I'm sorry for the delay. In my country, it's elections time, and I've been swamped with work. It's been eat, sleep, wake up, shower, and back to the grind. Thankfully, I managed to find a moment to not let you down with this update. I can't promise the next one will be the same; I'm pretty tired, and sometimes the ideas escape me. But I'll do my best.
Let's get to the review responses:
E: I really appreciate your detailed comments on the chapter. I want to apologize if some aspects of the story seem confusing or unconventional. Regarding Sirzechs' choice and the preservation of the artwork, I recommend you read this excerpt, which you can locate by pressing ctrl+f if you're reading from a computer or by searching the page if you're reading from a smartphone.
"It's amazing that something so ancient remains in perfect condition to this day," he commented, admiring the screen with reverence. "But according to the book I read in the hospital, it said it was destroyed several centuries ago. How is it in your possession?"
"The artwork was recovered five centuries ago, during an archaeological expedition in the depths of an ancient castle on the borders of what was known as Mesopotamia. These archaeologists were from the Glasya-Labolas clan, and when they brought it to the underworld, I acquired it at an auction of historical artifacts some years ago," explained Sirzechs, with a spark of excitement in his voice. "It was an unexpected stroke of luck. I learned how valuable it was and decided it should be part of our collection here in the castle. After all, knowledge and history are invaluable treasures."
The Charlemagne screen was created in the 9th century A. D., approximately in the 800s, and destroyed in the 18th-century French Revolution. Sirzechs mentioned that he found it 5 centuries ago, well, we're in the 21st century minus 5. What does that result in? The 16th century, the early 1500s.
Regarding the prose and grammar, I acknowledge that there may be some variation due to regional differences in language use. I am constantly working on improving the quality of my writing and reducing any repetition or redundancy that may arise in the text. I appreciate your patience and understanding as I continue to refine my narrative style. I'm reading books written in English to better familiarize myself, so I would appreciate it if you could bear with me a little longer.
Regarding the plot, I appreciate your comments on the need to focus on the unique and different elements of the story rather than repeating DxD canon events. I am taking your suggestions into account; in fact, I need to develop the story to move it in the direction I desire so that there are no plot holes. Your feedback is invaluable and helps me improve as a writer. Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts, and I hope to continue to count on your support in the future.
twisterblake2015: Thank you
Danish78: Great comeback, bro. I missed you. I thought you got busy or lost interest in the story. I really appreciate your support, and I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the new chapter. I'm excited to expand the plot with lesser-known characters like Latia and explore new directions in the story. The survival of the Z Sword after Dabura's attack is a crucial point that I tried to clarify, and I'm intrigued by the possible implications of Ophis's intervention in the plot.
By the way, reading your comments made me wonder something, have you read the light novels? If so, wow, you surprise me.
I hope you continue to enjoy the story's development, and that future updates will continue to please you. Thanks for your constant support and kind words!
Some1call4MR-E: It's a delight to read your quirky comments! The day you stop writing them, I think I'll get anxious, XD
In regards to your reflections on the chapter, I love your attention to detail and your ability to delve into the story! It's interesting how you highlight the difference between Trunks and full-blooded Saiyans like Goku and Vegeta when it comes to their eating habits. I also appreciate your analysis of Trunks' limited exposure to different pantheons and how it might affect his understanding of the world around him. Thanks for your ongoing support and your fun comments!
Civen434: Of course! Indeed, it's time for Trunks to show his true character and prove he's Vegeta's son. Serafall's unhealthy obsession with Trunks is quite evident, and in light novels, it's common to mention that demons are attracted to noble souls like bears to honey. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Guest: Sorry about that.
saitama1155: Thank you
Alright, now that the Q&A session is over, let's get started with the chapter.
Chapter 10: Haunted
Serafall looked thoughtfully out the window of her room in the castle, reflecting on what had just happened moments ago. She didn't like the array of sensations that the presence of that "extraterrestrial ape" provoked in her. It was as if his mere gaze diminished everything about her: her personality, her joy, her charisma, her great power. It was as if he was stealing her very being!
She was aware that there were creatures more powerful than her kind. Although she was an extremely powerful demon among her own, she knew that her power was not absolute. Gods, monsters, dragons: many beings surpassed her abilities. She knew this beforehand. However, there was a sort of diplomacy, a ceasefire agreement if you will, between her, Sirzechs, and those beings even when there was little or no contact. This individual, on the other hand, didn't seem intimidated when she manifested her power to absurd levels. Not even when Sirzechs did the same. His gaze remained focused, without doubts or signs of caution. The guy was more than willing to face her, a testament enough to demonstrate the danger that "alien chimpanzee" represented.
Despite that, like any good demon, she knew how to detect the purity of souls. It was well known that the purer a soul was, the more delicious, captivating, and tempting it became for them, desiring to possess it no matter what, as exotic as if it were an addictive drug, as tempting as if it were a depraved sexual predator about to deflower the purest and most innocent of maidens. Trunks's soul purity was something she couldn't ignore, an essence that was almost irresistible. That purity was so enticing and fascinated her so much that, upon realizing it, she felt disgusted with herself.
