Notes: Naruto should've married sasuke imo.
Someone spell-check and grammar-check for me!
Empyrean
Chapter 1
She couldn't recall a time when she felt this whole.
This pure, even.
Ah, the strength coursing through her veins!
The speed at which her legs could carry her!
The beauty that her body beholds!
Malenia the severed, was severed now from her affliction!
Gone was that disgusting rot, that grasp of the outer creature.
Gone was her uselessness, her handicaps and limitations.
Now she could be perfect, unparalleled, unrivaled.
She felt powerful, worthy, divine.
How? She didn't know, nor care.
Her warrior mind could only ever hold the image of one, her thoughts and desires all related to he.
There was nobody more than deserving of her servitude than him, in her own opinion.
And she would find him as quickly as possible and show him how perfect they were together.
She couldn't wait to see her twin again with working, perfect seeing eyes.
'Miquella, wait for me.'
But before anything, Malenia needed to understand her surroundings...
The golden, limitless sands as far as the eye could see.
As well as the beautiful palace before her, adored with blue and white and gold.
And this feeling she got in her gut, from the auras of whatever beings lay in wait.
'This level of... deities?'
She knew why they were afraid, though. She had felt it too.
Her Miquella's sheer power.
Which meant...
They were his enemies, yes?
...
The council had long started.
Naturally, there were arguments and threats afoot.
But one thing was most common between the handful of main deities.
Fear.
The once great Egyptian gods stood or sat, petrified, seeing a god in the form of a boy utterly bombard the modern capital of their country with giant golden weapons, all for the serpent to deflect or disintegrate them, causing even more damage. Apep would thrash about, lunging and swinging its body about, tearing down ancient architecture, flattening all it fell onto.
They watched the battle of their capital city, watching creations of their people being mindlessly destroyed. They would lose thousands of human lives every second.
"But the Greeks! They would surely-"
"As if! Those fools care for none but their own tails!"
They were afraid of what they were seeing.
What they saw.
They spoke of potential allies, whom they could ask for aid against the great serpent.
"Our benevolent sun god, won't you go slay your archenemy?! Won't you save us?!"
"Silence, Isis! He is not in any shape to take him on, let alone both!"
"Someone must do something! If the serpent wins..."
The richly adorned room was quickly abrupt in chaos, the deities of many different representations in heated discussion.
Particularly, the evil dragon Apep, and the other being, who was currently toying with him.
Ra had gone old, his strength no longer rivalling that of the serpent. He was hardly keeping upright, holding his frail body against his great spear. Once a god capable of rivaling Yahweh and Shiva in their primes, now reduced to nothing.
Horus had gotten lazy, too used to the peaceful times of his people. He hadn't wielded his staff in centuries.
Set merely cared for himself.
Bastet was long dead, eaten alive by the mother of dragons herself in a skirmish.
The rest...
Could never hope to even injure the serpent.
In the end, that didn't matter.
They all watched the enemy of their strongest god be slain, and the child-God flash away in a burst of holy magic likened to that of the dead biblical god.
"Is... are we okay?"
It was Hathor who had asked, hesitation and anxiety laced in her words.
She was right to be afraid, still.
Nobody knew why that battle had truly broken out, but they had seen firsthand, neither cared about revealing themselves to the unknowing world.
The three pyramids, as well as nearly all of Cairo, were gone.
"They... they destroyed our-"
Anubis had begun to speak from his space in the back, his eyes widening as his sentence was cut short.
The others gasped in shock as well, but their eyes were on something behind him, rather than he himself.
The air itself stilled, as if it were ordered to.
"They... they..."
He tried to continue, eyes roaming downward to meet the flat palm currently protruding from his chest.
"Oh..."
TEAR
"Truly astounding... Thy level of incompetence. Gods, are ye?"
Anubis keeled over, the dog-headed boy falling onto his side, body shaking as he began to draw his last breaths.
The rest looked up in fear of the rather large woman, her right forearm covered in the blood of their fellow deity, her first victim.
None had dared to move, except-
"ANUBIS!"
Isis screamed out in shock and despair, seeing her son be so brutally slain.
"Mother, no!"
Horus had tried to hold her back, to stop her from making a fatal mistake. He too was feeling rage boil within him, one he hadn't had to use since the ancient times.
"MY BAB-"
SPLAT
Isis had gone right up to her second son's corpse, stupidly ignoring his killer right before them.
