04/01/2012, Kuoh Town, Afternoon
Makoto strolls through the quiet streets of Kuoh, the rhythmic bassline of his music pulsing in his ears.
The morning sun filters through the canopy of the many trees adorning the streets of the town, casting dappled shadows on the pavement.
He pauses by a small park, the faint scent of blooming flowers mingling with the crisp spring air.
Absently, he pulls out the wallet Elizabeth had given him, its leather smooth and cool against his fingers. A quick glance inside confirms he's still well-funded, thanks to the spoils from his battles against shadows in Tartarus, and the crisp yen notes are neatly stacked alongside his brand-new identification papers.
As he tucks the wallet back into his pocket, his fingers brush against something unfamiliar: a folded envelope, its edges slightly worn. Curious, he unfolds it, revealing a letter written in elegant, looping script.
'My remarkable guest,' it begins, the words carrying the faintest echo of Igor's high-pitched voice in his mind. 'First of all, my most sincere congratulations on your return from death. It is a feat only a handful can claim, and even fewer can really comprehend'.
Makoto's breath catches. He leans against a nearby lamppost, the music in his ears fading into the background as he reads on.
'With great disappointment and sorrow, I must inform you that I will not be able to guide you through this new journey. However, I have done what I can to ensure your path is not entirely untrodden. The documents within this wallet will grant you legitimacy in this world, and I have crafted a credible background for you with the assistance of my master Philemon. Though I cannot be by your side, remember this: the Velvet Room exists to aid its guests in their struggles. I have entrusted Elizabeth with its operation, but you, Makoto Yuki, are its master in this realm. Should you ever find yourself confused by its workings, do not hesitate to seek her guidance'.
The letter pauses, as if Igor himself was choosing his next words with care.
'I leave you with one final piece of advice: forge new bonds. Cherish the old ones, but do not let them chain you. They will always be your light in the darkness, the flame that burns within your heart. Best regards, Igor'.
Makoto stares at the letter, the weight of Igor's words settling over him like a familiar, comforting blanket. A warm smile appears on his lips, despite the eccentricity of the long-nosed man he almost considered him a father figure.
He folds the paper carefully, tucking it back into the envelope, and slips it into his pocket. For a moment, he stands still, the sounds of the city, birds chirping, distant chatter, the hum of traffic, filling the silence.
'Universe' comes the deep, slow voice of Yatagarusu from Makoto's mind. 'I suggest to check the main plaza. I found a music shop you would surely like when I was scouting around' says the divine bird. 'A music shop? Sure, let's go there then' decides Makoto starting to walk towards the shop direction.
The cherry blossoms lining Kuoh Academy's pathways drift lazily in the spring breeze, their petals catching sunlight like flecks of pink silk.
'Now that I think about it... I never actually finished highschool' realizes Makoto.
Makoto pauses at the school gates, his gaze lingering on the polished brass sign {Kuoh Academy} as Ryoji materializes beside him in a swirl of shadow and darkness. The embodiment of Death leans against the gate of the school, his grin playful beneath his scarf.
"I'd love to go back to school with you," Ryoji chirps, his voice bright against the murmur of rustling leaves.
Makoto shoots him a sidelong glance. "You shouldn't just pop out like that. What if someone sees?"
Ryoji waves a dismissive hand, already tugging Makoto toward the entrance. "Relax! It's April a fresh new year starts, new uniforms! You've spent two years fighting Erebus and sealing Mother. Don't you think you've earned a little normalcy?"
Makoto hesitates, his eyes narrowing. "We have a mission, Ryoji, we can't lose focus".
"And missions go smoother with friends" Ryoji counters, his tone softening. He steps closer, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by something earnest. "You taught me that, remember? When you faced Nyx… you lived, Makoto. Even then, you resisted until the moment you desired. Don't stop now".
Makoto's resolve wavers. With a resigned sigh, he allows Ryoji to drag him through the gates, their footsteps crunching on gravel paths flanked by manicured hedges.
