Hello everbody!
again several days without updating I'm sorry about that, but I had humidity in my house and thanks to the mold product, I got sick of an intense flu that lasted for weeks, now I understood why I also got sick of my eyes, so I used this time to get rid of the mold and recover from the disease, to be born with asthma is a shit and I do not wish it to anyone, because even a slight flu can affect you too much. without anything else to add let's go to the section of answers to reviews.
Grabiel987: Error, los perdió al renunciar ser aprendiz de kaio-shin.
Guest: Consider it done, my friend!
CRUDEN: Thanks
Insane Wombat: I didn't want to make the scene brutal; I wanted Serafall to get what she deserved without resorting to violence.
winterwolf23543: You are absolutely right, Issei's power will grow to brutal levels.
Dimiel: Welcome again! Actually, after the meeting of the biblical factions, I'll focus on Norse mythology until Ragnarok, with a few detours to the human world. I won't say more; in fact, I think I might have given away too much, but oh well, just minor details. I'm glad you liked the chapter! I'll catch up with your fics and leave my comments accordingly.
Danish78: Thank you for your comments! Well, technically, this is the Christmas gift. I'm glad you liked the previous chapter and that the direction I'm taking for Ragnarok seems interesting to you. I want to give the story a unique twist, and exploring the end of the world from a different perspective definitely helps break away from the canonical plot.
Regarding Serafall and Trunks, I understand your point, but I didn't want to make the scene violent or show Trunks as someone who just beats everyone indiscriminately. The character would never abuse his power, and that's something I want to honor. But in my defense, I can say that everything is going to spiral out of control!
As for Trunks training Issei, you're right that he doesn't have much experience with Sacred Gears, but the idea is that Trunks can help Issei control his psyche and improve his mental focus. Plus, I plan to use the same technique that Vali uses for his Juggernaut drive, but instead of immense magic, Trunks will focus on making his ki grow to high levels so that Issei can use his ki as a catalyst. Pretty clever, right?
Thank you for your kind wishes. Happy holidays to you too!
Some1call4MR-E: Hello, brother, you never fail, as always. Regarding Serafall's conflict with Trunks, as I told Sanish, things are going to spiral out of control in the next chapter, hehe.
As for Rias and Sona, you're right that their leadership approaches clash, even though both have good intentions. It's something I'm exploring in the story, as their differences add a lot of dynamics to the plot. But don't forget, they are both friends and rivals at the same time.
Regarding Rias's memory, it's a delicate topic. As you said, erasing memories is not always the solution, and what one tries to erase can be deeply engraved. It's something Rias will have to learn to manage, especially with her impulsive tendencies.
And about the mistake with the pieces, good observation! Sometimes, even the smallest details can make a difference. It's something I'll correct in the future, thanks for pointing it out. I'll reread and fix it.
Happy holidays, and I hope you continue enjoying the story!
Christmas special.- Christmas Eve in Kouh.
Trunks walked through the streets of the city center, his gaze fixed on the towering skyscrapers before him. The modernity and the care with which the buildings were maintained left him impressed. He marveled at how the city was filled with vibrant colors and how the people seemed full of energy. Some passed by without paying him any attention, while others smiled at him kindly. However, Trunks couldn't help but notice that those who greeted him with a smile did so from business stalls, convenience stores, or even some young girls promoting the offers of the bar or restaurant they worked at. A basic rule of commerce: be friendly to attract customers.
Still, he appreciated the gesture.
He didn't realize how much time had passed. The sun had begun to set, and the city lights started to shine more brightly, enveloping the streets in a warm glow. The young warrior kept walking, completely absorbed in his surroundings, unaware of how the day was fading around him.
Since he was a child, he had never had the luxury of contemplating such wonders. Instead, from an early age, he had witnessed the grim sight of crumbling ruins, remnants of a civilization destined for great achievements. Rubble, consumed by the chaos and destruction brought by beings from the abyss, who had wiped out everything that was once promising.
The future warrior stopped in front of a store decorated with a wide variety of colorful ornaments. In the display window, there were reindeer figures, twinkling lights that gave the impression of a starry sky, and snowmen that seemed to come to life with the soft glow of the lights. Something that was far too alien to his customs, but no less fascinating.
But among all these objects, there was one that particularly caught his attention.
At the center of the window sat a chubby man with a huge white beard, wearing a completely red suit and hat, carrying a large sack on his back. He was perched on a flying sleigh, being pulled by a group of reindeer. But what caught Trunks' attention the most was one of the reindeer in particular. Its nose glowed with a red light, as if it were being used as a lamp to illuminate the path in the darkness.
"Who is this?" Trunks thought, furrowing his brow as he closely observed the figure, realizing it was part of the decorations on the nearby buildings "Could this be some kind of hero or someone important in this city?"
The passersby stared at him as if he had lost his mind, but as expected, Trunks was absorbed in looking at the figure, remaining oblivious to the curious glances. Suddenly, he felt a small tug on his jacket. When he turned around, he found a little girl with blonde hair, bright eyes, and a smile that radiated innocence and sweetness. She was offering him a candy cane, with the characteristic white and red stripes spiraling around it, all neatly arranged in a small basket hanging from her arm.
