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Chapter 88: The Truth Before Gods.
🕑 Added 2025-10-06 07:03:17 +0000 UTCAuthor’s note:
Here it is, the lore reveal I’ve been planning for months.
Remember, this is an AU, and I’ll be playing with the cosmology of the world as much as I can. Not everything was explained here, and even though Odin knows a lot, he doesn’t know everything. Only I do. And it's juicy, tying up a bunch of things missing from this story.
Think of this chapter as a glimpse into how I’ll handle the God of the Bible, Iris, and Elias as we move toward the endgame.
Celestial Ascendancy
Chapter 88: The Truth Before Gods.
Elias Black.
Kuoh, Japan.
I knew that the meeting was something serious. That no matter what had happened today, what we were doing right now was as, if not more, important than the battle in the Japanese Ministry of Magic.
A meeting between five factions, if you counted wizards. Something not seen before, ever since the sealing of the Fae lands, according to Odin.
And I was biting my tongue hard enough to draw blood to avoid laughing out loud.
I couldn’t help it. Even my bad temper, thanks to the despised killings, the turning of my only cousin into a devil… everything that pissed me off today, was not enough for me to keep my cackles in place.
And the worst part was that I was not the only one.
I bit my tongue a bit harder and took a glance at Serafall, who was blocking her mouth with her hand, looking as serious as ever as Vali explained what he knew about the attack and the members who participated.
Some groups of evil magicians and the Old Satan Faction. Groups that in the past would avoid each other like the plague… Yet they grouped up for the attack.
Sirzechs had a neutral expression on his face, but I could see his lips twitching in unison with his eyebrow. Odin was openly smirking while Baldur closed his eyes and turned his head away from the beat-up white dragon emperor.
And the cause of such unseriousness?
The whistling sound coming out of Vali’s mouth thanks to his missing teeth.
It was to the point that even Vali realized what we were thinking and shut his mouth, looking like a petulant child with blackened eyes as he crossed his arms and glared at everyone in the room.
The first to break down was Odin, obviously. Then me.
I laughed, laughed so hard that my stomach hurt as Vali glared at me with murder in his eyes. Azazel’s eyes were crinkling as he chuckled and patted the grey-haired man’s shoulder.
Then, Serafall began giggling, and before long, everyone was laughing. Vali stood up in anger, banging his arms into the new table brought by Grayfia, who had arrived a few minutes ago, along with some reinforcements.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” I cackled and closed my eyes, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself, which worked… until I opened my eyes and saw Vali panting from anger, the missing teeth allowing me to see the back of his throat, and then I burst out laughing again.
“See if I’ll tell you what I know.” Vali turned his head and started to leave, but Azazel grabbed him by the shoulders and sat him down again, making me chuckle.
God, I needed something like that. Hell, we all did. I could even see a slight smile on Nym's face. Even Daphne’s eyes showed a bit less of the darkness that was growing on them.
“Sorry, sorry,” I waved my hand and laughed again, getting it out of my system.
Which took a bit too long, since Vali was growing increasingly fed up with being the butt of everyone's jokes here.
Deciding to be the better man in this situation, I clicked my fingers, and a small blanket of light covered his face and his face alone.
I wasn’t going to heal him from every ailment; I wanted him to remember what had happened, but I was bullied in my past life for being a reprobate. I knew what it felt like to be mocked by everyone, and I didn’t want that to happen to the idiot.
As pissed as I was with him, I knew that it wasn’t entirely his fault. I believed him when he said he didn’t know where they would attack, and as hypocritical as it sounded, I would not have beaten him as badly if they had attacked Kuoh.
But the wizards were my people, no matter that they were of a different ethnicity; they were under my protection since they decided to hear me out during the meeting on the ICW.
I wouldn’t shed tears if something happened to the other countries that decided that they could deal with us coming out of the protection from the ancient pact by themselves, but the ones who hear us out? I would do my damnedest best to keep them safe.
And if I couldn’t protect them, be it for hearing too late, or something like that? I would pay a visit to those who targeted them and take a page from the Old Testament, showing them why pissing me off was not a good idea.
I saw Azazel glare at me in suspicion, and I rolled my eyes as my light intensified for a second before disappearing. What remained was what I expected: Vali’s face in pristine condition, but he still winced in pain as he lifted his hands to touch his face, making me nod proudly.
“There,” I said, trying to control my twitching lips as my girls giggled behind me, “you can continue now. We’ll try to be serious.”