The faculty office smells of aged paper and lemon polish. Behind a cluttered desk sits a middle-aged teacher, her glasses perched precariously on her nose as she converses with a striking young woman.
Tsubaki Shinra, vice-president of Kuoh Academy's Student Council, stands with effortless poise, her knee-length black hair cascading like spilled ink down her back. Her heterochromatic eyes, one violet as twilight, the other warm amber, flick toward the newcomers, sharp yet welcoming behind rectangular frames.
"Good morning," Ryoji announces, flashing a disarming smile. "We're new in town and hoping to enroll. I'm Ryoji Mochizuki, and this is Makoto Yuki".
The teacher frowns. "Enrollment closed in March, but…"
Tsubaki steps forward, her voice calm and authoritative. "Exceptions can be made for transfers, teacher. And besides that the term hasn't officially begun".
She turns to the boys, her mismatched eyes lingering on Makoto. "I'm Tsubaki Shinra, vice-president of the Student Council. Welcome to Kuoh Town".
Ryoji beams; Makoto nods curtly. After a brief negotiation with the principal, a stern man with a surprisingly soft spot for 'promising youths', they exit the office, uniforms secured.
"Mission accomplished!" Ryoji vanishes in a curl of shadows, leaving Makoto alone in the hallway. 'He will never learn huh?' thinks Makoto. 'Death is Death' comments Orpheus Telos.
As Makoto turns to leave, he spots Tsubaki near the courtyard, flanked by two anxious students.
"But the Music Club can't disbanded!" protests a girl with twin braids. "We've been here since first year!"
Tsubaki adjusts her glasses, her violet eye glinting with regret. "Without a third-year member to lead school clubs can't be accepted, rules are rules and can't be changed. I'm sorry".
Makoto approaches, hands tucked in his pockets. "Yuki" Tsubaki acknowledges, her amber eye softening. "Everything settled?"
"Yes. What's this about the Music Club?" he asks curious.
Tsubaki sighs. "No third-years joined this year. Without leadership, it can't operate" Her gaze sharpens, analytical. "Unless… you're interested?"
Makoto hesitates, then shrugs. "I think so, I would have probably joined anyway".
Tsubaki's lips curve into a small, grateful smile almost like an annoying weight has been lifted from her shoulders. "Visit the Student Council tomorrow, so we can settle down all the bureaucratic matters. We'll handle the paperwork".
With a nod of Makoto's head and a deep bow of thankfulness from the other two students of the Music Club, Tsubaki and Makoto depart.
The Student Council room exudes quiet authority, its walls lined with many bookshelves and a large tactical board showing a map of the School, dotted with colored pins in certain locations.
Tsubaki enters just as the air ripples, a teleportation circle flaring to life in hues of cerulean, showing the magic crest of the Noble Devil House of Sitri.
Sona Sitri steps through, her presence commanding despite her petite frame. Her black bob-cut hair frames a face of porcelain precision, violet eyes sharp behind silver-rimmed glasses. She wears a tailored navy dress, its collar high and lace-trimmed, exuding regal austerity.
"Welcome back, President" Tsubaki says, bowing slightly. "How was your meeting with Lord Sitri?"
Sona sinks into an armchair, her posture flawless, but a sigh escapes her lips. "Father worries needlessly. The Old Satan Faction's posturing won't disrupt the operations of the Underworld, yet he was so adamant on calling a meeting with all the allied Houses and asked me to attend too".
She steeples her fingers, her gaze piercing. "Any updates?"
"The Music Club may yet survive. A new third-year, Makoto Yuki, has agreed to join".
Sona's brow arches. "Competent?"
"Reserved, but… determined. He'll be visiting tomorrow".
"Good". Sona stands, her movements deliberate. "Let's ensure he feels welcome".
The Kuoh Mall thrums with the vibrant chaos of midday shoppers, an orchestra of chatter, clattering hangers, and the faint hum of escalators and elevators.