"For me?" Trunks asked, somewhat surprised, looking at the sweet she was offering. The girl nodded with a gentle smile, and he, a bit embarrassed by the unexpected kindness, accepted it. "T-thank you."
The girl gave a small bow before continuing on her way with a light step. Trunks watched her walk away, noticing an adult figure waiting for her in the distance. He looked at the candy cane in his hand, and a warm feeling began to fill his chest, as if a small ray of light had touched his heart, leaving him with an unexpected sense of peace and joy.
In the distance, Trunks noticed a commotion on one of the nearby streets. A crowd of people was gathering, moving quickly toward that direction, and curiosity urged him to follow them. Genuinely interested in discovering what was happening, he decided to join the crowd. He observed how the crowd quickly formed, and that was enough to intensify his interest.
Wanting to make sure he didn't miss anything, he quickened his pace before more people arrived and he could see more closely what was causing the noise. However, distracted by the growing crowd, he didn't realize he had bumped into someone.
He stopped for a moment, recognizing the person in question.
When their eyes met, Trunks noticed it was Sona, the student council president. A slight blush appeared on his face as he realized he had accidentally bumped into her.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't see you," he said apologetically, extending a hand to help her up. At the same time, he handed her back her glasses. "I didn't think there were more alleys and..."
Dr. Abbader's daughter showed no signs of irritation. She knew that in crowded places, it was common for people to be careless, so it wasn't worth getting upset over something so trivial. However, when she identified his voice, she adjusted her glasses to get a better view. Upon seeing him clearly, she couldn't help but be surprised by the unexpected encounter.
It was that guy again. What was he doing in a place like this? Without thinking too much, Sona realized it was a golden opportunity to learn more about him, and she wasn't going to let it slip away.
"It wasn't serious, I'm fine," Sona responded calmly, while adjusting her school uniform. "So, I see you again. What a coincidence." A hint of sarcasm crept into her voice.
"It's surprising for me too," Trunks mentioned. "I thought you were at school..."
Trunks noticed something was off, and upon looking more closely, he realized the sun had already set. Night was about to make its appearance, tinting the sky with dark hues.
"Looks like you're a bit absent-minded," commented Dr. Abbader's younger daughter, with a slight smile on her face. "By the way, I couldn't help but notice that you seemed a bit interested in my territory," the young heiress said with suspicion.
Trunks took his time to respond.
"Actually, Odin-sama suggested that I observe the human world on my own. He said there was a lot for me to learn, and that I should do it here," Trunks said with complete sincerity, but genuinely interested in observing the majestic city. "He said self-learning was essential for me, and if I was interested, it was a path I should take on my own."
The word "world" caught the attention of the young heiress, especially since she had learned that he was familiar with the Nordic faction. She smiled to herself; she was getting valuable information without much effort. Trunks, it seemed, was the type of person who opened up easily when he felt comfortable with those around him, and she had noticed that the relationship between them, though brief, very, very brief, already had a sense of familiarity.
She was facing a golden opportunity. This time, she could discover more about Trunks' true identity, something she had been determined to find out since that day (1). Every word he spoke seemed to offer her another clue, another piece that could unravel more of his identity and where he might come from.
"I see, I suppose then that you intend to learn about our customs and way of life," Sona commented, adjusting her glasses with a slight smile. "Although it seems to me that going from place to place without a plan is not the smartest thing."
"Certainly, I didn't think about that," admitted Trunks, somewhat embarrassed, scratching the back of his neck. "I was about to ask Rías to show me the city, but it seems she had things to do."
Upon mentioning Rías, Sona raised an eyebrow with suspicion, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by the future warrior. However, he chose not to comment on it. Instead, his gaze shifted to the Christmas decorations adorning the streets.
The shine of the lights, the reindeer decorating the windows, and the trees perfectly adorned with care caught Trunks' attention. The scene was beautiful, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat lost amidst all of it.
"I've seen this kind of decoration before, but I don't know what it's celebrating," said Trunks, looking curiously at the decorations. "Is it some extraordinary day or something like that?"
Sona looked at him seriously, expecting to hear some nonsense, but not something like this. The young Saiyan continued to surprise her at this point. She took her time to respond.
"This is strange, it seems he doesn't know about Christmas," thought the daughter of Doctor Abbader, as she observed him closely. A slight expression of surprise crossed her face, but she quickly became lost in her thoughts. "He sounds like someone who came from another dimension or a different plane. Could he come from that area? No... that would be too far-fetched, implausible, but..."
It didn't make sense to dwell on the matter for now. The dimensional rift was still an underexplored area, and it was said that those who had tried to enter it had died irreparably. Still, the possibility that this young man came from there began to take root in her mind, something she couldn't ignore just like that.
"How much do you know about Christianity?" Sona asked, wanting to assess the reaction and the answer the future warrior would give. "I suppose my father or Sirzechs-sama must have explained something about it to you."
Trunks furrowed his brow, somewhat confused by the question. It wasn't something he had considered before, and neither Sirzechs nor Doctor Abbader had provided many details about it. He assumed it was because it wasn't part of their customs.
"The truth is, I don't know much about it," he responded, thinking as he tried to recall what little they had explained to him. "Your father told me it was a religion with many followers around the world. But I don't understand what that has to do with anything."