Odin snorted, showing that I just lied, but Vali continued after glaring at him.
“As I was saying,” Vali sighed in exasperation when he noticed that his glares were being ignored by everyone here, “My presence here was supposed to be only to observe. And tell the other groups inside the Khaos Brigade how this mess ended.”
“What do you know about them, brat?” Odin asked Azazel directly, making the fallen angel squirm in jest.
“Apparently, less than this idiot,” Azazel huffed, smacking Vali behind his head. “What I managed to learn was that the group had a bunch of sacred gear users, some of them even reaching the balance breaker state. Hell, Shemhazai even managed to find at least one Longinus user in their midst.”
“So you had no idea that the Old Satan Faction was in cahoots with them?” Sirzechs lifted his eyebrow and asked the fallen angel.
“Oh, I knew that they were moving, but I had thought it was only devils being devils, nothing new,” Azazel smirked and shrugged his shoulders, making Serafall bristle in her seat.
“Nothing new, then,” Amaterasu turned her nose out at the devils, and I could see the tempers beginning to flare, making me sigh.
“Then again, the Abrahamic factions have always been a fun bunch,” Odin took the chance to feed the fire. The asshole.
I could see Uriel and even Raphael frown from their seats, with Gabriel and Michael only frowning in silence.
Before things got out of control again, I clapped my hands softly and smiled, “So, the best source of information is Vali, then.”
Serafall broke her glare at the old God and pursed her lips, “It seems so.”
“Was that everything you know, Azy?” she asked.
“Ah… there’s one last thing… which won't make anyone here happy,” he rubbed the back of his neck.
I don’t know why, but I felt the hairs on my neck standing on end.
“The infinity. Ophis finally made her move. But I don’t know why,” he sighed, looking almost terrified.
The name went over my head, and most of the younger generation. But hell… even Vali shuddered in his seat, nodding and backing up what Azazel said, confirming everyone's thoughts.
“Fuck,” Serafall groaned. Odin’s mug broke in his hands while Amaterasu’s fan burned to ashes as she paled.
“Who's that?” Mione asked timidly from behind Rias. The leaders shared a look before sighing.
“Ophis is a Dragon God. He can be considered the top of the world, but he usually keeps to himself. I don’t know why he would act now, of all times,” Ajuka replied softly, after The Lucifer nodded in his direction.
“She,” Vali contradicted him, earning weird looks from the oldies, “She’s in the form of a little girl.”
When Odin’s eye widened and his jaw dropped, Vali just shrugged as if saying, ‘I don’t know.’
Before anyone could say anything, I looked at Ajuka, “Didn’t you say that the fuckoff dragon we met was the strongest one? I still have nightmares about that red fucker.”
The silence that fell into the room was almost suffocating as everyone looked between Ajuka and me. Ajuka was probably too dignified to facepalm, but I saw his hand twitching as he sighed.
“Great Red can be considered the equal to infinity,” he said after a second, “They aren’t gods, but… something else.”
“I don’t even want to know how you met him, brat,” Odin huffed and glared at me, “I should ask, but I don’t feel like giving the importance that said meeting should have.”
Looking at the old God, I frowned. I wasn’t lying before, dragons scared the shit out of me since I saw the eye that belonged to Great Red. Hearing that an equal to him was leading such a group didn’t fill me with reassurance.
“That’s the reason why Ophis is leading the Khaos Brigade,” Vali said blandly, “She wants to kill the red dragon to ‘reclaim’ her silence. Don’t know what that means.”
“That’s suicide for anyone but her,” Odin grunted, before he looked at Vali like he was an idiot, “Is that why you joined, brat? To fight the Great Red?”
Seeing Azazel's eyes widening as rage filled his features, I did nothing as he slapped Vali with even more force than before, “What the fuck were you thinking, Vali! You would have died!”
The Lucifer descendant glared at Azazel as he let out a breath, “I needed to grow stronger,” he finally said quietly, shame filling his features.
The fallen angel's eyes softened as he took a deep breath, “We’ll have a serious conversation later, Vali. I’m just glad that I learnt this in time.”
The sheer paternal feeling Azazel emanated at that moment silenced all of us, with some even smiling at them, before Odin snorted.
“And you say you don’t think of him as your lad, you feathered brat,” he said under his breath, earning a glare from the fallen. “I’m glad for you.”
The silence stayed for a moment before it was broken by someone I didn’t expect. Mione lifted her hand from behind Rias as if she were in class, earning some snickers from Serafall and Baldur.