And as such, the monster backhanded the moon goddess, almost tiredly swatting her head into nothing, the woman's dark, watery God blood coating the ornate wall to her side.
"Truly, truly incompetent."
The monster had killed two gods in the span of seconds, her eyes never leaving the grayed ones of the strongest they had.
Ra.
And as the air stilled once more, the giant woman flashed over to the sun god, and the room erupted into chaos.
...
He was now in... Romania, was it?
It was most certainly breathtaking, to put it simply. Lush green everywhere, cozy architecture he would see in the countryside of the lands between. The mountain ranges and valleys were even covered in beautiful flowers, the flora of this place quite breathtaking.
The sun shone high in the clear blue sky, birds of beautiful colors flew about, chirping their opinions on the matter.
Miquella's golden accessories shone in the light, as well as his eyes, and the ideas forming in his mind.
The land was simply amazing, a far contrast to the gloomy colors and feeling of his homeland.
A mere town had been well kept on this particular plot of land, buildings made of brick and wood, humans young and old going about their daily lives, craftsmen working at an anvil, young maidens dancing about with baskets and cloth on their arms.
Miquella took in a deep breath of fine air, releasing it into the soft breeze coming down his way, caring not for the blowing of his long robe.
'The Carpathian Mountains...'
It was perfect.
'Here.'
The thousand-year-old boy decided right then, this would be where he grew his tree.
He needed not search any longer.
He still needed a few more things to ensure he and his twin could live in peace, but it was here they would do so.
"Thy land is marvelous..."
He finally spoke up, giddily kicking his feet off the edge of the small wooden cart, turning back to the man leading his horse, cart in tow.
The apple from the tree of wisdom was something he couldn't appreciate enough. He had no idea of other languages, yet the apple provided him with knowledge of nearly all.
"Aye, a lovely place to settle, isn't it? My family has lived here for generations."
An older man, one with grayed hair and wrinkled skin, yet all smiles. Miquella was surprised the man wasn't, when he simply appeared on the road before him. The man shrugged, offering the demigod a ride, saying,
"That isn't quite the strangest thing I've seen, believe it or not. Now, come along, boyo, I'll let you ride in the back."
Miquella readily agreed, and here they were now.
"I would very much like to live here. My twin deserves a life of peace."
Miquella saw the old fellow nod from the corner of his eye, flicking the reins gently to keep his steed moving.
"A fine place to settle, as I've said. However..."
The man, despite leading the horse, turned back, locking tired green eyes with the bright golden ones of his young companion.
"Are you a god, boy? A deity of some sort?"
The question took Miquella by shock, a rather sudden move. Still, he saw no point in lying to him.
"N-nay... at least, not yet, good sir. Is that a problem?"
The man shook his head, shocking Miquella even more.
"No, it is not. I am..."
He turned right back around to the demigod, giving him a glance over before smiling softly, the sort of smile one would give to a well-behaved brat.
"A decent judge of character, or so I'm told. Also, you appear to be rather tame, compared to most deities I've heard of in tales. You could very well be Fat-Frumos from a folktale of our people, but I have a feeling that isn't so."
So, he knew of the world beyond the mundane? That made things much easier for Miquella.
They slowly inched closer to the town, and already Miquella could see people he had never met wave towards them, smiles on their relaxed faces. It brought warmth to him, truly. It reminded him of the haligtree, or his father.
He saw no harm in waving back, a smile of his own forming.
"If you may allow me to settle here, good sir, I promise to protect these lands, bless your harvests, and ease your people's burdens. I will not enforce worship or churches in my name, as well."
He gave a promise to the man, who had taken to slowing down his cart as they drew past old wooden fence, entering the small, dozen or so building town.
Miquella was a monster to some, but to many unfortunates, he could only be Miquella the kind.
And Miquella could only ever strive to be as kind and fair as Godwyn the golden.
"It would be appreciated, but wholly unnecessary. We are a tight-knit bunch, and here, anyone may pursue whatever they want. We have no chief, no leader, only a collective of folks who make sure the place runs. In other words, do as you wish."
The cart stopped completely, the man groaning as he exited his place at the front of the cart, giving his steed a soft pat on its back before heading around to the back of the cart.
Miquella could see children scrambling in their direction, no doubt curious of the newcomer. It brought yet another smile to his face.
Yes, this was a fine place indeed.
...
Kokabiel was a traitor.