"That explains it," thought Sitri thoughtfully as she rested her chin in a pensive gesture. "I've finished my pending tasks, I suppose I can take the time to catch you up."
She had never expected to do such a thing. Sona was someone incredibly busy, a demon of her class who dedicated herself completely to her role and responsibilities. Her life revolved around self-improvement, always striving to be better each day, whether in her studies, her skills, or her position within the demon hierarchy. For her, free time was almost nonexistent, a luxury she could not afford under any circumstances. The idea of using that time for something as trivial as leisure seemed almost unbelievable to her. Hanging out with friends, and even less with boys, felt completely pointless, a waste of time, a distraction that contributed nothing to her goals or growth. In her mind, those activities were useless and unproductive, just things that diverted attention from what was truly important...
Her duty, her ambitions, her progress, and the recognition of her clan.
But this situation was atypical. A unique opportunity.
The young man before her was not an ordinary person, far from common. Trunks already had a deep connection with the underworld, something that had become clear when he went to save them from Kokabiel at his father's request, defeated that cadre with overwhelming ease, and that was not something anyone could do. Moreover, he seemed to have a close relationship with the Maōs, or at least that was the impression she got when interacting with Sirzechs and his sister. And most surprisingly, he had the privilege of having earned the favor of one of the most renowned and important factions, which only added to the mystery surrounding him. All of this made it impossible for Sona to avoid feeling intrigued and wanting to know who the hell this guy was, although she didn't let it affect her judgment.
In a way, she could afford to have a... date? As soon as that thought crossed her mind, Sona shook her head vigorously, it wasn't a date, it was... it was a... cultural exchange, yes, that was it! There was nothing strange about it, right? Or was there?
"Are you alright?" said the warrior from the future, catching Sitri's attention. "I saw your face turn red and I..."
"DON'T MIND IT!" replied the heir in a flustered manner as her glasses fogged up and she waved her hands frantically.
She quickly took them off and cleaned them with somewhat clumsy and sly movements before putting them back on.
"Ahem, as I was saying," she explained, trying to maintain the poise and seriousness that characterized her. "I have some free time, I can give you more details to clear up your doubts."
Seeing her act this way made a thick bead of sweat slide down her neck. He was tempted to ask why she acted like that, but something told him it was better not to. In his opinion, the girl was strange, but her company was pleasant, unlike her sister.
"Okay..."
Sona sighed with relief, innocently believing that due to Trunks' careless nature, he hadn't noticed the slight slip in her behavior. However, an uncomfortable feeling began to grow inside her. She was seriously considering leaving, as Trunks seemed to have the strange ability to make her stumble, in a way that not only affected her concentration but also made her make basic mistakes she never would have imagined making. It was as if his mere presence destabilized her control. Despite everything, her curiosity remained strong. There was something about him that intrigued her deeply, and she couldn't pass up the opportunity to learn more.
"Alright, then listen carefully," Sona said, looking at the Saiyan seriously. "I don't like repeating myself, and I hate not being given the attention I deserve. Tolerance has its limits, and I certainly have mine."
Trunks swallowed hard; being honestly he is more afraid of her than of Serafall.
"H-hai."
As they walked between the stalls and the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Sona began explaining the origins of Christianity. She explained to Trunks that in this world, the Greco-Roman calendar is used to measure the passage of time, counting years and centuries. This dating system was implemented under Julius Caesar's reign in 46 BC, with the introduction of the Julian calendar.
Sona noticed that Trunks was getting confused, so she decided to get to the point of the celebration, the origins of Christianity. She set aside the unnecessary details and got to the heart of the matter, telling him that this religion was founded in the 1st century in the region of Judea. This region was under Roman Empire rule, and it was a melting pot of different cultural and religious influences. In this context, Judaism was the predominant religion, with a strong messianic expectation, that is, the hope for the arrival of a savior (the Messiah) who would liberate the Jewish people from Roman oppression.
"Is that the god Asia mentioned?" Trunks asked curiously. By this point, both of them were enjoying a crepe courtesy of the heir of the clan.
Sona nodded her head while taking a small bite of her crepe, before responding seriously.
"Yes, that is the same god. Christianity has its roots in the figure of Jesus Christ, who was born in that same region of Judea, around the year 4 BC. It is said that the birth of this Messiah would bring salvation to the Jews."
Trunks took another bite of his crepe, thinking about the heir's explanation.
"By Roman oppression, you mean, right?" asked the warrior from the future, very interested in the conversation. He received a nod from her. "I see. And did this Messiah manage to save the Jews from the Romans?"
The heir cleared her throat a little.
"Actually, no. Jesus Christ did not free the Jews from Roman oppression in the way many expected. The Jewish people were hoping the Messiah would be a supernatural being, with unique abilities and special powers capable of liberating them from Roman rule, but what he offered was something different. Instead of a war, he preached about spiritual liberation, teaching that the Kingdom of God was not a physical place, but something that could be reached through faith, repentance, and love for others."
"I don't see the sense in that," Trunks replied, his voice gradually becoming more aggravated, frustration starting to bloom within him. "A tyrant won't fall because of good teachings. It doesn't matter if you resort to kindness, good faith, or appeal to their feelings. Those bastards will do whatever they please, AND THEY'LL KEEP CAUSING SUFFERING UNTIL EVERYTHING IS DESTROYED AND SHATTERED!"
