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Chapter 75: The Ones Who Believe.
🕑 Added 2025-08-03 11:15:12 +0000 UTCCelestial Ascendancy
Chapter 75: The Ones Who Believe.
Two weeks later.
Elias Black.
France.
Iris, Sirius, Amelia, Dumbledore, and I walked with purpose, heads held high, through the French Ministry of Magic, where the ICW was waiting for us after we accepted their summons. We… we needed a fair bit of time before leaving Britain, if only to make sure the wizarding communities didn’t crumble under pressure. Or celebration. Sometimes, there wasn’t much of a difference.
Not that I blamed them. We’d been through hell and lost so many people. You’d think wizards, being the stuffy assholes they pretended to be most of the time, wouldn’t know how to party. But damn.
Apparently, all it took was a Dark Lord, an invading foreign force, and a ragtag group of fighters who actually won, and suddenly every single barrel of liquor in the isles was dry. Bones was so stressed I wouldn’t be surprised if she sprouted a couple of gray hairs in the next few months, but even she was caught nursing a cup at more than one “meeting.”
The less said about the youth, the better. I could count with one hand having fingers to spare the number of classmates that didn't get blackout drunk at least once in the celebrations.
In the end, it took a week for the celebrations to slow to a trickle. Most of the surviving witches and wizards had started gathering near Hogwarts. It was still a work in progress, but I’d already poured more of my magic into the new wards, expanding them to include the Forbidden Forest, Hogsmeade, and a good bit of empty land for anyone who needed a home.
The thing is… we had magic. And the goblins... well, they felt indebted to us. Or to my girls, to be more specific. So most of the major Lords and notable wizarding families got steep discounts to move their estates inside the wards. There was even talk in the Ministry about relocating their entire operations to the new zone, trying to keep everything and everyone together. Safer that way, now that we were exposed to the supernatural world.
There were still plenty of problems to work out, of course. The logistics alone made me want to gouge my eyes out. But it was moving steadily for now.
Since Amelia was the new Minister of Magic, and Sirius had taken the role of Chief Warlock. The rest of the government was basically filled with our people… we had a lot of leeway to make the changes we thought were necessary. Some might call it a dictatorship.... and honestly, they wouldn’t be wrong. The only reason no one was complaining was that there were no other political parties left. And really, who wanted to go up against the witch who tore Voldemort apart like paper, or the man who fought fifteen Ultimate-class magicians stronger than the Dark Lord himself, then proceeded to kill twelve, died, came back to life in front of everyone, then killed the rest and ended the war just by existing?
Yeah. That’ll shut people up.
I hid a smirk and shared a glance with Iris. She smiled back, bright and fierce. Cameras flashed as we walked down the central aisle, reporters from across the globe scrambling to capture the image of our group. I ignored them, focusing instead on the situation we’d left behind in Britain.
Ah, right. The Ministry Departments.
After Amelia stepped up as Minister, the new head of the DMLE was perhaps to no one's surprise, Kingsley. He’d survived the Ministry battle and brought down a bunch of Death Eaters and Magicians on his own. Solid pick.
He was… well, a bit rigid in his beliefs. Pretty similar to Dumbledore, honestly. But he was a good man. And he’d follow the reforms Amelia put forward instead of clinging to the past. She’d make sure of that.
As for the DMAC, the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, it was currently being run by some old goat with more years than actual experience. Amelia was still hunting for a replacement, but at least things were functioning for now. With most of the Isles' population grouped near Hogwarts, obliviators wouldn’t be needed that much anyway. Last I heard, Croaker’s daughter was working as the old man’s assistant. Wouldn’t be surprised if Bones fast-tracked her all the way to the top.
It was the least we could do for the grouchy bastard.
The same thing was happening across most departments, new blood rising to leadership when the old directors were problematic. A lot was changing, and fast. Too fast, according to some. But that was something we’d have to deal with, one way or another.
We needed to stay united for the storm ahead. That was the real reason we were even here.
The massive double doors of the ICW meeting hall loomed ahead, almost intimidating. Almost. I snorted quietly to myself. I didn’t have to be afraid of this sort of thing anymore. Not really. Not after everything.
Odin’s last words before leaving tickled the back of my mind again.
You’re a messiah now, boyo. You are divine. Act like it.
And as much as I hated it… he wasn’t wrong. There was a difference between me and everyone else now. A gap. One you didn’t need magic to notice.