How could someone be so dangerous and yet be so pure? That dichotomy was a mystery that intrigued and disturbed her. The years weighed on Serafall; she had more than enough knowledge and experience. And for that reason, she quickly understood that a soul so pure and innocent with that absurd amount of power could bring about the end of an era, the end of everything (1)
She was aware that, in many cases, absolute power corrupted absolutely. She had witnessed how the most innocent souls fell into darkness, consumed by ambition and malice. But Trunks defied all logic. His absurd and illogical power was not corrupted or tainted by evil. It was a pure force and, in a way, naive, which made it even more dangerous.
Looking out the window again, her thoughts returned to that painful memory of her youth, when she encountered another pure soul,
Pure and absolute evil.
The similarity of that experience to Trunks's presence was unsettling. Although the purity in Trunks's soul was of a completely unknown and captivating nature, the impact on her psyche was another story. It made her feel vulnerable and, therefore, enraged her.
Why, after so many years, did those memories have to return to her mind? Why did that guy appear just when things seemed to be going better in her life?
Serafall clenched her fists, trying to contain the wave of emotions overwhelming her. She couldn't afford to show weakness, especially not now. With a sigh, she tried to calm herself. She stood up and began to walk around the room, each step echoing in the silent space as she massaged her mind to clear her thoughts. The dim light in the room cast shadows that danced on the walls, reflecting the turmoil of her thoughts.
No one had been present in her head all these years, until now... that was another reason for her irrational fear against the young man who saved her sister.
"I can't let that guy make me lose control again," she said to herself. "I'm not going to give him that power."
However, Trunks's mere presence made her heart beat in a way she couldn't fully understand. It was a mixture of panic, fascination, greed, and something deeper, which she knew very well what it was but dared not to name.
"Obsession."
That feeling brought with it two forces pulling her in opposite directions, offering her no respite or unmatched rest.
On one hand, there was the desire to possess Trunks, a temptation that drew her to his pure and innocent essence like a magnet. Awakening in her a thirst for dominance, possession, selfishness, an urgency to claim him as hers and no one else's, to feed on him, revel in him, possess his radiant purity, to own his soul and body without caring in the slightest whether he was okay or not or if third parties were affected by that selfish decision, because that purity of the Saiyan had unleashed her darkest desires.
Not even the excessive affection she had for her sister could compare, one of her wet dreams being to have a sensual girl-girl number between the two of them. Sona was her world, her sweet and beloved sister, but she was also the object of many of her most intimate and forbidden desires. The bond they shared was deep and special, although Sona vehemently denied it. For Serafall, her sister was the most valuable thing she could have, but also the desire to experience her lesbian side in multiple forms.
However, the feelings that Trunks aroused in her eclipsed all that and more. There was no comparison. While the desires she harbored for her sister could be considered very immoral, those she felt towards Trunks bordered on depravity in its most primitive form.
On the other hand, there lurked fear and distrust, fueled by past traumas that tormented her mercilessly, like an echo of that dark time when pure evil incarnate was about to wipe out everything. The arrival of that being had marked a turning point in her life, leaving scars that had not yet fully healed.
She remembered that indiscriminate genocide, the despair, the loss, the pain of losing her own back then. For Serafall, Trunks represented a looming threat, a constant reminder of what happened in the past with the arrival of that being.
And so there was also the desire to want to kill him by any means necessary, to erase him from the face of the earth and thus eliminate any future threat that boy could represent. She wanted revenge, she desired it, she longed for it, that was one of those dark desires that Trunks had awakened in her and that slowly began to consume her from within.
The Maō shook her head, knowing she couldn't let herself be carried away by those feelings. Her internal struggle had begun, so she forced herself to focus on her duty as one of the rulers of the underworld and, above all, to maintain control over herself. She wouldn't allow that Trunks guy to affect her in that way. She decided that it was best to avoid all contact with him, aware that this unhealthy obsession had already taken root within her; she didn't want it to escalate into an even more deranged and sickening obsession. It was crucial to stay away from the subject in question, at least for the time being, until she could better understand what she was really feeling and confront her own inner demons.
But destiny sometimes screws up your plans.
"In a few days there will be a parents' meeting at the academy where my sister attends," Sirzechs explained, interrupting Serafall's thoughts. "Father has decided to meet the family of my sister's newest noble member, and also to meet you, of course..."
Sirzechs's words resonated in Serafall's mind with unprecedented force. Had Sirzechs just said such madness? Had Sirzechs completely lost his mind? The mere idea of that "extraterrestrial ape" being near her sister was unacceptable to her.
That obsession was once again taking over her thoughts as she tried to process the situation. She couldn't allow her sister to be exposed to such danger, and she would do everything in her power to prevent it. However, a part of her knew that confronting Sirzechs was not a trivial matter; it would compromise the safety of the underworld.
For a moment, Serafall felt torn. Her instinct urged her to open the door of her room and confront Sirzechs regardless of how things escalated, however, a sense of prudence stopped her intentions.
