from himself and towards the sky.
Bright blue with large white clouds.
The sun stayed at just the right angle, so that he could view the blue sky without burning his eyes.
Of course not. I'm referring to where we are.
The voice boomed again. Vali raised an eyebrow and asked, "I didn't know dragons got sentimental."
Dragons.
Entities made by something so close to cursed energy yet slightly different. Many theories were made about their existence, such as them being created by the instincts of animals rather than negative human emotions; another theory suggested that they were created from the world itself. Others (mostly the Church) suggested they were created by the Devil or were different forms of the Devil.
However, all these theories were simply that, theories. Any proof of other dragons existing were solely from myths and legends and the two dragons that have been confirmed to exist are sealed.
Vali looked back down, towards the white chalk that made the very cliff he stood on, and towards the dark blue sea that covered the area in front of him.
Dover, I believed you humans called it.
"Dover Strait." Vali added. His eyes moved up the water and towards the horizon, if he squinted, he could see land in the distance. France was quite literally just at the horizon. Even with the pleasingly smooth white clay that made up the cliff-face, he didn't really care much for the history of the place. But even he is curious about the history behind the being that was living within his very soul.
"What's so special about this place?" Vali asked.
During the entire exchange he spoke aloud. He wasn't concerned about anyone thinking he was insane, if they didn't see him just evaporate a body then they can't see him talking to himself now.
It was here that I was given the name Albion.
The Two Heavenly Dragons were not given the names they have now at first, most of the time they were simply referred to as either a beast, monster, or snake, with and without the color. The description of "dragon" wasn't solidified until dragons became a concept to humans.
But when dragons were finally solidified by humans, the two dragons had already long been sealed. In other words, the Two Heavenly Dragons had already been sealed within these "sacred gears" by the time human civilization truly started to come about.
Let it be known that the Two Heavenly Dragons have been sealed twice.
Which brought forth a question to Vali.
"What sealed you within this gear?" He asked.
History is not exactly as clear cut as people make it out to be. While historical facts exist and are agreed upon, so long as there's never a full picture, it will always be subject to interpretation.
The facts of history will always be given as "who said who", and they will forever be solidified as "facts" as long as that fact can't be disproven– much like science in a way. Yet all it takes is a single change; a single item, a single source, a single painting, a single document, for a fact to be completely rewritten.
The Church will say that God sealed the Two Heavenly Dragon Emperors. The books within the Grigori will say that a powerful sorcerer sealed the Two Dragons– sometimes it's a person directly connected to the bible, other times it was someone who had nothing to do with religion. One person even said that the consciousness of the planet itself sealed the dragons– that one made many sorcerers of the Grigori laugh at the time of its conception.
Whatever the case, the fact is that the Two Heavenly Dragons were sealed and that someone (or something) with enough power and control was able to seal the two dragons.
The problem is that no one knows who (or what) sealed them.
That is– The dragon made to answer, but he was cut short.
"ALBION!"
A feeling resonated through Vali's soul, and through Albion. A new feeling to Vali, but a very familiar feeling to Albion.
Is this–?
"What was that?" Vali asked.
Albion didn't answer, not verbally at least. Instead, a feeling of euphoria traveled through Vali, straight from the primordial being.
Albion laughed. His laughter echoed through Vali's very soul, resonating with even his physical body.
The wind shifted, and the waves crashed against the cliff-face.
He's awake! Albion laughed. He's finally awake!
"Who?" Vali questioned, though from the feeling resonating from Albion, he felt as though he already knew the answer.
That Red Bastard is awake!
Your key to True Power is here!
Vali finally understood.
"Ddraig." He whispered. He's spoken the name plenty of times before, but just this once the name felt familiar— as if he was referring to someone that he's known for most of his life.
As soon as the name left his mouth, the feeling between the two changed– flipping like a light switch.
At this very moment, the existences of "Vali" and "Albion" were in sync. Never before has Albion been this in sync with his user. (The closest was Vortigern, but even then there were some complications.)