Odin had returned to Asgard to speak with his son, which I was thankful for. We needed an alliance between our worlds. At the very least, we needed a shared defense. The fact that some god had helped Walburga still had Odin on edge because he didn’t know who. That scared me more than I wanted to admit.
As stronger as I was, I couldn't match someone on Odin's weight class.
And Odin was right about another thing, too, the Hexennacht shouldn’t have had the manpower to attack the Ministry like that. He’d made sure of it, as he sent Valkyries after them post-graveyard. So where the hell did all those Ultimate-class magicians come from? Who helped hide that kind of battle from Odin’s sight?
I hated being in the dark. And I hated not having the time to look into it even more.
But none of it mattered if we didn’t walk out of this room with at least some international support. I wasn’t naïve, I didn’t expect everyone to believe us, much less follow us. But I had to try. At the very least, I could protect some of them. My people. My origin.
Even if I was no longer the same.
But enough introspection for now.
“Are you ready, my boy?” Dumbledore asked softly, already reaching for the door to push it open.
“As ready as we’ll be,” I murmured, giving him a slight smirk. This… savior thing still felt strange.
“You’ll do fine, Eli,” Sirius said, surprisingly serious for once. “And no matter what happens, we’ve got your back. Remember that.”
Iris nodded beside me. Amelia, walking just ahead, grabbed Sirius’s hand and gave it a firm, genuine squeeze. I didn’t comment on it, but I smiled quietly.
One last breath. We stepped through the doors.
The chamber was massive. Tiered seating wrapped around in an arc, filled with dignitaries from all over the magical world. Dozens of cultures, robes, and symbols, all watching us with carefully neutral expressions.
I didn’t let mine show either. I kept my magic close, made sure the inhuman part of me stayed buried, at least for now.
France. Bulgaria. Germany. MACUSA. Japan. China. Egypt. India. Brazil. Russia. South Africa. A few Latin countries I didn’t immediately recognize. Nearly everyone who mattered was here.
“Welcome, Great Britain,” came a formal voice from the front of the room. An older man in polished navy robes stood, posture rigid. “You know why you were summoned. We hope this meeting provides every country here with clarity regarding your recent conflict and its ramifications.”
“My name is Laurent Delacour,” he added, tone neutral. “And I’ll be presiding over this session.”
I nodded respectfully. Fleur’s father. She’d already spoken with him about the situation back home. He wasn’t exactly thrilled she’d gotten involved, but he was open to most of our decisions. Still, he hadn’t promised Fleur his full support. I’d have to earn it myself.
“Now,” he continued, eyes scanning our group. “Who will be speaking for your country? The former Supreme Mugwump? Or someone else?”
“Laurent,” Dumbledore greeted him with a gracious nod. “Elias Black will be speaking for us. He has the full backing of our Ministry. We will follow his lead.”
The ripple of surprise through the room was immediate. Whispers began trickling in, mostly about my age. Why someone barely into adulthood was speaking for an entire nation, especially with three political heavyweights standing right behind him.
But let them talk. They’d heard the rumors. Now they’d see the truth.
“I don’t care about his age,” a voice cut through the murmurs, an older female. “I care whether he knows what he’s doing.”
I turned toward the source. The Brazilian delegate.
I gave her a nod and gestured for her to continue.
She rose smoothly, every inch of her presence commanding. “My name is Helena Ferreira,” she said. “Minister of Magical Integrity. Pureblood witch of the Ferreira family.”
“A pleasure, Madam,” I replied evenly, ignoring the second part of her introduction. “As many of you may already know, my name is Elias Black. I was involved in nearly every major event to hit Britain in recent months, from Voldemort’s rebirth to his final death, and everything that followed.”
I let my gaze pass over the room slowly. “I know rumors have already reached some of you. Feel free to ask for clarification. I’m here in the hope that we can reach some sort of agreement. Something that can help us all. Because whether you like it or not… difficult times are coming... for all of us.”
“Good,” another voice spoke up from the far right. An older man, Asian, probably around Dumbledore’s age. “My name is Takeshi Moriyama, Department Head of Prophecy for Japan. And I believe I speak for many of us when I ask… What exactly do you mean by ‘difficult times’? What do you think is coming?”
“A pleasure, Moriyama-san,” I said with a nod.
I scanned the chamber again, reaching gently out with my magic. No press, no outside observers. Just delegates and their security. That was good. We needed honesty today.
“I’m going to assume everyone here is familiar with the supernatural world,” I said slowly. “That I don’t need to explain the general structure of angels, devils, gods, and the other major forces beyond wizarding magic?”