She was aware that Sirzechs would not take a direct objection lightly, especially if it was motivated by personal reasons, so triggering a battle against Sirzechs was not in her plans, nor was it the most sensible action. One, because a feud would quickly arise between the Sitri and Gremory clans, and two, because the subject in question would act immediately, something she couldn't afford under any circumstances.
On the other hand, listening to the conversation from a distance would give her time to plan her next move, so she decided to stay in her room, listening attentively to every word of the conversation, while her mind worked at full speed to devise a strategy that would allow her to protect her sister without compromising her position in the underworld or antagonizing Sirzechs.
"Is Dr. Abbader okay with that?"
"I mentioned it to him and he gave his approval, saying it could be therapeutic for you."
There was a silence after that sentence spoken by Sirzechs, one that apparently was caused by some discomfort and that was gradually becoming impatient for Serafall.
"YES, Trunks-dono, I knew what happened that time," the crimson Satan explained, to Serafall's interpretation, the Saiyan's silence was to demand explanations. "As you know, Dr. Abbader must report to me everything that happens in your recovery, both yours and Mai's, that was one of the agreed conditions so that your surveillance wouldn't be so strict while you were resting."
Remaining silent in her room, Serafall focused on listening to every word spoken, trying to discern clues or details that could give her a better understanding of what was happening.
"So he also told you about that time," Trunks responded, with a serious but calm expression. "I understand that the circumstances warranted it, but... I feel it was a bit invasive during that vulnerable time..."
Vulnerability. That word took on a strong meaning for Serafall. It was rare for someone like Trunks, with his immense power and stoicism, to consider himself vulnerable. This sparked a mixture of curiosity and potential opportunity in her.
What had happened during that mentioned period of time? What could have made Trunks, someone who had proven to be so formidable, feel exposed? The idea of finding a weakness in him that she could exploit to her advantage to have her longed-for desire was seductive.
"In that aspect, I understand your annoyance and beforehand I offer you my sincerest apologies," said the crimson Satan with empathy.
"I agree, but sometimes I feel like I'm under a microscope," Trunks commented honestly, briefly diverting his gaze before meeting the Crimson Satan's again. "It's not easy getting used to everything about me being so... transparent."
"I understand, I'll keep that in mind, if at any time I make you feel uncomfortable, don't hesitate to tell me."
Trunks nodded, grateful for Sirzechs's genuine concern. Although he still felt some discomfort about the situation, he felt reassured by the support of the Crimson Satan.
Trunks's words echoed in Serafall's mind, creating a sense of intrigue and caution. What did he mean by "that time"? What circumstances had Trunks experienced that warranted that conversation between him and Sirzechs? The conversation continued, and Serafall, attentive to their words, felt her curiosity driving her to keep listening, eager to obtain more information, for although she had promised herself not to have any contact with the subject in question, this was an opportunity she could not afford to miss for anything in the world.
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A few days had passed since the defeat of Kokabiel, and in that brief span, several significant events occurred. One of the most notable was the acquisition of a new piece for Rias Gremory's nobility: a new knight. The situation arose when Xenovia, upon learning of God's death, expressed that her life was "ruined." Devastated and seeking a new purpose, she quickly approached Rias with a clear request: she wanted to become part of her nobility. Rias, understanding the magnitude of this offer, gladly accepted. Having the bearer of one of the most powerful sacred swords existing as one of her servants was an opportunity she could not pass up.
For her part, Xenovia found in her new role a way to rebuild her life and find a new objective. For Rias and her group, the incorporation of Xenovia meant not only an increase in power and combat abilities but also the addition of an ally with deep knowledge of the Church's fighting style. Thus, the team not only strengthened but also gained a new dynamic, as Xenovia's presence brought a fresh perspective, although it also brought some embarrassing situations for the brown-haired boy.
Xenovia was attentive to all the attention Rias gave her servants. However, it seemed that Issei had a more preferential treatment among them, which none of the others seemed to mind. In fact, there was competition. Asia put in her efforts to have more contact with the brown-haired boy and not lose to Rias in terms of receiving his affection. Issei knew he shouldn't get romantically involved with someone living under the same roof, but he reflected on how relationships abroad were more liberal and not as strict as in Japan.
Xenovia, having dedicated her entire life to the service of the Church, didn't understand much about these complex relationships. However, she recalled two Bible verses that, according to her interpretation, bore similarity to Issei's interactions with both Rias and Asia.
Psalm 127:3-5:
"Children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their opponents in court."
Genesis 1:28:
"And God blessed them. And God said to them, Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth."
"Having children," she reflected, remembering those verses in detail. "Yes, I suppose that should be my new goal."
She couldn't stop thinking about it as she finished adjusting her sensual green bikini. It was a hot day, and they had the school pool to themselves for the Occult Research Club; no one else would be there. Taking advantage of Rias and Akeno being occupied with their childish squabble, for a moment, Xenovia thought she should go to the boys' changing room and ask Issei to have children with her, even if she had to use more forceful methods to "convince" him. After all, having children with one of the Heavenly Dragons' hosts would give her descendants a good lineage, but then she thought better of it.
There was another male more interesting, a much more promising prospect.