That much was clear to Azazel.
How could it not be? The war-loving lunatic was showing himself less and less, fallen closest to him speaking in hushed whispers, as if they knew something the other cadre and lower rankers did not.
Shards of the sword of promised victory being stolen from their places in churches across the globe, with black feathers and tainted light left behind...
Rogue exorcists and priests...
"Dammit!"
He drove a fist down onto his desk, unintentionally causing paperwork to fly to the floor.
This was not something he needed right now. First Satanael, next Kokabiel? Then who?
They couldn't even find Satanael! He vanished!
And to make matters far worse, there were fallen lingering in that little town the siblings of the satans resided in.
And there were rumors of exorcists of the Vatican itself there as well, or more specifically, heaven. Members from all three factions were there, meaning if even two of the three came to blows...
"Fuck!"
He couldn't hope to match Sirzechs in battle. He could barely match Michael, let alone Metatron. If war broke out, all because of a traitor to Grigori, then the fallen angels would be gone. They didn't have the firepower, nor the manpower to take part in the war, yet Kokabiel was planning to start it up once more anyways.
Also considering, if they did go to war, he'd never be able to fondle Gabriel's perfect tits!
"Shit!"
And with this "Khaos Brigade" he's heard rumors of, the whole world would go to shit once the reignited war had ended. A hidden faction comprised of factions?
And as well, that unknown god who destroyed Apophis, or Apep, had been left to his own devices. Who knows what they wanted, but it was obvious they didn't care about revealing themselves to the unmagical world.
He had also broken into the greatly protected fourth heaven, stolen and eaten an apple from the tree of wisdom, and gained knowledge of everything instantly.
What a clusterfuck that is, all on its own.
He was on dad's level, before he used up half his power during the great war. They would be equals.
That meant he was not to be messed with, no matter what.
"Why now!?"
Azazel traded his fist on the desk for his face, his fingers gripping into the edge of the wood.
There was so much going on now. All talks of peace and coexistence would go down the drain if the great war restarted.
All because of that fucking lunatic, Kokabiel!
The door to his private office slammed open, his vice governor hastily moving to his desk.
"A-Azazel! We've just gotten word... the Egyptian gods are all-"
What in dad's name was happening?!
And where the fuck was Kokabiel?!
...
Even the moon here was stunning.
Its silver glow reminded him of his bond with his twin.
The golden glow of the sun, and the silver glow of the moon.
Miquella and Malenia.
"Tranquility..."
She was here, flexing her incredible aura for the entire world to feel, crossing great amounts of land in seconds, literally racing to him.
Miquella smiled, sighing in relief. Reunited, at last...
He had taken up a hill by the village he found, crafting a small cottage of brick and wood, like that of a structure in town. He needed furnishings, clearly, as there was nothing inside the two-floor home, save a small but lengthy cot, big enough for two.
He did have to upscale everything, considering his sister was a damn giant.
He planted the seedling after, drawing his blood and coating the little sapling in his own authority.
It would become a fine tree, and this little town, his home. He had already assisted a few of the people, gaining trust and more importantly, their affection. He blessed fields and lakes, unlocked the potential of their minds, cured the sick, and gave them all sweet, filling dreams when they rested their heads.
He wasn't ashamed to charm them, it was more for their sake than his own. He knew he would need a following, servants of worship, to push his power over the edge to help him ascend. Even with not but forty or so humans in the small village, their combined beliefs bolstered his authority.
Miquella was outside of his currently empty home, sitting in the short grass, putting together a crown of flowers, an assortment of white and red peonies. He crowned himself, getting up from the earth to gaze down at the village.
In time, it would become the center of the world, it's people as gods and its lands as the ones he saw in his short time in heaven.
He would have to deal with that first, though.
The impending war.
He had heard the pinions from afar for a while already, then the sound of boots crushing into the green grass behind him. The aura was dark yet light, only further increasing Miquella's curiosity.
"Pardon my intrusion."
A rough voice, belonging to an equally rough man. His eyes held insanity, yet his magic felt calm.
"It is no issue. Please, sit."
He held no surprise the man found him. He was nowhere near Miquella's match, and showed no hostility anyway.
Miquella patted the cool grass beside him, using the chance to see the fallen angel better. Ten pitch black wings followed behind him as he took his seat, glowing crimson eyes filling their sockets, with lengthy pointed ears. He looked insane, a psychopath, like one corrupted by the unrelenting frenzied flame back home.