The moment I said it, the tone in the room changed. Faces hardened. The air felt heavier. Some delegates looked curious. But all looked like they already knew.
I continued.
I explained Voldemort’s rebirth. Walburga. The group she belonged to. Not everyone recognized the name Hexennacht, but a brief explanation was enough to clarify. And I was just getting into the specifics when someone interrupted rudely.
A voice rang out from the left, full of derision.
“We’ve heard all of this before,” said a regal woman in crimson and black silk robes. Her face was unreadable, but her sneer spoke volumes. “We want to know why it took your country so long to handle it.”
Her name was Madam Wei Lian, Chairwoman of the Eastern Wards Council, China’s delegate. She didn’t bother hiding her disdain, just as Dumbledore had warned me.
“Months passed. People died. And now you expect us to listen as if you're offering wisdom?”
I looked at her with a calm expression. The kind that made me wonder if I should start smiling.
Then I turned to Iris and gave her a subtle wink. She blinked, then smirked.
I faced the hall again.
“Voldemort’s rebirth didn’t just mark the return of a Dark Lord,” I began. “As I was saying, Walburga was a big part of his rebirth with her Sacred Gear. It was one of the thirteen Longinus, and it… purified him, for lack of a better word. He returned changed, something more than a normal wizard, which made things troublesome.”
I let my words sit for a moment.
“We know the majority of modern Dark Lords are easy to deal with because of how… intensive and direct they can be. The power runs to their heads, and they don’t think clearly. But Voldemort was different; he stayed hidden for a while, even tried to become Minister of Magic by using his cunning, which made him difficult to deal with if we wanted to minimize our losses, which we did.”
I shrugged my shoulders, not caring about the hurt egos my following words would cause.
“The old man was considered the best wizard our race had to offer. He battled Voldemort upon his return but ultimately lost. That should show you all we weren’t dealing with a usual Dark Lord.”
Wei Lian scoffed derisively, “Evolution is not an excuse. Every country in this room is capable of dealing with a simple Dark lord. Especially one like Voldemort.”
The air tensed as I felt my lips twitch in irritation.
I let out a long sigh, then nodded to myself. “Alright.”
I stepped back slightly and motioned forward, “Then allow me to introduce the witch who actually killed him.”
Iris stepped forward, her heels tapping crisply against the stone floor as she walked to the center of the chamber. She said nothing, just smiled calmly, being the center of attention.
“Iris Potter, some of you might know her as the Girl-Who-Lived,” I said casually, “But she is so much more, and she was the one who killed Voldemort once and for all.”
No one moved.
Iris tilted her head and closed her eyes.
And then the world began to die.
The warmth bled from the chamber like a dying body. The enchanted lights flickered, then dimmed to darkness. That was before the real cold crept in; unlike the winter cold, this one chilled your very essence.
Wooden desks cracked and rotted beneath runes designed to withstand centuries. Decorative plants shriveled instantly, curling into dry husks. One delegate gasped as ice bloomed across her boots and licked up the legs of her chair.
But that wasn’t the worst of it.
It was what they were seeing.
Their deaths. What would happen if they decided to attack us.
Some saw fire. Others saw drowning, or falling, or poison. One man clawed at his throat and dropped his wand with a panicked grunt, as his magic tried to act out but couldn’t.
A few stood, drawing their wands instinctively. But none dared raise them.
And throughout all this, I shielded my people from the worst of it. Dumbledore had a pained look on his scarred face, before it turned into a wry smile. Amelia shivered even through my divine light shining upon her before she grabbed Sirius's hand tightly. At the same time, my uncle only grinned in amusement.
Then, just as suddenly, it stopped.
The light returned. The air warmed. The frost melted, and the wood began to stitch itself back together, then life returned to the plants, as if nothing had ever happened.
The chamber returned to normal.
Iris stepped back beside me, not even winded. She leaned against my shoulder lightly and whispered, “Too much?”
I grinned cheekily, looking around the room. The reactions were varied; some of them looked at us scared out of their wits, some angrily, and some even respectfully. Only one of them, the Japanese delegate Morijama-san, looked at us calmly and curiously.
“It was perfect, love.”
No one spoke for a second until Fleur’s dad cleared his throat, “My thanks for the… example, Mister Black, Miss Potter. We can see how difficult it would have been for any of our nations.”
Elias Black.
Hogwarts.
No one dared to interrupt after that. Like… at all.
