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Chapter 7: Blutrosenwolf
Wolfgang's transformation into beast mode was a sight to behold. His eyes blazed with neon yellow light, electricity crackling and discharging from them like miniature lightning bolts. The air around him seemed to vibrate with raw energy, a testament to the power surging through his hybrid demon body. His muscles tensed, fur bristling with anticipation as he prepared to face Astaroth, the Queen of Inferno, with reckless abandon.
In a blur of blue fur and crackling energy, Wolfgang charged forward. His speed was beyond human comprehension, leaving both Rin and Astaroth momentarily bewildered. One second he was there, the next he had vanished, only to reappear directly in front of the fire demon. Without hesitation, he threw a lightning-fast straight right, aiming for Astaroth's fiery form.
The collision of their fists was cataclysmic. Astaroth, ever-floating and perpetually ablaze, met Wolfgang's attack head-on. The impact created a shockwave that rippled through the air, raising the temperature of their surroundings to that of a sweltering summer afternoon. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp around the point of contact, a testament to the immense power of both combatants.
Astaroth's eyes narrowed, a hint of respect glimmering in their fiery depths. "Hmph. You haven't lost your edge, boy. I'll give you that," she said, her voice a mix of grudging admiration and burning intensity. With a burst of strength, she pushed Wolfgang away, flames licking at the air between them.
But Wolfgang was far from done. Using the force of Astaroth's push to his advantage, he allowed himself to be propelled backward. His keen senses spotted a nearby platform, and with the agility of a true predator, he twisted in mid-air, his feet connecting with the surface. In that split second of contact, he coiled his muscles and launched himself back towards Astaroth like a living projectile.
As he hurtled through the air, Wolfgang's arms crossed in front of him, forming an 'X'. His forearms began to glow with an intense neon blue energy, pulsing with power. He started to spin, his body becoming a living drill as he executed a corkscrew cross chop. The air around him warped and twisted, unable to withstand the sheer force of his attack.
The cross chop connected with devastating impact, pushing even the mighty Queen of Inferno back. But in a blink, Astaroth vanished, leaving Wolfgang momentarily disoriented.
Suddenly, the iris of Wolfgang's left eye shifted from its usual jade green to a brilliant silver. This wasn't just a cosmetic change; it was a manifestation of his premonitory abilities. In that instant, he saw a vision of Astaroth materializing above him, ready to rain down a massive fireball.
True to his vision, Astaroth appeared overhead, her hands ablaze with hellfire. But Wolfgang wasn't alone in this fight. Rin, ever vigilant, had moved to where Wolfgang had been standing moments before. In her hands, she wielded the Verstappen, its five auxiliary blades detaching to form a star-shaped barrier in front of her.
Rin's quick thinking saved them from the brunt of Astaroth's attack, but the heat was intense, causing sweat to bead on her forehead. The fireball crashed against the barrier, sending sparks and embers flying in all directions. While the attack was formidable, it left Astaroth exposed.
Seizing the opportunity, Wolfgang leaped into action. He soared above Astaroth, his powerful legs coiling before unleashing a devastating overhead axe kick. His thigh connected with Astaroth's skull with bone-crushing force. If one could see beneath the surface, they would witness the gruesome sight of her skull fracturing under the impact. The mighty demon plummeted to the ground, creating a small crater upon impact.
For any mortal, such an injury would be instantly fatal. But Astaroth and Wolfgang were far from ordinary. High-ranking demons like them possessed incredible regenerative abilities, able to shrug off wounds that would annihilate lesser beings. Even as Astaroth hit the ground, her skull was already knitting itself back together.
The fact that Wolfgang could go toe-to-toe with a monarch demon like Astaroth was a testament to his incredible power and skill. This wasn't their first confrontation, and each encounter only served to sharpen their abilities. Wolfgang's hybrid nature, combined with his extensive combat experience both in the demon realm and the human world, made him a force to be reckoned with.
As the battle raged on, Wolfgang and Rin demonstrated their impeccable teamwork. Wolfgang, drawing from his vast repertoire of fighting techniques, executed a perfect Shotgun Dropkick – a move he had adapted from his old rival, the Samoan powerhouse TJ Moskowitz. The impact of both feet slamming into Astaroth's chest sent her reeling, momentarily stunned.
Rin seized the moment, the whip-like tendrils on the back of her neck lashing out with lightning speed. They wrapped around Astaroth, constricting and burning simultaneously as they made contact with her fiery form.
Yet, despite the onslaught, Astaroth remained defiant. She hovered in the air, her body radiating heat and power, showing no signs of yielding to their attacks.
Wolfgang couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for his opponent. "This is expected from demons who are on the top of the food chain," he muttered, his beast form still bristling with energy. He knew the fight was far from over, and Astaroth had yet to reveal her full power. The air crackled with tension as both sides prepared for the next phase of their epic confrontation.
The battle between Wolfgang, Rin, and Astaroth escalated to new heights as the Queen of Inferno proved to be an incredibly formidable opponent. Despite Wolfgang's impressive display of power and skill, Astaroth continued to tank everything he threw at her. Her ability to stay afloat while dodging his punches, kicks, and flying knee attacks was a testament to her mastery over her demonic abilities.
Undeterred, Wolfgang switched tactics, drawing upon his extensive experience as a professional fighter. He lunged forward, managing to grab hold of Astaroth's fiery form. With a grunt of effort, he executed a series of three vertical suplexes, slamming the demon queen into the ground repeatedly. The impacts shook the battlefield, sending tremors through the earth.
Not giving Astaroth a moment to recover, Wolfgang swiftly transitioned into an RKO, a move he had perfected during his time in the ring. He leaped into the air, grabbing Astaroth's head and neck before driving her face-first into the ground. The force of the impact created a small crater, but Astaroth seemed to absorb the blow with minimal damage.
Frustrated but not defeated, Wolfgang decided to unleash his signature move. With a roar that echoed across the battlefield, he lifted Astaroth high into the air before driving her down with his Code Black spinebuster. The ground cracked and splintered beneath them, the sheer force of the move causing the air to ripple outwards.
Rin watched in awe, her respect for her partner growing with each display of his incredible strength and skill. However, she knew that even Wolfgang's most powerful moves might not be enough to subdue the Queen of Inferno.
As if to confirm her fears, Astaroth's eyes blazed with renewed intensity. With a wave of her hand, fiery serpentine creatures began to emerge from the ground, their bodies writhing with molten energy. Simultaneously, magma-like tendrils burst forth, creating a hellish landscape around them.
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" Astaroth's voice echoed with amusement and a hint of respect. "I must admit, you've improved since our last encounter, boy. But now, let me show you why I rule the Burning Plains!"
The familiar creatures surged forward, their fiery bodies leaving scorched trails in their wake. Rin sprang into action, her Verstappen slicing through the air as she fended off the onslaught of demonic entities.
Wolfgang, realizing the need to escalate his power further, took a step back. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes closed in concentration. The air around him began to crackle with energy, small sparks of electricity dancing across his fur.
"Rin, cover me!" he shouted, his voice carrying over the chaos of the battle.
Rin nodded, redoubling her efforts to keep Astaroth and her familiars at bay. She watched from the corner of her eye as Wolfgang's appearance began to change.
With a sudden burst of energy, Wolfgang threw his arms down to his sides. His beast form began to shift, the blue fur that covered his body inverting to a brilliant yellow. The patch on his chest, previously blue, now glowed with a vibrant yellow light. His fur bristled and sharpened, each strand becoming needle-like in appearance.
"Chou Henshin!" Wolfgang roared, his voice carrying power and determination.
In a flash of blinding light, Wolfgang's transformation completed. Where the blue-furred beast had stood moments before, now stood Tonitruum Lupus - the Thunder Wolf. Electricity crackled around his form, his yellow fur standing on end as if charged by some unseen force.
Astaroth's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and excitement crossing her features. "Well, well," she purred, her voice a mix of fire and silk. "Did that Taimanin taught you some tricks, boy?."
Wolfgang flexed his newly transformed muscles, feeling the surge of electricity coursing through his body. He locked eyes with Astaroth, a fierce grin spreading across his face. "Bitch, there's more where that came from!" he growled, his voice carrying the rumble of thunder.