Elizabeth weaves through the crowd with the grace of a dancer, her velvet-blue dress drawing curious glances that she either doesn't notice or elegantly ignores.
Neon store signs bathe the polished floors in kaleidoscopic hues, their reflections rippling across her gloves as she pauses outside boutiques, tilting her head at mannequins draped in lace, leather, and denim. 'Mundane' she thinks. ''But thrillingly so'.
For the first time in centuries, she is unshackled from the Velvet Room's timeless space, free to savor the mortal rhythm of seasons and sales.
She glides into a boutique labeled 'La Lumière', fingertips brushing racks of silk blouses and wool coats.
A saleswoman approaches, but Elizabeth merely smiles, her golden eyes lingering on a sequined gown. "Too garish" she murmurs, though her tone is wistful.
In the next store, she holds a pleated skirt against her waist, studying her reflection. "Ah, but my attire is perfection. How unfortunate".
She sighs, louder than intended, drawing puzzled stares from a cluster of teenagers nearby. One whispers: "Cosplay?" as Elizabeth strides out, chin lifted.
By the fifth store, her initial zeal wanes. The clothes blur into monotony, stripes, polka dots, athleisure.
"Perhaps I require assistance" she muses aloud near a perfume kiosk, where a clerk spritzes samples into the air.
"Makoto possesses a keen eye. Yes, we shall embark on a shopping expedition together!".
Her declaration echoes, turning heads. A toddler points, with his mother hurrying him away.
A deep, resonant bong reverberates through the mall. Elizabeth startles, clutching her hat as if it might fly off. Above, an ornate clocktower looms, its brass hands stark against the fading daylight.
"Six o'clock?" She gapes, though time's passage still feels abstract, like sand slipping through an hourglass she's never held. "I must return".
Outside, dusk paints Kuoh in gradients of amber and indigo. Streetlamps flicker on, their glow pooling on the sidewalk as Elizabeth walks.
A sudden gust snatches her hat, and she lunges for it, only to freeze catched by her curiosity. Drifting toward her, carried by the wind like a leaf, is a crimson flyer.
It glints unnaturally, as though dipped in a strange substance. She catches it midair..
'Make a wish', it reads in gilded cursive, 'and it shall be granted by a devil'.
Elizabeth tilts her head, the crimson flyer catching the fading light of dusk. 'A devil? How curious'. Her golden eyes narrow as she studies the gilded text, her gloved fingers tracing the twisted crest at the bottom.
"This is precisely what I needed" she murmurs, her voice carrying a note of intrigue. "But how does it function?"
She flips the flyer over, searching for instructions, but the back is blank. "Perhaps it requires a catalyst" she muses, her tone thoughtful.
With a flourish, she summons the Persona Compendium into her hands, its pages glowing faintly with arcane energy. She flips it open, her fingers poised to summon a Persona, when a voice cuts through the quiet street.
"Elizabeth, what are you doing?"
Makoto strides toward her, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation. His blue hair catches the light of a nearby streetlamp, and his SEES uniform stands out against the deepening twilight.
Elizabeth looks up, her compendium snapping shut with a soft thud.
"Don't worry, Makoto" she says, her smile disarmingly bright. "I was merely… experimenting".
She tucks the flyer between the pages of the compendium, her movements deliberate.
Makoto opens his mouth to argue, but Elizabeth interrupts, holding out a small, neatly wrapped box tied with a silver ribbon.
"I bought something I thought you might like" she says, her tone shifting to one of quiet pride.
Makoto hesitates for a second, confused by Elizabeth's behaviour, then takes the box, unwrapping it with careful precision.
Inside lies a sleek, modern mp3 player, its surface polished to a mirror shine. He turns it over in his hands, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you, Liz. I really like it".
Elizabeth beams, clasping her hands together. "I asked the merchant to preload it with numerous songs. I thought it might help you relax during your days".