That didn’t mean we had their full support, unfortunately. Some of them chose to ignore the truth for the sake of normalcy. Some spat in our faces. And a few, the minority, decided to stay and actually listen to our proposed solutions.
Even then, most of those who stayed didn’t accept our offer outright. Understandable, really. Things were moving fast, and they needed to report back to their own Ministries before committing.
The ones who did stay open to conversation were France, thanks to Fleur and some lingering goodwill for killing everyone inside the castle in their borders. MACUSA, Japan, Bulgaria, and, surprisingly, India… even if Varma, their representative, looked like he’d swallowed a nail the whole time after hearing about Asgard's involvement.
One of them went further than expected. Japan, it turned out, wasn’t relatively as isolated from the supernatural world as we assumed. They’d been having trouble with some kind of Youkai exorcist clans, bad enough that it was starting to affect their school system. They didn’t formally join us, but we agreed to closer coordination moving forward.
As disappointing as it was to walk away without a treaty, we left with something more important: time. And we’d done our part. We warned them, offered aid, showed them what was coming.
I wouldn’t go out of my way to help the ones who left in bad faith… unless things got truly dire. It wouldn’t be right to let their citizens suffer because of their governments’ pride. And, as Dumbledore once said... Hogwarts' heart is always open to those who seek it.
But that was a problem for later.
Right now, I have something more important to do.
I walked between my girls and Rosseweise, who followed us silently; all of us were silent, for that matter.
Sad, angry, too many sentiments to even name. But we were here, and that was what mattered.
And we weren’t alone. Students, Professors, civilians, Ministry officials. I wouldn’t hesitate to say that the majority of Wizarding Britain was present at the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.
But I had something to do.
The trees screamed when I raised my hand.
Not literally, of course. But the magic that surged from my palm was primal; you could call it archaic. Loud enough that the ground beneath me cracked and the animals in the Forbidden Forest bolted in every direction, magical or not. Birds burst from the treetops like their life depended on it, while the Thestrals fled without a glance back. Even the spiders, those oversized bastards Aragog left behind, scurried to deeper tunnels.
They knew this section of the forest no longer belonged to them.
A ring of flame expanded outward with a thought. It didn't just burn; it cleansed the ground for its new purpose.
The earth cracked, roots charred, trees turned to fine ash in seconds.
I lowered my hand slowly, breathing deeply.
I turned to Iris, who had been watching silently beside me. She nodded once.
I knelt and pressed my palm against the dirt. Golden magic rippled outward, followed by her own silver-violet death light that pulsed in harmony with mine. The opposing forces didn’t repel each other. They sang in unison.
The land responded.
From the ash rose soft green sprouts, then grass, then flowers. Wildflowers and white lilies bloomed as if they’d been waiting for permission. In seconds, the blackened battlefield turned into a sacred garden, a clearing of light and death and rebirth.
It was ready.
The people arrived soon after. Tired, grieving. Most just... tired for conflict. Civilians, Aurors, Hogwarts staff, members of the Order. All standing in rows behind a white stone we’d conjured, marking the graves.
There were no coffins. No ceremony of lowering bodies into the ground.
The dead rested in polished stone platforms, covered in my gentle light.
Croaker. Scrimgeour. Percy. Kingsley’s partner, whose name I finally learned, was Eamon Flint. Even Fudge and Umbridge were here. I didn’t care what they'd done. They were dead, and they deserved the rest, no matter what they did in life. Perhaps in the next life they would be better, but for now... the war was over.
Snape lay furthest from the crowd, but not alone. A single, small bundle of white lilies sat beside his chest. Something from Dumbledore, as the man wept as he lowered the bundle.
McGonagall stepped forward first, her face tight but composed.
"Too many names," she began hoarsely. "Too many we failed to protect. Let this be the last time we build such a pyre."
Next came Amelia, serious as ever, but even she had a hitch in her voice.
"We honor those who stood when others fled. Those who held the line. Some were broken. Some were flawed. All were ours."
Then Dumbledore, strolling to the front, leaned heavily on his staff. He didn’t speak long. Just a whisper, amplified by magic.
“We remember them. That is all death truly asks.”
Then it was our turn.
I walked to the center of the circle. Iris followed, her hand brushing mine as we stood side by side.
She took the lead.
“Death is not the end,” Iris said softly, her voice carrying without force. “It’s not the enemy. It’s not something to be feared. It’s simply... part of the journey.”
She looked over the crowd, eyes shimmering with power. With meaning.
“It’s where we’re all going. It’s where they’ve gone. And maybe, just maybe, it’s where they’ll find peace.”