The sun's light glared at them from an angle. Albion laughed. The feeling echoed throughout Vail's body and soul, to the point that he couldn't help but chuckle. That chuckle snowballing into full-blown laughter, echoing off the cliff face.
-An Interlude
Just a drop of water suffices.
Just a single drop of hope. Just a single drop of faith. That's all it takes for one to find purpose in this mad world.
A young man with tanned skin, snow white hair, stared at the cross within that empty cathedral with dark golden eyes. Memories of a past life flowing through his mind. Memories of a promise made to himself and to the Holy Father. Memories of the deal that he made with a demon.
He supposed that he should have expected this outcome. He knew of the stories; he's been alive long enough to know about dealing with the devil. He took this silence as time to himself. Time to take in everything he knew in this life. From the World Wars, to learning about his own name, to his life-changing meeting with Michael.
To think, they named an island after him yet also portray him as a boogieman.
"I shall return after 100 years and take my revenge!"
He released an amused scoff. He has no idea where that line came from; he could only guess that when he was making the deal with that demon, someone had misheard him.
"You're lamenting again." A mature feminine voice called out from beside him. His face changes near instantly, going from apathetic to serene within seconds. He smiled as he side-eyed the creature that spoke.
The creature that spoke, not a human.
Walking to his side, a golden fox– roughly half his height– sat next to him. Nine tails curled behind the fox.
"I'm not lamenting, Yasaka. I'm merely reminiscing."
The kitsune gave an amused hum. "With you, those two words mean the same thing."
At the small banter, the smile on the young man's face softened. He held out a hand and started to gently scratch behind the golden kitsune's ear.
"I don't seem that melancholic, do I?" He asked, teasing yet also genuinely curious. The golden nine-tailed kitsune released small noises of satisfaction.
"When you're like this and when you pray, you are." Yasaka stated, tilting her head towards his hand. "I understand the meaning behind prayer, but your prayers seem more like desperate pleas."
Perhaps they are, the young man inwardly thought. His smile did not falter, and his gaze still focused on the large cross in the back of the cathedral, where the podium is.
"I've long since reaffirmed my faith," The young man said. "I know my purpose. What I want to do and what I need to do."
"And are those things truly needed?" Yasaka asked. "You have spoken of your faith before, but both of us know that your beliefs go against everything that your faith teaches. You speak of your Lord's benevolence, yet you say that this is your purpose?"
She looked towards the large cross. Painted glass laid on the walls behind it.
"Martyrdom will bring you nothing in the long run."
The young man continued to stare forward, his smile slightly dropping but not completely vanishing. He removed his hand from the kitsune's head, allowing her to look towards him– gazing into his eyes from the side. She knew him well enough to understand that his thoughts were racing– attempting to choose his next words.
"Maybe." He spoke. For the first time in the conversation, he fully turned towards the kitsune. "But whether or not it's right for me, is it truly so wrong to wish for humanity's salvation?"
Before Yasaka could answer, the cathedral doors snapped open, and a figure walked in. A young woman– her long hair tied into a ponytail– wearing casual clothes walked in with a sharp smile on her face.
"I think the question you should be asking," She started, her voice echoing through the empty cathedral. The doors closed with a loud bang behind her. "Is if humanity is deserving of salvation."
As their gazes met, the smile on the young man's face completely faded away. He could have sworn he also heard Yasaka growl.
"What brings you here?" The young man asked, his face blank. "I hope that you didn't visit just to have a philosophical debate."
"Of course not." The woman shrugged with a scoff. "I'm the last person in the world to have any sort of opinion on human philosophy."
She walked closer to the young man, her steps seemingly boomed within the empty cathedral. Her eyes only took a single glance at the kitsune next to him. Abe's brainchild, huh? She thought.
"What I'm here for, is to bring you good news."
She leaned forward with a sharp smile, the action bringing attention to the stitched scar on her forehead.
"The plan is in motion."
One single sentence left her mouth, and the air tensed. The young man stood up slightly, his attention completely focused on the demon in front of him. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Those kids you picked up may have failed, but they brought something even better."