Sona raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She had found something interesting. Trunks' reaction did not go unnoticed by her. She watched as his face hardened, how he furrowed his brow intensely. Trunks' jaw clenched tightly, and his fists closed so sharply that veins appeared on his forehead and arms, revealing the internal tension he was experiencing. Sona realized that the Saiyan wasn't just giving an opinion, but it seemed he had revived painful memories.
The people around them began to look at them nervously, some with fear, clearly uncomfortable with the tension that had filled the air.
In an instant, his impulses relaxed, and his posture softened. He quickly apologized, realizing that his reaction had been too intense and out of place. He decided to move away from there and go somewhere less crowded, trying to avoid more uncomfortable stares.
Sona observed everything in silence, not taking long to follow him closely. She remained impassive and showed no reaction, but couldn't help glancing sideways as Trunks tried to regain his composure.
The people watched them from the corner of their eyes, but soon dispersed, returning to their own business, as Trunks and Sona made their way deeper into the crowd.
"Sorry, I got carried away," Trunks said as his features gradually relaxed. "I don't know what happened, but it won't happen again... anyway... what were you saying?"
Sona raised an eyebrow with suspicion.
"I'm not sure it's wise to continue."
Sona watched him for a moment in silence, carefully evaluating his words. Although his tone had changed and his posture had relaxed, something in the intensity of his reaction told her that she had touched on a delicate subject. However, she wanted to know more about it, she wanted more information. She was sure she had unraveled much of the mystery surrounding this boy, but at the same time, she felt there was still much to discover.
"I'm really sorry, I swear this is the first time this has happened!" he said hastily, trying not to make a bad impression. "It won't happen again, I promise."
"I understand," Sona said, not losing her composure, although her voice had taken on a slight softness. "Under other circumstances, I would have ended the conversation. Consider it a way of thanking you for saving us from Kokabiel."
She continued explaining the origins and how this religion spread when the son of God was crucified to bring salvation to the people, how the religion gained followers all over the world, the relevance of someone like Abraham, whose descendants became the Israelites, who settled in the region of Canaan, which would later be known as the Kingdom of Israel.
She spoke of how the Israelites lived under different forms of government, including periods of slavery in Egypt, until, under the leadership of Moses, they achieved liberation and journeyed through the desert to the Promised Land. How the Kingdom of Israel reached its peak under the reigns of David and his son Solomon, but after Solomon's death, the kingdom was divided into two parts: the Kingdom of Israel in the north and the Kingdom of Judah in the south. Both kingdoms faced invasions and exiles, the most significant being the Babylonian exile, where many Jews were taken captive to Babylon. However, over time, the Jews returned to their land and rebuilt the Temple of Jerusalem.
And then Trunks learned how Christmas was commemorated, which, according to Christian tradition, marks the advent of the promised Messiah, the savior who would bring redemption not only to the Jewish people but to all of humanity.
"That's very interesting," Trunks said, thoughtful. "People are still waiting for that Messiah, but apparently, they don't know he's already dead."
Sona looked at him with slight surprise but then nodded, understanding Trunks' point.
"Actually, that's something that doesn't have much relevance in our world anymore," she replied, her tone serious. "Ignorance can sometimes be a blessing."
The unexpected "meeting" was being watched from the shadows by a figure who remained hidden. Ophis had made her presence known, but discreetly. She had noticed that her beloved had a unique ability to perceive her power, something not many could do. Therefore, to avoid drawing attention, she had carefully camouflaged herself, ensuring that her presence did not interfere with the course of events. Her intention was nothing more than to observe and better understand the complex yet simplistic nature of the young man from the future.
And to make him hers, and only hers.
The dragon goddess remained silent, not making any movements that could betray her presence. Every gesture, every word from Trunks and Sona was noted in her mind, as she wanted to understand how he behaved in such everyday situations, far from the battles and conflicts that normally defined his life.
After a while, Trunks and Sona arrived at a food stall. Although the demon insisted on treating him, Trunks, aware of the enormous amounts of food Saiyans needed to feel satisfied, preferred not to overdo it. He knew that if he let himself be carried away by his appetite, he would end up bankrupting the young woman, something he didn't want to do. So, with a shy smile, he accepted a small portion, just enough to ease his hunger without causing unnecessary expenses.
As they were at the stalls on the pier, with the bustle becoming more present and the night finally setting in, the melody of Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You" could be heard.
At first, Sona didn't understand why Trunks limited himself to eating so little, especially when he seemed hungry. However, she said nothing, keeping her thoughts to herself. In her mind, she couldn't stop wondering if there was more to Trunks than he let on.
The young warrior ended up hungry, as expected. But by good fortune, as they walked, he noticed a food contest booth that caught his attention. The sign promised a peculiar prize: a giant stuffed bear for anyone who could eat more than the current champion. The idea was tempting, not only because he needed to satisfy his appetite but also because it seemed like a fun opportunity.
Without thinking much about it, Trunks decided to participate. To everyone's surprise, not only did he win the contest, but he also ate four times more than the previous champion. The crowd watched in awe as the young man ate at a speed and quantity that seemed impossible for a human.