Serafall nodded at her, and Mione took a deep breath.
“If they aren’t Gods, how are they so powerful?” Mione asked timidly.
“No one knows,” Amaterasu glanced at Odin as he opened his mouth. The old God’s aura flared, and I felt myself squaring my shoulders as his presence fell into the room.
It was suffocating. Amaterasu’s power also increased, trying to match the one-eyed God. Odin only snorted as the walls began trembling. His aura increased even more, showing me that I had a long way to go if I wanted to stand next to these monsters.
They glared at each other as Sirzechs's and Ajuka’s power fought against the two pissed off Gods. Serafall looked worried and confused.
I didn’t know what was going on, but this was something serious. Not even during the attack had Amaterasu reacted this way, and from what I learned about Odin, he wasn’t the kind to flex his power for no reason.
Amaterasu was the first to back off, Odin snorted, and his divine might began retreating just a tad as he huffed.
“I do love inquisitive minds, lass,” Odin looked at the pale Hermione in pity, “But some things are better not known.”
Mione opened her mouth, but Odin lifted his hand and continued, looking grim, “That said, I do believe that if Ophis has started moving, this information will be important, considering how hidden this Khaos Brigade's movement have been.”
He sighed, the sound carrying more years than anyone else in the room could ever count.
“Before life was on the planet,” he said quietly, “chaos reigned supreme.”
No one interrupted him. Not even Amaterasu, who listened intently.
As for the rest? Odin’s voice didn’t demand silence from us; it simply made speaking feel… pointless.
“There was nothing in the beginning. Not gods, not humans, not even the idea of them.”
He waved his hand lazily as if he wasn’t explaining to us what little people knew, “A blank canvas, untouched, unseen. Nothing but potential.”
He leaned back in his chair and smiled faintly, “And then, something stirred in the void. Not a being… but a concept. Reality’s first breath. From that breath came others. Dreams, Infinity, Life, Death, Time, Space, Order, Entropy... concepts given form.”
He paused. I could feel the weight of his gaze shift around the room, “Of them all, only two remain awake. The Infinity and the Dream. Ophis and Great Red. They are not gods, not in the way you like to think of us. They are… pieces of existence given form.”
Ajuka’s voice cut through the silence, “If that’s true, why isn’t this common knowledge?”
Odin snorted, looking amused, “And why do you think that is, little devil?”
Ajuka stared at him for a moment, lips twitching, before shaking his head and saying nothing more.
It was Hermione who spoke next, her voice hesitant. Still, her curiosity overrode her common sense, “If only Ophis and Great Red are active… what happened to the rest?”
Odin’s smirk faded. “No one knows,” he said simply.
“The gods, the old ones, like me, are too young to know something like this, lass. The world you know was built on their leftovers. The only thing we know for certain is that they disappeared without a trace. And we have no way to know for sure, because the oldest beings in existence, like Nun, Pangu, Aditi, or Ymir, had retreated, or been killed by their descendants.”
He tilted his head, his one eye glimmering faintly beneath the shadow of his son’s light, “Or at least, no one but me knows.”
That earned him every gaze in the room.
“When I gave my eye for knowledge,” he continued, “I didn’t get prophecies or power. I got the truth. Fragments of it, buried deep enough to drive me almost mad. And in those fragments, I saw what came before the gods. What came before everything...”
He smiled faintly, “I’m not the only one who might know. Brahma, Nyx, Izanagi, and Izanami might know. But I genuinely doubt they speak of this.”
He exhaled slowly, as if the memory itself weighed him down, as we listened like kids in class, “Call it assumption if you want, but I believe those first beings are dead.”
Shock rippled through the table. Ajuka frowned, his analytical mind already rebelling against the idea, and I was not far behind, “That doesn’t make sense. We still have life, Death, time, space… those forces are constant even now. If they’re dead, how do they still exist?”
Odin’s smile returned, thinner this time. “You’re right. The concepts remain. But their personifications? I believe they were destroyed.”
He leaned forward, his tone dropping lower, “There’s proof that Death is dead. Proof walking and breathing among us.”
Amaterasu frowned, looking disgruntled for some reason, “Explain yourself, All-Father.”
Odin turned to me then. I didn’t like the way his one eye gleamed.
“Your woman,” he said, and for some reason, my stomach twisted in realization, “the one called Iris. I believe she carries Death’s remnant. The actual fragment of the true Death that once was. That’s why she can do what no other can. Why souls bend for her but not for any god. Nothing else fits.”
