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Chapter 76: A Presence Unveiled.
🕑 Added 2025-08-14 09:25:41 +0000 UTCCelestial Ascendancy
Chapter 76: A Presence Unveiled.
One week later.
Elias Black.
Hogwarts.
“Come back home, our son,” some voices whispered into my ear. I could feel some weird, spectral hands embracing me, but as strange as they felt, I couldn’t notice anything more than love, longing, and pure warmth.
I woke with a start, with sweat matting my skin, an otherworldly chill crawling over me and raising goosebumps across my body. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. For a moment, I was confused, scanning the room until my eyes landed on the sleeping forms of my girls.
That sight calmed me… a little.
These dreams had been repeating ever since I first heard those voices in the Veil room.
In essence, they were the same, always probing me to return “home”, a place where I belonged, making me feel something I had never felt, family love. But I didn’t know what to believe, and even if I thought my parents, both of whom were maybe alive, I didn’t know what to do or when to do it.
The voices were always the same, weird, but male and female at the same time.
Who knew… Maybe my father, Regulus, was alive, together with my mother.
I knew that his life had progressed the same until he took Voldemort’s Horcrux, hell… I had asked Kreacher just for curiosity what had happened that night, and it was the same. He saw, in person, my father being dragged inside the water by the inferi.
I didn’t think much of it because he might have had me before that moment, since Iris, Mione, and I were the same age. But… could it be that he survived and had me later? Or, simply… he survived? Went with my mother to the fae lands after dropping me into the orphanage?
I didn’t know what to do… but I wasn’t ready to face them yet. I was not prepared to risk everything by opening the portal and going inside. Not yet.
But I would. Because I needed answers.
Maybe I was just tired. More tired than usual, if I’m honest. With everything going on, I’ve been stretched thin. War wasn’t just about killing the other side and being done with it. It never worked that way.
Part of me had hoped it would be that easy. Mainly because it’s not like there’s anyone left to go against us in Britain. They’re long gone. Our side controls the government now.
But even with that advantage, the problems keep piling up from outside the Wizarding world.
The one good thing? We’re not hurting for money. I can turn almost anything into gold, and I don’t have to worry about that knowledge getting out, not when every part of the government is standing behind me.
Everyone had been gobsmacked by the existence of the rag. Not that I could fault them, because the thing was obviously absurd. Still, the ones in the know, mainly Amelia, Sirius, and Dumbledore, couldn't believe it.
The funniest part was seeing Dumbledore studying the thing that replicated his teacher's most prized possession and failing to understand it at all.
No, the worst part isn’t the politics or the logistics. It’s that every single faction in Britain is trying to meet with me. Not the government. Not Dumbledore. Not even my girls. Me. And only me.
It’s… exhausting. Genuinely exhausting. Everyone wants a piece of me, and even with all my advantages, I’m running ragged. It’s not physical tiredness… honestly, I’m not sure I can get physically tired anymore unless I’m in a fight. Still, my mind is starting to lag behind. And I was being dragged by admittedly essential things, but I just wanted to relax with my girls.
Tedious doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Take the royal wizards. Lady Isadora was surprisingly blunt when we spoke.
She admitted outright that they had nothing that could stop me if I decided to become a problem. And since the only person in Britain who could be said to be anywhere near my level is my girlfriend… Well, the Royal Family panicked. Hard.
According to her, they’ve been holding multiple closed-door meetings about me and my group, and, as she put it, the only ideas being thrown around were “stupid” and “stupider.”
From trying to contain me, to threatening me through my loved ones, and a dozen other idiotic suggestions. The usual when dealing with families that have been in power for a long time. They didn’t like the fact that there was another big fish, bigger, in fact, near them.
I remember my temper flaring when Isadora said all that. My magic spiked before I could stop it, and the air in the room heated a few degrees. Iris’s hand found my shoulder as she held me gently, and I felt the edge of my anger ease.
