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Chapter 78: Where Angels Fall.
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Celestial Ascendancy
Chapter 78: Where Angels Fall.
Elias Black.
Kuoh, Japan.
Four Days Later.
I watched everyone leaving the Hollow while I stayed behind for a bit. It was surprising how fast everything had come together, and having a few extra devils in the House helped. Not that I was complaining. Honestly, I’d missed my friends.
The strange feelings I had because of this situation were making me nervous.
Iris had suggested, almost absentmindedly, that we invite the other devil groups to train with us. Rias agreed, and with Seek and her Queen free, plus Sai and his peerage having nothing better to do, it all came together pretty easily. They’d arrived two days ago, and now, with Serafall moving her paperwork here, she decided to join in too.
To say she’d been surprised was an understatement.
But right now, I needed to do something. The Grimoire had been squirming inside my soul for a while, and since only my girls knew about it, and I wasn’t about to show the Satan my biggest secret, I told Iris to take everyone else away so I could make a few rolls.
Now that I was alone, I took the chance to fix the Hollow. My friends had gone wild, even more so after Serafall joined. Bubbly, cute personality aside… She was a monster. I wasn’t too proud to admit a fight against her would be interesting.
She was clearly stronger than I by a fair margin. Still, my abilities and my existence gave me a different kind of advantage if I wanted to push it. Even then… I wasn’t sure I’d win.
So yeah, I was more than happy with the Grimoire’s insistence on being called.
Heading back into the House, I closed it behind me with a sigh and dropped onto the sofa. Dobby popped in and informed me that everyone was waiting for me at Rias’s place to eat. Sweet sentiment, though I doubted everyone was waiting. And by that, I meant the damn cat who still tried to steal Dobby under my nose. Gluttonous bastard.
Whatever. I'd better hurry.
I called out the Grimoire, opened it carefully, and smiled when I saw the points available. Deciding to get it over with, I rolled, waiting expectantly as words began forming on the page.
[Kingly Gaze] [400 Points]
Heavy is the gaze of one as high as you are. Just standing before your eyes will make others feel the truth of what they are and exactly how low they are in comparison to you. Just by looking at a person, you can harm them with the weight of the shame and guilt they’ll immediately feel for opposing you. The weaker they are in comparison to you, the worse this effect will be. Those on your level or above will feel strained in their movements and slightly weakened. Still, the further below you someone is, the weaker they’ll be when in your sight and the more pain they’ll feel every second under your watchful eyes. If they’re as weak as a normal human or less, their minds will simply break from a single glance—unless you limit yourself to spare them.
Bought. 0 Celestial Points remaining.
I didn’t feel much change apart from a sting in my face, but in the back of my mind, there was a limiter. Completely instinctual.
I was thankful for that, because walking around killing every mortal who met my eyes didn’t sound like fun.
But this perk… this was awesome. It didn’t make me stronger, which was fine for me since I was still getting used to the “power-up” from my rebirth.
It wasn’t that I’d gotten physically stronger per se… it was that I wasn’t mortal anymore. As abnormal as I’d been before, I was worse now. My abilities had fewer restrictions; I could draw on the Aetherius as long as I wanted, even at higher output.
I still got headaches if I pushed too much, and my body still tired out, but the ceiling had grown a lot. It was as if my body had been remodeled by it and made ready for anything.
This perk solved a ton of problems. First, no more wasting energy on small fry. Just looking at them was enough, depending on how much weaker they were. And the fact that it worked on stronger beings, too, even as a debuff?
That was nice. I didn’t know how well it would stack against top-level enemies, but anything that helped me deal with them, or at least survive, was worth it.
Death was not something one surpassed that easily… I wasn’t afraid to admit that I might be traumatized by that event. And I for sure knew I didn’t want a repeat of it anytime soon, or ever, if I could get my way.
Smiling, I nodded to myself. Double-checking that my eyes were set to their lowest level, I stood and left the Hollow, ready to enjoy dinner with the most important people in my life.