He let the words hang in the air as my mind raced with possibilities.
I felt every eye in the room turn to me, and for a moment, I couldn’t decide whether to breathe or laugh. Because deep down, something inside me clicked.
Master of Death. What was once something conceptual in the books and used quite freely by many authors. Something that I enjoyed reading about in my past life.
But I already knew that this world was different, and I could not use my knowledge as gospel. I didn’t know if what Odin was saying was right, but it was possible.
“Iris is weak, Odin. As much as she can do… she can’t compare to Great Red,” I frowned at him.
“A mere fragment,” Odin nodded, “I never asked, because it’s not my business, but… I’m right. Your expression tells me that. You know something.”
“This world stopped making sense since I was blessed by the system, old man. And the more I learn, the more stupid I feel,” I groaned to my palms, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room.
“But even if I’m wrong… There’s another example,” Odin continued, sending me a long look as he called for the attention of the room, much to my relief.
“The biblical God,” he said thoughtfully, “I believe that he was born from multiple concepts. It’s the only way his power can be explained, as well as his actions.”
The angels sat up straight in their seats as we all listened carefully. They didn’t look as if they knew what he was talking about, much to my surprise. They were as shocked as the rest of us.
Odin ignored them and continued, “I can’t claim I know all of them, I would have died if I did… but I have my hypothesis. But I sensed something from Goldilocks when he almost killed me in the past.”
The angels tilted their heads as Gabriel giggled, as if remembering, making many of us look at her strangely, causing Michael to sigh.
“I felt a spark of truth, creation, and order. Which brings to the question, just how could those brats kill him?”
“That would explain why the God of the bible was so different from the rest of the gods,” Ajuka mused as the devils looked pale, while the angels, fallen or otherwise, listened in fascination.
But I felt something freeze inside my soul at those words. Some things only I knew made more sense than what I wanted.
“Odin,” I looked at him with hesitance, “Are those the only concepts you know? I need you to be honest. Are those the only ones?”
Something in my voice must have revealed my true feelings, because I sensed how everyone was focusing on me. Some even looked worried as they saw my expression.
Odin's eye drilled in my direction, but he nodded, and that answered my question. Knowing did not make me happy.
“There’s something I have kept a secret from everyone but Albion,” I said defeatedly, earning looks from everyone in the room between worry, exasperation, and confusion.
“When I became a messiah… When I was revived by the system… I was shown something by someone,” I continued direly, mainly focusing on Odin and the angels.
“I was dead. I knew I was dead… but my consciousness was called somewhere. A being appeared, saying some words that hurt my head to listen, saying something like I was the answer to some question, and something activated, allowing my rebirth to happen,” I shuddered, “It said something like Celestial Ascendancy as I felt myself being filled with power and faith.”
"The system left by Father has no consciousness,” Michael said direly.
I shook my head at him, “Not that you know of.” I saw Uriel standing up, but I lifted my hand, “Listen to me first, please.”
He looked at my eyes for a minute, but he nodded and took a seat.
“It showed me something. A beast of unimaginable power, an amalgamation of so many different animals filled with light. But his aura was chaotic, filled with nothing more than pure destruction.”
“The being called it Trihexa,” I finished, and I felt a cold wind enter the room.
I saw Odin’s eye widening, swearing in a language I didn’t understand, but no one but him reacted that much.
Seeing incomprehension in them, I sighed.
“Allow me,” I said quietly as my divine light began enveloping the room. I felt some resistance from the Gods, Sirzechs, and Ajuka, but focusing a bit more, I managed to cover all of us.
Thinking deeply, just as I had done with Albion, I felt the memory come into the open. The scenes flashed by: my Death, the meeting, the reveal, and my rebirth.
No one spoke. Even five minutes later, everyone was pale and sweating. Some even shivered from the mere memory, which I knew I couldn’t replicate the aura alone.
It almost made me go crazy that time, and I didn’t want to risk anyone with that.
“Albion thinks that the Abrahamic God died because he was weakened from battling this thing,” I said quietly.
I could see the angels crying at the scene, or maybe their memories of their Father. Then they looked at me, cautiously, hopeful, yet confused.
“You were chosen, Lord Elias,” Raphael said softly, looking at me with so many feelings I couldn’t name, “I have no doubts after seeing that. Father chose you.”