"Spit it out."
As the name left the young man's mouth, the large sharp smile on the woman's face grew even more– almost threatening to split her face. Her teeth looked sharper than usual, and her eyes were filled with a malevolence that surpassed even special-grade curses.
"The Red Dragon is awake."
She(?) took in the look that passed through the young man's face. There was no change for a second, before the words finally settled in. His eyes widened for just a split second.
After a few seconds of silence, the young man muttered. "Is that so?"
He shook his head and gazed curiously at the demon in front of him. "So? What exactly do you plan to do with this?"
He knows of the demon's plans, and the demon knows of his plans. For most of his past life, he would not have accepted this deal, but there's a reason the devil comes to deal during the darkest times.
"What's keeping the Church from settling in Japan again?" A rhetorical question asked by the demon in human skin. They both knew the answer.
"Pride." The young man muttered, and as soon as he did his brain clicked.
"With the Red Dragon awake, the White Dragon would not miss this opportunity," The young man started, "and when he catches word, it's going to inevitably spread to the Grigori, which will then spread to the Church."
"It'll be a pain if the Jujutsu Sorcerers and the Church maniacs were to reach an agreement." The young woman(?) continued his thought with a nod,
Whether they'll admit it or not, those of the Church (especially the Catholic/Vatican) are too prideful to continue compromises with Japanese Sorcerers, they already have enough with the Grigori on their plate. Having a peace treaty between Jujutsu Sorcerers and the Western Church that essentially said "you stay over there and we'll stay over here" was the farthest they were willing to go (that was until Satoru Gojo was born).
"If one of the Archangels catches wind of this…" He trailed off, thinking of the most likely possibility.
"The fakes?"
The young woman(?) questioned with a tilt of her head and a smug smirk, knowing exactly what she was doing. The young man's hand twitched, but he didn't bother to respond.
"You don't truly believe that man is Saint Michael the Archangel, do you?"
"What I believe is irrelevant." The young man shook his head, he did not want to get into this debate again, the demon in front of him was just attempting to get a rise out of him. So, he attempted to steer the conversation back to his main point.
"What exactly do you plan to do with the Dragons?"
"Well," The young woman drawled, stretching her arms behind her back. "If it's Church matters, then you can deal with it, right?"
"I'd rather not have more eyes on my back." The Sorcerers of this country were already apprehensive of him as is. He worked hard to get permission to set up in Japan, even if it is in a place that is more open to Christianity. If he were to deal with the Red Dragon, he'll have to wait until the officials make their moves.
"Then how about we just let them be?"
That question stood in the air for a second, before the young man responded with a confused expression. "Didn't you visit just to warn me of them? I'd have assumed you had something for them."
"I didn't come here to warn you, just inform you." The young woman(?) corrected with a small shrug. "Don't get me wrong, I do have a few contingencies, but for the moment I think we can just wait and let things play out."
A minute of silence passed between the two before the young man agreed to this compromise.
"Fine then, neither of us will interfere with this matter." He nodded, turning back towards the cross. "Now leave, your matter here is settled."
"Aw, already?" The demon mocked with a teasing tone. "But it's been so long! Why don't we catch up–"
The cursed sorcerer ducked down, dodging a ball of crimson flames. The flames itself vanished right before making contact with the wall.
"That was unnecessary."
"Leave." A feminine voice echoed. Pure hatred filling her tone. The golden kitsune stood up on all four legs, nine tails spread out behind her.
The demon disguised as a young woman only narrowed her eyes at the kitsune, before looking towards the young man. The snarky smile never leaving her face.
"Should I take the presence of Abe's brainchild as betrayal, Amakusa Shirou?"
"Of course not, Kenjaku. We are under Oath after all. I wouldn't dare to incur the Lord's wrath."
That's all that needed to be said, before the shadows devoured the devil disguised as a young woman.
Amakusa sighed. Despite vanishing, Amakusa could still feel the demon's presence, alongside the presence of two others right outside the cathedral.
"Could have just used the door." He muttered.