Astaroth snapped her fingers, the sound echoing ominously through the battlefield. In response to her call, a platoon of Inferno swordsmen materialized, their bodies wreathed in flames. Alongside them appeared a group of rogue succubi, their alluring forms belying their deadly nature. These succubi, Wolfgang knew, were from a splinter faction that had turned against the primary Incubus faction led by Ryuuji Kuroi, the Incubus King.
Despite the formidable appearance of this new threat, Wolfgang didn't hesitate. His lightning form crackled with energy, yellow fur bristling with electricity. He charged forward, a blur of golden light streaking across the battlefield.
The first group of Inferno swordsmen barely had time to raise their weapons before Wolfgang was upon them. With a series of lightning-fast superkicks, he sent them flying, their bodies crackling with residual electricity as they crashed to the ground.
Turning to face the next wave, Wolfgang grabbed the nearest swordsman and executed a perfect Sister Abigail. The demon's head was driven into the ground with such force that it left a small crater, effectively taking him out of the fight.
As more enemies swarmed towards him, Wolfgang's movements became a fluid dance of destruction. He hoisted a particularly large swordsman onto his shoulders, spinning him around before slamming him to the ground with a devastating F5. The impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, causing nearby demons to stumble.
Without missing a beat, Wolfgang transitioned into a Cross Rhodes on an approaching succubus. The demon's alluring facade crumbled as she was spun through the air and driven into the ground, her body going limp from the impact.
The battle continued, with Wolfgang unleashing a barrage of RKOs on any demon unfortunate enough to come within his reach. Inferno swordsmen and succubi alike fell victim to his lightning-fast grapples, their bodies crashing to the ground in quick succession.
As the number of standing enemies dwindled, Wolfgang spotted a group trying to regroup for a counterattack. With a feral grin, he charged forward, his body low to the ground. At the last moment, he leaped, his shoulder connecting with the chest of the lead demon in a devastating spear. The force of the impact sent both Wolfgang and his target crashing through the ranks of the remaining demons, scattering them like bowling pins.
Finally, only one succubus remained standing, her eyes wide with fear as she faced the transformed Wolfgang. With a theatrical flair that harkened back to his days in the ring, Wolfgang raised his elbow high, electricity crackling around it. He brought it down in a thunderous Corporate Elbow, the impact sending a visible shockwave through the air as the last of Astaroth's summoned reinforcements fell.
As the dust settled from Wolfgang's devastating display of power, Rin's eyes began to glow with an intense energy. Without hesitation, she fired a concentrated beam of lightning from her eyes, targeting the fire serpents and magma tendrils that Astaroth had summoned. This technique, known as Lightning Art: Yakusa-no-Ikazuchi, was a powerful Ninja Art that Rin had inherited from her mother. Wolfgang had once explained to her that it was essentially a lightning-elemental version of eye lasers, a description that always made Rin chuckle despite its accuracy.
Seeing Rin's attack, Wolfgang's eyes lit up with the same crackling energy. He unleashed his own version of Yakusa-no-Ikazuchi, directing the lightning beams straight at Astaroth. The fire demoness, however, was quick to counter, launching a stream of intense flames from her hands. The two opposing forces collided in mid-air, creating a spectacular light show as they pushed against each other.
Despite Wolfgang's immense power in his Tonitruum Lupus form, his Yakusa-no-Ikazuchi alone wasn't enough to overpower Astaroth. The demon queen's flames began to gain ground, pushing Wolfgang's lightning back. For a moment, it seemed as though Astaroth would overwhelm him.
But Rin wasn't about to let that happen. With perfect timing, she redirected her own Yakusa-no-Ikazuchi, combining it with Wolfgang's attack. The surge of additional power was immediate and dramatic. Their combined lightning beams intensified, crackling with renewed vigor as they pushed back against Astaroth's flames.
The battlefield was illuminated by the clash of elements, lightning and fire intertwining in a deadly dance. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the raw energy being unleashed. Finally, with a thunderous crack, the combined force of Wolfgang and Rin's attack overcame Astaroth's flames.
The resulting explosion sent shockwaves across the battlefield, forcing all combatants back. Wolfgang, caught off guard by the blast, stumbled backwards. But before he could fall, he felt something wrap around his waist. Rin, ever vigilant, had used her volt whips to catch him, pulling him back to safety.
"Shit, that was close!" Wolfgang exclaimed as he regained his footing, his voice carrying a mix of relief and excitement. He turned to Rin, giving her a quick nod of appreciation before focusing his attention back on Astaroth.
The demon queen stood her ground, her eyes blazing with a mixture of frustration and intrigue. She hadn't expected such resistance, especially not from a team-up between a hybrid demon and a human Taimanin.
Wolfgang's expression hardened as he addressed Astaroth. "You haven't changed at all," he said, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment. "You've been around the human world for almost thousands of years. Not because you get bored so easily, but because you keep underestimating them. The fact that the task force was able to hold you off in Kotrara is a cruel reminder of the one cardinal sin you top-tier demons continue to commit."
Astaroth's eyes narrowed. "And what's that?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and defiance.
Wolfgang's response was immediate and firm. "Never underestimate the potential of humans. Unfortunately for you guys, because of your growing egos, you think that a team of Taimanins, led by one measly human who hasn't got any superpowers yet, couldn't possibly be a step ahead even under pressure!"
As he spoke, Wolfgang's mind flashed back to the task force's previous encounter with Astaroth in Kotrara. He hadn't been there himself, but he'd heard the reports. Fuuma, despite being a regular human without any supernatural abilities, had managed to lead the team effectively against Astaroth. His ability to adapt and assess the situation under pressure had not only saved lives but had also earned Wolfgang's respect.
Wolfgang continued, his voice growing more passionate. "I've seen it time and time again. Humans have a potential that you demons, with all your power, fail to see. It's not just about raw strength or magical abilities. It's about determination, creativity, and the will to overcome impossible odds."
His thoughts drifted to his old rival, TJ Moskowitz. A human with extraordinary physical strength, TJ had pushed Wolfgang to his limits long before he got his prosthetic enhancements. Their rivalry had been a testament to human potential, showing how an ordinary person could stand toe-to-toe with supernatural beings through sheer will and determination.
"I could say the same thing to the old man," Wolfgang added, a note of disgust entering his voice as he referred to Edwin Black. "But fuck it! He just wants to pull an 'Adam and Eve' plot by trying to lure the OG Taimanin Asagi into his freakshow. But you and me, we might enjoy fighting, but that's where the similarities end."
Wolfgang's voice softened slightly, a hint of pride creeping in. "I'm already content with my life. I've finished my career on a high note, and now I've found a greater purpose besides fighting. With the Taimanins, I'm not just battling for the thrill of it. I'm protecting people, making a real difference."
As he spoke, Wolfgang realized the stark contrast between himself and Astaroth. They both enjoyed the thrill of a good fight, and they shared a mutual disdain for Edwin Black. But while Astaroth continued to seek nothing but otherworldly pleasures and conquest, Wolfgang had grown beyond that. He had faced tragedy and hardship, had achieved great success, and had found contentment in his new life with the Taimanins in Gosha.
Rin listened to Wolfgang's words, feeling a surge of pride and affection for her partner. She knew his journey hadn't been easy, but seeing him stand up to Astaroth, not just with his strength but with his convictions, reaffirmed her belief in him.
Astaroth, for her part, seemed taken aback by Wolfgang's words. For a moment, a flicker of something - perhaps doubt or even respect - crossed her face. But it was quickly replaced by her usual smirk.
"Pretty words, wolf boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But let's see if they hold up when I turn up the heat!"
Wolfgang reverted back to his base form, his body shimmering with a new energy. Slowly, a transformation began to take place. His fur, once a vibrant yellow, shifted to a deep crimson red, while his underside darkened to jet black. As Rin watched in awe, thorny spikes emerged from Wolfgang's forearms and heel spurs, their sharp points glinting in the light. Around his neck, a scarf-like formation of red flower petals bloomed, completing his metamorphosis.
This is his new form, Blutrosenwolf. This form is the result of Shizuru's Taima Particles imbued into Wolfgang.