“Brat,” Odin looked at me seriously, “I noticed that the feelings were muted. How fucked are we?”
“You want the truth?” I chuckled hopelessly.
Everyone looked at me, and Odin nodded.
“I was less afraid when I saw the Great Red in person.”
Later.
The next hour was a chaotic mess as everyone tried to appear composed while clearly failing.
Even Odin, the smug bastard, was quieter than usual, lost in thought. I didn’t blame them… he had just told us some truths of the world that not many people knew, and for a good reason.
That wasn’t an easy thing to digest, even for beings who could crack mountains by sneezing.
We all needed time to breathe.
Grayfia brought refreshments, and Rias’s peerage went to check on the prisoners bound by my light in the building she used for her after-school group, which was watched by one of Sirzechs's peerage. For the first time since the start of the meeting, there was silence that wasn’t heavy, just tired.
I leaned back and rubbed my face, feeling the sting of exhaustion under my skin.
Then came the next surprise of the night. Vali’s team appeared in the room under the eyes of tired faction leaders with not a care in the world.
I respected how much they trusted Vali, because they didn’t hesitate to come when they would be in ‘enemy’ territory.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our fearless leader looking like he went ten rounds with Ophis herself.”
Vali groaned loudly as his team finally walked in. I took a chance to peek at the members and was surprised when I recognized two of them.
The first to step forward was a black-haired woman with golden eyes and two tails swaying lazily behind her.
“Not now, Kuroka,” Vali sighed in embarrassment.
Behind her was a tall, blond man wearing a sword at his hip, as if it were a natural part of him, and beside him stood a smiling girl with hair as bright as sunlight. The two people I recognized from so many months ago. In truth, it had not been that long, but it felt like years.
I still remember feeling amazed and scared at how fast he was when he cut the Death Eater in half. And yet… Here I am now.
“Damn, Vali,” Kuroka grinned, tails flicking behind her as I tried to focus on her face instead of what she was proudly waving around without a single ounce of shame, “ya sure you weren’t fighting Ophis? You look like someone chewed you up and spat you out, nyaa~.”
“Keep talking and you’ll join the floor,” Vali snapped back, crossing his arms, but his team just laughed harder.
Arthur, the blonde swordsman from back then, chuckled quietly, leaning against the wall like this was routine, “You should’ve seen him trying to tell us it was ‘a calculated risk.’”
Le Fay, the girl who looked apathetic as the Death Eater threatened to kidnap her, tried to hide her smile behind her staff, “We were… worried,” she admitted softly, “You were gone too long.”
Their tone made me glance at them again. The teasing and mocking were all meant to mask their worry. They were family, even if they didn’t say it out loud. I respected that.
Then Kuroka’s golden eyes caught mine. Her grin widened instantly.
“Ara, so this is the famous Elias-sama you told us about, Vali? He's so cute, nyaa~. You’ve been making waves everywhere; your name was spoken with so much hatred by the devils. Maybe you’d like to make a few kitties too, nyaa?”
The crack that followed came from Koneko’s fist connecting with her jaw.
The poor (and insanely hot) catgirl was sent flying across the room, crashing through a couch and leaving everyone speechless.
“Koneko!” Rias yelped, though I could see she was trying not to show her worry.
“What are you doing here?!” Koneko hissed, her face pale as hatred, longing, and hope settled in her features.
Kuroka groaned from the floor, rubbing her cheek with a slight pout, “Nyaa… I was just joking, nyaaa…”
“No, you weren’t,” I muttered under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose.
The situation between the sisters wasn’t funny, though… not at all.
When Kuroka arrived, Koneko had gone pale, then red with fury. The air between them had been thick enough to cut through. I was afraid that things would grow tense before she explained her side of the story.
I had heard of her from Koneko during our training camp, and I was honestly surprised that Kuroka was her sister. However, she explained her side of the story, looking apologetic to the petite catgirl who kept glaring at her.
Turns out, she didn’t murder her master in cold blood like everyone said.
She’d killed him to protect Koneko from being experimented on. It didn’t erase the blood on her hands, but it wasn’t hard to see why Amaterasu had stepped in to stop Serafall from throwing a fit with her excuses.
The two shortstacks argued for a good ten minutes, loud enough to make even Odin cover his ears.
Eventually, they agreed to an investigation between the two factions, with Amaterasu even offering her a place with the Yokai if she wanted.
Which she denied without hesitation, stating that she would not be leaving Team Vali.