Isadora flinched a bit, but she was surprisingly… calm.
She just went on, explaining that as the Royal Magicians, her order, the ones tasked with protecting the Crown, had told the Royal Family, bluntly, that the entire conversation was a moot point. If I ever decided to be a problem, they simply couldn’t stop me. Not with spells, not with wards, not with their entire order combined.
Not unless they called a bigger fish for help, which was something none of us wanted.
Hell, just the Asgardians were enough here, and that wasn’t talking about the main pantheon that should be… close to us. The Celts.
It was fortunate that Odin mentioned he was close to Lugh, their God of light, and that he personally allowed Odin, and by extension, the Asgardians, to ease us into the supernatural world. For some reason Odin didn't explain at lenght.
But that was for another time… I didn’t want to think about that right now.
I shook my head and focused on Isadora’s actions during our conversation.
Isadora waved my anger off like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Later, she said they’d managed to convince the royals to go with the simplest plan possible.
I still remember her sighing, saying, “Simple doesn’t mean they liked it.”
The plan was basically to be decent, to treat me well, keep relations reasonable, and make sure I never had a reason to erase them. No chains, no threats, no games. Just… not pissing me off.
And honestly? It was the best plan for all of us. I never saw myself as a conqueror or anything like that. Hell, the only reason why I was so invested in Britain and the veil was for my sake, to learn about my fucking family that left me alone.
I didn’t know if I would hug them or kick them when I met them, but I would get the damn answers I wanted. Someday in the future.
Thinking about it now, it was almost funny. Almost.
Then my mind wandered to that meeting with the Royal Family itself. You could smell the nerves in the room. Even with twenty Royal Magicians standing around as security, they couldn’t hide the way their hands twitched or their eyes darted whenever I moved.
Honestly, the Royal Wizards were strong, at the very least ten high-class magicians and the rest being mid-class, a force that could have cowed Hogwarts’ staff back then.
I let out a slow sigh, shaking my head. Carefully, I slid out of bed, trying not to disturb the girls. My steps were quiet as I crossed to the window.
The Hogwarts grounds stretched out beneath the early light, familiar and calm. I rested a hand against the frame and stared out, letting my thoughts drift with the breeze.
Hogwarts felt… different now. Safer. Even with the scars the War left behind, there was something here the political halls in London would never have… a bond between everyone living inside. The castle didn’t pretend, it didn’t scheme.
But it wasn’t just the Royal Family that needed dealing with before I could walk away. Two other forces had made their interest in me very clear: the Pendragons and the Golden Dawn.
The Pendragons came first. They’d been polite enough, I’ll give them that.
No hidden insults, no veiled barbs. Just measured questions and the kind of scrutiny you’d expect from a family that still clings to the idea of chivalry. They wanted to see what kind of man I was, what kind of power I carried, and most importantly, whether I could be relied on if Britain’s borders were threatened again.
One thing that attracted my attention was that the person who came was not the head of the family, but his younger brother. I didn’t know if it was because he thought less of us, or it was simply a way to ensure their leadership would be intact in case I proved violent or for another reason, but I did find it strange.
Not like I cared enough about them to feel insulted.
I didn’t give them a promise, not precisely. What I did offer was a line in the sand.
I wouldn’t play their political games, but I wouldn’t stand aside if the Isles were attacked. That was enough to earn a nod and a handshake. They got what they wanted, and I got them out of my hair, for now.
Then there was the Golden Dawn.
They never wasted time on pleasantries. Everything about them was sharp, blunt, and honestly, a bit too much.
They dressed their words in civility, but their meaning was obvious; no more supernatural incidents like the War. Not if I wanted their support to remain unshaken. They didn’t threaten me, not outright. Still, there was weight in their warning, the kind they felt because they had many, many more connections to the wide supernatural world than any other force.
And I agreed. Not because they told me to, but because they weren’t wrong.