"Brief Trunks…" she murmured to herself, feeling a growing interest in the warrior.
The guy was exceptionally powerful; with a single move, he took down one of the most powerful cadres, demonstrating a prowess that left everyone stunned. The most surprising thing was his absolute mastery over Durandal, the legendary sword that sometimes showed rebellion even against her, despite her skill in wielding it. However, before Trunks, the sword submitted immediately and without apparent resistance. This fact not only impressed Xenovia but also sparked an insatiable curiosity about the enigmatic warrior and his unreal power.
Xenovia's mind wandered between the memories of that encounter and the future she envisioned for herself and her lineage. Could she one day have children who inherited even a fraction of that extraordinary power that Trunks radiated? The idea was tempting and exciting. She imagined her children growing up with that same strength and ability, capable of facing any challenge with the same bravery and determination as the warrior who had impressed her so much. This ambition became a new goal for Xenovia, a goal she was determined to achieve, no matter what obstacles stood in her way.
Xenovia lowered her gaze, thoughtful, as the sun's rays reflected on the surface of the pool. The image of Trunks formed in her mind. Since his arrival, he had demonstrated not only impressive strength but also a nobility and a sense of duty that attracted her powerfully. There was something in him that resonated with her own desire to find a new purpose, something that went beyond the simple quest for power or glory.
"It has to be him," she murmured to herself, feeling a growing interest in the warrior. "I will be the one to bear his children."
After all, it was an unbreakable rule of nature: females seek males who possess desirable genetic traits and demonstrate the ability to contribute good genetics to their offspring. So she decided to dismiss the Sekiryuutei, not just because of the promise Trunks represented, but also because she wouldn't have to compete with so many women.
Once her bikini was adjusted, Xenovia headed toward the pool. The sun shone high, illuminating the landscape with its warm glow and creating an atmosphere of tranquility and serenity. Xenovia took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the day flowing around her. As she observed the scene, she noticed that Rias and Akeno were still wildly casting spells at each other, while Kiba focused on breaking his swimming record, oblivious to all the commotion. She then decided to head to one of the beach chairs near the changing rooms, pulled out some sunglasses from who knows where, and prepared to get a good tan before swimming for a while.
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It was past 8 PM, and most students were about to go to bed, aware that the next day awaited them with a heavy schedule of classes in the exhausting Japanese educational system (2). However, there was someone who broke that rule. Issei Hyōdō was riding his bicycle through the streets, oblivious to the fact that he should be sleeping to get up early the next day, as he had been summoned by his latest client and had to fulfill his duties as a demon, even if it meant working late into the night to his misfortune.
"Hey, Akuma-kun, as punctual as always," said the person who had summoned him with a jocular tone. "Sorry for bothering you today as well."
Noticing the mysterious client greeting him, Issei let out a slight sigh. He found himself facing a man with dark hair but with striking blonde streaks. His appearance was that of a bad boy, with an expression that denoted a certain haughtiness and self-confidence. He looked about 20 years old, although his intense gaze suggested a maturity beyond his age.
The most intriguing thing was his attire: despite having all the characteristics of a foreigner, he was wearing a traditional Japanese yukata. The light fabric and elegant patterns were appropriate for the hot season, but the combination with his Western appearance created a fascinating contrast. Issei couldn't help but wonder about the story behind this choice of clothing as he prepared to listen to his mysterious client's instructions.
Issei looked at the man in front of him and couldn't help but notice the attractiveness of his features, which in some aspects even rivaled Kiba's. However, the atmosphere surrounding the man was completely different. Issei imagined that girls who liked bad boys would fall in love with him at first sight. Despite being summoned by this person every day, Issei felt intrigued by the aura of mystery that enveloped him. It was as if there was more beneath the surface of this man than met the eye, and Issei couldn't help but wonder what secrets he hid behind that façade.
At that moment, Issei found himself in the man's room inside his luxurious mansion. Strangely, it seemed the man liked him, though Issei couldn't understand why. Despite never having grand requests, he called him daily to ask for his help with various activities. The previous day, he asked him to go fishing with him, and the day before that, he requested that he accompany him shopping at a mall.
These peculiar series of requests puzzled Issei. He couldn't help but wonder why this man, who seemingly had all the resources at his disposal, required his presence to perform such simple tasks, questioning whether these small requests were really enough to warrant the help of a demon. But he remembered that this was one of the main activities of demons.
Fulfilling contracts.
And that was his duty as a demon of the Gremory clan. Rias had made it clear to him beforehand: any failure would be grounds for punishment. Furthermore, to achieve his goal of becoming the Harem King, he would have to learn to balance this strict duty with his own desires and aspirations.
"No problem, that's what we're here for," said the brunette, dismissing the client's comment. "How can I help you this time?"
"Well, Akuma-kun, I bought a racing game this afternoon and I'm alone with no opponent," said the man as he pulled the said video game out of his yukata. "Would you play with me?"
Issei sighed internally. Another request of that kind.
"Sure, why not?" responded the brunette with a forced smile, ready to comply with his mysterious client's request once again.
