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"The dream was marvellous but the terror was great; we must treasure the dream whatever the terror; for the dream has shown that misery comes at last to the healthy man, the end of his life is sorrow." – Anonymous
I hovered above the clouds, watching the city below with my refined vision. Even then, I could only see dark spots meandering about their daily lives as I tried my best to remain poised.
Often days, I wondered how other winged beings managed to levitate while I had to continuously flap my own to prevent descent. It was a mystery that I wished to uncover at the earliest convenience, praying that it come sooner.
Despite my not-so farfetched desire, I revelled in the novel experience. Of fluttering where Man barely reach and often dreamt of touching.
Moments passed before I sensed the arrival of another, with wings flapping at a sedated pace, an action more natural that my own, and I was forced to bite down the sudden sprouting of petulant jealousy.
I will learn how to do that too.
"It appears that it has been a long time since I laid my eyes upon this region." A soft voice spoke. "Many years ago, their nomadic ancestors were building villages of wood, with barely any treasures to their names. Now, it has become a citadel of steel and glass."
I chuckled lightly.
Though described with a particular grandiosity, I agree with those words. Humanity, a race with such limited lifespans, advanced much faster than their supernatural counterparts. The very Earth could attest to that, and someday, the vast cosmos would witness humanity at its greatest.
"Good morning, Michael-sama." I bowed – or tried to. "It's good to see you again."
Michael smiled. "It is good to see you, too, little brother." He spoke kindly. "Have you been well?"
I returned the smile. "I have. I see that you are doing as well as I imagined."
The de-facto Leader of Heaven appeared as he did the first time I saw him, slatted eyes that seemed perpetually sad still holding an incomparable compassion. His halo, one of blazing gold, played above his platinum locks, enamouring the world with the splendour of his gilded wings.
He laughed heartily. "Is that so?" He scratched his temple bemusedly. "I appear more exhausted than usual. Gabriel did not fail to mention that, unfortunately."
I laughed at the sentiment before shaking my head. Our sister was too honest but, that too, came from a place of worry for our eldest brother.
Upon closer inspection, I found truth in her worries. I could see the strain beneath his eyes that I, usually, would have passed off as inconsequential, but not today. It was telling of how much he was overworking himself as of late.
Michael offered a solemn gaze, disregarding his own condition. "I apologise for allowing such a burden to be placed on you, Shirō." He apologised. "You deserve to be at home, resting, but as it is, we must see through this duty today."
"You have no reason to apologise. I accepted to be here today, Onii-sama." I replied, worry settling into my gaze. "It is also my duty to see it through."
Michael frowned slightly and I could imagine what he was thinking, a selfless being such as himself.
Our failures had led to a loss of a faithful Maiden, and though she lives again, it had revealed that traitors exist within our ranks. And he was burdened by it, more so when I had acted in his stead, and with him being bound to Sixth Heaven, he was only capable of so much.
Michael smiled softly. "You are a blessing like no other, Shirō." He answered, honest and truthful. "Will you aid me once more?"
A short gust billowed in the presence of Heaven's Mightiest, and as though he were a calamity, nature bent to his will, wailing with piety to the Son. I noticed that, unlike my own, his wings were still. The very air that passed through my lungs and countless others, gracefully willing itself solid, creating a foothold beneath him.
Truly, it was a power befitting the Archangel.
I nodded strongly. "I would follow you to the ends of the earth if you so wished, Michael-sama." I declared, troubled by my inability to bend the knee. "Besides, if we leave Gabriel-oneesama for too long, I worry about the havoc that she might cause unsupervised."
In his absence, Gabriel would manage the Holy System. I heard a story, about long ago, that she had showered blessings upon a gathering of the faithful. Although it had been from the goodness of her heart, the overabundance of fortune had attracted a nameless misfortune.
Michael chuckled. "Worry not. Uriel and Griselda are there to monitor her." He said as he gazed in the direction of the Academy. "I thank you for working as hard as you do, even without us asking it of you."
Warmth.
A sense of accomplishment, an expression of admiration and appreciation, passed through my being, touching my core, and drawing a soft smile onto my lips. Michael's gaze softened as well before his wings unfurled.
"We ought to meet with the other soon." He announced. "I do not wish for Azazel's slothfulness to awaken within me."
Flapping once, then twice, he flew off. I followed closely behind, my eyes following his movements as I tried to emulate his form.
As we soared above, unknown to the denizen of Kuoh, I wondered if they would appreciate the abundant peace and tranquillity that followed the presence of God's greatest miracle.
The Bounded Field bordering the Academy was nigh-invisible to the naked eye. I only took note of it when we passed the bridge, experiencing a sudden chill.
It was nearing high noon, a period that often had these parts of town ridden with civilians. However, the only one I spotted soon turned away, never nearing the bridge.
"Worry not. It is akin to a warding spell that keeps humans from approaching this area." Michael informed. "Are you feeling its effects?"
I bristled as the strangeness attempted to rattle me.
Within the Field's radius, our true natures were hidden, so as to not affect the world around us nor draw the attention of onlookers.
I quickly shook my head. "No." I spoke. "It just feels unnatural to me."
Despite my extended stay in the city, my body still failed to accustom itself to Demonic Power. At times, I would nearly falter in the presence of my Devil peers, but more often than not, I quickly became conscious of my actions and swiftly restrained myself.
With my capability of wielding Demonic Swords, I had expected these feelings to be fleeting, but that did not seem to be the case. So, I suspected that it was not Demonic Power itself, but its varying natures depending on the individuals; Rias was akin to the pinpricking sensation of an open wound, Sona was like the raging tides of a tempest, Gasper was an all-enveloping darkness, and Issei being the pressure of a draconic beast.
Curiously, it was Koneko, Yūto and Asia whom I did not feel any sense of danger around. More so with Tsubaki, whom I found most comfort in, the shards of broken mirrors holding a familiarity to them despite our sparse time together.
I began to suspect that due to the influence of their original natures, either as other beings or as humans with Sacred Gears, it made up unique natures far from the usual Devilkin. It was a curious theory, one that had begun to make sense the more exposed I was to various supernatural beings.
Michael glanced at me. "It is a natural aversion for one as young as yourself." He spoke. "Though, one should accustom to it over a period of time, we have not the luxury. I will remedy it."
I nodded in agreement.
It was the natural dichotomy of good and evil, a fixed law in the order of the world. Angels abhorred darkness, and Devils feared the light. It was one such law that we hoped to abandon as to lay the foundations of a more united future.