Astaroth's laughter echoed across the battlefield. "You completely lost it, wolf boy. Turning yourself into a plant demon to fight fire? You're just begging to be burned to a crisp!"
Wolfgang's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Don't be so quick to judge, Astaroth. There's more to this form than meets the eye."
Without warning, Wolfgang thrust his hands forward, releasing a cloud of shimmering pollen that engulfed Astaroth. The fire demoness, caught off guard, instinctively inhaled.
"What is this?" Astaroth sputtered, her eyes widening as the pollen's effects took hold.
Suddenly, Astaroth found herself thrust into a vivid hallucination. She saw Wolfgang, Rin, and Shizuru entangled in an intimate embrace, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The scene was so real, so intense, that Astaroth could almost feel the heat radiating from their passionate encounter.
As quickly as it began, the vision faded, leaving Astaroth reeling. She stumbled back, her face a mix of shock and amusement.
"What the fuck, kid?" Astaroth chuckled, trying to regain her composure. "Are you enjoying threesomes now?"
Wolfgang's laughter boomed across the battlefield. "Gahahaha! Guilty as charged," he admitted with a roguish grin. "Unfortunately for you, you're a walking fireball. Any human you've mated with would be reduced to a pile of ash!"
Knowing that he couldn't prolong this battle indefinitely, Wolfgang discreetly placed his hands behind his back. With a subtle press on his smartwatch, he set his contingency plan into motion. Rin, ever attuned to her partner's body language, instantly recognized the gesture. Whatever the Dutch demon had in mind, she knew it was meant to ensure their escape with their lives intact.
With a flick of his wrist, Wolfgang summoned his Wood Art abilities, courtesy of his new Blutrosenwolf form. He deftly crafted a wooden branch and a sturdy vine, weaving them together to create a makeshift berimbau - the iconic musical instrument used in capoeira. As he worked, his fingers moved with practiced ease, assembling the cabaça at the bottom end. For the final touch, he transmuted a piece of discarded metal from a fallen Inferno demon's armor into a dobrăo, completing the instrument.
Wolfgang lifted the berimbau, positioning it with care. As he began to play, a solemn melody filled the air, rich and resonant. The effect was immediate and stunning. Lush greenery sprouted from the barren ground around him and Rin, spreading outward in a circle of vibrant life. Flowers of every hue burst into bloom, their petals unfurling in a dazzling display.
The small grassy meadow that manifested from Wolfgang's impromptu performance pulsed with energy. It was as if the very essence of life had been condensed into this tiny oasis amidst the chaos of battle. Rin and Wolfgang felt the rejuvenating effects wash over them, their wounds partially healing and their strength returning.
As the last notes faded and the meadow disappeared, Rin sprang into action. With a graceful movement, she used the volt whips extending from the back of her neck to secure the Verstappen, holstering it behind her back. In a fluid motion, she drew her dual volt blades, electricity crackling along their edges.
Wolfgang, meanwhile, assumed the jinga stance - the fundamental movement of capoeira. His body swayed in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic pattern, ready to explode into action at any moment. The Blutrosenwolf form not only granted him Shizuru's Wood Art abilities but also seemed to enhance his mastery of the Brazilian martial art, making his movements even more fluid and unpredictable.
Without a word, the pair lunged at Astaroth, the Queen of Inferno. The fire demoness, ever agile, managed to dodge and weave through most of Wolfgang's initial kicks. Her constant state of levitation made it nearly impossible for Wolfgang to bring her down with low sweeps, forcing him to adapt his strategy on the fly.
Undeterred, Wolfgang seamlessly transitioned into an au batido - a cartwheel kick that caught Astaroth off guard. The powerful strike connected, pushing her back and momentarily disrupting her balance. Seizing the opportunity, Rin vanished in a blur of speed, reappearing behind Astaroth to deliver a lightning-fast slash with her volt blades.
As Astaroth reeled from the coordinated assault, Wolfgang pressed the advantage. With the grace of a dancer and the power of a prizefighter, he executed a perfect chapeu de couro - a spinning kick that further threw the fire demon off balance.
The battle raged on, Wolfgang and Rin moving in perfect sync. Their contrasting styles - Wolfgang's fluid capoeira and Rin's precise ninjutsu - complemented each other beautifully, keeping Astaroth on the defensive.
With the Queen of Inferno under the ropes, Wolfgang's Lunar Stone started to flicker red. A sense of dread washed over him as he realized the implications. Only three hours remained until nightfall, and he couldn't maintain his beast form during daytime. Assuming his three modes in wolf form had taken a tremendous toll on his body.
"At a time like this... Fuck!" Wolfgang exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration and resignation. He knew his predicament could only lead to disastrous results.
Astaroth's laughter echoed across the battlefield, mocking and cruel. "Ahahahahaha! Is that how your beast power can muster? It's a pity that werewolves are supposed to be nocturnal demons." Her eyes glinted with malicious glee as she watched Wolfgang struggle.
Gritting his teeth, Wolfgang steeled himself for one last assault. "In that case, I'll make this count!" he growled, charging forward with determination burning in his eyes.
The Dutchman unleashed a flurry of attacks, his movements a blur of kicks and strikes. However, Astaroth proved to be an elusive target. She swayed and dodged, her body moving like smoke in the wind. As Wolfgang pressed his assault, fatigue began to catch up with him. The Lunar Stone flickered rapidly, its incessant beeping a constant reminder of his dwindling power.
In a desperate move, Wolfgang attempted a martelo kick, putting all his remaining strength behind it. But Astaroth, ever vigilant, saw an opening. As the kick missed its mark, she seized Wolfgang's ankle with lightning-fast reflexes. A wicked smile played on her lips as she lifted the hybrid demon effortlessly.
What followed was a brutal display of power. Astaroth slammed Wolfgang into the ground repeatedly, the impact sending shockwaves through the earth. Left, right, left, right – the assault seemed endless. Finally, with a roar of triumph, she hurled Wolfgang through the air, sending him flying towards Rin.
Rin, her eyes wide with concern, quickly sprang into action. She extended her volt whips, using them to anchor herself firmly in place. As Wolfgang hurtled towards her, she braced herself, catching him in mid-air. The force of the impact pushed her back several feet, but she managed to hold her ground.
As Rin cradled Wolfgang in her arms, she noticed the change. His lycanthropic features had vanished, leaving him in his human form. The transformation was jarring, a stark reminder of the toll the battle had taken on him.
"Shit... I almost had her!" Wolfgang lamented, his voice tinged with frustration and exhaustion.
Astaroth's mocking laughter rang out once more. "You got a nerve talking about change, pompous mongrel. You're more reckless than the last time we fought. As expected from the son of Edwin Black. Yet you still continue to bring shame to him."
Wolfgang's eyes flashed with defiance. "Old habits die hard," he admitted, a wry smile playing on his lips. But then his expression grew serious. "Yeah, recklessness has been my fatal flaw, but I grew out of it. The sad thing about what the human world has to offer is that nothing will ever stay the same. Change is the constant thing people face, no matter how much we wish things would go back to the way they used to be."
He paused, his gaze locked on Astaroth. "The old man is the type of person who dwells in the past and that's about it. What about you? If humans are gone from this planet, what will you have in the next thousand years? I may be a seven-time world champion, but I can't always be the battle-crazed maniac that I used to be. Time can be a real bitch sometimes. But that's what it is."
As Wolfgang spoke, his words carried the weight of experience. He and Ambrose had traveled the world during his career, witnessing firsthand the cycle of change in both human and demon realms. Despite his monstrous strength, genius intellect, alchemy proficiency, and insane martial arts skills, Wolfgang had come to understand his own limits.
"The demon realm's societal structure is archaic, to say the least," Wolfgang continued, his voice tinged with a hint of disdain. "It's more like something out of a high fantasy setting, as opposed to the modern elements of the human world. That only makes my point more valid."
Astaroth's eyes narrowed, a mix of anger and grudging respect in her gaze. Wolfgang's words had struck a chord, even if she wouldn't admit it.
With a sigh, Wolfgang conceded, "If anything, I'm happy for a rematch next time. But here's a bonus round for you." A hint of mischief glinted in his eyes as he prepared to introduce a new player to the field.