While Kenjaku and Amakusa were nearing the end of their discussion, the two curse users stood outside the cathedral. Yūrei leaned against the nearest tree while Freed curiously examined the gravestones. The moonlight cast a shadow over the trees, giving off an unsettling feeling to any normal person, like a haunted graveyard.
A minute of awkward silence passed before Freed started a conversation.
"Aren't you going to follow up?" He called out. He kneeled down onto the closest gravestone.
Yūrei responded by raising an eyebrow towards the maniac priest's direction.
"Don't give me that look, you know what I'm talking about." Freed cleared his throat and growled in an attempt to mimic the black-haired young man, "I'll kill you later."
"Are you that desperate to die?"
"Nah," Freed scoffed, "I'm just wanting to see if you aren't a pussy."
Yūrei clenched his fist and pushed himself off the tree, standing up straight. His palms began to glow a brilliant blue, but before he could take any action, he finally noticed the look on Freed's face.
A large, snarky, and irritating grin.
It took another second for the words to process in the black-haired curse user's mind, and when they did he audibly groaned and leaned back against the tree.
"I will kill you in the most painful way possible." The black-haried curse user crossed his arms. "Eventually."
The two sat in silence for another minute, before Freed began a conversation again. "I don't get you."
At Yūrei's (once again) confused expression, Freed elaborated, "You're a killer yet I see you hesitate to kill. You say that what you do is for revenge yet I've never once seen you plot your revenge.
"When anyone mentions anything about your sister, you're thrown into a mad rage, yet isn't her death what you're striving for?"
"Spit it out, Freed." Yūrei did not want to hear a lecture from a psychopath who gets off from murder and mutilation.
"Look, all I'm saying is that I know what I am and who I am. I know why I do the things I do. But you…"
Freed pointed at the black-haired young man. "But you still hesitate, why?"
His words lingered in Yūrei's mind, but the young man could not bring himself to find a good answer.
In response, Freed sighed. Sitting down and leaning on the nearest gravestone.
"A yandere and a tsundere. Pick a struggle already will you?"
Heat erupted from Yūrei's hand, and he prepared to scorch the psychotic priest, but before he could make a move, a hand emerged from the shadows beside him.
"Now now, both of you are still needed for some things." The young woman walked out of the shadows, her hand tightly gripping Yūrei's arm.
"Finally done with your chat?" Freed asked as he stood up.
"Yup! Now all I need to do is wait."
"What about us?" Yūrei asked. The woman(?) released his arm.
"You two are free to do what you wish for now. Though I have a recommendation."
She turned her gaze solely to Yūrei. "Join Suguru Geto, and I assure you that you'll have your revenge."
With that, she vanished into the shadows again. The two young men stood in silence. Yūrei replayed the conversation with Freed from earlier, and he let her words linger. With his mind made up, he placed his hands in his pockets and turned around, walking off into the distance.
Freed stood alone, his mind wandered and his eyes moved towards the gravestones in front of him.
It's not like he can really do much now, that demon woman's technique of teleporting through shadows is what kept him from getting caught, especially by Gojo Satoru.
"Might as well just wait for my turn." He sighed. His gaze still focused on the gravestones in front of him.
The scent of the weak filled his nose. Those pathetic humans kneeled before him, asking for his help, his assistance. He grants it to them, of course, but simply because he has to put on airs.
To the people in this land, he's simply a benevolent monk.
To the sorcerers, he's the worst man in the country.
"Filthy monkeys." He muttered quietly so no one could hear him, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his head on his hand. The doors of the entrance closed with a bang, one that echoed throughout the monastery. Simply because at this point in time it was empty save for two people.
"Could you not contain yourself?" A feminine voice teased. He turned his head towards a woman– with light brown hair and a purple dress– walking towards him. Geto stood up in greeting.
"It's been a long day, I suppose. Is that all for today, Manami?" Geto responded with a wide smile, one that brought only comfort to those that saw it.
"Well, luckily you're done with dealing with humans." Manami Suda paused, gazing towards the clipboard in her hand. "You have one last guest for the night."