Makoto nods, already fiddling with the device, his earlier concern momentarily forgotten. The two fall into step as they walk, the evening air cool and crisp. Elizabeth launches into a vivid recount of her day, her gestures animated.
"I visited every boutique in the mall" she declares, her voice rising with theatrical flair. "But nothing compared to my current attire. It's perfection, Makoto. How could I possibly replace it?" She sighs dramatically, though her eyes sparkle with amusement.
Makoto chuckles softly, shaking his head. "You don't have to replace it. Maybe just… I don't know... accessorize? Yukari told me something about that one time..."
04/01/2012, Kuoh Woods, Evening.
The outskirts of Kuoh are cloaked in the soft, silvery light of a rising moon, its glow filtering through the dense forest of trees.
Elizabeth strolls along the winding path, her velvet-blue dress brushing against the tall grass that sways gently in the evening breeze.
The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the distant chirping of owls and other night creatures creates a soothing symphony.
Her gloved fingers absently trace the edges of the crimson flyer she had tucked into her compendium earlier, its strange message lingering in her thoughts like an unsolved riddle exciting the woman incredibly so.
"An isolated place should suffice, a clearing maybe" she murmurs to herself, her golden eyes scanning the shadowed woods to locate her desired destination.
The idea of experimenting with the flyer excites her, its cryptic message, the possibility of uncovering something new. She steps off the path, her boots crunching softly on fallen leaves, and ventures deeper into the forest.
As she walks, something catches her eye, a faint shimmer in the air, a strange distortion, like heat rising from asphalt on a hot summer day.
She pauses, tilting her head. "What is this?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.
Before her, the air seems to ripple, forming a translucent veil that stretches across the forest like an invisible barrier. It glimmers faintly, almost imperceptibly, as if woven from moonlight and shadow. A normal person wouldn't even notice it for how subtle and well camouflaged it is.
Elizabeth reaches out, her gloved hand hovering just above the surface. The veil feels chill to the touch, solid yet yielding, like a pane of glass starting to solidify.
She presses gently, and the surface resists, but only slightly. With a bit more force, a trivial effort for someone of her strength, her hand passes through tearing off a gap of her size, the veil parting like a curtain.
Curiosity piqued, she steps through the barrier, the air on the other side tingling against her skin. The forest beyond is eerily silent, the usual sounds of nature muted as if the veil had swallowed them whole.
Under the magic veil a battle rages on in a small clearing, the ground torn and scorched between two teenagers, one a short girl with snow-white hair and the other a handsome blonde boy and their opponent, a monster.
The forest clearing is bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight filtering through the veil, casting jagged shadows across the torn earth.
The air reeks of the smell of blood, sweat and burnt soil, each clash of steel ringing like a death knell. An oni, Sothillis, a towering, purple-skinned humanoid with tar-black horns that curl like twisted branches and glowing red eyes that burn with malevolence,
looms over his opponents.
Kiba Yuuto dances backward, his twin swords, one silver, one obsidian, a blur as he deflects the oni's relentless strikes. Sweat drips down his brow, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
Beside him, Koneko darts like a ghost, her small fists glowing with a pale light as she lunges at gaps in the oni's guard. Each punch lands with a crack of demonic energy, but Sothillis merely snarls, his crimson eyes flicking between them with predatory amusement.
His dao glints wickedly in the dim moonlight, its edge humming with dark energy that ripples the air like heat haze.
"Koneko, now!" Kiba shouts, feinting left to draw the oni's blade wide. The girl pivots, her white hair streaming behind her as she channels power into her fist.
She strikes the oni's ribcage, the impact echoing like a thunderclap. Sothillis staggers, a hairline fracture spiderwebbing across his purple hide, but his grin only widens.
"Annoying pests" he growls, his voice a rumble that shakes the ground. In a blur, he lunges, his free hand snapping out to seize Koneko by the throat. Her feet kick uselessly as he lifts her.