This man, despite being a recurring client, always paid more than what he demanded. It all started with an old painting of Paris from the 20th century, presumed lost, called "View of Auvers." In the human world, a huge reward was offered to anyone who found it. The surprise was enormous when Rias discovered that the painting this man had acquired was the authentic one and not a cheap imitation as was believed. The revelation of the painting's authenticity further increased the mystery around this enigmatic client and urged her beloved pawn to keep responding to his requests no matter how simple and absurd they might be.
He then paid with invaluable jewels, and later with gold bars. Even Rias and the other clan members were astonished by the mysterious client's generosity. Thanks to him, Issei realized that his own value as a demon was increasing, and every task he completed for this mysterious man seemed to bring him a little closer to his ambitions of becoming the Harem King.
Although the client aroused suspicion in Issei, he showed gratitude for his generosity. Determined to handle the situation with as much kindness as he could muster, he watched as the client set up the game on his PlayStation 5 alongside an impressive 70-inch HD screen. Issei wondered what kind of job he had to acquire such luxuries. It wasn't far-fetched to think this man might have connections to the mafia, given his apparent opulence and the aura of mystery surrounding him. However, Issei knew he shouldn't let himself be carried away by speculations without concrete evidence.
"All right, I've set up the game. It's great to have several things to spend time on here in Japan," said the man, offering him the controller. "As you can see, I'm not very good at these things, you'll have to be a bit patient with me."
"It's no big deal," responded Issei, admiring the game the client had bought. "You just have to make your competitors crash, and the more exaggerated and illogical the "takedown" is, the more points you get. Oh, and of course, you have to reach the first place in the race."
"I see," said the man while stroking his beard. "I didn't think it would be easy."
The game had begun, and although Issei started with an overwhelming lead, he soon realized that his opponent was slowly catching up. With skill and dexterity, the rival managed to make him crash into a car, executing one of the most difficult takedowns.
"Does that count as a takedown?" said the man with a mocking tone, causing a vein to pop on Issei's forehead in annoyance.
"How could he do such a thing?!" exclaimed Issei, realizing he was being outdone. "He's cheating, I'm sure of it!"
The man flashed a sarcastic smile.
"Sorry, as you said, you had to make someone crash to earn points…"
Issei growled a little, a sign of his growing frustration, as he repeatedly pressed the controller to start from the point where the client had previously made him crash. The man watched Issei's reaction with amusement, savoring the moment and relishing his small, temporary victory.
"You'll pay for this!"
Just as Issei was about to crash into the client, the latter skillfully moved his joystick, dodging Issei's attack with an agile and precise maneuver. In one fluid motion, the client reached the finish line before Issei could even react. A tense silence filled the room as Issei stared at the screen in disbelief.
"Oh! Your fighting spirit seems to be increasing. Do you want to race again, Akuma-kun... or should I say Sekiryuutei?"
Issei was shocked to hear those words. What had this man said? How did he know that? Could it be that he wasn't human?
"Huh?" murmured Issei, his heart racing.
The words that came from the man's mouth sent a chill down his spine.
"Who are you?" asked Issei with a trembling voice.
The man simply smiled enigmatically and revealed his identity while the screen replayed the client's victory. With a fluid gesture, he stood up, and at that moment, six pairs of black wings majestically unfolded behind him, creating an aura of mystery and power around him. Surprise and amazement filled the room as Issei, stunned, witnessed the revelation of his true identity.
"Azazel, the leader of the Fallen Angels. Pleased to meet you, Red Dragon Emperor, Hyōdō Issei."
At that moment, a wave of fear swept over Issei as he realized the magnitude of the danger posed by having the leader of the Fallen Angels in front of him. The imposing presence of the individual resonated in the room, instilling an air of latent danger that made Issei feel vulnerable and defenseless. With every movement of the leader of the Fallen Angels, Issei could perceive the power emanating from him, reminding him of the constant threat his presence posed to the human world.
"You can relax, Sekiryuutei-kun," Azazel responded in a calm tone. "As I mentioned, I just want to play this game I bought with someone and, of course, find out a few things."
Although Azazel tried to convey tranquility with his words, Issei couldn't help but feel a shiver running down his spine. The imposing presence of the leader of the Fallen Angels was still overwhelming, and every word Azazel spoke only increased the sense of danger surrounding him. Despite his efforts to maintain his composure, Issei felt completely vulnerable in the situation, aware that any misstep could have catastrophic consequences.
"Speak up," exclaimed Issei, his patience wearing thin. "What do you want?"
Issei's voice trembled slightly, reflecting the anxiety he felt in the face of Azazel's imposing presence. Every word spoken by the leader of the Fallen Angels increased the tension in the room, enveloping Issei in an aura of uncertainty and fear.
"I heard about the incident you had at your little school with one of my problematic generals," Azazel declared calmly, keeping his eyes fixed on Issei as if he could read his thoughts.
Azazel's words echoed in Issei's mind like a threatening echo. The mention of the incident with Kokabiel, the general of the Fallen Angels, caused a knot in Issei's stomach. He vividly remembered the epic battle they had fought at the school, a desperate struggle to protect his loved ones and maintain peace in his world.