Suddenly, the ground trembled as a massive figure landed in front of Wolfgang and Rin. The newcomer was a sight to behold – a tall, bearded man with dreadlocks and android arms. His tribal markings on his neck and pectorals were partially hidden under a kevlar vest, and he wore black cargo pants and boots.
Rin's eyes widened in recognition. "That's..." she began, taking in the sheer size of the man. Standing at an impressive 7'7", he easily dwarfed both Wolfgang (who stood at 6'1" in human form and 6'6" in beast form) and Astaroth, who appeared shorter despite floating in mid-air.
Astaroth's lips curled in disdain. "My, my... So this is the same gorilla that mutt has been talking about," she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.
Wolfgang, still supported by Rin, managed a grin. "The Samoan Superman from Brooklyn, TJ Moskowitz. The original undefeated champion," he announced, pride evident in his voice as he introduced his long-time rival and friend.
TJ's deep voice rumbled as he spoke, his eyes fixed on Astaroth. "Nobody beats my uce but me! You're looking at OG undisputed champion, bitch!" he declared, dropping into a fighting stance that spoke of years of training and countless battles.
Wolfgang's grin widened as he addressed his friend. "T, show her why you and I are the GOATs in combat sports," he said, struggling to keep his footing as fatigue continued to plague him.
TJ's response was simple but filled with determination. "Sure thing, dawg," he replied, his muscles tensing as he prepared to face the Queen of Inferno.
Bringing TJ into the fray was part of Wolfgang's contingency plan. While fiddling with his smartwatch earlier, he had discreetly sent an SOS message to Fuuma, instructing him to contact the DSO and dispatch TJ to their coordinates. As a fellow bounty hunter working for the DSO, which had ties to the Taimanin organization, TJ was a reliable backup.
Moments later, Shizuru arrived, her breath slightly labored from catching up to Rin and Wolfgang. Her usually immaculate appearance was slightly disheveled, a testament to her hurried journey.
"Did I miss anything? " Shizuru asked, her melodic voice tinged with curiosity.
Wolfgang, struggling to stand due to exhaustion, grimaced. "I almost had Flame Princess, if not for the limitations of my beast mode." He eyed Shizuru knowingly. "Let me guess, you're the one the cyclops dispatched to get us back home."
"No other," Shizuru confirmed with a slight nod. Her eyes widened as she surveyed the damage around them. "I never thought you, out of all people, had the audacity to take on Astaroth head-on. Anyone reckless enough to fight her might wind up dead. But, since you're an ascended demon, who is still technically a high-ranking demon, that rule doesn't apply to you."
"Yeah," Wolfgang agreed, his voice gruff. "But having two top-tier demons fighting each other would be catastrophic, to say the least, in terms of collateral damage." He gestured to the wreckage left behind from their battle with the fire demon.
The scene shifted to TJ's arrival. His cyborg arms, gleaming in the dim light, manifested energy shields from his forearms. These shields proved invaluable as they deflected Astaroth's fireballs with ease. The Queen of Inferno was learning the hard way what Wolfgang had warned her about: underestimating humans was a grave mistake.
TJ, inhumanly tall and muscular, moved with a grace that belied his size. His strength was evident as he effortlessly tackled Astaroth, his skills clearly on par with Wolfgang's. Their shared history of intense battles was apparent in every calculated move.
"Get off me, you big, ugly ape!" Astaroth snarled, pushing TJ away after being tackled.
TJ's grin was fierce as he retaliated with a backfist. "You're one feisty bitch!" Though Astaroth dodged the attack, the man known as the Samoan Superman quickly had her in a bear hug, applying immense pressure.
The sound of bones creaking under the strain filled the air. With a sickening crunch, TJ released Astaroth only to execute a devastating Samoan drop. The impact left a crater in the ground, dust and debris billowing around them.
Surprisingly, it was Astaroth who seemed worn out from the fight with TJ. She managed to stand, but her usual fiery aura had dimmed considerably.
"How the fuck did she survive THAT?!" TJ exclaimed, his disbelief evident in his voice and the way his eyes widened in shock.
In an instant, the flames engulfing Astaroth vanished, and the temperature began to cool. The sudden change in atmosphere left everyone perplexed, wondering at the extent of the fire demon's abilities to manipulate heat and survive such brutal attacks.
Astaroth, her voice carrying a hint of begrudging respect, addressed TJ. "Looks like the fleabag wasn't bluffing. You are the real deal!" Her eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation. "Let's just call it a day anyway. Taimanins are one thing, but cage fighters are worth playing with."
A portal of fire and magma materialized behind Astaroth. With one last challenging look at the group, she stepped through, returning to her domain in the demon realm. The abrupt end to the battle left Rin's squad and TJ in a moment of confused silence.
TJ's gaze finally settled on his former rival, Wolfgang. His voice carried a mix of amusement and exasperation as he asked, "Seriously, uce. Do you have any other friends on the other side of this world other than Miss Hothead?"
Wolfgang's reply was curt, his exhaustion evident in his voice and posture. "Ambrose is my only friend in the demon realm. Everyone else is all but a stretch." He started to move away, his steps heavy. "Come on, let's bug out. I'm really not in the mood to talk right now."
With a VTOL transport waiting, Rin's squad and TJ boarded the aircraft, their bodies weary from the intense battle. The hum of the engines provided a soothing background noise as they settled into their seats, each lost in their own thoughts about the recent encounter with Astaroth.
Several hours later, at the task force's command center, Wolfgang stood before Fuuma, ready to deliver his progress report. The room was dimly lit, with screens displaying various data and surveillance feeds. The air was thick with tension as Wolfgang began to speak.
"The REA are apparently disillusioned with things going on right now," Wolfgang started, his voice grave. "Not to mention, Momochi had wiped out most of that criminal group's soldiers within just the last two months." He paused, letting the information sink in.
Fuuma nodded, his expression serious. "So, those who want a demon-free world decided to throw in their lot for the strongest side," he concluded, his fingers drumming on the desk before him.
Wolfgang continued, elaborating on the situation. "Toyo Momochi's actions also played a minor role in the downfall of the Ryuumon. What was left of the Dragon Gate Mafia now aligned themselves with the neo-Nazi terrorists."
"This is the harsh reality of those who fell on hard times. If you can't beat them, join them," Wolfgang quipped, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Maybe those REA guys felt like they've been persuaded by those Nazi bastards to 'turn a new leaf' and fight for their cause. Even the Chinese Union cannot condone the Nichts' hate propaganda since they managed to learn from the hate crime incidents involving demons around the world - namely in the UFS, and European countries like Germany, France, and Spain. The Netherlands has the largest number of hate crimes against demons, mostly perpetuated by people of anti-demon sentiments."
As he spoke, Wolfgang couldn't help but reflect on the irony of the situation. He himself was no stranger to prejudice from humans merely because he was a demon. A flash of gratitude crossed his mind as he remembered how the Dutch royal family had protected him, thanks to a courtesy call from the previous king. This protection had led to his position as a mentor to the royal guards alongside Ambrose, and ultimately his role as one of the founding members of the Royal Knights of Wilhelmus, the elite guards protecting the royal family.
Fuuma listened intently, his brow furrowed in thought. After a moment of contemplation, he shifted the conversation. "Now with that out of the way, how did you and Rin-sensei fight off Astaroth?" he asked, leaning forward with interest.
Wolfgang's posture straightened as he began to elaborate. "Almost every top dog in the demon realm is tough to kill. It makes them look like final bosses in a video game," he explained, a wry smile playing on his lips. "However, if another high-rank fights their fellow high-ranking demon, it would be catastrophic even in the human world. The thought of seeing my old man and Flame Princess would be an apocalyptic scenario."
His expression turned more serious as he continued, "As for me, I almost bit off more than I could chew. But that psycho was asking for a fight. So I gave her one, and then TJ showed up to finish the job. Astaroth may have won the fight, but guess who has the last laugh..."