Kiba's heart lurches. "Let her go!" He slashes wildly, but Sothillis parries with a casual flick of his dao, sending one sword spinning into the dirt. The oni's laughter booms, cruel and resonant. "Pathetic. You think your petty magic can save her?"
A magic circle flares beneath Kiba's palm, a desperate call for aid, but it dissolves into ash before completing.
Sothillis's grin turns feral. "This barrier drinks your spells, devil. Scream all you want, no one will hear".
"Senpai…!" chokes Koneko, clawing at his fingers, her face flushing crimson, before Sothillis launches her far away like a baseball ball.
Kiba's remaining sword trembles in his grip. "I don't need help to end you" he snarls, his voice raw and full of anger.
With a roar, he charges, blades materializing anew, a flurry of steel and desperation. Koneko crashes against the bark of a tree with a loud noise as Sothillis' attention is back on the blonde.
"Sword Birth!" A barbed silver sword erupts from his grip, its edge serrated and glowing faintly blue.
The oni's eyes narrow. "A Sacred Gear… how quaint". He raises his dao, its surface now pulsing with inky darkness. "I am Sothillis, Blade of Izanami. Remember that name as you die, knight".
"Kiba Yuuto," the blonde retorts, his stance widening. "And I don't plan on dying tonight".
Koneko was getting back again on her feet, obviously injured after being threw away like a rock.
She coughs some blood and looks around herself. 'I have to call for help... fast!' she stands back up holding her injured arm barely able to hold herself.
"Oh my, a lost girl! Are you ok, dear?" suddenly Koneko hears a stranger voice and immediately turn in the direction of the voice startled.
"Who are you?" she says alerted ready to fight back. However Koneko sees a woman in blue clothes with yellow eyes walking through the forest like nothing is happening.
"Good evening" says the woman staring at the girl with curious eyes. "What do you want?" asks Koneko analyzing the new arrival. 'She smells strange. Is she a devil?' thinks Koneko furrowing her brows.
"I was looking for an empty space" says her. Koneko doesn't detect any lie nor with her devil senses nor with her nekomata's. 'This woman is in danger, maybe there are other people in the area. I must alert the President!' thinks the short girl trying to calm her senses.
"You have to go away from here miss! this place is dangerous" warns Koneko worry in her voice.
Elizabeth is looking at the girl she has just found. "I like dangerous situations it's my job after all. But first let me handle your injuries" the attendant says confusing the girl.
"This isn't something normal! you have to run away!" the girl's plea is useless as Elizabeth crouches near her patting her head. "Calm down, don't worry" says her with a smile.
Koneko wants to protest. She has to go call Rias or Akeno, she can't leave Kiba behind or let a civilian get hurt.
'I must go and bring this woman with-' while Koneko plans her next moves she feels a refreshing and cozy sensation all across her body. "Diarahan" she hears the woman say opening a... magic book? Soon the green light envelope Koneko's wounds healing all her injuries making the girl sigh in relief.
'Is this woman a wizard, but then why don't they know she's here in Kuoh? Nevermind' thinks Koneko as she doesn't have enougb time to think about this right now. She will ask her later.
"Thanks" hums Koneko softly hiding her gaze from the woman's eyes and getting back on her feet. "Well, see you girl" says Elizabeth making to leave.
"Wait! What's your name?" asks Koneko. "Elizabeth" answers the woman heading towards the core of the forest. "Wait don't go there. Please-" before Koneko finishes a loud boom is heard coming from the direction Kiba was fighting. "Senpai!" screams Koneko rushing to the source of the explosion.
Back to the fight between Sothillis and Kiba the air crackles with the acrid stench of blood. Kiba's chest heaves, each ragged breath searing his lungs as he staggers backward, his boots slipping in the churned mud.
Sothillis looms before him, the oni's dao gleaming like a shard of midnight, its edge dripping with a viscous, tar-like substance that hisses when it strikes the earth.