"SO, YOU SENT KOKABIEL?!" exclaimed Issei, his voice filled with anger.
Azazel simply shrugged indifferently, as if Issei's accusations were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
"Of course not," he responded calmly. "Kokabiel acted on his own. I had nothing to do with it."
Although Azazel seemed to be telling the truth, Issei couldn't help but feel a pang of distrust and suspect that the cadre was simply trying to deceive him. He suspected that the leader of the Fallen Angels was a master of manipulation and strategy and wouldn't put it past him to orchestrate events from the shadows.
"But what concerns me is not what happened," Azazel continued, his tone taking a more serious turn. "It's how it ended."
Issei understood what he meant. The battle against Kokabiel had been intense and challenging; they were about to perish if not for the help of a mysterious young man who dispatched that miserable being. Wait, is that what Azazel seeks to know?
"I don't understand what you're talking about," the boy responded, pretending to be ignorant of the situation.
"Are you sure?" responded the cadre, maintaining that playful tone.
Issei felt a chill run down his spine at Azazel's words. There was something in his tone that suggested he knew more than he was willing to admit. The sense of danger increased, and Issei braced himself for whatever Azazel had planned.
"Maybe this will refresh your memory."
Issei watched the screen intently, his face remaining impassive, but his eyes reflected a mixture of intrigue and worry. Azazel, on the other hand, was absorbed in the fight, occasionally glancing at the young man's reactions, analyzing every detail of his expressions with a sharp and focused gaze.
Silence had taken over the room as the fight between Trunks and Kokabiel unfolded on the screen with all its intensity, each blow, each movement captured with impressive clarity.
Issei knew what the cadre was getting at. The images on the screen only confirmed what he had witnessed with his friends. He had to admit that there was something strange about that mysterious young man who had saved them a few nights ago. The way he defeated Hakuryuukō caused him fear, and the way he finished off Kokabiel without hesitation was more than he could process.
Although he tried to maintain his composure, Issei felt the worry growing inside him. What did all this mean? Did Azazel intend to extract information about that young man from him, or what was he really after?
When the recording ended, the tense atmosphere in the room became palpable. Azazel turned to Issei with a serious expression.
"I was hoping you could help me understand a bit of this if it's within your power," Azazel asked, his tone firm but calm.
Issei remained silent, keeping his lips pressed into a thin line. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking defiantly at the cadre.
"I have nothing to say," he finally replied, his voice firm and determined.
Azazel frowned slightly, his penetrating gaze fixed on Issei.
"Nothing to say?" Azazel repeated, his tone now more insistent. "You see, this young man probably helped prevent this from escalating into a major confrontation and sparking a war. Don't get me wrong; I don't seek war either, but it's necessary to know who this unexpected visitor is."
Issei, with a mix of curiosity and skepticism, broke the silence with a direct question to Azazel.
"Why do you think I have information about this guy?" Issei inquired, his tone filled with incredulity but also intrigue.
Azazel, without losing his composure, crossed his arms over his chest and gave Issei a penetrating look, evaluating him carefully before responding.
"Come on, Hyōdō Issei, you're more astute than you appear," Azazel began, his tone calm but loaded with meaning. "You witnessed everything firsthand; you were on the front lines, as you can see."
Issei frowned at Azazel's response, his mind working to process the information. He couldn't deny that he had been involved in complicated situations in the past, but that didn't necessarily mean he had information about every mysterious individual who crossed his path.
"Let's say I have information about this guy," Issei said, his tone cautious but firm. "Why should I give it to you, specifically?"
Issei's question filled the atmosphere with palpable tension. Azazel, keeping his gaze fixed on Issei, seemed to evaluate every word and gesture of the young man. With a serene but penetrating expression, he replied:
"Because you know as well as I do that there are certain matters beyond what you can handle on your own. We don't know if this young man could be a threat not only to us but also to other factions. I imagine what you seek is the well-being of your faction, am I wrong?"
Issei frowned, his eyebrows arched in an expression of doubt and distrust. Azazel's words resonated in his mind but did not completely dispel his reservations. Before him stood the leader of the Fallen Angels, aware of his cunning machinations and his ability to manipulate situations in his favor. Despite the apparent sincerity in his tone, Issei couldn't help but wonder how much truth there was in his words and what Azazel was really planning.
"That's ridiculous," Issei said incredulously. "You just want to handle things to your advantage."
The cadre let out a light chuckle.
"My interests are different; that's all I'll say," Azazel responded without losing that smile that was beginning to exasperate Issei. "But what I can assure you is that every leader looks out for the well-being of their faction."
Issei contemplated Azazel's words, reflecting on what they meant for him and for everyone's future. He knew he couldn't make this decision lightly, but he also knew he had to act with determination and courage if he wanted to protect those he loved and face the threats that lay ahead.
"And all I can assure you is that I don't intend to trust anything you say."
Azazel raised an eyebrow at Issei's response, a cynical smile forming on his lips.
"It's a shame you're not willing to cooperate," Azazel said, shrugging as if it didn't matter to him in the slightest. "But I suppose you have your own interests too.