We found the Sitri and Gremory peerages standing on either side of the pathway leading towards the courtyard. They bowed in respect as we passed by, and though I wanted to enjoy a conversation or two with them, this was neither the time nor the place for it.
I perked up as I sensed multiple traps lying dormant scattered about the schoolyard, acting as a secondary defensive measure. It was possible to ignore the warding nature of the Field, but if any made it this far into the area, it would not bode well and they would be treated as a threat.
Soon, we approached the main entrance, finding a stunning silver-haired woman dressed in a maid's attire. Even though it was my first time meeting her, I quickly recognised her aura as the mediator between Rias' peerage and that of, as I recently discovered, Riser Phenex, third son of the Phenex Clan and formerly Rias' betrothed.
The woman curtsied, flashing an unquestionable elegance. "I welcome your Heavenly Lordship. You honour us with your grace." She greeted.
Her aura was sharp, her form refined and precise, reminding me of Griselda, but greater. Though her power was bound, filtering only a miniscule with every movement, I became certain that she is an extremely capable individual.
Michael dipped his head kindly. "Greetings to you too, Grayfia. We thank you for accepting us." He said and I followed his example. "My sister, Gabriel, sends her regard to you and your child."
Grayfia offered us a warm smile. "Milady needn't do so, but I do appreciate it nonetheless." Her eyes minutely glanced towards mine before she gestured to the hallway. "Please, if you may follow me this way."
As we followed behind the woman, I delved into memory in search of her identity, recalling that her name was mentioned the other day as well.
Grayfia Lucifuge.
Wife to Sirzechs Lucifer and regarded to as the Strongest Queen. It was rumoured that she is Serafall Leviathan's equal in all but rank, having only lost once in a tenure during their youth. Also, she was someone Gabriel regarded highly, often stating that she would have made one of the finest of Angels had she been born one.
And as I watched her, her expressions of respect and gratitude were not false. She honestly meant every word.
The rustling of clothes and tapping of heeled shoes allowed my mind to wander to Xenovia and Irina who were taken along to Heaven. Gabriel had been moved by their convictions and pledged to make their promises worthwhile. I was certain that she would have reincarnated them herself, but I wondered if there were any Great Seraphim with positions remaining in their Suits.
Even if none remained, the girls would be cared for.
Michael stopped and I came to a halt a mere two steps behind him. We stood before a set of exquisitely crafted doors in a section of the school building that often housed the high-ranking staff members. Grayfia pushed them open and stood to the side.
Michael nodded to the woman. "You have our thanks." He said.
He stepped into the room and I followed closely behind, glancing toward the woman who offered a kind smile, to which I responded in earnest before facing ahead.
"Sirzechs Lucifer, Leader of the Underworld."
He stood tall, his body armoured in a similar fashion to that of my brother, yet somehow exposing him as a Demonic Lord. Behind him, flanking both sides of his seat, were Rias and Akeno – the former flashing a quick smile as we crossed gazes.
Sirzechs spread his arms wide. "Welcome, Lord Michael, Shirō." He greeted. "Please, take a seat."
"Embodiment of Destruction, the Strongest Lucifer."
"I thank you for your invitation, Lord Lucifer." Michael greeted kindly as we made way to his seat.
The Meeting Hall served as the venue, with several seats delegated to each of the leaders – two for the Underworld, one for the Grigori, and one for Heaven. Beautiful tapestries and immaculate artworks hung on the walls of the room, decorating it with a hint of wealth and splendour.
"Serafall Leviathan, Ultimate Female Devil."
Serafall exuded focus; her calm gaze settled onto me. Her usual disposition of an airy, Magical Girl persona was forgone. Instead, she remained stoic, a picturesque visage that I had often seen on her younger sister, one that both her attendants, Sona and Tsubaki, mirrored perfectly.
"Fiend of the Jötunn, Bearer of the Fragmented Ice."
"Getting a bit tardy, eh, Michael?" Azazel smirked.
Michael sighed glumly as he took a seat, leading me to guess that this was what he wished to avoid earlier; being harassed by his Fallen brother.
"Please, Azazel. It has been quite some time since I have been to these parts of the Earth. Surely you can excuse a little sightseeing?" Michael said, setting a tired gaze on the Fallen Angel.
"Azazel, Governor General of the Grigori."
In my brief time in this world, I heard many tales and stories that surrounded this man. That, even as he chuckled at my brother's expense, my guard never faltered, only tightening.
Though I had never met the man before, his presence alarmed me as much as Sirzechs' previously did. His humoured gaze flickered in my direction, a passing moment, and I restrained the urge to react.
"First to Fall from Grace, Sinister One."
Many voices chorused from the recesses of my mind, listing, studying, and formulating contingencies for each individual, as I was slowly reminded that I was in the presence of the most powerful beings of the Biblical Pantheon, monsters in human form.
Behind Azazel was a young man with dark hair and grey eyes, clothed in a black combat gear and a coat that seemed to writhe in its shadows. His gaze shifted towards mine, glinting with familiarity, and he offered a firm nod which I returned.
Monsters indeed.
"First of all, I thank you for accepting these summons. We have concerning matters to discuss in light of the most recent events." Sirzechs started.
Michael raised a hand, interjecting. "If I may be first?" Everyone agreed. "Although it has been a short while, Heaven owes many thanks to you. Without the intelligence of Lord Beelzebub, the technology of the Grigori and their resources, our people would have faced a continuous decline." He smiled kindly.
The effects of the Great War were lasting, with continued skirmishes serving to whittle down the numbers over the many years. In that time, humans had covered every corner of the Earth, but the supernatural had only led into scarcity. It was a terrible realisation that few of our peoples remained.
Unsurprisingly, Sona stepped forward. "Please excuse my intrusion, Lord Michael." She said.
I glanced towards the girl, schooling my features from raising an eyebrow. I could not blame her wanton curiosity because, unlike Rias whom I informed and had reached her own conjecture, she truly was unaware of the many secretive arrangements from those she followed.
This was the only place where she could receive answers.
Michael tilted his head curiously but nodded to the girl.
"I am under the impression that this meeting is to officiate an alliance or treaty at the very least, yet you imply that our Factions have previous collusions." Her bespectacled eyes narrowed, brimming with veiled confusion. "That we have assisted in saving the Heavens? I do not understand."
Her words were sharp but honest.
Sona focused a look of edged intent in my direction, but I could sense her unspoken question: 'Did you know about this?' Before I could indicate, her sharp glare bore into her sister, who merely smirked.
Azazel smirked amusedly. "Did they not tell you?" He chuckled as he leaned into his hand. "I expected you to have trusted these brats with this information, especially since they are the overseers of this budding battlefield."