When he finished, the booth owner handed him the enormous stuffed bear as a prize. Trunks, satisfied after finally filling his stomach, looked at the plushie with a smile and then walked over to Sona, who was watching him with a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
"Here," Trunks said, extending the giant bear to her.
Sona, still stunned by the spectacle she had just witnessed, raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.
"Excuse me?" she asked, unable to believe what the future warrior was offering her.
"Well, I'm not exactly sure," Trunks replied, scratching the back of his neck with a bit of shyness, "but I understand that women, or at least most of them, like these things." He smiled genuinely and added, "Besides, it's the least I can do for someone who had the kindness to invite me to eat."
"Well, then consider it a Christmas gift," Trunks said, still smiling as he held the huge stuffed bear. "You said that during these times, loved ones and friends..."
Sona interrupted him, raising an eyebrow with an inquisitive look, though not entirely serious.
"Is this your way of saying we're friends?"
Trunks scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable and somewhat embarrassed by the unexpected question.
"I—I thought we were," he replied honestly, his tone reflecting his shyness.
She let out a slight sigh but couldn't help a small smile forming on her face.
"At this point, the idea doesn't seem so bad," she responded, adjusting her glasses for the umpteenth time, a gesture she seemed to do when trying to distract herself from something uncomfortable. "But next time, you might want to opt for a less ostentatious gift, because it could imply something else."
Trunks raised an eyebrow, visibly confused.
"Something else?"
Sona paused for a moment, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. There was a peculiar gleam in her eyes, a mix of amusement and something else that he couldn't quite decipher.
"You might make someone think you have..." she paused deliberately, leaving Trunks in suspense, "...more serious intentions."
Trunks blinked, completely puzzled.
"More serious intentions?" he asked, confused. "What do you mean by that?"
Sona rolled her eyes in annoyance, as if she couldn't believe she had to explain something so obvious.
"Giving something so big and eye-catching can be interpreted as a romantic gesture. Especially if you do it at Christmas, a time associated with love."
The Saiyan's eyes widened, and a noticeable blush began to color his cheeks.
"I-I didn't mean for it to seem like that! I just thought you'd like it."
Sona let out a small laugh, something rare for her, but she couldn't help it at the sight of the future warrior's genuine confusion and awkwardness.
"I know, but not everyone would see it the same way."
Trunks nodded slowly, trying to process her words, though he still seemed a bit lost at how complex the situation seemed.
"So... Should I return it?"
Sona shook her head, resuming her characteristic graceful stride while the enormous plush rested comfortably under her arm.
"No, don't do that. It's a good gift," she said in a softer tone, almost affectionate.
The young Saiyan watched her, still with his cheeks slightly flushed from what he had just heard. He had given her the gift in good faith, without hidden intentions, not considering that his gesture could be interpreted differently than he had planned. He didn't fully understand what Sona meant, but the idea that she might have thought there was something more behind his gift made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
Still, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction seeing that she didn't reject the plushie.
The night breeze began to cool, and the peaceful atmosphere of the pier was filled with the gentle sound of the waves. Sona looked at her watch and then at Trunks, who still seemed lost in thought.
"It's late," she said, adjusting her glasses. "We'd better head back."
Trunks nodded, letting out a small sigh.
"You're right, it's time to go back."
They both began walking toward the pier's exit, enveloped in a comfortable silence. However, as they reached the main street, the atmosphere changed dramatically. Loud explosions of fireworks lit up the sky in a cascade of colors. A excited crowd ran like an uncontrolled avalanche, shouting and laughing as they headed in the same direction.
Trunks reacted instinctively. Without thinking twice, he wrapped his arms around Sona, pulling her toward his chest to protect her from the commotion.
"What's going on?" he asked, looking at the stampede in disbelief.
Sona, caught in his arms, felt warmth rise to her cheeks. Though she tried to maintain her usual composure, her tone betrayed a hint of nervousness.
"Trunks-dono, I appreciate your concern," the heiress said seriously, though her voice had a slight discomfort to it. "But... could you let go of me now?"
"Oh, of course. Sorry," Trunks said, quickly letting go of her.
Sona adjusted her glasses, a nervous tic giving her away, and observed the chaos around them. However, a familiar melody soon helped bring her back to solid ground.
Puriti Kyu・Kyu・Kyu・Kyua (Yes!)
Eburibadi Yes, faito! (Yes!)
Dokidoki pātto waratte sumairu go go!
"What the hell?" Sona asked, hearing the song coming from the building, recognizing the voice singing the children's song. "This presence is... oh no..."
Trunks raised an eyebrow, a bit confused by Sona's expression, until he quickly felt a familiar presence... and a very unpleasant one for him.
"Again, her?! Wasn't she supposed to be in Asgard? Or rather, does that woman have to follow me everywhere?!"
Sona observed the commotion surrounding the café, knowing her sister was inside. And when her sister came to the human world... let's just say things never went well. She had to go in, no choice.
"What's going on?" she asked, noticing the tense expression on his face.
"Is it really necessary to go in?" he asked, looking toward the café with a somber expression.