Yet, he was not, underneath the elaborate armor and garb he wore.
Fallen or not, an angel is an angel.
"The apple should have told you of me by now."
The fallen one spoke, his previous harsh tone now not but soft words.
"Aye, it has."
Miquella did indeed learn of whom this person was.
The watcher of the infinite number of stars in the sky.
The war general and cadre of the greatest collective of tainted heavenly hosts.
Kokabiel.
"It is you, then, causing this uneasiness in the world?"
If the man was taken aback by the statement, he did not show it.
"Of course... I shouldn't be surprised you can carry your senses that far. You are just like him..."
The crow let out a laugh, one of slight pain and regret.
"More than you could understand... Tell me, does the apple tell you of sin?"
Of course it did. It was the apple of the knowledge of good and evil. It made sides, the blue glow of the pure, and the red glow of the tainted.
The heavenly virtues and the devilish sins.
"It does."
Kokabiel, a rather tall fellow, sat cross-legged beside him, resting back on his palms, his gaze on the moon.
Miquella followed said gaze, staring too at the glowing orb of silver.
"Do you know my sin?"
The apple didn't quite tell him that much. Nothing too personal, it seems.
"Envy. Well, lust too, but primarily envy."
Kokabiel continued, his wings disappearing back into himself.
"I envied people. Humans. I envied... their eagerness to kill one another."
Ah. A warmonger, through and through.
Malenia wasn't quite the same, but she'd slaughter millions for his sake.
But this one...
"Strange, isn't it? I was there, we all were, watching Cain beat Abel to death with a stone. And when fa- when God asked him of it, he lied."
Kokabiel then turned his way, expectancy in his eyes as he further continued.
"Could you believe that? We couldn't, that was for sure. A human, one of the very first, mind you, flat out lied in the face of a being that could destroy him with a mere thought!"
Miquella opened his mouth, but he could not quite find the words. What could he say to one that would not hear it?
"Why are you telling me of this?"
That was all he could ask. Kokabiel took it anyways, turning back to look at the moon.
"Who knows... Perhaps you remind me of him. Perhaps this is my confession."
"What would you need to confess for?"
He knew why Kokabiel was confessing to him, it was obvious; He was not Yahweh, not the father of angels, but to Kokabiel, and the other angels, he was close enough.
Every child wished for guidance from their parent, wished to know and have help determining the course of life they would travel down.
Not even Kokabiel, the mindless murderer, was exempt from this.
"I have slain tens... hundreds of thousands over the course of my life. I have murdered, lusted, raped, stolen, despaired, envied, and much more. I could go on about my sins for hours."
Miquella merely nodded.
"Envy is my personal, my cardinal sin, purely because I envied the way humans killed one another."
Kokabiel was wholeheartedly a killer.
"Angels kill gracefully, quickly, merciless and mercifully. We never drew on a fight if we couldn't help it."
He paused in his explanations, holding out his palm to conjure a flickering blade of golden light. It was a simple sword, yet it seemed to hold the answers to Kokabiel's bloodlust.
"When Helel... when Lucifer fell, and others followed, I did eventually as well. Angels fell into sin of their choosing.
the joys of hoarding treasures...
the unparalleled pleasures of sex...
the giddy race of your heart as you beat a sibling to death, coating your hands in their blood."
Kokabiel was truly irredeemable. Angels whom have fallen could not get back into grace. Even if they could, the watcher of the stars would be one exception.
He released his sword, letting another blade fall into his palm instead.
"This is a shard of Excalibur, a god-slaying sword. It has nearly no equal."
Miquella glanced down at them. The original blade must have been shattered, forged into multiple lesser blades. This was only one, yet it held a significant amount of power.
"I have nearly gotten them all already, and once reforged into the full blade, I will reignite the great war, and plunge the world into chaos."
That was...
"Why?"
Miquella could understand his reason why. But... why?
"It is my calling, perhaps... It is my final act, my last gift to these humans I have grown to envy. I want my people to prosper, and to have the control and power to crush even those with their indomitable human spirit."
Kokabiel thought back to the past, to the human who'd defeated him in a human war, the sharp, destructive edge of Durandal at his neck.
"I don't know why I told you all this, but thank you for listening."
Miquella watched him stand the sword disappearing as his dark pinions made another appearance. He took a few steps forward, ready to fly away.
"Where would thee begin?"