I was only missing Sirius and the old man. Still, both were busy rebuilding a new Wizarding Britain inside Hogwarts’ wards.
Later.
I couldn’t help but stand there with twitching lips at the scene in front of me. Both Regulus and Sai were stuffing their mouths with the whole roasted pork Dobby had made only for the two of them. At the same time, Kuisha sat beside her King, wearing an apologetic expression. The rest of Sai’s peerage at least had the decency to wait. A few of them looked a little embarrassed, but I just waved it off. Sai was Sai, after all.
I took a seat between Rias and Iris. Everyone smiled and finally began eating, their excitement obvious. Even if they’d waited for me, the smell of the food had been tempting them to their limits.
Serafall was the first to dive in, letting out a moan of delight as her eyes lit up, “This is marvelous,” she squealed… thankfully after swallowing.
I wouldn’t have put it past her to talk with her mouth full, lessons of noble etiquette or not. She seems like the kind of person who would do it just for the joke, going against what she was taught. Something I liked about her.
It was something that I admittedly respected and even liked about devils. They were just so… free. Just as people should live their lives as long as they don’t harm anyone.
“That little house-elf is quite something,” she added happily. “This is genuinely better than some restaurants in the Underworld.”
I nodded, then sighed as I saw Sai and Regulus bobbing their heads like pecking chickens with their mouths still full. “I’ll be sure to let Dobby know.”
Seekvaira dabbed her lips with a napkin before speaking. “I was wondering, Eli,” she began.
I smiled at the use of the shortened name. It was nice to see she wasn’t acting all formal anymore.
“Uhu?” I asked, continuing to eat. It really was damn good.
“Do you think you could get more elves to work for us? Maybe even make them available to devils?”
I almost smirked at the way Sai’s entire peerage perked up at once.
“I believe Mione has something to say about that,” I chuckled, glancing at my wild-haired girlfriend.
She was biting her lip like she always did when she was thinking hard. Then she sighed, “It can be done,” she admitted, “but we need some assurances.”
Hermione launched into an explanation about how things worked back in Britain, and shamefully, how most wizarding families treated house-elves.
Their servitude mentality, the casual cruelty, all of it. She was really invested in this. And even if she hadn’t started the movement her canon counterpart did, there was no way she’d allow something like that here. Not when she knew how evil some devils could be. Nor would any of us, for that matter.
We had friends among the devils, the best of friends, honestly. But we weren’t blind to how some of their kind behaved because they were used to having power and control over what they perceived as lesser beings.
“I cannot, in good conscience, allow it,” Hermione finished, cheeks a little red but voice firm, “I read the laws regarding peerages, and the fact that the king is allowed to do whatever they want to their members does not fill me with faith.”
“But you still joined Rias’s peerage?” Serafall asked curiously.
“Everyone at this table is someone we trust,” Fleur said softly, making the devils present smile. “We know they will treat us well. They don’t take advantage of their peerages because they’re good people. But that doesn’t mean we like how others make use of them.”
Serafall sighed, looking uncharacteristically grim. “We had to make some allowances when we began our reign as Satans. Granting kings full control over their peerages was one of the concessions most Lords demanded in exchange for supporting us back then.”
“Understandable,” Iris huffed. “I cannot imagine dealing with a kind as long-lived as devils. Wizards are bad enough, and we’re not even close to how bad your lot can get. It must be stressful for you, Lady Serafall.”
The Satan just nodded and went back to eating in silence, her eyes distant. After a few minutes of Dobby’s special dinner, she slipped easily back into her bubbly self.
The laughter and small chatter around the table eventually settled into something quieter, more thoughtful.
“By the way, Serafall,” I began curiously, “I had meant to ask this before, but it escaped my mind. What did Azazel say when you talked to him? I’m sure Metatron’s presence must complicate things a fair bit.”