Sona looked at him carefully, noticing his face darkening as he stared at the place. Something was wrong, and she wasn't going to let it slide.
"Is there something I don't know?" she asked in an authoritative tone, as if demanding an explanation.
"Uh..." Trunks sweat nervously, unsure of how to respond, so he came up with the most logical solution. "No, nothing. If you want to go in, let's go."
Sona looked at him with suspicion, but didn't say anything. There was something in his attitude that didn't convince her, but she decided not to press him further for now. Without saying a word, she turned her back to him and headed toward the café entrance. Trunks sighed heavily, resigned to follow her, though he didn't fully understand why. Maybe it was just courtesy or the feeling that, somehow, he had to accompany her.
When they entered the café, Sona confirmed once again that her sister was singing on stage, dressed as a magical girl while the customers applauded, enjoying the show. In one corner, the café owner watched the scene with a satisfied smile, but what really stood out were her eyes, which had been replaced with dollar signs as she hurriedly counted a generous wad of bills. Sona couldn't help but sigh deeply. Did her sister really have to be so eccentric all the time?
When the song ended, Serafall saw her little sister in the crowd, which filled her with immense happiness. Without thinking, she quickly jumped off the stage and headed toward her, but halfway there, her joyful expression faded when she noticed the future warrior by her side.
As a good older sister, she observed carefully that her little sister was holding a giant teddy bear, and when she looked closer, she saw the damn alien ape bastard standing next to her. In seconds, the pieces of the puzzle clicked in her mind, and her face changed, making it clear that she had understood the situation.
That motherfucker bastard! He was on a date with her sister! Her anger grew even more when she remembered the humiliation she suffered in Asgard. This time, she thought, she was going to kill him. She was going to fucking skin him alive.
However, the presence of people made her stop. Again, she had to hold herself back. She couldn't let her destructive power get out of control in public, though her anger was almost consuming her.
"Sou-taaaan! We meet again! Onee-chan is so happy!" Serafall exclaimed, almost jumping toward them with a radiant smile. But as soon as her eyes landed on Trunks, her expression changed drastically. "Brief... Truuunks..." she said, dragging the words as if the mere mention of the future warrior's name disgusted her.
"Serafall... Leviathan..." he responded with the same animosity.
Sona watched the scene in confusion. She knew her sister well and knew that she didn't lose her composure easily, but now she could say that Serafall was beyond angry, and what surprised her most was the animosity between them. However, seeing the clear tension and disdain in Serafall's attitude, she began to wonder if there was something from the past she didn't know.
"I assumed you were in Asgard," Serafall said, with a challenging smile. "Are the Norse gods using you as a messenger? Because that's the only explanation I can think of."
Trunks rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Funny, I also thought you were in Asgard," he replied, unenthusiastic. "I thought you'd stay longer. Or did Odin-sama kick you out of there?"
Trunks' response seemed challenging, and Sona frowned when she heard the reference to the Norse gods. She didn't understand the full extent of what was happening, but it was clear there was something more between them, something she couldn't immediately see.
"you son of..." Serafall began to say, but stopped when she noticed the atmosphere between them growing even more tense and her power beginning to manifest.
I apologize for misunderstanding your request earlier. Here's the corrected version with hyphens replaced by quotation marks:
Sona, noticing the increasing tension and how the conversation was becoming more uncomfortable, couldn't stay silent. She stepped forward, placing a hand on Serafall's shoulder with a firmness she rarely showed.
"Onee-sama!" she said in a tone that left no room for discussion. "Enough, you're being too rude to Brief-dono. Also, you forget that we're surrounded by people. How could you possibly manifest your power in public?!"
Serafall, surprised, couldn't believe what she was hearing. The young demon seemed to have taken control of the situation in a way she had never done before. Serafall's expression turned incredulous, and for a moment, she wondered if this "perverse monster" had manipulated her sister's mind to turn her against her. Despite the confusion, she quickly decided to return to her playful attitude, as if nothing had happened.
"You're right, Sou-tan," she said with her characteristic sweetness, making a small grimace as if apologizing. "It's just that seeing my dear imouto-chan going out with someone made my heart tighten. I don't want to share my cute imouto with anyone else." The Maō said, quickly approaching and pressing her cheek against Sona's, which made her blush instantly, feeling a wave of embarrassment.
"What?! Don't say nonsense!" Sona exclaimed, brusquely pushing her sister off, completely flushed, unable to hide her discomfort. "I'm not going out with him!" she shouted, pointing at Trunks, who, seeing the situation, pointed at himself with a confused gesture. I just meet him by chance, and this... this is... I-I won this in a contest. Trunks had nothing to do with it."
"Mmm," she said, placing her thumb on her lips in a thoughtful pose, "Alright! Levi-tan will believe you this time! Come, follow me."
Suddenly, she took her hand to lead her to where the commotion was, leaving Trunks behind, unsure of how to react.
The atmosphere was surprisingly pleasant. The venue, with its peculiar style of celebration, offered something different from the usual, something that undoubtedly caught the attention of the attendees. This time, the birthday was for a very special guest: the Maō Leviathan's pawn prospect. Not that he stood out as extraordinary, but his devotion to magical girls was enough for the Maō to want him to be part of her nobility.