Miquella stopped him from leaving just yet. A war to destroy the world was something he couldn't have if he wanted to live in it, in peace.
Well, he did just slaughter millions a few hours ago, but that was beside the point.
"Kuoh, Japan. There are very prominent children there, who's deaths would be the catalyst for the new war once I've slain them. Excalibur being reunited and reforged is only to help my side."
The demigod knew right then what he had to do. No... he would help, but this would be a task for his blade. Malenia would be the one...
"I will stop you."
That was all he said in response.
Kokabiel took the words, smiling a soft smile as he turned back to him.
"Do as you wish. Goodbye, golden god."
And with that said, Kokabiel took to the skies and left into the night.
Miquella watched him go, uttering one of the lines spoken to him.
"The world into chaos..."
May chaos take the world!
He ran the sentence through his head, remembering once more the insanity of those corrupted by the flames of frenzy.
Ah... poor, poor Vyke...
CRASH
He couldn't help the twitching of his eye, a large sigh escaping his lips.
Malenia was here, finally.
But did she have to crash through the home he'd just built up?
"B-brother..."
She slowly trudged out from the rubble of their new home. Or what was left of it.
"Hello, sister."
She was truly as beautiful as ever.
Her affliction they'd worked so hard to cure appeared to be gone as well, from what he noticed beneath her odd clothing. And the spear she had at her side felt divine, among other things.
Golden eyes met golden eyes.
His sister's lips quivered, and his own curled up into a small smile.
"W-welcome home."
She choked out, walking slowly before sprinting to him. She left behind her fear and shame, stopping in her tracks right before him and pulling Miquella into her arms.
His sister hugged him tight, lifting him far off the ground as she squeezed him to her chest. It was a little painful, and he couldn't breathe, but it was fine.
"I'm home..."
And despite the upcoming battle, the possible war, he was at peace.
His other half was with him now.
He was home.
BOOM
'Seriously?'
Speaking of home, it just blew up, somehow. He didn't have anything explosive in there, so how did...
Never mind.
"Ah..."
At least his sister had the dignity to look embarrassed, only a slight tinge of pink on her pale skin.
There was a fire now, too, spreading along the grass, as smoke arose from the destroyed house.
"I just built that..."
He murmured, doing his best to regain his breath after just being nearly suffocated.
"Forgive me, Miquella... I-I have failed..."
She kneeled before him, her eyes tightly closed and her head bowed.
He merely smiled, reaching over to pat her head, letting out a deep sigh as he did so.
"It is quite alright, Malenia. Whatever it is you believe you've failed, I promise you have not."
He hugged her again, glancing over to the suddenly bright village to their side.
Were they worried? Scared?
No, it didn't quite matter at the moment.
He could care for nothing more than the shaking demigoddess hugging him back.
...
And here he was, lounging in the night sky.
The talk with his could-be father greatly changed his plans. He got inspired, even if the other hardly spoke.
Kokabiel wouldn't wait any longer for Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri to prepare themselves for battle.
Nor would he let Valper have his requested moment to show off the Excalibur composed of four shards.
Kokabiel would bring an army to face off against the golden child and the other who he had felt approaching.
He would wield the fused Excalibur himself, and care not for the casualties his people would create of the town.
He knew he couldn't beat that child, but it didn't matter.
Even if he lost, he'd still win.
The child, who had flattened Cairo, would also ravage Kuoh in their battle, and re-spark the great war upon the deaths of the exorcists and resident devils.
It would be a shame Kokabiel wouldn't be able to partake in the future war, but he could die knowing the world was once more at it.
Now, he just needed to plan out how he would confront the devils, and how he would come off when the golden child confronted him.
He would greatly envy his defeat at the hands of the child with the strength of the one God, but that was something he could die with.
Truly, what a way to go out...
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
"Hehe... starting already, my legion?"
Giant spears of light crashed down into the town, and the battle for Kuoh had begun.
Kokabiel cackled, forming his own massive spear of light.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
His chuckling became full on laughter, as he threw the spear.
Straight at Kuoh academy.
Chapter End
Notes: Figured I'd grace you all with one more chappy wappy before the dlc drops.
Don't worry, I'll make the Kokabiel fight interesting and long in the following chapter. I swear it'll be good.
Also, Kokabiel is an interesting character, so I gave him some background. Hopefully he isn't too un-him.
That's about it.
Bye-bye.