Michael frowned slightly. "I too expected that." He said. "I am not especially fond of secrets, but I believe that, young as these children may be, they are worthy of your trust."
Sirzechs was pensive, his brow furrowing slightly.
I understood his perspective that as a brother, his greatest desire is to keep his sibling from danger. But he was both a brother and a leader. And as a leader of his people, his sister and her partners deserved to know of the dangers lying in wait, especially as ranking officers of his legion.
Soon, he looked up and smiled tiredly. "You are right, my apologies. I intended to use this as a means to assess their mettle, and it is for that reason we have brought them as our attendants today." A half-truth. He looked over his shoulder. "A few years ago, nay, longer than that, we have had a sort of agreement amongst ourselves as the leaders of our respective factions. It is only in the recent years that an unknown threat emerged and we were forced to put aside our greater differences and stand in unity as the Biblical Pantheon."
I paused, surprise taking over and I could see the same happening to the girls.
Sure, I did not know the exact details, only knowing of the recent advancements that managed to save our people. But years , longer? It was a surprising revelation, exposing collusions that dated further back than my arrival, even the births of every attendant in this room.
And the reason that I could believe that is solely the fact that Gabriel was quite familiar with Sirzechs and Grayfia, the latter having met with her when he was a bit younger.
Familiar enough to pass greetings to an adolescent child of two of the strongest devils.
"We noticed several, even groups, of our people vanishing without trace over the years." Azazel added. "Exorcists, Devils, and even those of my Nephilim Institute and the Grigori seemingly abandoning their stations, then going about the world to spread chaos." He muttered irritably.
A reasonable catalyst.
Sirzechs nodded. "As such, we have been preparing for the inevitability that will ensure the safety of our Factions and Pantheon." He said, his gaze shifting to my direction. "Shirō is a product of our Evil Pieces being adopted and fine-tuned for Heaven."
Their gazes were fixed on me, so much so I could sense their shock, confusion and understanding, but none of them uttered a word.
Michael gestured towards me. "Yes, Shirō was amongst the very first of his kind." He glanced to me; pride evident in his gaze. "The Brave Saints System is quite limited, with only a few of our Seraphim having access to it. And unlike your preference of the game of chess, our basis is that of a Suit of Playing Cards."
Taking that as my cue, I presented a hand as I pulled back my Holy Shroud, a gift I received from Gabriel and fashioned in the same manner as my old one. Often times I hide the symbol with Magecraft, tending to forget that I have this symbol etched onto the back of my hands like Griselda.
It was much like a scythe, the bladed weapon held in the form of a 'J' patterned with a thorny flora clinging to its hilt.
Joker.
Serafall beamed. "Oh? You were the one to deal with the filthy lot in Scotland, huh?" She rested her face in the palms of her hands. "You have our thanks, Shirō-chan. Handling Foreign Affairs is quite difficult, especially when my kind are wreaking havoc against those we wish to vie for peace."
I shook my head. "You don't need to thank me, Serafall-sama." I acquiesced. "I only did what was necessary for the safety of the people."
I had travelled to Scotland with a group during our search for the traitors who had fled, and we happened upon a siege on the Whithorn Priory, an ancient branch of the Church. Though we managed to save many, it was a horrific bloodbath. And amidst the chaos, I had found the traitors in the ranks of Diodora's forces.
They met swift executions.
Serafall grinned lightly. "If Gabriel did not have you, I would not have minded taking you into my peerage. You are a good kid." She said. "In truth, I don't necessarily believe it to be wrong for us Devils to reincarnate willing and capable individuals into our ranks, just as it is not wrong for Heaven to favour the righteous and condemn the damned."
I froze as I sensed it again – that enormity that terrified me the other day. I bristled at the gaze that remained focused on me, yet steeled with violence and a clipping chill, her hand moved in a circular motion to gesture the world.
"But it does put a bad taste in my mouth when our people scour the earth, pillaging, raping, killing and torturing humans to the brink of insanity, only to bind the victims to the monsters that wish to repeat those acts."
Cold permeated the room, the air biting – chilling – as I breathed, but I could not gasp or choke, nor could I look away from that heavy gaze. Even with the heat bubbling in my core, ready to retaliate against the boundary of the Jötnar mountains, I withheld myself.
Because there is sadness in those eyes.
I nodded in understanding, knowing that, even though she had waved it off earlier, she had been truly thankful for my acts and those of my group for sparing the world from the despair that her people wrought with but a desire.
Sirzechs placed a calming hand on her shoulder and the festering chill slowly dissipated, allowing the girls who were frozen stiff and frigid, the reprieve they so deserved for withstanding their lady's fury.
"She is right; you have our thanks." Sirzechs nodded to me. "Those girls you spared were taken in. They are still recuperating under Ajuka's care, so do not worry too much."
I released a sigh I did not realise I was keeping.
It had nagged me, even recently, always at the back of my mind whispering how I was incapable of saving them.
Those girls had endured abuse and humiliation at the whims of their King, who had broken them, shattering their psyche and egos, so that what remained were only shells of the people they once were. Avalon could heal all wounds, rid the body of ancient scars, but it could not mend broken souls.
It could not heal emptiness.
"Even with the heart of a Dragon, the Promised King could not endure betrayal."
It would be as though there were Pinocchio, and I, Geppetto, attempting to give life to those deemed as non-living, puppets and toys to their Master.
No, I alone do not have that power.
So, I bowed deeply. "That relieves my heart; truly." I expressed my honesty. "Please pass my gratitude to Ajuka-sama."
A thought once festered into my mind, that Ajuka Beelzebub would loathe my existence for the murder of his kin. But over the months, the Satan had not shown animosity to me or towards my kin. Rather, he was steadfast, continuing to relay us with the information regarding any strays and assisting with the finer intricacies of the new system he contributed to.
"Great are the lengths that a single man goes for the sake of peace."
Azazel glanced in my direction, and oddly, his gaze did not rattle me.
"We are grateful for the efforts you kids are putting into this." He said, his strange eyes approving. "Tobio and his clique couldn't keep up with you, so I sent them to the far west."
Tobio, the attendant who accompanied Azazel, merely shrugged. "You guys did all the heavy lifting." He smirked. "Besides, I don't really mind going around much, but that did give my team a lot more time off."
I smiled and nodded back to him.
"I have a question." Sona said. "Were you also the ones to send him to Kuoh as well?"
I looked to the girl, studying her clipped gaze, and realising that I could not read her eyes. They were sharp and unblinking, holding a familiar edge to them.