Rin, who had been silently listening, shook her head, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
Wolfgang's eyes gleamed with a mischievous light as he recalled the battle in his Blutrosenwolf form. "While in Blutrosenwolf, Miss Hothead continuously slammed my ass around the ground," he began, his voice taking on a theatrical tone. "She didn't know that every time she manhandled me, it caused wood splinters to pop out from my fur. Once these splinters latch onto the target's skin, they inject a special aphrodisiac into their system."
Fuuma's eyes widened in realization. "Wait, so you're saying..." he trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.
With a flourish, Wolfgang revealed a voodoo doll in his hand. Wooden needles punctured its head, chest, and crotch, a sight that sent a chill down the spines of those present. "We won't be seeing Flame Princess for a very long time while she's having sex with herself!" he declared triumphantly, his laughter echoing through the room. "Nyuk-nyuk-nyuk~! Gahahahahahahaha!"
The others in the room exchanged uncomfortable glances as Wolfgang continued to chuckle. It was clear that he had purposely lost the fight to Astaroth, but not before giving the fire demon a parting "gift" by planting splinters into her body that would cause her to pleasure herself endlessly.
As the laughter subsided, a somber silence fell over the room. While the method might have been disturbing, they all understood the necessity of keeping Astaroth at bay. Unless someone managed to remove the splinters from her skin, she wouldn't be impeding the Taimanins' work anytime soon.
"As much as appalling and fucked up Wolfgang's gambit was, I think it's for the best this should keep someone as dangerous as Astaroth out of the way... at least for now," Rin said, her voice a mixture of relief and discomfort. She ran her fingers through her hair, a habit she'd picked up when deep in thought. Her eyes darted between Wolfgang and Fuuma, connecting the dots on how Wolfgang had been putting up an act against a fellow high-ranking demon.
Fuuma leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk as he regarded Wolfgang with newfound respect. "Rin-sensei," he began, his gaze shifting between Rin and Wolfgang, "Come to think of it, Wolfgang isn't all brawn. He's pretty much talented in almost everything - alchemy, swordsmanship, gadgetry, and of all things psychological warfare."
The Volt Taimanin nodded, her expression thoughtful. "He even outright called her out for underestimating the potential of humans... and Taimanins, especially back in Kotrara." She paused, remembering the fierce battle they had fought there. "It's like he knew exactly which buttons to push."
Wolfgang leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes, usually sharp and alert, now held a hint of weariness. "Most of the top dogs in the demon realm are all way over their heads, mate," he explained, his voice low and gravelly. "The nature of high-ranking demons... their fatal flaw is pride."
He pushed off from the wall, pacing slowly as he continued. "The nobles may have a sense of honor, humility, and moral compass. The same can't be said for self-absorbed assholes like my old man and Flame Princess." A bitter smile crossed his face. "Well, because they are just being themselves. They think they can act high and mighty because they have the power to back that up, but the ego gets shattered when the tables are turned."
Wolfgang stopped pacing, turning to face Rin and Fuuma. His expression was serious, almost solemn. "The moral of the story? Prove your doubters wrong!"
Rin watched Wolfgang carefully, noting the subtle changes in his demeanor. She had always known he was more than just a brute force fighter, but seeing his strategic mind at work was something else entirely. While he might lack the heroic qualities of younger Taimanins, he possessed the ruthlessness of the veteran ninjas.
Fuuma nodded slowly, processing Wolfgang's words. "The fact that you were able to bait Astaroth shows you're effective at manipulating your opponent's emotional and psychological state to your favor," he observed. "Tricking them into thinking that you can't win against someone more powerful than you, when in reality, you have the wit to outsmart them if you have to."
"It makes you the ultimate cold-blooded assassin," Rin added softly, a mix of admiration and wariness in her voice. "Befitting a patient wolf who waits for their prey to be helpless and alone before going for the kill."
Wolfgang's eyes met Rin's, and for a moment, something unspoken passed between them. He understood her conflicted feelings - the respect for his abilities warring with the unease at the ruthlessness of his methods.
"Sometimes," Wolfgang said, his voice barely above a whisper, "you have to play the long game to survive. This isn't a matter of winning or losing. For what's worth, even if you get your hands dirty..." He turned away, his shoulders tense. "You have to do it like your life depends on it. Keep in mind, you are the one that make your choices, mate. And how your decisions will affect you and your comrades in the long run."
The next morning, a gentle breeze whispered through the open window of Rin's mansion, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming cherry blossoms. It was 4 am, and Wolfgang had already risen, his footsteps soft as he made his way to the kitchen. With practiced ease, he began preparing breakfast for the ladies, his movements swift and sure as he cooked, the sizzle of eggs and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.
As the first rays of dawn began to peek over the horizon, Wolfgang finished setting the table, leaving a note before slipping out the door. He headed towards Gosha Academy, his mind already focused on the adjustments and calibrations needed for the Verstappen.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Rin and Shizuru lay sleeping, their nude forms intertwined beneath the soft blanket they shared. The room was bathed in the soft, pre-dawn light, casting a gentle glow over their peaceful faces.
Rin stirred first, her eyelids fluttering open as consciousness slowly returned. She instinctively reached out, expecting to feel Wolfgang's warm presence, only to find his side of the bed empty. A small smile played on her lips as she realized he must have already left for the academy.
Beside her, Shizuru began to stir, her hand reaching out to the bedside table where her glasses lay. As she put them on, the world came into focus, and she turned to face Rin.
"He's sure quite the busybody. " Shizuru's voice was still husky with sleep, but there was a hint of amusement in her tone. "And judging by his dark and tragic past, I kinda figured out someone like Wolfgang had been through tragedy and hardships. It's remarkable he survived something as harrowing as World War II."
Rin nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "Yeah. In fact, his past traumas are somehow relatable to our own as Taimanins," she replied, her voice soft with understanding. "We have gone through all kinds of disturbing experiences beyond comprehension. He and my mother were close friends. He's also done pretty horrible things, mostly against evil humans and demons."
She paused, her brow furrowing slightly as she continued, "He even mentioned burning down an orc village in the demon realm and killing everyone around it. It's ironic for someone who survived the Holocaust to end up recreating it on a race of demons."
Shizuru propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes serious behind her glasses. "He's carrying a heavy burden around his shoulders. So, he's used to doing those things, that's because he doesn't want anyone, including Taimanins like ourselves, to have to go through a marathon of trauma from being sexually assaulted."
Rin sighed, her gaze distant as she recalled past conversations with Wolfgang. "That's right. It's not hard to see why he'll go so far, to the point he was once desperate trying to find a place to die. Considering he's the son of Edwin Black, it's not surprising. There was that fateful moment he dropped to his knees and bawled his eyes out after my mom's burial and said, 'I should have died a long time ago!' The combination of the fear of outliving people and PTSD..."
Her voice trailed off, and Shizuru reached out to squeeze her hand comfortingly. "There are people like Wolfgang who need help when they're at their lowest," she said softly. "Because, you might never know what he would've done to himself if you or his Incubus friend weren't there for him. I'm glad Wolfgang managed to pull himself back together and found a purpose in life."
Rin's expression softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "And a new family... even if they're not related by blood. The Dutch royal family bestowed him a royal weapon, they wanted him to heal and move forward."
The two mature ladies lay in bed, their bodies still intertwined as they reflected on Wolfgang's complex nature. Rin's fingers absently traced patterns on Shizuru's skin as they spoke, the intimacy of their position a stark contrast to the heavy topics they discussed.
"You know," Shizuru began, her voice soft in the quiet morning air, "Wolfgang's savage exterior hides a heart of gold that's endured unimaginable hardships. It's quite remarkable, really."
Rin nodded, her expression thoughtful. "You're right. It's easy to forget sometimes, given his strength and appearance, that he's lived through so much. He may be over a hundred years old, but his body..." she trailed off, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
Shizuru chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Indeed. The body of a young adult with Herculean strength. It's no wonder he's had such an effect on you, Rin."
The Volt Taimanin's blush deepened, but she didn't deny it. "His recent experiences with me... I think they've started to mellow him out a bit."
"You know," Shizuru mused, her fingers playing with a strand of Rin's hair, "he reminds me a lot of how you used to be."
Rin stiffened slightly at the reminder of her youth, a mix of emotions flashing across her face. Shame, nostalgia, and a hint of pride all warred for dominance.