The woman paused, her eyes narrowing at the paper on the clipboard. "But she's a… special case it seems."
"Is she a sorcerer?" The use of 'humans' implied that the next guest wasn't the average non-sorcerer.
Manami nodded. "A foreign sorcerer, from The Grigori."
That got Geto's full attention. "The Grigori? Why would…"
"She says that she wishes to join our cause."
Geto placed a hand on his chin and stood in thought for a solid thirty seconds, before he asked, "Truly?"
"Straight from her mouth."
Of course, having a sorcerer from the famous and infamous Grigori would be another playing card for Geto's plan of a world of non-sorcerers, so logically there was no reason to turn away this request.
The world is not so black and white. Geto has only heard of the Grigori both in passing and back when he was still at Jujutsu High.
Putting it simply, they weren't any different from the officials at Jujutsu Headquarters.
But it is because of that reason that Geto hesitates. This bundle of curse users that Geto has gathered over the years is a family that he's created.
They know their goals and they all support each other. An outsider joining for their own causes will only bring dissatisfaction and distrust in the long run.
In that case… "Bring her in." He'll see for himself her reason for being here.
Manami nodded, and with a snap of her fingers the door opened, a figure walking in.
She stood at average height. A young woman with white shoulder length hair and pale blue eyes. She wore a beige turtleneck underneath a black leather vest with a large black leather coat resting on her shoulders. Plastered in multiple locations on her person was an emblem– an upside down cross surrounded by three wings on both sides.
When she walked close enough to the two curse users, she bowed her head.
"Greetings. My name is Faust."
She spoke elegantly and softly, yet loud enough for both curse users to hear her.
Geto puts on a plastid smile. "No need for such formalities, Faust, we are all sorcerers here."
Even if the woman– Faust– is here for her own personal gain, they are all sorcerers at the end of the day.
And if she is truly here to join his cause, then how could he not greet her with high esteem and respect? Much like how he treats every other sorcerer.
However, good things don't come for free, Geto knows this very well.
"I've heard that you wish to join my cause." Geto starts, getting straight to the point. Faust nods in return. "Do you know exactly what my cause is?"
"The death of every non-sorcerer, to create a world without curses running rampant." She answers automatically, as if she was expecting that question.
She even knew the reason for his cause. He didn't show it, but Geto truly was impressed at that moment, yet he kept probing.
"Where exactly did you hear of this?"
The apathetic and monotone mask that she held broke slightly, and only for a second. Faust released a sigh. "Yuki Tsukumo has a habit of letting loose when she's under the influence."
In other words, Yuki talks too much when she's drunk. Geto almost smirked at that, and he would have if it weren't for his next question.
"Then, let me ask you this." The air in the room did a complete one-eighty, as if someone flipped a light switch and tension filled the room.
Geto felt his pull on every spirit in the vicinity ready.
"Why are you here?"
And once again, as if expecting this exact question and reaction, Faust answers automatically.
"Faust knows all that there is to know about the past and the present." She began, unintentionally showing her small speech quirk.
"However, Faust has yet to know everything about the future. While Faust is able to predict based on current evidence, that is not enough to know everything about what is to come.
"I wish to know every possibility."
What spoke was not simply coming from Faust herself.
Geto could feel it, the presence of a strong curse lingered in the air, one that wasn't under his control.
"A world without humans. A world where only the sorcerers live."
Her pale blue eyes seemed to glow red.
"I very much would like to see such a world."
The tension dwindled, returning to normal after twenty seconds. To say that Geto was impressed would be an understatement.
Though he still had some doubts, she definitely withheld some information, she proved her sincerity enough. However, he still had one question.
A question that Faust was expecting as she added. "If you are wondering if the rest of the Grigori officials know about Faust's presence here, there is no need to worry. To everyone else, Faust is simply gone for personal business. Everything Faust does here does not represent the whole of Grigori."
Of course, having someone from the Grigori join a curse user that's under the Jujutsu Society's criminal list is asking for conflict between the two factions.