I learnt over the makings of our friendship that Sona Sitri loathed dependence. She is someone who would rather burn gifts then attain those very same through her own merit. An admirable trait, but one that would surely and immensely hinder her growth in the future.
"No." I shook my head. "I came here off my own volition. Its only recently that I requested to remain and watch over you."
Sona adopted a curious expression and I could almost hear the cogs turning inside her head.
"I suspected that some of mine were up to something, but I got word a little late. By then, they had already killed the Holy Maiden and the Boosted Gear kid. The fools." Azazel informed and I frowned. "I sent word to my brass and ordered Vali to get here promptly, kill or capture. But the brat has his own problems to deal with."
Sona nodded. "I see." She said. "However, I do have another question. Particularly involving one of your men."
Azazel looked intrigued. "Go on. What is it this time?"
"Vali Lucifer."
I watched quietly, my eyes glancing between the smirking man and the astute bespectacled girl. Since the others were not expressing their surprise, they must have been privy to the knowledge. Another collusion.
The topic of the descendants of the Original Satans was taboo, even amongst devilkin. To be brave enough to not only broach the topic, but to instigate a tension in the room with the law itself, the girl impressed me once again.
Azazel sighed after a short, bemused moment. "Quite telling, isn't it? The brat is a descendant of the Original Lucifer and Lilith on his father's side. Nothing like those bastards, but still a tad battle-crazed." He said. "I take it that you met him?"
Rias frowned. "He threatened one of my own."
Azazel raised an amused eyebrow. "The Red Dragon Emperor? You do know the tale of the Two Heavenly Dragons, no?" He frowned. "That is their destiny. Who are we to meddle in the affairs of gods?"
I shifted slightly, my discomfort showing at the sudden shift of the conversation.
Dragons were terrifying and extremely powerful beings, forces of nature that could dictate the laws of the world as they saw fit. Ones such as Fafnir wrought untold havoc before being slew by heroes throughout the ages. In my original world, this was very much possible and records remained as proof of those acts.
Yet in this world, even God had failed to destroy the Vanishing Dragon, Albion, and Welsh Dragon, Ddraig.
"I can only guarantee that he will behave for the time being." Azazel continued, the memory of Vali's departure resurfacing. "The fated battle between the two is still far off given that they have barely scraped their limitless potential."
Barely.
It was a humbling thought that Vali Lucifer had barely scraped his immense potential. While the same could be said for Issei as well, the boy was hardly a capable fighter.
The main issue with their abilities were whether they could control them, and if not, if they could be incapacitated or disposed of. The two were high-risk factors, ticking time bombs that heavily endanger our coalition.
Michael probed the Fallen General. "Is it wise to allow them to grow and become that powerful, Azazel? History is riddled with cataclysmic events caused by wielders of the Divine Dividing and Booster Gear." He inquired. "While I believe that a number of us are powerful enough to manage them, should they, God forbid, enter Juggernaut Drive, I do not believe that we will last for long."
"Especially now that both wielders are, at least, partially Devils." Sirzechs added. "While I do not mind either one of them, it is important that we recognise the possibility that they might pose a danger to us despite their allegiance."
It all bottles down to possibility.
Peace is a concept, an amalgamation of ideologies containing "what if" and the possibilities ensued by those ideas. The most vicious of men in the history of the world were once idealists, dreamers of a better, peaceful world. Yet their ideals, their truths, required that they fight, that they bludgeon the next person with an idea or an enemy that opposes their dreams.
These men, these monsters here were individuals of such pedigree, and I wondered, glancing towards Michael, if Kiritsugu was right.
That true justice was an impossibility.
But I, too, was only a man with an idealistic dream, an impossibility that remained constant no matter which timeline, dimension, or universe I occupied.
"I will deal with it if the time comes."
Great gears hidden in the distant twilight churned, shifting, gearing, peeling the age-old rust accumulated over a passing eternity. Like a well-oiled machine, the forge burned to life yet its fires did not hinder the vast grasslands. Rather, the fires groomed them, bringing vibrancy to an already colourful world, awakening the tepid lands, calling forth the great weapons embedded into its earth.
"Fighting for others, but not yourself, is nothing but hypocrisy."
I smiled at the memory of those bitter, tired words.
Even then, I must persevere.
The Forge screamed to life, emblazoned by the fires of old and a luminescence anew. The one sword that once walked in search of the garden, in search of the might to save everyone, wandered once again, the many voices trudging through the vast lands calling to him.
"I have slain a Dragon; I am capable of another."
The First was familiar, a blade fresh in my memory. It had slain a Fallen Angel, too.
"I have felled demons, monsters that devour the emotions of Man."
The Second was a long katana, a mystical purple energy radiating from its blade. It called forth lightning of an Asiatic demon, a god in disguise, and a devourer of its kind.
"Hah! The Grendel fear me, the mere utterance of my name caused them to tremble and flee as cowards with their tails between their legs!"
The Third was a twisted, jagged blade, crimson with blood, crimson with power. It had slain Phantasmal Beasts, a species of an age long gone.
One after the other, they called. Shouting their denominations, their accolades, their feats. Each one capable of felling a mountain. If not a mountain, then a house. If not a house, a horse. If not a horse, the hand that wields the blade.
A reminder that I housed within me endless possibilities, the capabilities of mighty men and women who achieved that once seemed impossible.
"I can do it." I repeated; more to myself than the others. "I will handle the two if it comes to it."
Michael glanced at me worriedly. "Are you certain, Shirō?" He asked. "While you are plenty powerful, these are the Two Heavenly Dragons, regardless of their current form."
"As Sirzechs-sama said, they have an untold number of years to grow powerful." I thumped a fist onto my chest. "I just happen to have gained nigh-immortality, so I will become powerful enough to match those two should the need arise."
Azazel looked towards me. "Hoh? I hope to still be kicking to see that." He smirked. "I like your attitude, kid."
"Same here." Serafall grinned, her earlier slump forgotten. Sirzechs nodded as well. "We'll trust you to keep those boys in check."
Michael still gazed with a hint of worry.
Although he was the Leader of Heaven and the General of the Heavenly Forces, many of my abilities were a mystery to him. Even I barely grasped the extent of my Unlimited Blade Works.
But I have time to learn.
Michael sighed. "Very well. You have our complete trust to act at your digression should the need arise." He said. "I pray that it will not come to that."
Azazel jabbed a finger at his attendant. "If you're in a pinch, Tobio here can toss that brat around, and he's just human." He chuckled. "I will give the brat a talking to and I hope that you will do the same."
Rias nodded quickly. "Of course."
It was not a fool-proof nor meticulous plan, but we can only hope that the worst does not come to be.