Shizuru continued, her voice gentle but matter-of-fact. "You were just as brutal and ruthless as he is, back then. Your reputation was fearsome, to say the least."
Rin sighed, her gaze distant as she recalled those tumultuous years. "It wasn't an easy time," she admitted. "My upbringing... well, you know about the abuse my mother and I suffered at the hands of my father. And then there was the Uehara clan's curse on the patriarchs."
Shizuru squeezed Rin's hand comfortingly. "You've come a long way since then. Headmistress Asagi's respect for your efficiency in raid missions is well-earned."
A small smile tugged at Rin's lips. "Time changes people, I suppose. When Shikanosuke was born, I felt myself starting to soften. Training him to be the clan's heir... it gave me a new purpose."
"And then Wolfgang came into your life," Shizuru added, a knowing look in her eyes.
Rin nodded. "I made the decision to live with him here. Part of me feared his influence on Shikanosuke might lead my cousin down a dark path. But Wolfgang's turned his life around, by becoming an ascended demon. Even if some of those amoral tendencies still linger."
Shizuru's lips curved into a teasing smile. "Even the most vicious men can turn women on. I know you've been feeling that way towards him, Rin."
Rin didn't bother to deny it. "Damn right," she said, her voice low and husky. "When I offered myself to him in his true form, I didn't flinch. I wanted every part of him inside me."
Shizuru's eyes widened slightly at Rin's candor. "And how was it?" she asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
Rin's expression softened, a mix of tenderness and passion in her eyes. "At first, he was hesitant. But I assured him that his imperfections make him who he is. And every time he climaxed, he would revert back to his human form, bathing me in warm light."
Shizuru nodded, understanding dawning on her face. "Last night's experience with him during the full moon," she confessed. "He may be a vicious beast whose way of life is fighting, but that hidden heart of gold... it proves he's still a proud and noble wolf."
The two women fell silent for a moment, each lost in their own memories of their encounters with Wolfgang. The room was filled with a comfortable warmth, the soft light of dawn casting a gentle glow over their intertwined forms.
Finally, Shizuru broke the silence with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Rin. After we finish breakfast, mind if we play around while we take a shower?"
Rin smirked, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Fine then. While our werewolf isn't here, let's have some fun. For old time's sake." She paused, then added with a chuckle, "I just hope he doesn't make any medium awareness quips when he finds out. "
After the two women finished breakfast, Rin and Shizuru immediately went into the shower. As soon as the glass door closed, warm water began raining down from the shower on the two voluptuous ladies in their naked form. Fog began to surround the entire shower, covering the glass door and windows in a misty cocoon, creating an intimate atmosphere.
"Mmmmhhh~ Mwahhh~ Mmmppphhh~"
Rin and Shizuru locked lips in a passionate kiss, their incredibly large breasts pressed against each other's. The steamy environment intensified the pleasure, sending shivers down their spines. After a few seconds, they both let go, panting slightly. Rin, taking the initiative, began her ministrations on Shizuru, her lips tracing a path from Shizuru's mouth, down her neck, and eventually to her breasts.
"Yes, Rin. That's the spot. " Shizuru moaned, her hands tangling in Rin's wet hair.
"Just like old times," Rin murmured against Shizuru's skin, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.
This wasn't new territory for them. Rin and Shizuru had explored each other's bodies more than once, their intimate encounters dating back to when they were rookies. As they progressed through senior high, Shizuru would often seek out Rin to improve her use of Bedroom Arts. It was a known fact among Taimanins that two women could make love to master Carnal Techniques, honing their ability to seduce men as well. In their youth, Rin had embraced a more masculine side, while Shizuru remained purely feminine.
As they lathered their bodies with soap, the sweet scent of cherry blossoms filling the air, Shizuru's thoughts drifted to their recent battle. She began massaging shampoo into Rin's scalp, her fingers working in gentle circles.
"I wonder what Astaroth is up to now after Wolfgang played possum by leaving those splinters in her body?" Shizuru asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
Rin tilted her head back, enjoying the sensation of Shizuru's fingers in her hair. "My guess is that she'll eventually break from masturbating endlessly," she replied, her tone matter-of-fact despite the intimate setting. "Not to mention he used that voodoo doll to cause certain parts of her body to make her come through those wooden pins. Unless someone has removed those splinters, she's likely still lost in a haze of pleasure."
Shizuru shuddered slightly, both from the thought and from Rin's hands now running down her sides. "Wolfgang's tactics are... effective, if somewhat disturbing," she mused.
Rin moved behind Shizuru, her breasts pressing against the latter's back as she began to massage Shizuru's breasts. "That's Wolfgang for you," she said, her breath hot against Shizuru's ear. "He's not afraid to fight dirty if it means protecting those he cares about."
Shizuru leaned back into Rin's touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "And what about you, Rin? Has his influence changed your tactics as well?"
Rin's hands stilled for a moment as she considered the question. "Perhaps," she admitted. "But I'd like to think I've influenced him too. We balance each other out."
After Rin's hands pinched her nipple, Shizuru returned the favor, her fingers dancing across Rin's sensitive skin. Shizuru's left hand circled Rin's areola teasingly, while her mouth found Rin's right breast, sucking gently.
"Your boobs are so sensitive, Rin~ " Shizuru murmured against her skin. "I can't believe you really enjoyed him so much." She continued her ministrations, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer touches. As she worked, a small amount of white liquid began to leak from Rin's left nipple, causing Shizuru to pause in surprise. "This sensation feels electrifying!"
Rin gasped, her body trembling under Shizuru's touch. The warm water cascading over them only added to the intensity of the moment. Steam filled the air, creating a cocoon of intimacy around them.
After a while, Shizuru reluctantly let go of Rin. She turned to the glass door, exhaling slowly, her breath further fogging the already misty surface. The two women's bodies became silhouettes behind the foggy glass, their forms merging and separating as they continued their passionate encounter.
The scene abruptly shifted, focusing on Wolfgang as he wiped a camera lens clean. He spoke to an unseen presence, his tone a mix of amusement and resignation. "I gotta admit. Seeing two Taimanins in action is already hot in and of itself. Let's just leave it there."
The story then moved to the task force's headquarters, where Wolfgang had gathered some of the active members. Among them was Murasaki Yatsu, the blue-haired, axe-wielding Taimanin known for her strength and skill. Fuuma was also present, his presence commanding respect from the others.
Murasaki's attention was drawn to the Verstappen, Wolfgang's other unique weapon. She carefully examined the sword and its five blade components, her expert eye taking in every detail. The weapon seemed to hum with a quiet power, its craftsmanship evident even to those unfamiliar with such advanced weaponry.
"This is quite the impressive piece, Wolfgang," Murasaki commented, her voice filled with admiration. She ran a finger along one of the blades, feeling the perfect balance and razor-sharp edge. "I've never seen anything quite like it."
"This feels like something straight out of a video game or mecha anime," Wolfgang remarked, a hint of pride in his voice. "But I can assure you, the royal guards have been working tirelessly to make this a reality. It's not just a fancy prop."
He ran his hand along the smooth surface of the Verstappen, his eyes gleaming with appreciation. "And here's the best part - this bad boy isn't exclusive to Royal Knights. Even Taimanins can use it. It's a gift from Her Majesty as a token of gratitude for the Taimanins who foiled that assassination attempt during her state visit to Japan."
Wolfgang carefully handed the Verstappen to Murasaki, who took it with a mix of reverence and excitement. To her surprise, despite its imposing size, the massive claymore felt almost weightless in her hand. She swung it experimentally, marveling at its perfect balance.
"Impressive," Murasaki murmured, her expert eye taking in every detail. "The main blade's inner frame must be some kind of advanced lightweight material, like carbon fiber. It's remarkably easy to handle for its size."
As she examined the weapon more closely, Murasaki noticed several unusual features. Her fingers traced over a card scanner embedded in the hilt, and she raised an eyebrow questioningly at Wolfgang.
"Ah, you've spotted one of its special tricks," Wolfgang grinned. He stepped closer, pointing out various components. "Watch this."