The shortstack perked up from where she was stuffing her face, and I grinned, seeing Sona let out a long-suffering sigh. She was too uptight, really. We were friends; she needed to chill.
“Yeah,” Serafall nodded, “Metatron's presence made this from what would be some admittedly dangerous kiddie thing to something that could reignite the very, very cold war. He said that he has no idea what Kokabiel is planning, and that he genuinely doubts that his plan is as simple as killing Rias and Sona. My presence and Metatron must have spooked him into something else, but he also has no other options, so he will attack.”
“Then?” I tilted my head, “What is he planning to do?”
“He said that he will send someone to help; he should arrive today or tomorrow. He didn’t give me a set date.” She sighed, “Let’s just hope he is as useful as Azy made it sound.”
“You really trust that he has nothing to do with this?” Iris asked curiously, and I nodded, thinking the same thing.
Serafall nodded firmly, “Azazel is perhaps the least leader interested in war out of the Abrahamic faction. He is not a helicopter mom with his members, but he always tries to keep them clean enough. But well… we all have our bad apples, so we can’t even fault him.”
I grunted for a second and allowed the silence to return. Still, Sona was the first to lean forward, fixing her sister with that same calculating gaze that could probably scare off entire boardrooms of old purebloods.
“Lady Leviathan,” she began, her voice serious, “since you are here with us today… Could you give us some honest pointers? Things we should focus on, weaknesses we may not see, habits that need breaking. I want you to be sincere.”
Serafall actually pouted at that, puffing out her cheeks like a sulky child. “So mean, So-tan. You want your cute big sister to criticize you in front of everyone?” She clasped her hands dramatically, like she’d been betrayed.
But after a beat, her eyes softened, and she nodded. “Fine, fine. But you asked for it.”
Her playful aura dimmed a little as she sat straighter, the Satan side of her slipping into place.
“Let’s start with you, So-tan,” she said. “Your control over your demonic power is excellent, honestly better than most adults I’ve seen. Your peerage is balanced, and they cover each other’s weak spots almost flawlessly. But…” her tone sharpened even as she looked apologetic, “your overall firepower is lacking. Against an opponent who can tank hits or overwhelm your defenses, your perfect teamwork and tactics won’t be enough.”
Sona inclined her head, saying nothing as she closed her eyes. She sighed before nodding firmly.
Serafall continued, “You should all focus on increasing your raw demonic power output. Get used to pouring more energy into attacks, even if it drains you, so your limit rises over time. And don’t leave your new member lagging behind. Saji has potential, but he’s green as a cucumber. He needs to be caught up with the rest quickly, or he’ll become a liability.”
Sona didn’t flinch; she just adjusted her glasses and gave a sharp nod. “Understood, you have my thanks, sister.”
Serafall smiled faintly, clearly proud despite her words. Then she turned to Seekvaira.
“As for you,” she began, her expression warming a little, “your family’s magic is… exquisite. Time manipulation is no small feat, and you’ve mastered it far earlier than most of your House ever dreamed. And your Queen? He is Impressive. For your age, both your poise and composure are remarkable.”
Seekvaira allowed herself a tiny, satisfied smile.
“You work well together, you’re strong right now, but…” Serafall tapped her fork against her plate, “You need to think ahead. Your peerage is thin. Eventually, you’ll be outpaced simply by numbers if you don’t start filling those gaps. Look for members who can anchor you in areas you’re lacking before your enemies exploit it.”
Seekvaira inclined her head gracefully, “I’ll consider it. Thank you, Lady Leviathan.”
Then came Sairaorg.
Serafall turned to him, blinking once, then just… stared. The table went quiet as she regarded him blankly. Finally, she shook her head with a small laugh. “You really are something, aren’t you?”
Sairaorg grinned, full of confidence and raw energy.