What happened during the War was… loud. Too loud and bloody. I couldn’t keep drawing attention like that without risking something bigger than even I could handle.
And I wasn’t egotistical enough to believe I could handle everything, even with everything I had. Odin’s presence was a stark reminder that I still had a long way to go.
I knew that comparing myself to a God like him was absurd. The fact that I could probably trade a few blows with someone like Serafall, whom I met in Rias’s rating game at my age, was even more so. But I will get there.
I just knew it, ever since I returned from that conversation with what was, according to Odin, the will inside the system, the God of the bible left behind, I was something more. Something not mortal anymore.
Not a god, not by a long shot. But I was divine. The faith I could feel trickling inside of me even now was clear proof of that.
So that was that. The three most influential forces in Britain are all addressed.
The Royal Family pacified, the Pendragons satisfied, the Golden Dawn placated. All the loose ends tied off, all the doors either closed or left cracked open just enough to walk back through if I had to.
And from outside Britain? Well, the only one interested was one I called myself, so the blame lay entirely on me.
Flashback start.
“Hey…” The door swung open with a bang as two people stepped inside. The first was an older man dressed the way most purebloods imagined their ancestors looked in their heyday. The second was a woman with a fair complexion and long blonde hair cascading down her back.
The man’s mouth was already open to greet us, but he froze mid-word, the last vowel of his greeting never making it out. The blonde woman behind him gave him a puzzled look before her gaze landed on me. Her expression softened, and she smiled warmly. With quick steps, she moved past him and tugged at his hand.
“Hello again, Lavinia.” I smiled at the magician. “It’s been a while.”
“Mister Black,” she nodded politely. “My apologies for not being able to help during that battle… I was busy assisting some friends in hunting an old enemy of mine who’s been making moves in Shinto territory.”
“Just call me Elias,” I said with a wave and a smile. “And don’t worry. While your help would have been appreciated, everything worked out in the end.”
“I didn’t expect this, coming here,” Mephisto spoke for the first time, his voice unusually serious. I had only met him once before, but this wasn’t the demeanor I remembered.
Then, a wide grin split his face. “How I wish my Queen were here... he would have found your existence most amusing.”
And there it was, the Devil I remembered.
“Lord Pheles, a pleasure to meet you again.” I nodded and shook his hand. He returned the gesture eagerly, his eyes shining, the grin on his face growing with each second until it almost began to unsettle me.
“Before we get into whatever it is you’ve sensed,” I said with a knowing smile, because like Odin, he could clearly read what had happened to me, “let me introduce you to my girlfriends and the others here.”
I gestured around the room. “The old man is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. He used to hold a lot of important positions, but after the War… Well, things happened.” My voice dipped slightly; no matter what I did, I couldn’t undo the damage Voldemort had left him with. “To my right is my uncle, Sirius Black, and beside him are my girlfriends. Iris, Hermione, and Fleur.”
“And finally, Rossweise. Though looking at your expression, you probably already met her.”
The girls smiled, and Mephisto bent to kiss each of their hands before returning to his seat, lingering on Iris with nearly the same look of marvel he had given me.
“Indeed, I did,” He smiled politely at the Nord, “I had the pleasure of meeting her some time ago. I’m honestly surprised at seeing her here instead of Odin’s side.”
“I believe these were special circumstances,” I replied with twitching lips, which he only laughed softly and nodded.
“This is Mephisto Pheles, and Lavinia Reni,” I told the others, even though I’d already done so once before.
“How marvelous,” Mephisto said after drinking from the cup that appeared in front of us, “I had felt something almost nostalgic from you the first time we met, Elias… but who would have thought that this would happen.”
“I assure you, this was a surprise to all of us,” I grinned a bit, “Who would have thought this would happen? Even someone as old and wise as Odin was left stumped… I believe I heard him cursing someone high above.”