With a practiced motion, he lifted the handle downwards like a lever. The weapon smoothly transformed before their eyes, its long blades opening like pincer claws around the central shaft. The Verstappen had shifted from its Buster Sword form to what Wolfgang called "Buster Rifle Mode."
"In this configuration, it fires high-energy blasts by default," Wolfgang explained, his voice taking on a lecturer's tone. "But that's not all. See that card scanner you noticed earlier? That's where the real magic happens."
He pulled out what looked like an ID card from his pocket. "When you swipe a registered ID through here, it triggers what we call Combo Finishers. Essentially, it turns this beauty into a man-portable charged particle cannon. Devastating in the right hands."
Murasaki's eyes widened, clearly impressed. "And in sword mode?"
Wolfgang nodded, clearly pleased by her interest. "Similar principle. Swipe the card in sword mode, and those long blade units will open up. It conjures an elongated beam of light - think of it as a lightsaber on steroids."
Fuuma, who had been quietly observing until now, stepped forward. "This is indeed impressive technology, Wolfgang. But how do we ensure it's used safely and effectively?"
Wolfgang turned to the Taimanin leader, his expression becoming more serious. "That's actually why I wanted to speak with you all. I was wondering - do you guys have VR training simulations or something similar? I think that would be the ideal way to test the Verstappen's various modes without risk of collateral damage."
He gestured to the card scanner again. "As for this, it's technically an ID scanner. The Royal Knights use their ID cards to register their finishing attacks on weapons equipped with these scanners. Since this weapon can also be used by Taimanins, I think task force members' ID cards, or any top-tier Taimanin ID cards, should work too."
Fuuma nodded thoughtfully. "We do have advanced training facilities, including VR simulations. I believe you're right - that would be the safest way to familiarize our operatives with this new technology."
Inside the VR room, the stark white walls shimmered and transformed, giving way to a sprawling cityscape. Towering skyscrapers reached towards a digital sky, their glass facades reflecting the simulated sunlight. The air filled with the ambient sounds of a bustling metropolis, adding to the realism of the virtual environment.
Wolfgang stood in the middle of a wide road, his stance firm and ready. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the massive form of a Tempest walker looming before him. The mech's metallic body gleamed menacingly, its weapons systems primed and ready for combat. Flanking the walker were numerous spider drones, their multiple legs skittering across the asphalt with eerie precision. Behind them, heavily armored infantry took position, their miniguns at the ready, the barrels already beginning to spin.
With a practiced motion, Wolfgang lifted the Verstappen's handle downwards. The weapon responded instantly, its long side blades opening smoothly to reveal the barrel within. The transformation was seamless, the Buster Rifle Mode activating with a soft hum of energy.
Reaching into his pocket, Wolfgang pulled out three ID cards. He glanced at them briefly - his own Gosha Academy faculty ID, along with those belonging to Rin and Shizuru. A small smile played on his lips as he remembered the trust they had placed in him by sharing their credentials.
With steady hands, Wolfgang brought his ID card to the weapon's scanner. The Verstappen's computerized voice broke the tension, "Wolfgang, access granted." The confirmation sent a small thrill through him - the first step was complete.
He repeated the process with Rin's card. Again, the voice spoke, "Rin, access granted." Wolfgang could almost feel Rin's electrical energy coursing through the weapon.
Finally, he scanned Shizuru's card. "Shizuru, access granted," the voice confirmed. As the final scan completed, the Verstappen seemed to pulse with newfound power.
"Delta Combo!" the weapon's voice exclaimed, its tone almost excited.
At the center of the Verstappen, a mesmerizing ball of multi-colored energy began to form. The hollow blade's barrel crackled with power as it set up the charged particle cannon. The air around Wolfgang began to shimmer with the intensity of the energy being gathered.
Wolfgang couldn't help but grin as he aimed the weapon at the imposing array of enemies before him. The weight of the Verstappen in his hands, the thrum of its power, and the adrenaline of the moment all combined to fuel his next words.
"Taste the rainbow, motherfucker!" he exclaimed, his finger squeezing the trigger.
The Verstappen's computerized voice rang out once more, each word punctuated by a surge of power. "Lunarnium! Volt! Wood! MAXIMUM HYPERDRIVE!"
A blinding, rainbow-colored beam of light erupted from the Verstappen's Buster Rifle Mode. The recoil was intense, threatening to push Wolfgang back, but he held his ground. His muscles strained as he fought to keep the weapon steady, the power of the beam almost overwhelming.
The charged particle beam cut through the air, its path a dazzling display of colors. It struck the Tempest mech head-on, the impact sending shockwaves through the simulated environment. The mech's armor began to melt and disintegrate under the intense energy.
The beam didn't stop there. It continued its path of destruction, engulfing the spider drones. Their metallic bodies offered no resistance, turning to ash in an instant. The armored infantry, despite their heavy protection, met the same fate. The miniguns they wielded melted into puddles of molten metal before they could even fire a single round.
In a matter of seconds, the entire enemy force was reduced to nothing more than scattered ashes and smoldering debris. The cityscape behind them bore the scars of the attack, buildings partially vaporized where the beam had passed through.
As the light faded and the dust settled, Wolfgang lowered the Verstappen. His breathing was heavy, a mix of exertion and exhilaration. He surveyed the damage, impressed by the weapon's sheer destructive capability.
"Now that," he muttered to himself, "is what I call firepower."
The simulation began to fade around him, the destroyed cityscape giving way to the blank walls of the VR room. As the program shut down, Wolfgang couldn't help but wonder about the real-world applications of such power. In the hands of the Taimanin, the Verstappen could be a game-changer in their ongoing battle against supernatural threats.
But with great power comes great responsibility, and Wolfgang knew that mastering this weapon would require more than just brute force. It would take skill, strategy, and above all, the wisdom to know when and how to use it.
"Okay, now for the last part. Bring out the Phantom Lord in his giant form," Wolfgang spoke into the comms, his voice tinged with anticipation and a hint of excitement.
Fuuma's voice crackled back, a note of concern evident. "If you insist, Wolfgang. But be cautious. Even in a simulation, the Phantom Lord is not to be taken lightly." He gave a nod to the VR technician, who input the commands to reset the cityscape.
The blank white walls of the VR room shimmered once more, transforming into a sprawling urban landscape. This time, Wolfgang found himself standing atop a skyscraper, the wind whipping at his coat as he surveyed the digital metropolis below. The sky darkened ominously, clouds swirling in an unnatural pattern.
Suddenly, the air before him seemed to tear open, revealing a nightmarish form that sent chills down Wolfgang's spine. The Phantom Lord, in all its terrifying glory, materialized before him. Standing at a colossal ten meters tall, the creature was a horrifying blend of eldritch horror and demonic might. Its skin was as black as the void, two twisted horns jutting from its head like cruel spears. Massive hands ended in fingers tapered to razor-sharp points, each one capable of slicing through steel like butter.
The monster's back bore a pair of enormous bat-like wings, their edges honed to deadly points. From its grotesque maw, writhing tentacles emerged, stretching out hungrily towards Wolfgang. The beast's tail, thick and powerful, split in two partway down its length, each end as long and deadly as the most venomous serpent.
Wolfgang's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of his nemesis. Even in this simulated form, the Phantom Lord exuded an aura of malevolence that made his skin crawl. He reached for the Verstappen, his fingers curling around its familiar grip.
With a practiced motion, Wolfgang lifted the Verstappen's handle, the side blades closing smoothly. He then reached into his pocket, producing three ID cards. Each one represented a formidable ally in the fight against evil: Headmistress Asagi, the Almighty Taimanin; Sakura, the young Taimanin; and Murasaki, the Undying.
Wolfgang took a moment to appreciate the trust placed in him. These weren't just pieces of plastic; they were symbols of the bonds he'd forged, the alliances he'd built. He made a mental note to return them promptly after the test, a small gesture of his respect for his comrades.
With steady hands, Wolfgang began to scan the cards in sequence. The Verstappen's computerized voice rang out, clear and crisp against the howling wind of the simulated rooftop.
"Asagi, access granted."
A surge of power, the essence of leadership and experience.
"Sakura, access granted."
Youth and potential, raw and untamed.
"Murasaki, access granted."