Yes, we're talking about Miru-tan.
The muscular man, whose taste for dressing as a magical girl didn't go unnoticed, was celebrating his birthday in a somewhat peculiar way. Upon seeing him, Trunks felt discomfort in his stomach, almost vomiting everything he had eaten. The sight of that cross-dresser deeply disturbed him. Suddenly, the lights in the venue began to dim, and that's when Sona realized her sister had disappeared without her noticing.
The owner of the establishment, smiling, announced the birthday of the muscular cross-dresser. Bright lights illuminated the table where he was sitting, while a birthday song began to play in the bar. At that precise moment, Serafall entered with a birthday cake in her hands, placed it on the table, and gave the birthday guest a little push to bite the cake.
"Happy birthday, Miru-tan!" exclaimed the Maō with overflowing joy.
That gesture, seemingly simple, managed to move the future warrior. Regardless of the fact that the protagonist of it was Serafall. For a moment, Trunks stopped to think about something he had never experienced: a birthday celebrated by his loved ones. He imagined himself in Miru's place, sitting at that table, surrounded by his friends who were no longer there. In his mind, Mai would be the one bringing him the cake, lighting the candles, and encouraging him to blow them out to start the celebration.
His mother serving a delicious dinner and boasting about how beautiful, genius, and homemaker she was while the three of them laughed happily.
The scene was so emotional that, for a moment, Trunks felt like tears were about to come out.
Sona, observing Trunks' expression, immediately noticed the change in his face. Although she wasn't very comfortable being in this place, she got to know more of the young warrior's side, which, by the way, left a strong impression on her. The celebration continued, but for him, it was more than just an event. It was a reminder of what he had lost and what he could never experience.
When the lights returned to their normal intensity, the celebration had ended. The customers resumed their conversations and activities as if nothing had happened. However, it was a miracle that the two new visitors were able to enjoy the cake. Sona, for her part, wished the earth would swallow her up when she saw her sister making such embarrassing poses, so inappropriate for someone who was supposed to be one of the most important figures in the underworld.
Once they were alone, Serafall had planned a little surprise for her sister. She intended to rent a room just for the two of them, with the purpose of a karaoke night. Although, deep down, she hoped that, with a bit of luck, the night would include some romantic girl-girl scenes.
"Now do you better understand the honor of being a magical girl who saves the universe from the bad guys?" she asked, striking her idol pose once again while proudly holding the new Milky-chan wand, a limited edition.
Sona, however, shook her head, clearly unimpressed by the spectacle.
"Doing that was unnecessary," she replied with a slight annoyance in her tone. "I'll say it as many times as necessary. Your behavior and your clothing are unacceptable!"
Serafall, visibly offended by her sister's words, prepared to reply. What followed was a typical childish sisterly argument. Serafall fervently defended that being a magical girl was the best, while Sona appealed to order and proper behavior in society, a more serious and responsible stance. They both got into a small verbal battle, each convinced that her point of view was the correct one.
Trunks watched the scene with a sweat drop rolling down his neck, still finding the dynamic between the sisters entertaining. The argument, although somewhat silly, was interesting to him because it reflected the close relationship they shared. However, his attention shifted when he noticed something strange in the corner of the venue: one of the shelves was about to fall. The weight accumulated on the nail seemed to have weakened it, and the structure was beginning to wobble dangerously.
Without thinking twice, Trunks rushed toward the shelf. Although Serafall didn't appeal to him at all, something inside him drove him to intervene. Maybe it wasn't out of sympathy, but pure altruism. He couldn't let such a trivial situation end badly.
How wrong he was.
Without Trunks wishing it, things were about to go terribly wrong. When he least expected it, Serafall found herself in front of him, her eyes filled with panic as she saw Trunks' hand approaching her. He was just trying to help her so the shelf wouldn't fall on top of her, but for the Maō, the scene distorted in her mind. The image of the future warrior transformed into that of a hyper-muscular man with green hair, covered in blood, an absent look in his eyes, and an expression full of cruelty.
To her, it was no longer the image of the future warrior, but the ruthless killer who had destroyed everything she loved. Confusion and fear completely overtook her, making her body tremble violently.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! DON'T HURT ME!" Serafall screamed, completely terrified. In a burst of instinct, she slapped Trunks' hand with force and quickly backed away, covering her body as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
The atmosphere in the venue froze completely. The music stopped immediately, and all the guests, who had been enjoying the festive atmosphere moments ago, fell silent, watching the scene unfolding before them. Some, just as scared as Serafall, looked at Trunks with eyes full of fear, while others watched him with disgust and contempt.
The sound of the porcelain figurine on the shelf faded into the background.
Paralyzed by the Maō's reaction, Trunks looked around, feeling the weight of the stares upon him. He didn't understand what had happened. What had he done to provoke such a reaction? Why did Serafall see him like that, as if he were an abominable monster from her worst nightmares?
"W-why are they looking at me like that?!" Trunks' voice trembled as he began to hyperventilate, his mind completely overwhelmed with confusion and fear. He couldn't understand how such a pleasant atmosphere had turned into his worst nightmare. The environment, which moments ago had been festive and filled with laughter, was now filled with looks of fear and hatred.