I only said this because Asia was missing from our group, still in her flying lessons with Ginny and Luna. I didn’t call her because, honestly, seeing her blinding smile made me feel so good, and she didn’t know, nor didn’t want to participate in supernatural politics.
And I also doubted she would be good at them.
The devil burst out laughing at that, almost tearing up from amusement, “That does sound like the Odin I know.”
“Can you tell us what happened, Elias? We’ve heard things, but honestly, we don’t know what to believe,” Lavinia asked from her seat. “I admit I’m interested in knowing the fate of Walburga.”
I smiled a bit predatorily at that. I knew that Walburga’s death could be said to be something of a footnote in the War thanks to Odin’s interference, but honestly… I was glad she was gone.
What she had done to the Incinerate Anthem still pissed me off to this day. The sheer gall of a human meddling with something so pure, something that ended up being connected to me.
I told them the details of the final battle, from the attack of the fifteen Ultimate-class magicians, to my death, to my rebirth, which earned a deep laugh from Mephisto. I avoided saying anything about Heaven’s system, at least for now.
Then, to me returning, Iris killing Voldemort, and the moment I killed Walburga and took her sacred gear. That, much to my chagrin, was still clinging to me like a newborn to its father.
No matter how much I coaxed it, it didn’t want to come out. But I could feel its walls wavering, and I just needed to push it a bit more.
It’s not like I planned to abandon it. It was a part of me, and I would give it to someone I knew would take care of it. I planned to be close… always.
“That… doesn’t make sense,” Lavinia frowned cutely, “Hexennatch had at maximum four Ultimate class magicians, nothing more… and even with their allies, they still fell short of reaching the fifteen wizards you mentioned.”
“Indeed,” Mephisto rubbed his goatee, looking quite interested while everyone else waited for him to speak, “Also, the fact that Odin was late even to save the day doesn't make sense. Someone else must have interfered.”
“That’s our guess,” Hermione nodded thoughtfully, still looking at Mephisto with bright eyes. She was super excited to meet someone as old and famous as him. Odin didn’t count, and I supposed that him being a god was what made her nervous to speak as much as she wanted, but with the devil, she was a bit more open.
Probably because the gulf between him and me was pretty small, much to my surprise. He was strong, don’t get me wrong… but nah, I’d win.
He was a devil after all, and I was his absolute counter. I didn’t believe he didn't have anything hidden just in case, but I was feeling pretty confident, even if he was a bit stronger than me.
“Lord Odin mentioned something about another God helping the Hexennatch hide from his view. We’re assuming that that’s how they obtained the extra forces. Still, we don’t know why, or who, for that matter,” Mione continued, biting her lower lip as she often did when she was thinking hard.
“The spear you mentioned does bring me bad memories,” Mephisto frowned a bit, “Can you perhaps tell me exactly what you felt? I know that asking about the time you died might be insensitive, but… a weapon capable of doing that to someone like you needs to be investigated.”
I thought hard, even shuddering for a moment as I tried to remember that moment. I had avoided thinking about that ever since it happened, because it honestly rattled me. Feeling your own mortality was sure of that. But now, I tried.
“It’s strange,” I let out a breath and smiled when the girls put their hands on my back, “First of all… they didn’t have that spear present at the time. Given the amount of damage it caused, they would have used it before I killed the majority of them. So, either it was a last-chance type of spell, or simply, most didn’t know about its existence.”
“It could be both,” Lavinia mused softly.
I nodded at her, “The spell summoned the spear, I believe. They spent a bit of time charging the spell, which was taxing for them. The spear was metallic, and it was covered in runes I didn’t recognize. But it felt wrong… like it was something that went against what I am. Something unholy. Also... slimy.”
Mephisto was serious as he looked at me and lifted his hand, a ball of slimy fluid formed on top of it, some of it falling and eating through the floor, “Something like this?”
Hermione and Fleur tightened their hands around my shoulders while Dumbledore looked curiously with an aghast expression. As if he didn’t know if he should be impressed or disgusted.