“You might be the strongest among the younger devils already,” Serafall admitted, “Reaching Ultimate-class with your sacred gear is no joke. Your peerage is well-crafted, too, as everyone complements each other, and you’ve clearly trained them hard. But…” she hesitated, almost looking guilty, “your lack of demonic power is a glaring weakness. It will always hold you back against certain opponents.”
Sai just waved her words off, completely unbothered.
His grin widened, and he leaned forward, and I could swear I saw fire in his eyes, “I know my shortcomings. I’ve known them since I first stepped onto the training field. But that’s why I’ll surpass them. I’ll overcome it, and I’ll become a Satan regardless. My fists and my will are more than enough!”
The conviction in his voice filled the room. Even Serafall blinked, taken aback, before chuckling warmly.
I couldn’t help but beam at him. “We’ll help you,” I said suddenly, making him blink at me. “Me, Hermione, Iris, Fleur. Wizards fight differently, and our versatility will allow you to prepare against most magical enemies. If you want to push past your limits, get used to fighting enemies like us. Plan around it. You’ll need it someday.”
Sairaorg’s grin grew feral, and I found myself responding in kind, “Then I’ll hold you to it!”
Serafall wasn’t done. Her gaze shifted to Rias.
“You,” she said softly, almost warmly. “Your family will be so proud when they realize how much you’ve grown. What you showed in your Rating Game already proved your strength, but what I’ve seen since then…” she shook her head in wonder. “You’ve improved. Out of everyone here, your peerage might genuinely have the greatest potential.”
Rias’s cheeks flushed at the praise, though she tried to keep her composure.
“Two witches,” Serafall continued, gesturing toward Pranitha and Hermione. “Two Longinus users. Kiba, with his unique Sacred Gear, is holy and demonic at once. A queen capable of wielding Holy power. A nekoshou. And you, their King.” Her eyes softened, before her face tightened, “But you’re too sentimental. Most of you are. Sentiment has its place, but in war? It will kill you.”
Rias lowered her gaze slightly, but Serafall’s following words softened the blow. “Though perhaps Hermione’s presence will help with that. Even with the short time I’ve seen her, she’s scarily smart. Scarily cold when she needs to be. That will balance you.”
Hermione flushed, but lifted her chin proudly.
Then, inevitably, Iris leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “And what about me?”
Serafall actually shuddered, “You? You… I don’t even know what you are. It’s unfair to fight you. It’s absurd.”
Iris’s grin grew wider, her green eyes shining in amusement.
“You have the versatility of a wizard, the raw firepower of a devil, and regeneration that outstrips even the Phenex clan. Your body is absurdly durable, your physical strength is better than average, and then there’s your… magic. That strange ability to affect spells directly, to pierce resistances…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “You are broken.”
Iris puffed out her chest, pride practically radiating off her, and nodded graciously. “Thank you.” Then she tilted her head. “But what should I focus on now?”
Serafall pursed her lips, thinking hard. “Touki,” she finally said. “I saw you use it, but it’s not something you must have focused on. Learn it and master it. Then weapon handling. You’ve got the raw stats, Iris, but with Touki reinforcing your body and weapons to channel it through, you’ll be unstoppable.”
Iris gave a firm nod, looking thankful, “Then that’s what I’ll do.”
I leaned back in my seat, grinning as the spotlight shifted away from Iris. “And what about me?” I asked teasingly, tilting my head toward Serafall. “Got any advice for the poor little human?”
For a long moment, Serafall just stared at me blankly. Then she shook her head with a laugh and slumped dramatically against her chair.
“When did boys grow so fierce?” she groaned. “If that little cutie-pie is absurd, I don’t even know what to call you.”
I smirked, but kept quiet, waiting for her to actually continue.
Her expression sobered as she leaned forward again. “I don’t even know where to start with you. Your holy magic alone is as potent as some of the archangels I’ve met. But with this… peculiarity. If you don’t wish it so, it doesn’t act like a counter to our kind. In fact, it can heal us, just like adorable Asia’s Sacred Gear. But if you do wish so…” she trailed off, her lips tightening, “you’re a complete counter to devils.”