I raised both hands, and my magic rose like sunlight through water. Iris followed, her magic a gentle tide of dusk. The two forces spiraled upward, slow and solemn, before folding downward, settling over the bodies.
Then it happened.
Faint shapes began to shimmer above the dead.
Not ghosts like the ones in the school, no. Souls, their clean souls.
They weren’t transparent or moaning or weighed down by chains. They simply were. Standing tall, calm, watching with peaceful eyes. Croaker stood beside Scrimgeour. Fudge looked confused, then relaxed. Even Snape appeared soft, like the pressure was finally gone.
Percy even smiled at his remaining family.
No one spoke. They couldn't.
The sight said enough.
They weren’t afraid. They were free.
I stepped forward.
“For those who walked into the storm… and didn’t come back.”
My voice cracked slightly. I didn’t care.
“You didn’t die in vain. You gave us the chance to make something better. To build something new.”
I let my gaze roam across the crowd.
“I won’t promise glamorousness, because I can't. But what I promise, is peace. A clean slate.”
The souls began to drift upward, one by one, fading like the morning mist.
And as they vanished, I felt it.
The shift.
Not in magic.
In them.
The people watching.
The way they looked at me.
Not with fear. Not even with awe.
With belief.
Some dropped to one knee. Some whispered prayers. Some just stared, wide-eyed, like they’d seen something they didn’t know how to name.
I didn’t need them to call me anything.
Their eyes said enough.
Scene change.
“So, how are you feeling, Rossweisse?” I asked with a wry smile, glancing at the white-haired woman sitting across from me and the girls. We were all tucked away in the Room of Requirement, trying to relax after everything that had happened in the new Hogwarts graveyard.
It had been too much for me to stay. The sheer weight of grief in the air and the resonance of so many mourning losses hit me harder than I’d expected. Maybe it was part of what I’d become… or perhaps I was just too soft. I didn’t know. Either way, I couldn’t take it.
The girls, of course, noticed. They always did. And they decided to pull me away, for my own mental health.
We hadn’t been callous enough to leave the moment the funeral ended, but we left sooner than most. The worst part? Everyone noticed… and no one objected. In fact, they all quietly agreed it was for the best.
The understanding they showed, even in the middle of their own grief, was perhaps what affected me the most.
Rossweisse gave me a small, understanding smile. “I won’t lie, Elias. I do feel a bit lost,” she admitted, shaking her head with a humorless chuckle. “Lord Odin is… a complicated god.”
“What’s it like?” Fleur asked, leaning forward with curious eyes. “You know, working under someone like that.”
She’d grown close to Rossweisse quickly. Out of all the girls, only Hermione probably had a deeper connection with her.
I squeezed Fleur’s hand and Hermione’s, fingers intertwined. Iris sat on my lap, comfortable as ever. Asia was next to us, cheeks red, her gaze flickering shyly between our joined hands and Iris curled into me.
My relationship with Asia was obviously platonic, I just didn’t see her that way. And while her feelings might seem a little… confused, it wasn’t the kind of crush or affection you’d expect. There was something more profound. Devotion. Worship, even. Stronger than anything I’d felt from the average wizard or witch after my so-called “rebirth.”
She believed in the biblical God. Truly, wholeheartedly. And after hearing what Odin had said about me, that I was a messiah, something in her shifted.
The first few days after I woke up, she couldn’t even meet my gaze. Constantly bowing her head, eyes on the floor, whispering prayers under her breath.
The worst part? I felt it. I felt her belief, trickling into me like a stream of sunlight. Just like I thought it from the others, the ones who looked up to me like I was something holy.
Their faith empowered me.
Even now, just sitting here, I twitched slightly at the sensation. A constant flow, subtle but present. It wasn’t overwhelming unless I focused on it, but it was always there. A quiet reminder that I wasn’t just Elias anymore.
Rossweisse cleared her throat, a faint blush on her cheeks. “It’s… difficult. I won’t lie. Serving Lord Odin can be exhausting. He doesn’t follow proper etiquette, even in formal settings. He underpays me...” she started rambling, then caught herself and flushed harder.
“You get paid?” Iris raised a brow, snorting lightly. “How does that work, Rosse?”
“Ah,” she nodded sheepishly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Valkyries go to school. Not unlike this one,” she added, taking a sip of her coffee.
Black. No sugar. The heathen.
Coffee wasn’t real coffee unless it had at least three spoons of sugar and a splash of milk.