I understood him because the green orb felt wrong to my senses, but nothing compared to the damn spear that took my life.
“No… yes,” I shook my head, “It’s similar, but lessened by a lot. If you want to scale it, this one is a four; the spear was a ten. I have never felt something so against me in my whole life.”
I stood up and approached him, and grabbed the ball under his wide eyes. I felt the sting, I couldn’t lie, but with the will of my magic, the green orb was consumed under my light.
“I’m obviously more powerful now than I was at that moment,” I sent a slight wink at Lavinia, who looked curiously but impressed, “But I doubt I could do much against that spear with this amount of force.”
“It felt as if it corrupted everything holy,” I finished softly, my hand clenching the air.
“That’s what I feared,” Mephisto sighed, “It reminds me of something from a long time ago… The Dragon Eater's blood.”
Flashback end.
That had been an uncomfortable conversation. At first, we didn’t even understand what he was talking about, but as he explained, I couldn’t help but grasp, and honestly, fear, the being he was talking about.
The Dragon Eater, Samael. An angel God punished by turning it into a snake, also called the evil intention of God.
Known to the world as the greatest anti-dragon weapon in existence, but what most didn’t know, or chose to ignore, was that it hated anything holy. A being overflowing with hate, jealousy, and suffering.
I shook my head. Better not dwell on it. Mephisto offered to ask around to see how it could be possible, since Samael was supposed to be sealed in Cocytus… but he also mentioned that some old beings, even some gods, might have his blood, simply because they’d lived long enough to acquire it.
It didn’t answer our questions, but… what could we do? I’d probably bring it up to Odin the next time we meet.
Then Mephisto decided to do something similar to Odin, offering an alliance of sorts.
With the pact broken, and despite us not having drawn much attention from the wider supernatural world, his magician organization, Grauzauberer, could help us a lot.
He offered spaces for some of our people to join his, as part of an exchange program. His only requirements: under twenty, and primarily interested in alchemy and potions, though other branches of magic were available, even if he said that it would help us less in the long run, since firepower was not lacking right now as long as we didn't offend a big faction.
The main reason for the offer was my potential assistance in a future event. Martial aid, in case they were in danger. In return, we’d get skilled alchemists who could use their craft to benefit the newly formed Wizarding Britain.
Who knows, mixing the knowledge of both worlds could lead to interesting things.
I was hesitant, obviously. But it wasn’t much to ask, given they were pretty isolationist. And they had five Ultimate-class beings: two professors, Lavinia, Mephisto, and his Queen, a dragon named Tannin.
Adding Iris and me to that lineup? Not bad. Plus one more, once I convince the Incinerate Anthem to go with Fleur. Then we’d have two Longinus, a messiah, a devil older than the current Satans, and a terrifying dragon.
I might still be traumatized after meeting Great Red…
The grimoire stirred inside my soul, and I grinned. I’d been waiting for this since it told me a perk was locked. Then, I felt something click.
Shadows twisted erratically around me, from the familiar ones I’d long controlled, before gaining a red hue that heated the air. With a mental nudge, the red shifted to green.
It was harder to control, draining much more magic, but wherever I directed it, pillars of flame burst from the ground. Small ones, I was being careful for my girls, but strong enough to rattle the windows.
Iris stirred in her sleep, snuggling closer to Fleur, and I smiled.
Britain was home… but I missed Kuoh. More importantly, I missed Rias and Akeno.
It was a good time for another journey.
Serafall’s PoV
Serafall couldn’t help but sigh at what was happening. Things had spiraled out of control, and she couldn’t help but blame Rias, and the cutie her boyfriend was.
She almost snorted, remembering the scene of Rias practically sucking his soul out in front of her family after the rating game. Not that she blamed him; he was surprisingly handsome, almost perfect to an uncanny degree. And that was her talking.