The guests thought that Trunks had done something to that sweet and kind young woman, and they couldn't let it go.
"I... I..." He tried to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat, unable to come out. The air around him became dense, heavy, as if the entire atmosphere was pressing down on him. The strength of his voice completely disappeared, and all he could do was stammer, "I-I'm sorry…"
The apology felt empty, useless. Before he could do anything else, he turned around and quickly left the place, not hearing Sona's shout calling him, asking him to calm down. He didn't want to know anything at that moment. The image of Serafall stepping back from him, her eyes filled with panic and terror, was burned into his mind like an indelible mark.
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Bifrost, Asgard
Odin had watched the scene closely, knowing that sooner or later things were going to spiral out of control. He had known it when he saw her acting so energetically and cheerfully at the meeting, a false facade. His millennia of accumulated wisdom had taught him to spot fake smiles and personalities.
Not to mention that the Maō had almost caused a catastrophe in his castle.
Now, he had no doubts. Serafall still had tormenting memories—no! Unilateral genocide, by that monster from hell.
But he couldn't see how she could confuse Trunks with that beast; they were nothing alike.
The Maō's trauma must have been deep. Now, he understood why she treated him so despisingly, almost bordering on humiliation. She didn't see him; she saw the monster who had decimated all factions in the mythic age. They could be similar, but at the same time, they were different. One was a cruel and ruthless being, while the other was a protector, a being of justice who fought for what was right.
Where did she get the idea that they were the same?
"Poor kid," Odin thought, watching the young man as he struggled to catch his breath, running aimlessly. "Heimdall!"
"Yes, sir," the guardian of the Bifrost appeared.
"Bring the boy back."
End of the chapter.
Clarifications:
1.- Sona was referring to the day Trunks saved him from Kokabiel, how he took out that strange refrigerator whose sodas didn't belong to Earth, the Underworld, or the supernatural world, but above all, seeing him meditate in such a way to the point of speaking with Ddraig.
2.- Yes, as you read, in the canon, Serafall wants to reincarnate that muscular crossdresser as her pawn. She doesn't care if it benefits her or not, because she likes that the character shows a lot of devotion to the magical girl genre.
Well, I wanted to make this Christmas special for you to enjoy. I had planned it and made some drafts, but I ran out of ideas and didn't plan on updating, but I saw the drafts and thought, why not make a Christmas special?
From here on, things are going to get more serious. Let's just say that in the next chapter, the bomb is going to explode. I'm eager to get to that part and see your comments. With nothing more to add, I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
As a gesture of goodwill, I would like to add a post-credits scene.
See you again in 2025!
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The place was empty, a strange stillness filled the space. There was no trace of anyone, not even the owners, which was even more unsettling. Serafall had probably used some spell to ensure privacy, driving everyone around her away. She approached one of the walls decorated with the Milky-chan theme, leaned her back against it, and slowly sank to the floor, sitting in silence, remembering what her sister had said to her moments earlier.
Flashback
"Sometimes I don't know what's going on with you…" Sona said with evident frustration. "You always ask me to trust you more, but then you hide things from me! I've tried to understand you, but there's no way to find a logical explanation."
Serafall didn't respond, her silence only increased her younger sister's irritation. Sona took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but the image of Trunks and her reaction to him kept swirling in her mind.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE?!" The young heir exclaimed harshly, her anger reflected on her face.
Serafall, still silent, couldn't give an answer. Her sister expected something more, an explanation, a justification, but there were no words. The Maō remained there, lost in her own thoughts, while Sona felt the frustration growing inside her more and more.
"You wouldn't understand."
The heir clenched her fists in anger, unable to stop herself from feeling like her sister was mocking her.
"UNDERSTAND?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND?!"
Serafall's lack of response only fueled her rage. She didn't understand why her sister had reacted that way, especially after everything Trunks had done for them. She couldn't comprehend why she had been afraid of him, why she had treated him like a threat. Everything seemed absurd.
"You know, the more I think about it, this is crazy." Sona said, adjusting her glasses with one hand, while with the other, she headed toward the exit. "I don't know why I'm bothering. It's useless."
The door closed with a soft thud, leaving Serafall alone in the empty place.
She knew better than anyone. Trunks hadn't done anything wrong, but just by his mere presence, he reminded her of that madman in every way; his laughter, his voice, his appearance, how he had arbitrarily started his brutal requiem of death, misery, and desolation.
She knew his soul was pure, and he was a kind being, so much so that she ached to possess him, to own him, but still, she couldn't help but associate him with the monster who had destroyed her world. Every time she saw him, she felt that at any moment, his dark side would manifest and kill everyone without mercy.
Sou-tan would never understand. That's why Serafall tried so hard to keep her sister from facing what she had lived through in her youth. Because it was horrible, living with that weight in her heart, knowing that the memory of pain could attack you at any moment. There was no peace. There was no rest. Why did that young man have to appear? Why him? Because of him, her life had fallen apart once again. Because of him, she couldn't control her emotions, nor the tremor running through her body. Because of him, she felt so vulnerable, so exposed.
But at least, in that moment, she was alone. No one was watching her. No one was judging her. And for the first time in a long time, she could afford to vent in silence. Slowly, Serafall rested her head on her knees and began to cry quietly.