She muttered under her breath, “That’s above my pay grade…”
Iris immediately burst out laughing, slapping the table. “There’s no higher pay grade than yours!”
Serafall’s lips quirked, “Touché.”
She sighed, then pointed her fork at me. “And then there’s your ice magic. Which is easily high-tier by itself. But what really scares me, Elias, is your talent. Most people, regardless of their race, have one or two areas where they excel. You?”
She began ticking off her fingers. “Special fire. High-level ice. Shadow manipulation. Stealth. Healing magic that doesn’t just patch wounds, it also amplifies your own regeneration. Versatility like I’ve never seen. Add in those instincts, the way you think outside the box, your resistance to mental influence, your strange weapons…” She shuddered lightly, giving me a sharp look. “If you were our enemy, I’d be campaigning to have someone deal with you before you could grow any further. And even then, I fear it will be too late.”
The table went quiet at that. I didn’t fault her for thinking that, and I doubted my girls would do the same. Did we agree? Probably not, but we understood. Now more so than ever, since we were taking care of Wizarding Britain.
I burst out laughing, shaking my head to lessen the tension. “Relax. I like Rias. I like all of you. As scary as I might look from your perspective, I have zero interest in attacking your kind unless I’m forced. I don’t hate devils. I don’t hate anyone. Not unless they give me a damn good reason.”
Serafall’s expression softened. For a second, she just smiled at me, genuinely. Then her eyes sharpened again, the Satan returning to the surface.
“But there’s one thing I noticed about you, Elias. One flaw.”
I arched my brow, “Oh?”
“You rely too much on your holy light,” she said bluntly, “Yes, it’s your most potent magic. Yes, it terrifies everyone here… including me. But you’re too linear with it. You’ve got holy power, somehow, in a way no one understands. Why haven’t you experimented with it more? Enhancing your ice, your fire, even your shadows with holy properties? Holy fire, holy ice, holy darkness. Think about how broken that would be. You’re wasting potential by keeping it in its own little box.”
I frowned, but I couldn’t deny she had a point.
She leaned back, raising a brow at me like she was daring me to argue. “You’ve got all the tools, Elias. You just need to start mixing them together. If you do…” she blew out a low whistle. “You’ll stop being holy and start being unholy. You all have potential. Use it.”
The table chuckled uneasily at the choice of words. I shook my head, amused despite myself.
But before I could respond, the ground trembled.
Not just the House, the town. Plates rattled, cups spilled, and every head at the table snapped up at once. My chest tightened. That feeling…
And then, through the windows, I saw it as my third eye opened without me thinking about it. A spear of metal is tearing through the night sky.
My body locked up instantly. It was nearly identical to the one that had killed me. I could feel my breath coming in rapid pants, and my memories went into overdrive.
And it was heading straight for the church.
The explosion caved in the ceiling, obliterated the wards, and sent a shockwave across Kuoh.
Iris Potter.
I quickly grabbed the table as everyone ran toward the massive window in Rias’s absurdly large House. My eyes sharpened as the blinding light from the spear finally faded, revealing three figures outside the church.
The Archangel Metatron, someone I hadn’t even known existed before our first meeting, was clutching his side, a deep gash carved across his abdomen. I squinted, my vision prickling until the blur cleared.
I gasped. Black pus oozed from the wound, and sweat rolled down his face.
“We need to hurry,” Serafall said quickly. Then she froze, her voice dropping to a whisper. “That’s… impossible.”
I followed her gaze upward and felt my breath hitch. Two figures hovered above Metatron. Fallen angels. One, with a twisted, elvish-looking face and ears, grinned maniacally. The other, handsome with silver hair, stood at his side. Both bore twelve black wings.
“Didn’t you say Kokabiel was a ten-winged fallen?” I muttered, cold sweat trailing down my neck. “Because I could swear, I’m not that blind.”