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In a remote corner of the cosmos, there was a planet that defied all known logic. At first glance, it seemed like a gigantic ball composed of a mishmash of Lego figures, all arranged in a chaotic and colorful manner, and this sphere was inside a wooden box, as if someone had decided to keep it as a toy. Despite its absurd appearance, the most surprising detail was that this planet was inhabited by one of the most important beings in Universe 7.
Anyone who saw it would think that the author of the original story or at least the one in charge of drawing had a rather bizarre sense of humor, or simply was too lazy to imagine a more detailed planet. But there was no time to waste with those minor details.
There was an important issue concerning this place.
In a beautiful garden, bathed in the faint red light of the star (3) whose planet of such peculiar description orbited, a considerable-sized sphere began to descend slowly from above. Its polished surface reflected the vibrant colors of the surrounding flowers, adding a magical glow to the landscape.
On the surface of the sphere, the letters forming the distinctive legend "Capsule Corp" were engraved.
A being with a huge head and a horrendous hairstyle in the style of the samurais of the Sengoku period (4) observed from a distance what was happening. He closed his eyes calmly, as if he had been waiting for the arrival of those visitors. His omniscience allowed him to know immediately who they were.
The huge being sighed resignedly upon recognizing the elderly woman who emerged from the spacecraft's hatch. It was difficult to forget that hysterical woman with blue hair, whose breasts once measured 87 centimeters in her youth but had decreased in size over time. Despite the years that had passed, her presence remained unmistakable and brought with it a series of memories that the being would prefer to forget.
What surprised him was that, despite the time that had passed since their last encounter, the woman seemed to look a bit younger. However, thanks to his omniscience, he understood the reason behind this change.
Next to that woman walked a man whose hairstyle defied the laws of gravity. He wore armor that resonated with the past glory of a now extinct race, once feared and conquering, reminiscent of the battle suits of the Saiyans, and judging by both their expressions, it seemed they were willing to go to great lengths to get whatever they had come to seek.
The huge being remained silent as he watched his assistants quickly leave the palace to find out who the visitors were.
"Welcome to the palace of the great Zuno, please tell us could you tell us your..."
The assistants quickly swallowed upon recognizing the woman who had arrived at the palace some time ago. Her reputation preceded her presence, and the expression on her face left no room for doubt: she was not in the mood for nonsense.
"I want an audience with Zuno right now!" she demanded unabashedly.
The assistants looked at each other, indecisive about what to do. Before they could respond, Vegeta manifested his ki in an intimidating manner, causing the cherry trees in the palace garden to crack under pressure and the palace of the great Zuno to tremble slightly.
"Didn't you hear what she asked?" Vegeta roared authoritatively. "Do you need me to repeat it?"
The assistants, feeling the powerful energy radiating from Vegeta, nodded quickly with nervous gestures.
"O-of course. We will immediately inform the Great Zuno that you are requesting his presence," one of the assistants stammered, trying to maintain composure under Vegeta's intimidating gaze.
Without further ado, the assistants hurried inside the palace to fulfill the woman's demand and request an audience with Zuno.
Vegeta, with his arms crossed over his chest and a look of disdain, watched as the assistants left. His aura continued to permeate the atmosphere with an imposing presence, making it clear that he was not willing to tolerate delays.
After a few minutes of waiting, the assistants of Great Zuno appeared again and led the couple into the palace. With trembling voices, they asked them to wait a little longer. Anticipation filled the air as they waited. Finally, the huge being appeared, sitting in some kind of Chinese pot, observing the guests with apparent indifference. However, inside, he was a bundle of nerves; pearl drops of sweat ran down the neck of the omniscient being.
"Ahem... Nice to meet you, I am Zuno, the one who has all the answers to..."
"Save the cheap introduction!" Vegeta's voice resonated in the air, interrupting Zuno in the middle of his own introduction. "My wife has matters she wants to discuss with you."
Great Zuno was momentarily stunned by Vegeta's abrupt interruption, his huge eyes blinked in surprise. However, he soon regained his composure and nodded with a serene gesture.
"Of course, I will be happy to address any inquiries you may have," he replied calmly, although his voice trembled slightly under the pressure of the moment.
The woman, whose face reflected impatience and anger, stepped forward towards Great Zuno with firm steps.
"Unlike the last time I came here, this time I only have one question to ask you," Bulma quickly spoke up, stepping forward to face Great Zuno directly. "And let me warn you in advance, I'm not going to give you a stupid "tribute" Do you understand?"
The assistant, despite his nervousness, tried to remember the protocol in the midst of Vegeta's intimidating presence.
"B-but the protocol indicates that..." he stammered, but once again was interrupted by a sudden tremor.
The ground shook under the pressure of Vegeta's ki, causing the assistant to momentarily lose his balance. Vases and ornaments in the room vibrated and broke with the power of the Saiyan prince, creating a tense and expectant atmosphere.
Great Zuno watched the scene with growing nervousness, aware that he could not allow the situation to spiral out of control. He breathed deeply, trying to calm his nerves as he prepared to give an answer that would satisfy Bulma and Vegeta without compromising his own integrity.