Devils were supposed to feel sinful, but Elias Black was like a poisoned apple to devils. So no, Serafall didn’t blame Rias for falling for someone like him. The fact that he’d helped her get out of her contract was just the cherry on top.
Ajuka had been quite vocal after their meeting, but Serafall knew he was hiding something. She just didn’t know what since he’d been tight-lipped after helping extract the soul from the spectacled girl in Elias’s harem.
Well, outside of admitting Elias had managed to make him bleed. It didn’t matter that Ajuka wasn’t going all out. The fact that a boy barely eighteen had cut someone like Ajuka was something else.
She’d already noticed Elias was around Ultimate class, but that holy magic of his was something else entirely. It felt distinct from the angelic magic she was used to, for obvious reasons, but… it carried more weight, as absurd as that sounded.
And that brought her to this situation: the Church in Kuoh and the Church delegation.
At first, it hadn’t seemed that dire. Yes, several churches had been attacked and their Excalibur fragments stolen, leaving a trail of dead priests.
The real problem was that the delegation coming to Kuoh had entered the supposedly abandoned Church.
The Church that was now alive, filled with holy power.
Even the spells she had placed there had eroded over time. The normal wards meant to hide it had faded away, while the ones protecting the area remained pristine.
It was as if the Church wanted to be seen. To be used.
It was sheer luck that the Shinto hadn’t paid much attention to the town, because a lot of questions could have been asked, questions that would’ve become troublesome fast.
But yes… it was apparent the exorcists sent by the Church felt the difference. The place probably felt like the Vatican... or perhaps even holier.
No… more holy, for sure. She’d never visited the Vatican, but there was something so pure about the Church in Kuoh that she doubted it could be matched.
Which brought her to the present moment.
Serafall was sitting at the back of Sona’s council room inside the school, with Rias beside her, being shouted at by the blue-haired exorcist for having a piece of Excalibur tucked away in that nifty little bag of hers.
If that were all, it wouldn’t be much of a problem. No… the problem was the other presence in the room.
The one who had come down from Heaven to aid their young exorcist in this mad expedition. The figure who, even without trying, radiated holy power like an ocean.
One of the highest-ranked angels left in Heaven, only behind Michael and Gabriel. Someone she didn't know if she could beat in a straight fight.
Someone Serafall didn’t like at all, not because he hated devils like some of his race, but because he was so cringy.
Metatron. The one who sits behind the throne of God.
Or at least… every time Serafall had met him, he’d been cringy.
Not now. Not by a long shot.
He was the reason Serafall was present in this meeting. If it had only been the exorcists, she would’ve left Sona and Rias to deal with the mess themselves, it would’ve been good training for the future.
But with someone like Metatron here? She wasn’t about to leave her precious little sister alone.
He was silent, and that was the only reason Serafall also kept her mouth shut. Looking curiously and seriously at the angel.
He was… focused. His eyes were closed, not acting like he usually did.
He wasn’t like some of his brothers or sisters who hated devils; in fact, he was surprisingly calm about them. But seeing him acting like this made Serafall’s brain send alarm bells in her head.
He had not said a word the whole meeting, just listening with his eyes closed as the exorcists and Rias got into a shouting match.
Well… Not Rias. She was blunt and to the point, saying that it had been a gift.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, Miss Xenovia Quarta,” Rias replied neutrally, her hand on her Queen’s shoulder, “This was a gift, nothing more. And I’ve had it since before the attacks happened.”
“And why would a filthy devil need a holy sword?” The exorcist sneered, and Serafall had the need to facepalm. She didn’t think they taught politics in the Church. They had no ground or claim over the sword, since it had been lost many ages ago, which brought the question… How did Elias find it?
“My knight was a survivor of the Holy Sword project,” Rias said simply, and Serafall had to give her props. Her relationship with Elias had really changed the young devil… she was much, much more controlled than before.
That brought the exorcist to a stop, and Serafall opened her mouth to say something.
But she couldn’t.