“It’s considered a job, in a way,” she continued. “We’re taught magic, combat, divine etiquette, you know, our duties. And depending on our grades, we can apply for different positions around Asgard.”
“Let me guess,” I smirked. “Top of your class?”
“Yes.” She straightened, pride in every syllable. “And thanks to my grandmother’s influence, Lord Odin took me in as his personal bodyguard.”
Hermione’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Okay, I have to ask, and I understand if you can’t answer, but I’ve been dying to know. What other gods or powerful beings have you met while following Lord Odin?”
Rossweisse chuckled, clearly warmed by Hermione’s enthusiasm. I didn’t know her that well yet, something I planned to change, but even from our brief talks, it was easy to tell. She was someone who needed recognition. Who deserved it. Someone who excelled at her job and still never got a proper “well done.”
She was starving for real friendships.
A small part of me couldn’t help but wonder if that was one of the reasons Odin had left her here.
Their conversation went on for a while, flowing into lighter topics. Stories about Valkyrie training, awkward cultural misunderstandings between Norse gods and other pantheons, and the ongoing mess that was Asgardian politics. Rossweisse, for all her discipline, turned out to be surprisingly expressive when she relaxed, and with Fleur and Hermione hyping her up, she was glowing.
Even Iris giggled a few times, leaning her head against my shoulder as her fingers idly traced patterns along my arm. Asia listened quietly, sipping her tea and blushing every time I met her eyes.
It felt… normal. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, it felt like we were just a group of people sharing a quiet moment.
A quiet chime echoed through the room, breaking the mood slightly. A small mirror shimmered to life at the center table, and the symbol of Gremory pulsed on its surface.
I reached out and accepted the call.
Rias appeared, vibrant red hair tumbling over her shoulders, a soft smile on her face. Akeno was beside her, leaning close with her usual teasing glint in her eyes.
“Hey,” Rias greeted, voice a bit softer than usual. “We just wanted to check in.”
“You caught us at a good time,” I said, the corner of my mouth tugging up. “We’re in the Room of Requirement. Everyone’s here.”
The mirror expanded, showing the rest of the girls. Fleur waved with a suggestive grin. Hermione gave a small wave and an affectionate smile. Iris just nodded. Rossweisse, caught mid-sip, blinked before offering a polite nod. Asia practically lit up.
Akeno laughed. “It’s good to see everyone again. Things have been calmer here lately… but that’s probably not going to last.”
“Something up?” I asked, frowning slightly.
Rias nodded, her smile fading just a touch. “My family reached out. Apparently, a delegation from the Church will be visiting Kuoh next week. They’re keeping things vague, but it sounds like they’re sending both diplomatic and militant representatives.”
“Trouble?” Iris asked flatly.
“Unclear,” Rias replied. “But it feels like they’re poking around.”
Something shifted in my chest. A faint pull, not magic nor instinct. Something… deeper. Like a thread tugging at my soul insistently.
“We will be there,” I said quietly.
The words surprised even me, but once I spoke them, I knew they were true. The girls looked at me, understanding sparking in their eyes.
“Are you sure?” Fleur asked.
I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I don’t know why… but I think we should be there. Also… we miss you all.”
Rias seemed to relax at that, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face, “We miss you all too… Gaspy’s been asking about you, Eli. And… we have things we left unfinished the last time we were together.”
Akeno smiled sultrily, “Not only with her, I can’t wait to see you, my Eli.”
I chuckled warmly, feeling something stir inside my chest, “I can’t wait, loves. I think it will take a couple of days for us to make sure things won’t burn here, but we should be in Kuoh before the Church arrives.”
The call ended, and I waited for a second before throwing the phone to the bed in the distance.
“Are you sure about this, Eli?” Iris asked as she snuggled into me.
“As much as I can be, love. I think… I think I need some time away from here. It’s… getting too much.” I sighed softly, my eyes closing as I felt Fleur caressing my hair.
“It might be fun, and we also need to check on the Japanese magical community, remember? It’s killing two birds with one stone,” Hermione added, smiling.
“What do you think, Ross? Want to meet some scary devils?” Fleur teased the Vakerye.
“Lord Odin made my orders clear, Fleur. I will follow your group,” she nodded, “Also, I’m curious about them, I don’t believe I’ve met any Devils, and Rias was polite when you introduced us.”
“You’ll get along, Rossy,” Iris smiled, “I just know it.”
Comments
Sage Berthelsen
Nice setup chapter.
Iori Daemona Angel
It was a perfect transition chapter! Well done!