I perked up and found Sona staring with a sharp look in her eyes. I did not know how, but I was sure that I would suffer at her hands soon.
"Have we managed to find out who it is that has become our enemy?" Michael asked, glancing towards each of the leaders. "Though we have taken measures to protecting our people, it is pointless lest we know who the enemy is."
Azazel frowned. "I thought that you would know by now, Michael." He said. "Is Father's system so difficult to operate?"
"Unfortunately." Michael sighed. "I can barely maintain it myself. It is beyond my current capabilities."
"I expected as much." Strangely, a flash of anger flittered through his gaze. "I might have a titbit of who it is. But considering who my informant is, I would not put it past the brat to have missed some things."
I studied Azazel's features, surprised by the emotion he had shown. I was curious why such a man as him would c are if what he had forsaken had lost its meaning, becoming a shell of what it once was.
Perhaps, he does care.
"Is it the Old Satan Faction as we initially suspected?" Serafall asked, a crease in her brow. "Many of the Original Satan's descendants fled the Underworld during the climax of the Civil War but have somehow managed to remain hidden."
The Devil Civil War was a terrible period in the Underworld. The descendants of the Original Satans had attempted to usurp the government after failing to win the seats that their ancestors once reigned from through fair contest. With their ideal of world domination, they had plundered their realm into a dark age. And upon their loss, the Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Leviathan Clans had fled.
Countless Devils lost their lives, Clans gone extinct, and the population in a steep decline. Childbirth was an arduous process to all supernatural beings, more so to Devils, and that fact had birthed the concept for the Evil Pieces System.
Azazel shook his head. "Yes and no." He said. "It is the Old Satan Faction, but it is not just them." He raised a finger. "Fallen Angels, Devils, and even Humans. They have rallied all kinds of powers in their organisation."
The information that these various races had gathered to wage war with our Pantheon was not the most surprising of revelations. It was that Humans were now directly involved in this conflict.
Humans were, in effect, the most populated of races. They had the potential to be Magicians, Warriors, even Heroes; a fact found in the extensive records of Mankind. Even in this age, there existed descendants of legendary figures and some were blessed with supernatural capabilities.
"Humans?" Michael asked, his voice barely a whisper. "That is troubling. Especially if they are wielders of Sacred Gears."
Azazel scratched his head irritably. "That is exactly what worries me." He muttered. "Sacred Gears were made for humans to protect themselves."
I noticed Rias frowning and Sōna looking away; the implications of Azazel's words were clear.
Although they could not be entirely blamed for it, as in some instances they had saved the lives of those individuals, this was a truth that many of their kind had taken advantage of.
Sacred Gears belong to Humanity alone; not to Devils, Fallen Angels, or even the Angels themselves.
"Do we know where this group is based?" Sirzechs pondered. "It would be far easier if we found and took the battle to them, than to wait for them to come to us."
"Unless any of you have a way, and the means, to survive within the Dimensional Gap, then there isn't much that we can do at the moment." Azazel shook his head irritably.
Oh.
My fists clenched the moment Azazel mentioned that place. I had barely maintained my consciousness during my time within it, but I remembered vividly the feeling of utter terror when I heard it and of what I saw.
A boundless voice within the oblivion; a great red.
Not much was known about the Dimensional Gap, only that it was a void of nothingness that would kill any being without powerful Magic, Holy or Demonic powers to protect themselves. It was why the realm was unknown and uncharted, but some had found a way to live in it.
What was known was that Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, was born and dwelt within that plane.
"How about requesting aid from the Land of Oz?" Tobio suggested. "They are a faction of Magicians that created a domain within the Gap. I suspect that they know how to move around."
I blinked in surprise.
The Land of Oz was a fabled country of Magicians found in tales and folklore. In my original world, it was a realm unknown to it, a land of Phantasmal Beasts of every kind that had vanished when the Age of Gods ended.
Is it this world's Avalon?
"Now, this is why I like you, kid." Azazel snapped a finger; a stroke of genius. "We might have a way."
Serafall smirked. "Do tell."
"The kid here has a Magician in his team, Lavinia Reni. She is a former member of the Wizards of Oz and currently works for us under a contract." Azazel informed. "Grauzauberer took her in, and their Chairman has connections with the Wizards of Oz."
Sirzechs tapped the desk lightly, pondering. "That would require us to meet with Lord Mephisto Pheles, the Chairman of Grauzauberer." He said. "Though he has taken a liking to us Four Satans, I do not believe that he would ally with us. Despite being a Devil himself."
Mephisto Pheles is the name of one of the oldest Devils and one of the very first to form a pact with a human. It was rumoured that he hated Devils and I could understand why, given that he had lived during the reign of the Original Satans before severing his ties with the Underworld for good.
For someone so stiff in his beliefs, it would be nigh impossible to gain his support.
"Be that as it may, this matter is one that we need to address urgently." Michael stated. "If it is not Devils that he will side with, perhaps I must send one of my own."
Though a tricky situation, it had the highest chances of success. The fact that we had to go through the Chairman of Grauzauberer implied that Lavinia Reni was no longer associated with the Wizards of Oz, severing all ties with them.
Understanding the nature of how Magicians function, it is possible that a Geis had been imposed on her, leaving her unable to access whichever methods were necessary to traverse through the Dimensional Gap to the Land of Oz.
"How about we form a team with members from each of our factions?" I suggested. "A united front is bound to make the Chairman understand the importance of our request."
"Hoh? Who did you have in mind?" Azazel smirked.
"Tobio-san and Reni-san should be an obvious choice, so I believe that two from each of our three factions should suffice." I counted. "I will go alongside another representative from Heaven, as well as two others from the Underworld."
Michael glanced curiously. "I thought you would rather rest for a while?" He asked.
I quickly shook my head. "I do not mind working. Besides, it is important that we deal with this, Onii-sama." I turned to the other leaders. "I don't know who you will send, but I think it would be best if one of the Satans comes along."
Serafall's eyes gleamed with surprise while Sirzechs had a pleased expression. I mildly wondered if they had placed certain expectations for me to live up to.
"Unfortunately, I won't be able to go." Sirzechs started. Given that we were officiating this alliance and revealing our status to the world, I will be required to stay in the Underworld."
Michael sighed. "As will I." He paused. "In Heaven, at least."
I smirked at the unintended joke.
"I think Sōna can go in my place. With Rias, too." Serafall suggested. "Mephisto-sensei is familiar with the girls."
I glanced at the girls who looked Serafall with surprise. Serafall seemed to be pondering, a finger lightly tapping her temple in thought.