The blonde knight's once-pristine uniform hangs in tatters, his arms trembling as he raises his sword, a battered silver steel now notched and dull.
"Defensive? How dull" Sothillis croons, his voice a graveled purr. He steps forward, deliberately slow as if enjoying a meal, his clawed feet sinking into the soil with each thunderous stride. "I hoped for a dance, not this… puppet show".
Kiba's vision blurs at the edges.
Every parry sends jolts of agony through the blonde's arms; every dodge feels like wading through molasses.
The oni's strikes grow more theatrical, a swipe aimed at his throat that stops millimeters shy, the dao's chill kiss raising goosebumps on Kiba's skin before Sothillis withdraws it with a mocking chuckle.
"Look at you, bat!" the oni sneers, circling him like a jackal. "A knight reduced to a stumbling whelp. Where's that pride now? That noble resolve?"
Kiba grits his teeth, a trickle of blood seeping from his split lip. Just a little longer. 'Koneko needs time' he thinks.
Sothillis' blade flashes. Kiba barely twists away, but not fast enough. The dao's tip slices through his sleeve, carving a shallow gash across his bicep. He stifles a cry, the wound burning as if doused in acid.
"Tsk. Sloppy" Sothillis chides, licking the blackened edge of his blade. "Your fear reeks, devil. It's… delicious".
The oni leaps back suddenly, his massive frame coiled like a spring. The air around his dao warps, darkness coalescing into a swirling vortex. "Enough games. It's time for Mother Izanami to witness a grand show!" declares Sothillis worh fanatical zeal.
Kiba's heart pounds. He braces, but the attack isn't aimed at him, not directly at least.
Sothillis slams the dao into the earth, and the ground ruptures. A shockwave of black fire erupts, swallowing the clearing. Kiba's sword shatters on impact; the force hurls him backward, his body skidding through dirt and roots until he crashes against a tree.
When the smoke clears, Kiba lies crumpled in a crater, his left arm bent at a grotesque angle. Blood pools beneath him, seeping into the soil like ink. His remaining sword is buried hilt-deep in the ground, the only thing keeping him upright. His breath comes in wet, shuddering gasps.
"Be honored" Sothillis intones, emerging from the haze. The oni's eyes now blaze with rings of black fire, their light casting writhing shadows across his scarred face.
"Your death will be the first offering to Izanami in this wretched town. A masterpiece of suffering".
Kiba's vision swims. Through the ringing in his ears, he hears footsteps, light, frantic. Koneko.
"Senpai!"
When Koneko arrives at the scene she sees a bleeding Kiba desperately leaning on his sword planted in the ground.
"Oh it looks like your friend wants to join you" hearing this Kiba turns his head looking at Koneko. "Go away..." he tries to say before crumbling down from his own weight.
Koneko runs at him protecting the boy with her own body. "Such a good comradeship for two devils" the oni walks closer to Koneko, a sadistic smile on his lips, his sword ready to strike down on her.
Sothillis aims directly at Koneko's legs not wanting to kill her before the sacrifice, but his sword is stopped by a woman's gloved hand.
"Such a good comradeship indeed, I have to say. They remind me of my dear guest and his friends" says Elizabeth stepping between Koneko and the monster.
"What do you think you are doing, woman!?" barks Sothillis, looking at Elizabeth, disgusted and annoyed by her presence.
"It doesn't matter. You will die too!" but as the oni prepares to strike another swing of his dao, Elizabeth hits him with the Compendium's cover making Sothillis fly away in an almost comic way.
"My guest wouldn't like me to kill you, but I warn you oni. Try again to kill someone and I'll handle you myself" she says, her eyes glimmering with light.
Elizabeth's threat makes Koneko feels shivers down her spine, making her want to make herself smaller, like a prey in front of a predator.
Sothillis grabs his sword ignoring the pain. "You dare to threaten me!?" Sothillis runs at Elizabeth both hands on his sword not caring about his defense, just pure and ruthless force.