Her head snapped toward the window as two auras flared into existence outside the school. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and a cold shiver crawled down her spine.
The first aura felt like death itself was whispering into her ear, an echo she hadn’t felt since the Civil War.
Metatron’s eyes opened for the first time, widening in genuine surprise.
They both stood instinctively, but then the second aura hit. And it was worse.
So holy, so blindingly pure, that for a heartbeat she wanted to grab Sona and every devil in the room and run as far as she could. It was like standing before Michael himself… or worse.
Old memories stirred, whispered stories her parents once told of some ancient devils who had stood in God’s presence during the Great War, and how their voices shook as they recalled the weight of it. This was that level.
It didn’t hurt her, which told her exactly who it was. But the sheer difference from the last time she’d felt his presence left her reeling. He had changed. Radically.
The doors opened firmly. Elias walked in, flanked by Iris, Hermione, a beautiful girl Serafall doubted was only human, a white haired girl, and the little nun she met last time.
Her gaze locked on Iris Potter first. The feeling of death intensified, pressing down on her magic even though she knew, consciously, that the girl was nowhere near her level. But the instinct persisted.
Then her eyes met Elias’s. As handsome as ever… but more. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to flee, her magic coiling, ready to strike at a moment’s notice, yet her feet stayed rooted. The air seemed heavier around him.
She noticed Metatron looking straight at Elias, his expression deadly serious. For the first time, he spoke.
“Silence.”
The word was not loud, but the world obeyed.
Xenovia, who had been about to speak, found no sound leaving her lips. Irina, too, froze mid-breath, their voices stolen before they could form.
“My apologies for interrupting,” Elias spoke, his voice silky smooth like a poisonous apple, so tempting that it fought with her feeling of terror. She was rooted in her spot, as if she didn’t know to flee or stay and listen to his voice once more.
“But since the conversation was about a gift I gave, I believe I can answer some questions,” He continued, smiling softly.
Before anyone else could say anything, he walked inside, with the girls following behind him. The little nun looked at the obvious angel with wonder, but she stayed close behind the wizard.
He walked confidently to the table, smiling as Rias shot him a beaming smile.
“I missed you two so much,” he whispered as he reached them, grabbing Ria's waist and lifting her up effortlessly, giving her a deep kiss in front of everyone like the tension in the room was nonexistent.
He let her go as she panted for breath, her eyes glassy. Then he looked at Akeno and did the same for her, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer balls the younger devils were showing.
Did they not feel the way his existence was making her feel? Was it targeted? Or did she only notice because of my experience?
He kissed Sona’s hand, making my precious little sister blush a bit under his gaze. Any other time I would have said something to tease her… but I didn't say anything. I couldn’t tear my gaze from the sheer impossibility that was in front of me.
He then turned to the rest of us, nodding in my direction and locking eyes with Metatron, who was rooted in his place. It was only my many years acting as the Satan of foreign affairs that allowed me to notice the small twitches in the angel's body.
“A pleasure to meet an angel for the first time,” He gave a half-bow, “Even if I’m not happy with the way your faction treated little Asia.”
And Serafall felt Metatron's Magic tremble as his spell wavered before dissipating.
Comments
Aitor Rosell Torralba
Metatron ain't any angel btw, he was a human that walked soo much like god that god yanked him up to heaven and made him an angel, he is also the grandad of Noah if I remember correctly.
Sage Berthelsen
Goddamnit. It’s not a real cliffhanger but fuck I want more!
LothWolf
Thanks for the chapter 👍😁 , lol 😆 I wonder what is going on in Metatron’s mind and what he thinks of Elias. I am most definitely looking forward to seeing the interaction between Elias and Heaven and its Angels
Iori Daemona Angel
Where's the rest? It can't end like this! It was just getting good lol.
Bishop7053
Serafall is scaroused. And Metatron is just gonna go: Brother? Metatron exe. Crashed data does not compute lol