At least it didn’t get worse, even if Koneko retreated for the night along with Kiba, who decided to keep her company to keep her from spiraling. Learning that your whole life was a lie couldn’t be easy.
Arthur and Le Fay greeted me next, their expressions shifting when they finally recognized me.
“Wait,” Le Fay blinked, “weren’t you the boy from the World Cup? You and that girl were hiding before we left!”
I coughed and turned away, pretending to inspect the ceiling, “Ah. And here I thought we were hidden.”
Arthur chuckled with an easy smile, “You looked terrified.”
“I was waiting for an opportunity,” I admitted flatly, which only made them laugh harder. I couldn’t even be mad. They weren’t wrong.
Still, looking at them now, strong, confident, laughing… It was a strange reminder of how far I’d come. Back then, I’d been a spectator, waiting for the best moment to attack someone laughably over my league. Now, I was sitting beside the gods, planning the fate of the world. Life had a twisted sense of humor.
The conversation turned serious again once everyone had settled down.
Vali finally stopped sulking long enough to tell us the rest of what he knew.
“The Khaos Brigade isn’t just gathering magicians and strays,” he said, rubbing his neck, “They’re aligning with certain gods. Loki’s already pledged himself to the cause. He’s planning to trigger Ragnarok, and we’re supposed to help.”
Odin didn’t even look surprised as he sighed, “Of course he is. The bastard’s been trying to start it for centuries. But without proof, I can’t do anything to him. He has a surprising amount of support from some of my court.”
“Some of the other pantheons might be involved,” Vali continued direly, “I don’t know who, but I’ve heard whispers. Names are being kept secret even within the Brigade. Whatever’s coming, it’s big enough that Ophis herself is watching. She won’t participate, but some might be gifted her snake, so don’t expect an easy fight.”
That earned a collective groan from nearly everyone. Great. Because one world-ending threat clearly wasn’t enough.
Still, seeing the factions actually listening to each other, be it devils, angels, gods, and humans… At least it gave me some measure of hope.
If Odin’s stories were true, the world was older and more fragile than we realized. The least we could do was not break it any further.
Rias and Serafall spoke quietly near the corner after that, the latter reminding her about the Youth Devil Gathering scheduled for next month.
“Your brother will be there, of course,” Serafall added casually, earning an eye roll from Rias.
Then Sirzechs smiled that smug, older-brother smile, which made me uneasy —like my life was in his hands.
“Our parents want to meet your… lovers,” he said, glancing between Rias and me with a level of amusement that promised future pain.
Rias turned crimson, glaring at him. “Brother!”
I looked away and coughed, “Ah. Wonderful. Can’t wait to meet the in-laws, babe.”
Serafall grinned at me, and I vowed vengeance from the adorable and scary devil. I knew myself, and when I grew stronger than her, I would spank her for all the teasing I suffered now.
The meeting continued for an hour or so, planning our every move, but at least it was something. Things were dire, and probably worse than what anyone expected, but at least we were preparing. And there was nothing I could do but trust that it would be enough.
When we finally left the conference room, the night sky above Kuoh looked cleaner somehow, as if the chaos of the day had finally settled. The others were chatting behind me, Hermione and Fleur teasing Rias about our upcoming “family dinner”.
Mione was a bit embarrassed, but Fleur just wanted to tease the redhead. What she didn’t know was that her family would be next.
I didn’t like the idea of the French Wizards suffering from something like the Japanese. So, a meeting between our groups was needed. Hopefully, they would listen to it, seeing the seriousness of the situation.
I breathed in the cool air, feeling relaxed for the first time of the day.
“Finally over,” I muttered.
That’s when a burst of crimson fire flared a few meters ahead. The temperature spiked, the ground cracked slightly, and out of the flames stepped Iris, looking so smug that I was already feeling a headache.
“Well,” she said, dusting her hands off, “looks like I missed the fun.”
I decided to ignore the spec of blood on her cheek. That could wait another day. As well as a conversation about what we learnt from Odin.
“You could’ve warned me before teleporting right into my face, luv,” I said dryly.
She smirked. “What, and miss that expression? Not a chance.”
Comments
Bishop7053
Serafall is looking forward to the spanking and the inevitable backshots shes owed for making him deal with this bullshit
LothWolf
Talking about the personification of concepts reminds me of The Endless from DC who are the very concepts that they are name after https://youtu.be/B25jUzZWvwE?si=dcE-6BLi1KawJi5U