"Serafall-sama, we have the Youth Devil Gathering to prepare for." Rias argued. "Though I do not mind meeting with Lord Mephisto again, I am afraid that my hands are tied."
I noticed a strange determination in her gaze, as if this were a matter that she could not easily abandon. Whatever this Youth Devil Gathering is, it held the most importance to her. Sōna seemed hesitant as well, her eyes flashing towards Rias before flickering to me as well.
"Hmm. You are right." Serafall sighed. "How unfortunate."
"Rias-kun." Azazel called out, surprising the girl. "Your peerage. How many Sacred Gears do you have?"
"Uh, four." Rias answered, her gaze still curious. "Hyōdo Issei, Kiba Yūto, Asia Argento and Gasper Vladi."
"I see. And you, Sōna-kun?" Azazel cracked a single eye. "How many?"
Sōna schooled her features. "A few, Azazel-sama." She said as she fixed her glasses. "Shinra Tsubaki, my Queen, and Saji Genshirō, my Pawn."
Azazel leaned into his seat, pondering. "I see. Would you mind if I took then in for the time being?" He asked, his eyes firm. "You see, I have a keen fascination with God's gift to humanity, and I have studied most, if not all, Sacred Gears in existence."
I paused.
It was no secret that Azazel was a man of science, even though that science was birthed from the miracles of God. But to think that he had studied all Sacred Gears in existence, I feared to know just how he managed to do that.
"I understand that this Youth Devil Gathering holds importance to you, but there won't be one to attend if no one remains to do so." Azazel informed; his wizened eyes firm. "Besides, I am particularly intrigued by your servants. I could assist in bolstering their power."
If Azazel's claim was true, then he could help their servants far better than they could. With his vast knowledge and records of past wielders, he could devise a plethora of methods to help them unlock new and unique abilities.
Or even reach a level where they could activate their Balance Breakers in a controlled environment.
Tobio smiled kindly. "It's a pretty safe experience, trust me." He advised. "He's the reason I was able to master my own Sacred Gear to such a degree."
"Oh, stop it, Tobio-chan! You're gonna make me blush!" Azazel said while giggling like a schoolgirl.
I suppressed a shudder once again.
"That is a fair idea." Michael commented. "Though my brother may have his...eccentricities, I trust his ability to help your juniors."
Rias seemed uncomfortable with the idea, but Sōna held a calculated look in her gaze. Her eyes gleamed of possessiveness as well as understanding, but I doubted that even she would want to part with her servants at such a crucial time.
"Very well." Sōna muttered before bowing to the Fallen. "I will heed your advice, Tobio-dono, and leave them in your care, Lord Azazel."
"As will I." Rias followed Sōna's gesture. "I will admit to lacking the capacity to help Gasper in particular, but I believe that they will grow further under your extensive care, Lord Azazel."
Azazel waved them off. "Sensei is fine." He chuckled. "I have never been fond of strict titles."
I felt the tautness in my shoulders loosen at the sight of this comfortable interaction.
Despite my reservations towards the man, he was willing and kind enough to help, placing the importance of balance. He, and the others here, proved that the possibility of a unity is not such a farfetched idea.
All that remains now is to know how the masses will respond.
"So, it will be the five of us heading to Grauzauberer." I confirmed and those involved agreed. "Onii-sama, we will need a member."
Michael was silent for a moment as if he were searching through his memories for a suitable candidate to accompany us. Another passed and he turned to me.
"There is someone that I have in mind, but you will have to meet with her first. The others may be overqualified for a mission this simple." Michael smiled. "Is that fine with the rest of you?"
"It's fine by me." Azazel shrugged.
"I see no problem with it." Sirzechs nodded. "Seeing that you came up with this idea, would you like to lead this little task force, Shirō?"
Their eyes turned to me expectantly. Though I produced the idea, I understood that it would have been brought up by someone else. It is the method that makes the most sense for such a situation.
"No. I don't think that I am qualified to lead this team." I said as I gestured towards another attendant. "Tobio-san seems skilled in that aspect, being the leader of his own team. I would rather have him lead us than do so myself."
Tobio raised a curious eyebrow, surprised by my suggestion, but I merely offered a nod. If what I heard of his group, then I could learn a lot from the Team Leader of Slash/Dog.
Tobio sighed. "I guess I will do it." He said before taking a bow. "It seems seniority wins here, so I'll be sure to take care of you all."
I glanced at the others and found them nodding in agreement. Tobio was easily the best suited to lead amongst us and had years of experience from working directly under Azazel.
"I suppose that settles the matter." Azazel grinned. "Now, the crux of our gathering here is at hand."
I sensed an invocation of magic and looked up, sensing a magic circle appearing above the building. As it stabilised, I sensed several smaller ones generating from it before compressed magic bullets shook the Bounded Field around the building.
Michael glanced towards Azazel. "You expected this, brother?" He asked calmly. "I suppose that our enemies would take the chance as we are gathered here today."
"That brat can be unreliable, but he does a decent job at finding out these things." Azazel glanced to us. "It would be best that we stop their forces before they raze this building down. Tobio."
"Of course." Tobio bowed before stepping into a shadow and vanishing.
"I suspect that our enemies wouldn't send such a small force if they wish to exterminate us." Sirzechs glanced to the girls. "Are your servants prepared in the case of this happening?"
"Of course, sir." Sōna responded. "We advised that they be cautious. They should have retreated into the building as soon as the intruders appeared."
"The building is fortified to withstand an extended number of medium-tier spells. Though, higher-tier ones might break through." I advised.
After Parent's Day, Rias had advised Sōna to seek me out to help fortify the buildings and I agreed. Though it was in decent shape, it was not a fortress. So, I strengthened the structure through Reinforcement Magic, making it capable of withstanding a powerful force.
"Good. We are well prepared." Sirzechs nodded. "Grayfia, if you will."
Grayfia bowed before teleporting out of the room. She had returned into the Meeting Hall to report to Sirzechs, and the others were quickly making their way in.
Michael settled a gaze on me.
"Be careful."
I smiled softly before summoning a golden circle beneath my feet and vanishing.
I reappeared above the building to find Grayfia and Tobio assessing the situation.
Further above, spanning the entirety of the building and courtyard, was a Transportation Magic Circle, with several smaller ones appearing across its circumference. From this distance, I could spot dozens of hooded figures appearing from them.
"The Magicians Association?" Grayfia whispered her surprise. "I believed their faction to be neutral in matters regarding the supernatural."
Tobio quickly shook his head. "No. They aren't from the Association." He corrected. "They are strays. Outcasts of the Magician Society."
"I see." Grayfia breathed.