Skill and precision, honed to perfection.
"Delta Combo!" the weapon exclaimed, its tone almost excited at the prospect of unleashing its full potential.
The Verstappen's side blades snapped open once more, but this time, something extraordinary happened. A blade of pure light, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow, erupted from the weapon. It stretched upwards, growing longer and longer until it rivaled the height of the very skyscraper Wolfgang stood upon. The hybrid warrior couldn't help but marvel at the sight. Theoretically, he realized, this blade of light could reach into the stars themselves.
Wolfgang's gaze shifted from the awe-inspiring weapon to the monstrous form before him. His voice dropped to a whisper, laden with years of pent-up anger and determination. "Kuroi. You and I never got along the first time we met. The next time I see your face, I'd be happy to kick your monkey-ass straight to the underworld!"
The name 'Kuroi' escaped his lips with a mixture of disgust and anticipation. Of all the powerful demons that plagued this world, Ryuji Kuroi was the one that Wolfgang yearned to destroy the most. Their history was a tangled web of violence and hatred, and now, even in this virtual realm, Wolfgang felt the old rage bubbling up inside him.
"Garyou Tensei," Wolfgang muttered, invoking his transformation.
In a flash of light, his Royal Knight suit materialized around him. The white longcoat billowed dramatically under the sleek armor, a stark contrast to the darkness of the Phantom Lord. Only his helmet remained absent, allowing his fierce gaze to lock directly onto his foe.
Wolfgang's finger tightened on the Verstappen's trigger. The weapon's voice rang out once more, each word pulsing with barely contained power:
"Hawk! Shadow! Eternity! MAXIMUM HYPERDRIVE!"
Time seemed to slow as Wolfgang channeled all his strength, all his skill, into this one, decisive strike. The rainbow-hued blade of light moved with impossible speed, carving a massive, blazing 'W' across the Phantom Lord's grotesque form.
The monster's unholy screech of pain and rage was cut short as the energy of the attack coursed through its body. Wolfgang turned away, his coat whipping dramatically in the wind as the Phantom Lord began to disintegrate behind him. Flesh and bone exploded outward, raining down upon the simulated cityscape in a gruesome shower.
As the last echoes of the explosion faded, Wolfgang spoke, his voice carrying the weight of countless battles and hard-won wisdom. "A wise man once said: 'Kill a demon, you're a murderer. Kill millions of demons, you're a conqueror. Kill all of them, then you're God.'"
The Royal Knight suit dissipated into particles of light, leaving Wolfgang in his casual attire - his signature coat draped over a v-neck shirt, paired with well-worn jeans and comfortable sneakers. It was a reminder that beneath the armor and the power, he was still human... or at least, part human.
The simulated world around him began to fade, the destroyed cityscape giving way to the sterile white walls of the VR room. Wolfgang took a deep breath, centering himself as he prepared to report his findings.
In the control center, Fuuma and the others waited expectantly as Wolfgang approached. His face was serious, the exhilaration of the simulated battle giving way to the gravity of what he had discovered.
"The Verstappen's potential is... significant," Wolfgang began, his tone measured. "The combo system, utilizing different ID cards, allows for an unprecedented level of customization and power output."
He paused, choosing his next words carefully. "However, the Maximum Hyperdrive finishers... they're not to be used lightly. The level of destruction they're capable of is cataclysmic. Using them against low-ranking demons would be like using a nuke to swat a fly."
Fuuma nodded gravely, understanding the implications. "So, what do you recommend?"
Wolfgang's expression hardened. "The Maximum Hyperdrive should be restricted. It's a last resort, to be used only against demons on par with Astaroth or... Edwin fucking Black." He swallowed hard at mentioning his father's name.
"But," he continued, his tone lightening slightly, "the Verstappen's other capabilities are where its true potential lies. The blade components can orbit around the wielder, providing both offensive and defensive options. It's versatile, adaptable... exactly what we need in our upcoming battles."
As the debriefing continued, Wolfgang couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and trepidation. The Verstappen was a powerful tool, one that could turn the tide in their eternal struggle against evil. But with such power came great responsibility, and he knew that mastering this weapon would require more than just strength and skill. It would take wisdom, restraint, and an unwavering commitment to their cause.
After leaving the VR room, Wolfgang's piercing blue eyes darted around, seemingly meeting an unseen presence. The corridor was empty, yet he couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Now that the testing is done, and the two ladies are off on their own missions after that... interesting shower scene," Wolfgang muttered to himself, his voice low and tinged with amusement. "You might be wondering about that voodoo doll I mentioned earlier in this chapter? Well, I'm not quite finished playing with it... Hehehehe~!"
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, crudely made doll. Its features were barely discernible, but there was something unmistakably feminine about its shape.
"I assume Flame Princess hasn't stopped enjoying herself while that wood splinter is stuck deep in her skin," Wolfgang continued, his fingers tracing the doll's outline. "She's probably not going to stop touching herself anytime soon. And as for this doll... Let's just say I managed to pick up a strand of Astaroth's hair and created it through transmutation, keeping her cellular makeup intact. The wooden pins around the doll are placed deep into the chest and crotch, enough for Astaroth to be overwhelmed by pleasure."
As he spoke, a cloud-like bubble appeared above Wolfgang's head, almost like a thought bubble in a comic book. Within it, a vivid image formed: Astaroth, the powerful fire demoness, writhing in ecstasy. Her large breasts heaved as she fondled them, her fingers frantically rubbing at her slick folds. The image was so detailed, so lifelike, that for a moment it seemed real. Just as Astaroth was about to reach her peak, the bubble vanished, leaving Wolfgang with a satisfied smirk.
"Well, this is the Lilithverse after all," he said with a shrug, as if explaining his actions to an invisible audience. "Sex and violence happen to be around every corner, every day. Haven't you seen even the most attractive ladies - human or demon - masturbating on a regular basis? It's certainly better than seeing ugly-ass, faceless Neanderthals violating women left and right!"
Wolfgang's expression darkened for a moment, a flicker of genuine disgust crossing his features at the thought. Then, just as quickly, his trademark smirk returned.
"Besides," he added, twirling the voodoo doll between his fingers, "a little pleasure mixed with pain never hurt anyone... well, not too much anyway. Rinse and repeat, that's it."
As he walked down the corridor, his mind raced with other sinister plans for the voodoo doll. The possibilities were endless, and Wolfgang was nothing if not creative. He chuckled to himself, the sound echoing off the empty walls.
"Bitch," he murmured, "you have no idea what's in store for you. This is just the beginning of our little game."
With that, Wolfgang pocketed the doll and continued on his way, whistling a jaunty tune that seemed at odds with the dark glint in his eyes.
Footnotes & Trivia:
- "Blutrosenwolf" is Blood Rose Wolf in German.
- The Verstappen's Maximum Hyperdrive in both Buster Rifle and Buster Sword Modes are homage to the 00 Qan-T from the Gundam 00 movie, A Waking of the Trailblazer. Although the BR's charged particle cannon is based that of the Geno Saurer and Geno Breaker from the Zoids series.
- Author's Note:
1) Wolfgang and Astaroth are foils to each other, in that they both enjoy fighting and sex in regular basis, and they also hate Edwin Black. What keeps them from becoming full-blown sociopaths is the people around them serving as their moral compass and befriending other kinds of people - Astaroth has Wester as her servant and confidant, she has interactions with Furfur and Mai Nanase (in RPGX). Wolfgang has Ambrose and TJ in his friend circle, with Rin (as well as Shizuru) as love interests.
2) The idea of Wolfgang using a voodoo doll to 'break' Astaroth is basically a unique example not seen in the visual novels and in RPGX. Wolfgang doesn't even need to personally violate Astaroth since 1) he's already committed to Rin (and has no problem getting into a threesome with a third wheel such as Shizuru and Natsu). 2) Wolfgang is a Dexter Morgan-esque serial killer; his victims includes slavers, traffickers, and rapists, as he draws the line at all forms of sexual assault. This is justified because an SS officer sexually assaulted him while being held in Auschwitz. 3) The main purpose of using the wood splinter and voodoo doll is for Wolfgang to make Astaroth angry.