But Faust had planned for that scenario.
Within a minute, Geto made up his mind. He stood up and walked over to the Grigori member. Standing two feet in front of her, he held out his hand.
"Then welcome to the family, Faust."
The two shook hands.
And Suguru Geto's dream of a curse-less world is one step closer to fruition.
A similar vision fills his mind. He stood on the side of a familiar road. Just moments prior a familiar young girl was happily skipping alongside him. Her bright smile as she waved and moved towards the crossroad.
He remembers the car's horn blaring. He remembers the loud crash as the car swerved into the metal barriers on the side of the road. He remembers the sickening crack of her head, the splashing of blood across the pavement.
Now however, what stood there was not the young Yuta that experienced the event. He stood there with wide eyes, filled with fear, filled with regret, as if experiencing this exact event again, and again.
Rika–
"Yuta–" A corrupted voice drew out his name. He couldn't bring himself to look downwards, towards the pool of blood that moved towards his feet.
"Yuta"
Her distorted voice called out again. And he couldn't answer.
He couldn't answer.
"I'm sorry." He didn't know why he was apologizing. But his parents used to say that if he was in the wrong, then he should apologize and things will be good again, right?
Things will go back to normal, right?
After meeting his friend– a degenerate with brown hair– things have been going back to normal, right? He's gotten closer to his family once again, though still not as close, and he's even made a friend closer than anyone else.
So why–
"Yuta"
Was it himself?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Is it his fault?
Things should be normal again. He should be fine now. He should be good now.
So why–
He looked down– he shouldn't have done that. He saw her hands grasp his ankles, a figure crawling out of the pool of blood.
"Yuta" She drew out his name, as if singing his name.
"Yuta, I–"
"I'm sorry."
He cried out.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Some things won't go away that easily.
I'm sorry.
"Yuta!" A different voice called out.
He awoke with a loud gasp and sweat dripping down his head. "W-what–" He attempted to ask, but his thoughts were so disoriented that he couldn't grasp a coherent sentence.
"You looked like you were having a nightmare." His little sister said.
"I…"
"Yeah, just uh…" He looked for a good excuse, his thoughts finally calming down. "Worrying about school, is all."
She didn't buy that at all, but from the pale expression on her big brother's face, she didn't pry.
"Alright, well." She looked towards the time, the clock striking midnight.
"I'm right across the hallway, and mom and dad will definitely wake up if you were in trouble."
He knew what she was insinuating. He lightly smiled and placed his hand on her head. "I'm not a child anymore Yuri, I'm fine."
She turned away with a huff, but still allowed him to rub her head.
"We're all here for you, y'know?"
"I…" He hesitated, "I know. Thank you. I think it's time to go to sleep now." He waved her off. She walked towards the door, giving him one last concerned glance before closing the door.
He laid back down, his eyes staring at the ceiling. Why now of all times does the past come back to haunt him? Why couldn't he get better? He fell back asleep with these thoughts plaguing his mind.
I'm sorry.
(A/N)
Now I know what you're thinking.
"What's Faust (from the popular gacha game Limbus company) and Amakusa (from the popular Fate franchise) doing here? Isn't this just a dxd and jjk crossover?" Yes, yes it is. The JJK setting with dxd elements, that's what this story is.
However, for what I have planned, dxd isn't really enough and if it isn't obvious by now, the western– catholic/christian/vatican— church will be a very important element to this story. So that explains Amakusa's place here (being the most infamous icon of christianity within Japan), but what about Faust? No, this isn't a project moon crossover either, and while I really like the Sinners in Limbus Company, I don't plan on incorporating all of them (maybe like only three of them)
For Faust's inclusion it's simple, Faust here may be taken from Limbus Company (her speech pattern, personality, and design) but her backstory is more akin to Faust from legends– such as Goethe's Faust and the historical Johann Georg Faust. In other words, what is Faust most known for? (Hint: A certain demon he makes a deal with)
Ah, perhaps I said too much. Anyways, I promise you that if you let me cook that I'll hopefully provide a good meal with this story.