Countless beam-like energy shots rained on the barrier around us, dissipating the various magic upon contact, despite the Magicians commanding their attacks with staves and wands. It would hold against these attempts.
In the distance, I spotted a force of masked figures advancing towards the school, having breached through the front gate. They wielded a variety of weapons ranging from swords to spears, yet their natures remained hidden.
So, I focused my senses onto the force, and failed.
"Interference?" I frowned.
"Most likely from those cloaks they are wearing. They could hide in plain sight if they wanted to." Tobio frowned, reaching out a hand. "I'll take them."
Shadows danced around his figure, swarming up his arm and forming into an obsidian object, a bladed weapon belonging to the agents of death that reaped the lives of many; a Scythe.
"Ikuse Tobio, Fallen Dog God."
The information Metatron had supplied was plentiful, helping raise my familiarity with certain individuals of this world. And that information included the man before me, regarded to be amongst the Strongest Humans.
"Master of the Cursed Wolf that devoured its kin, and wielder of the blade of a god that slew his own son."
His aura was incredible, so much so that I could not estimate his capabilities. If I were to imagine, I would consider him to be on par with the likes of Dulio Gesualdo, a Joker like myself, and a man far more capable than I.
"I'll go for the ones above." I declared, shifting my gaze from the man. "Sorry if you meant to fight as well, Grayfia-dono."
Grayfia shook her head. "Worry not, Emiya-dono." She said. "These are merely diversionary tactics from the enemy, an advance force. I expect their leaders to make an appearance soon, so I will save my strength."
Tobio saluted. "I'm off. Good luck." He said before sinking into his shadow.
I decided to find a proper vantage point to use my bow, and my eyes fell to the rebuilt gymnasium. Though it was further from the building, it would work as a perfect landing to deal with the hovering Magicians.
"It would be best to dismantle the main circle." Grayfia suggested. "I will analyse its make and create a counter spell."
I blinked in surprise at her words.
"That won't be necessary. I have a ready-made counter for Magic." I offered. "I doubt the enemy leaders will come through such a large target since its only meant to draw our attention."
I reached out and a memory danced; bitter, desperate, invoking fury from a powerless individual. Ridiculous as it may be, it had once severed the bond between a sword and its sheathe, dulling the blade and weakening its encasing.
But the blade that form within my grasp exuded an even bitter sadness, a tale of a forced love and a series of betrayals. Vengeance became its cause, its ornament a source of despair, and its wielder, an exhausted witch spurred by the thought of deceit.
It was a Blade of Severance, a Destroyer of Talismans.
"I am most imperfect; an indulgence from an age long gone that has forgiven anything for a sole purpose."
"Pardon me, Emiya-dono." Grayfia neared, enchanted. "What is that dagger?"
I understood her well.
Weapons held a power birthed from various sources, like how Holy Swords could slay those of the night, or a Demonic Sword could hinder the daylight. Every weapon held an attribute; whether it be the very flames of the sun, a superior cutting edge, or a miracle – all retained a part of its wielder.
Thus, this dagger symbolised the emptiness within the Witch of Betrayal, Medea.
"It was named Rule Breaker." I informed as my eyes studied the dagger closely. "It belonged to a tormented princess who became the most powerful witch I have ever met. With it, she could nullify any magic, and even sever bonds."
I looked upwards, drawing a surplus of Mana into my legs, and strengthening them. The Bounded Field still held strong, allowing no foreign Magic nor intruder to enter due to the stipulations placed by its maker, Grayfia.
But we could exit as we please.
"Excuse me."
Faster than they could follow, I reappeared within their midst, striking the centre-most symbol, the basis of the enlarged circle before teleporting away.
With certainty, the sound not so dissimilar to shattering glass, alerted me of the severance of the circle, of Rule Breaker completing its duty. I focused my vision, watching as the Magicians panic at the loss of their stationary base, and nocked my bow.
Relying on a single Light Arrow, I closed my eyes for a mere fleeting moment, as I adopted the makings of an admirable archer. One who shed blood not for her own sake, but for a brighter future that would bring joy to children.
I offer thee a calamity.
It shot with an ear-shattering whistle, the accompanying force causing the roof beneath my feet to groan, but I ignored it in favour of the arrow. Its light tore through the air at a blinking speed until it reached a radius and I accepted its beckoning.
"Phoebus Catastrophe." I whispered.
And the world was doused with white light.
Hundreds upon hundreds of arrows borne of Holy Power, and the experience of a Chaste Huntress, struck the Magicians who were yet to regain their bearings, pattering each individual more than once.
I nearly cursed my acute vision as I bore witness to my actions.
Gravity demanded its dues, and forced its dominion, blood festering from each gaping hole, while others exploded into specks of light. Even as they tried to understand, to make sense of, their sudden deaths, they fell to their deaths.
Persevere, Emiya Shirō.
I never once shifted my gaze, never wavered, even as their blood stained the once pristine lands, their essence pooling onto the ground beneath.
If I blinked, I would have missed it.
Mere moments ago, Emiya Shirō had conjured an eerie dagger that cause me to falter. Its nature was wrong, unnatural to the world, yet not inherently wrong itself.
I asked and he responded, telling of its origins.
I had found it strange when, yesterday, Rias asked about him. She explained how she knew certain truths about him but sought to know more because she failed to ask what she desires to know. I did not know what to tell her because I only knew about him from my beloved.
She told me that he claimed to have been a Magician, a third-rate one at best, yet he wielded a strange ability well suited for battle. She expressed that she could not understand it, and had sufficiently concluded that, from what she saw, it was something of a Summoning Magic.
As an individual, I prided myself in my unique ability to deconstruct, analyse, and restructure whichever I laid my eyes on. There remained only a few exceptions in this world, and that dagger had become one of them.
Because that thing was not natural, it did not belong.
I could not make sense of it nor its ability of severance, even as I watched it vanish into flecks of light. It was not a weapon made for killing, rather, it was ritualistic or even ceremonial. Yet its strange power could affect the metaphysical, making it extremely dangerous.
I studied it within those passing moments, watching as existence bent and distorted around it – it was breaking the natural laws of the world. Had it remained longer, it would have birthed an anomaly with its mere existence.
Rule Breaker, Severer of Bonds. A terrifying weapon indeed.
I tracked and found him again, the ground buckling due to his extreme force and speed, and the world above shattered like glass. But this time, my eyes followed, with my mind working at enhanced speeds to discern his abilities.
Element, Sword.
A term blinked into my mind as one arrow became many, light screeching as it tore into the flesh of the enemy. Their cries of agony echoed as their falling bodies plastered onto the barrier surrounding the building, smearing the nigh-invisible form with shades of crimson.