"You can consider as payment the questions that you did not answer the last time I came. I imagine you won't have any problems with that, right?" she said with a smile, gesturing to Vegeta with one hand to moderate his power.
Vegeta, although still showing an expression of disdain, understood Bulma's signal and gradually lowered his ki, ceasing to exert pressure on Great Zuno's palace. Despite this, his gaze remained penetrating and focused on Great Zuno.
Great Zuno, still intimidated by the presence of those visitors, tried to remember the terms of the agreement when she had come with Yako months ago.
"B-but you clearly were told that you had the right to three questions and they were promptly answered," Great Zuno stammered, trying to maintain composure in the face of Bulma's insistence.
However, Bulma remembered very well what had happened and growled to herself.
"You used your tricks and your schemes to deceive me, but you won't do it this time," Bulma declared firmly. "I want clear and precise answers, and I want them now!"
The Great Zuno, feeling pressured by Bulma's firm character and Vegeta's penetrating gaze, wavered slightly in his seat. Despite being an omniscient being, he felt uncomfortable under the intense pressure of the couple.
"But you asked your respective three questions..." Great Zuno began, searching for a way to deal with the situation.
However, before he could finish his sentence, Vegeta intervened authoritatively.
"We've wasted enough time. Do as you're asked and answer my wife's question already!" ordered Vegeta, his ki emanating a palpable pressure in the air.
Great Zuno sighed, aware that there was no way to escape the situation. He remembered Zamasu's assault on his palace in search of the Super Dragon Balls, an event that had left him scarred. He knew he had to proceed cautiously and answer Bulma's questions without causing further conflicts. Once that pair left his palace, he would report what had happened to the Supreme Kai, so he decided to play along.
What he didn't know was that the Supreme Kai agreed with that and wouldn't take any action regardless of how many complaints Great Zuno made.
"Alright... You may ask your question," said Great Zuno with a serene voice, trying to hide his discomfort under an appearance of calmness.
Bulma took a moment to organize her thoughts, despite the tumultuous memories that threatened to distract her. She breathed softly, trying to push away those thoughts to stay focused before addressing Great Zuno again. With determination in her gaze, she was ready to ask her simple but important question, aware at all times of the importance of every word she was about to utter.
"I want you to tell me where my son is."
"And before you answer," Vegeta warned, anticipating any trickery Great Zuno might attempt, "don't try to be clever by saying he's currently studying with his personal tutor. You know exactly who we're referring to."
Great Zuno nervously swallowed, feeling tempted to manipulate the answer to make it sound like convincent just to get rid of them as quickly as possible. However, the determined expression on Bulma and Vegeta's faces clearly indicated that they would not tolerate any trickery, and that any attempt at deception would cost him dearly.
Despite his discomfort, Great Zuno knew he had no choice but to be completely honest in his response and avoid giving vague or ambiguous answers.
"Well?" demanded Bulma impatiently.
"WHERE IS MY SON?!"
End of the chapter.
Clarifications:
1.- As an example, look at Zeno-sama. The kid is the embodiment of innocence and purity, yet what does he do? He destroys planets as if it were a game and erases entire universes with a snap of his fingers. Another clear example is Majin Buu in his fat form. In his innocence, he came to believe that it was fun to kill humans because others told him so, and he stopped doing it because Mr. Satan (a being he sympathized with) told him it was wrong. Beings like this are dangerous because of how easily they can be manipulated, at least that's the concept Serafall has about Trunks.
2.- The Japanese educational system imposes an exhausting routine on students that begins from the early hours of the morning. Many students wake up before dawn to prepare for the school day. In some urban areas, trains and buses are crowded with uniformed youths, still sleepy, as they head to school.
A school day in Japan on average tends to be long and demanding. After regular classes, many students participate in extracurricular activities such as sports clubs, music classes, or artistic activities, which extend into the night. Some even attend night study academies to prepare for university entrance exams.
3.- The manga does not describe what type of star orbited Zuno's planet, but based on the manga illustrations, I concluded that the system is very small and there is an absurd amount of small red stars around which many planets orbit.
4.- The Sengoku Period, spanning from the late 15th century to the late 16th century with the Edo era, was a time of conflict and civil war among various feudal lords and samurai clans for control of the country. This period was characterized by political instability, territorial struggles, and the rise of ambitious military leaders.
During the Sengoku Period, Japan experienced an intensification of warfare and violence. Feudal lords, known as daimyōs, fought to expand their domains and increase their power and influence. These struggles took place both on the battlefield and in the political arena, with shifting alliances and frequent betrayals.
Constant conflict and competition for power led to the development of new military strategies and combat tactics. Samurai became central figures in Japanese society, playing a crucial role in politics and warfare.
Zuno's hairstyle is similar to that of samurai from that era, known as chonmage (I know, that's the phrase used to summon the Super Dragon Balls dragon, it's really a terrible joke). It was not only practical for samurai, as it kept hair out of the face during combat, but it was also a symbol of their status and position in feudal Japanese society. The style of chonmage could vary slightly depending on the region and the samurai's affiliation, and it was often considered a sign of distinction and honor.