“He was, I swear,” Serafall said, deadly serious as the two began attacking the lone Seraph, who was too busy protecting the two exorcists to strike back.
“Eli, what do we do?” I asked, but no answer came.
I turned. Elias stood frozen, horror etched across his face. His arm trembled, his jaw clenched, but his eyes never left the devastation outside.
“Eli?!” I rushed to him, my chest tightening when he flinched the moment my hand touched his arm. “Baby, what’s happening? Are you okay?”
The others noticed instantly. Rias, Akeno, Fleur, Hermione, all his girls, approached carefully, worry etched into every face, their eyes flicking between the collapsing church and Elias’s shaking form.
“That spear,” Elias murmured, voice breaking. “It feels just like the one at the Ministry.”
And then we understood.
None of us had truly let go of what happened that day. We buried it under new battles, new victories, new responsibilities... but it was still there, gnawing in silence.
And Eli… he’d been carrying the heaviest weight of all. He acted fine, and we didn't push him as hard as we should have.
That had been a mistake.
“It was the one that killed me,” he whispered, broken.
I opened my mouth, the others too, desperate to say something, anything really, but someone beat us to it.
A sharp crack split the air as Serafall’s hand struck his cheek.
The room went dead quiet. Elias blinked, the spiral breaking as Serafall stood before him, not the bubbly older sister we knew, but a Satan with cold and demanding eyes.
“Get it together, Elias,” she said firmly. “You’re not alone this time. You hear me? Whatever happened back then, you have all of us here now. We don’t have time for you to fall apart.”
Elias’s lips parted as if to argue, but Serafall kept her hand against his cheek, her voice softening just slightly. “It’s okay to be scared. It’s not okay to let it stop you.”
The tension shattered. Elias exhaled, the trembling easing as his gaze finally shifted from the shattered church to us. His eyes were still haunted, but now they were alive, sharp.
He nodded once, and his aura burst outward like a tidal wave, shattering the wall in front of us. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Serafall smiled faintly and tapped his cheek with her fingers. “That’s better. Now, let’s move before they hurt Metatron any more.”
Elias’s eyes widened in sudden alarm. “We need to hurry. The spear that killed me was drenched in Samael’s blood! it destroys Holy Power like nothing else!”
Before we could move, a massive magic circle flared to life above the two Fallen as they poured their power into it. We braced for impact, but… nothing happened.
No, that wasn’t true. A crack split open in the sky itself.
Something bigger than anything I had ever seen clawed its way through. A gargantuan bluish-black claw ripped the rift wider, followed by another. Then a snout, monstrous and steaming with corruption, forced its way out.
The Dragon roared, the sound shattering every window in Kuoh.
But that wasn’t all. The ground split open as streets caved in. From the sewers and beneath the earth, monsters poured out. Dozens, no… hundreds. They swarmed, attacking anything in sight, blackened claws carving gashes into stone and steel while their venom dissolved everything it touched. From property damage to unlucky civilians on their way.
Elias moved first. His power surged higher, unmistakably Aetherius, and the night itself bent under it. A sun ignited high above, opposite the emerging Dragon, bathing Kuoh in holy light.
He raised a hans and thousands of golden arrows rained down, striking everything corrupted. Another motion, and weapons appeared around him. He tossed them toward the devils, placing a gem-encrusted sword in Sai’s knight’s hands, while a bow clattered to the floor.
Serafall snapped into command. “Rias, Sona, Seekvaira, you and your peerages protect the civilians. Whatever they’re planning, we can’t let them slaughter innocents. Do whatever it takes. I’ll handle the consequences.”
“Sairaorg, Iris, Elias, follow me!” she barked, vanishing in a flash.
Elias turned, smiling confidently at us. “I trust you all to do the right thing. I believe in you… Take care.”
A thunderclap split the air as he disappeared, and I smiled. My Eli was back.
Another thunderclap rumbled in the distance. I caught sight of him, facing the Dragon as it tore its way through the rift, Durindana glowing in his grip.