With a powerful blow Sothillis hits Elizabeth. "Miss!" shouts Koneko shocked at seeing Elizabeth being hit, but instead of seeing blood or a corpse Koneko sees Elizabeth completely unscathed. "Luckily I brought with me the omnipotent orb or that knife could have scratched me" says nonchalantly the Velvet Room attendant.
Sothillis roars in rage, grinding his fangs, as he attacks the woman again and again and again each blow moving the air around the two breaking the branches of some trees in the vicinity.
However the attacks leave Elizabeth unfazed. The oni breathes heavily and looks at the woman in blue with pure rage. "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!? THIS BLADE HAS BEEN BLESSED BY THE DARKNESS OF YOMI ITSELF!" Sothillis tries to strike another blow but Elizabeth stops him.
"Bufudyne" says the woman summoning Jack Frost. The Demon Doll spins around himself, casting the ice spell and freezing the oni in a sturdy block of ice.
"You shouldn't fight without the Universe's permission Attendant, hee hoo! What would he say, hee hoo?" exclaims Jack Frost with his hands on his round and cartoonish hips assuming an admonishing yet funny pose.
"You even scared a little girl hee hoo!".
Koneko looks at the woman in a mixture of awe and fear. Then she looks at Jack Frost who tries to reassure her with a thumbs up and a wide smile before vanishing.
Koneko gulps his fear and reaches Kiba's side hoping to help him. "Please heal him..." begs the little girl. "Of course" says the woman. Elizabeth then takes a bead from one of her pockets and breaks it above Kiba healing the boy completely.
When Kiba wakes up he sees Koneko looking at him with relief and a mysterious woman standing in front of them. "Koneko? What has happened? Where is the enemy? And who is this woman?" asks the boy noticing he's not injured at all, in contrast to what he remembered.
"I'm Elizabeth I've helped you against that oni and healed you" says the woman. "Thanks... but I don't understand... Miss Elizabeth are you a wizard?" asks the boy his ears still ringing.
"No, no please don't call me that. I'm a ruler of power" Kiba wants to ask more questions, but a communication circle appears on his hand.
"Yuuto! Are you and Koneko fine?! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I thought that it was just a stray devil but then I lost contact with you. I'm so sorry please tell me you are fine" he hears his president and king concerned voice. "We're fine President" answers Kiba.
Just after Kiba gives his answer a crimson magic circle forms on the ground and from it two tall girls appear.
The red-haired one rushes at Koneko and Kiba hugging them tightly. "Sorry sorry, you are fine thanks Satan" she then looks up seeing Elizabeth.
The red haired girl casts a bolt of destruction against the attendant without thinking, but the woman simply blocks it with her hand. "President! Please she saved our lives!" Kiba grabs his king arm ans Koneko stands up going to Elizabeth. "I'm sorry for my president's behaviour" apologizes Kiba bowing to Elizabeth making the red-haired girl look down in shame.
"There's no need to apologize" says Elizabeth. "Now I'm sorry but it's getting late I need to head home". Before Elizabeth can depart the red-haired girl runs over her.
"Please let me thank you for saving my servants! I don't know what I would have done without you helping them" some tears form under her eyes.
"I'll be forever in debt!" the girl bows her head embarrassed for having just attacked her peerage's saviour.
"There's no need to thank me, really" answers Elizabeth. "Please let me at least apologize for having attacked you. If you come to Kuoh's Academy tomorrow I promise you won't regret it".
"That sounds lovely. I never had a 'school meeting', as they call them" Elizabeth smiles accepting the offer and heads away.
"Rias I think you scared our friend there" says the other girl teasing her friend. "Come on Akeno she saved Kiba and Koneko and I attacked her with my power of destruction. I was dying of embarrassment" Rias complains to her vice.
"President what do we do with him?" asks Koneko pointing at the frozen oni. "Let's interrogate him when we're done here".