A symphony of death.
He reappeared beside me and I could not help but express my awe at his might. For one so young to be this powerful is a rarity, a risk to many. But as he stood, his gaze solemn, I understood that his power was in capable hands.
You are but a child after all.
Azazel whistled while I tried my best to ignore his expression. "That was quick." He said. He will dare. "What did you feed that boy, Michael?"
I honestly do not know what to tell him.
It had only been mere minutes since their departure and the subsequent arrival of the heiresses' peerages, appearing dishevelled. I could imagine that their escape from the enemy forces was not easy, but I was glad that they were safe.
In the distance, I sensed the diminishing of Holy Power.
When I first met Shirō, I admit having been disappointed in my sister, Gabriel. He was not a believer nor was he faithful to the Word of God. But I soon realised that had been a terrible misjudgement.
I came to learn that indeed, he is a believer, but one of ideals, and soon learned of his story, of his past, coming to understand his disposition.
There were no gods in his world. It was a world ruled by Science and Man, where miracles had abandoned humanity, and those who sought its truth to never be seen again.
It was a tragic reality.
I softly shook my head. "Nothing at all." I said. "If you indeed are curious, you must ask our sister."
She is the only one who utterly understands him.
I had tried to understand him, but there existed plenty complexities within the boy. He was steadfast but fearful, fearless yet cautious, proud yet questioning. Even confessing that his resolve was not his own, that it was idyllic, bred from his father's dreams.
From that alone, I understood his nature, and found it to be beautiful.
"That fiend?" Azazel raised an eyebrow. "Why would I ask her?"
I frowned as I met his gaze. "She was the one to find him, and the one who knows most." I informed. "Emiya Shirō is Gabriel's Joker."
I took note of the varied expressions stemming from the peerages who had been absent for a majority of the meeting.
The Brave Saints System was new, yet with that factored in, there were apparent irregularities about my littlest brother. Inexplicable as they were, at the very least they did not pose any harm to us, and more importantly, to Shirō himself.
I soon caught onto the interest in Azazel's eyes and my frown deepened. He took note of it and schooled his features, but the intrigue still remained.
"How did she come across a human that gifted, dear brother?" His eyes narrowed. "Especially one that none of us here even knew about?"
It was this game, that of a cat and a mouse, that I always attempted to avoid playing with Azazel. He would prod and pry until I gave him the truth because he knew that I would not lie.
Not to him nor anyone else.
"Pardon me, Lord Michael." Sirzechs called, his smile knowing. "What exactly is a Joker? What abilities does such a rank entail?"
Good lad.
Sirzechs Lucifer, despite being the Leader of the Underworld and the most powerful Devil to have ever lived, was an individual I liked quite a deal. He was different from his warmongering ancestors, and a leader who genuinely cared for his people's longevity and prosperity.
Good lad indeed.
"If I were to compare it, it is similar to the Mutation Pieces that some amongst your kind wield. Much of its abilities remain unknown, leaving it to the imagination." I gestured curiously. "A defining factor to it is versatility. It is experimental as of now, with only two Angels being of this rank."
"Is that where his ability comes from?" Rias interjected. "The ability that allows him to summon those weapons?"
I glanced at the girl and found her eyes brimming with curiosity and intrigue, leading me to wonder where such emotion stemmed from. While it made me happy to know that there are others who care for him, I wish not to divulge his secrets.
Could it be that they saw it, too?
I shook my head again. "No. That was not our doing." I corrected. "He claims to have been born with the ability, learning to utilise it during his later years."
It is the most fascinating ability that I have ever seen in my long life.
Sacred Gears such as Blade Blacksmith and Sword Birth pale when compared to the weapons that he could conjure. He claimed them to be legendary weapons that he had seen throughout his life, both his short past and extensive future, and had learned to project each one and make use of their abilities.
I have never known weapons to wield such immense power until I set foot within the twilight of that garden.
"Even I do not fully understand the nature nor the scope of his abilities." I said. "It is a miracle not known to this world."
And that is the truth.
I could not claim to understand his abilities, even many of Father's Sacred Gears were enshrouded with mystery. However, I knew with absolute certainty that his ability was no longer the Projection Magic that he learned of in his youth.
It has become something else, something more.
I lazily spun my scythe in a show of dexterity before leaning it onto my shoulder as my final opponent collapsed to the ground. I lowered myself into a crouch and surveyed the blood-stained battlefield of my making.
With the appearance of the Magicians, they had brought night with them, inadvertently empowering Jin. The ground ahead was littered with blades made from shadows that remained impaled through most of the enemies that had appeared before me.
To this day, I loathe killing. It was not an act to revel in, but many times it was a necessity. Just as it is now.
My eyes shot up and, in a flash, I twisted my scythe, cutting off the many serpentine-like tendrils that smelt of death and destruction. As their severed heads writhed on the ground, I stared at my new opponents.
"You must be the bosses." I said.
Two individuals, a man and a woman stood before me, the latter with her arm stretched as she cursed under her breath. Her bespectacled gaze was marred with bloodlust and a superior smugness, but I could see tells of surprise, too. Her aura was immense and dangerous, so I kept my guard up.
The man next to her was adorned with elfish features, with a sharp chin and long pointed ears. His violet eyes glared forward with unhindered disdain.
"Well, if it isn't Azazel's dog." He spat.
I leaned my scythe again as I studied the two, and though I stood freely, I knew Jin was ready to attack should I be in any danger.
They are in our domain.
I thumped my chest with my free hand. "I wear that title with pride, so, thanks for the compliment." I joked before sharpening my gaze. "Now, who are you?"
The man pointed a finger, his visage twisted in disgust. "Know your place, vermin!" He said. "Move out of our way lest you incur the wrath of a True Satan."
I shrugged. "You see, I can't do that." I said as I pulled my scythe into my hands. "As a guard dog, I cannot let harm reach my master. Especially if that person is a 'True Satan' as you claim to be."
I struck the ground and a resounding of steel hitting stone spread around me, a wave of power sweeping after it and raising a short gust of winds. Again, I spun my scythe and took a comfortable stance.
"Just try to move me."
Edit: 19/10/22
Note: A new addition to my manner of writing which you must have realised throughout this chapter.
Italicisation: Used in the context of naming abilities, locations, standout terms, titles, inner thoughts and the voices from within Emiya Shirō, whether they be memories or the consciences of the weapons within Unlimited Blade Works. Particularly, the bolder quotes belong to EMIYA. (e.g. Hawkeye, Power of Destruction, Sul-Sagana, Key to the Door)