He clapped his hands together, and thousands of holy threads snapped outward, binding the beast. With a mighty pull, he dragged it across the sky. He drew in a breath, cocked his arm back, and hurled his spear after it, the weapon tearing reality itself as it flew.
The Fallen stared at him, stunned. Then they sneered and pressed their assault against Metatron.
“You heard him, everyone!” I shouted, pride swelling in my chest as I watched our forces rally. “Give them hell, yeah?”
Sai caught my eye and whistled, Touki flaring golden around him. Magic swirled like wisps of fire until Regulus merged with him in a blaze of light.
I grinned, reached out my hand, and he laughed, grabbing it before crouching low. With a single jump, we shot through the air, landing beside Serafall, who stood glaring at the Fallen like death incarnate.
Before we could charge, a cry pulled our attention.
“Please, help him!” the brown-haired exorcist sobbed, struggling to hold Metatron upright. The Archangel coughed black blood, and my stomach dropped as I saw his pristine wings flicker... white feathers tainted black.
Metatron threw up black blood, and I was horrified seeing the same injury from before looking as if it was expanding. He coughed and coughed, using the two exorcists as support.
“What do you think, Metatron!?” Kokabiel laughed, sneering as he mocked the Archangel, “What does it feel like to fall? And all thanks to dear old pops.”
Metatron couldn’t speak, just glared harder at the two fallen above.
I felt as if I was struck by lightning with an idea.
“Eli might be able to help!” I told them, and I saw hope returning to Metatron's dull, almost dead eyes.
They looked around, and their faces fell as they saw that he was battling the Dragon in the mountain; the impacts could be felt from here.
I then remembered something and sent an amused smirk to the Archangel, “Trust him… like you all preach. Have a little faith. He will return on time. Because he is aware.”
“And how do you know?!” Xenovia screamed in grief, seeing the Archangel fall right before her eyes. My eyes softened because they must have felt horrible since he got injured protecting them.
“Because I know him,” I said softly, my eyes widening as one of the monsters appeared behind Irina and lifted its claws. My magic roared behind me, but something beat me to it. Eli’s light rained down from the sun, smiting the monster until nothing remained.
Metatron gasped, feeling the light so close to him, and his blackening wings turned white for a second, the corruption lessening.
“Take him to Asia, and keep him near the light until Eli returns,” I ordered, scowling when they just looked dumbstruck at the carnage from a distance, “NOW!”
The two exorcists jumped and nodded, and they took the Archangel with them.
I sighed in relief, hoping that Eli would finish on time. But I notice his gaze landing on the angel before he vanished. He must be aware of the situation.
Looking above, I glared at the two Fallen above, who were looking with a mix of sneer, contempt, and hate.
“Nothing can cleanse Samael’s blood, girlie,” the silver-haired spat, and I grinned at him, feeling my magic solidify into a black sword.
“Then you know nothing,” I spat in his direction, exchanging a glance with Serafall and Sai, who were looking serious.
“But I will show you something you lack,” I continued, feeling my magic prepare inside of me. Within a blink, I was behind Kokabiel, sword in hand, and murmured into his ears one of his last words he would ever hear, “Death.”
Real author's note: Yes, I know I'm evil for the cliff haha. But I wanted to focus properly on the fights to give them enough weight to each one. But I learned my lesson, so don't think I'll drag it out. Maybe all fights will be done the next chap, maybe I'll leave Eli's for chap 80, plus the very important aftermath of the event. Who knows. But yeah, no more than two. So, for next week by this time this arc should be done.
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More? 📈🔥
Hae-Hyuk Shin
I really enjoyed this one, it's a very good lead up to the eventual fight scenes and makes me all the more excited for them!
Iori Daemona Angel
Damn it it was getting good, author xD
IreliaFans
You are evil. Damn good author but Evil. Rizevim would tip his hat at you.
