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Chapter 292 Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-12-19 07:10:32 +0000 UTCAuthor's note.
I am officially a liar.
But for real, sorry I couldn't get the entire thing out in one go. I tried, i really did, but it seems like the universe conspired against me. I had to work both Saturday and Sunday, late, this weekend, so it was extremely difficult to get anything done. And the chapter itself fought me the entire way. I do actually have a few thousand more words written, but this felt like a good place to leave it off since I just decided to split it since I didn't want another day without anything.
All in all, it's still about three chapters in length, so It's not too bad. I really wanted to wrap the entire thing up in one go, as i felt like it would flow better, but what can you do. This is very much the introduction to the meeting, so expect more coming up.
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“Not that I’m against it, but why exactly are we doing this?” Rin looked around. “And why does it have to be, her.” She jabbed her finger towards Medea.
“Several reasons.” I replied, holding my arm up as Medea took measurements. “Negotiations are rarely about strutting in and just stepping over everyone. We don’t want to make ‘enemies’ even if we’re not going to be playing how they’re going to suspect.”
“You look good, Rin.” Artoria cut in, tightening a little binding, giving herself a pony tail.
“Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or so I’m told.” Medea smirked.
“Obviously, why else would you have a fiancé?” Rin shot back as those two do their usual song and dance. “But how does that whole spiel tie into why we’re doing this?”
“I was getting to i-it.” I jerked as Medea tugged on my arm. “The best method is to use little things to eek out some kind of verbal advantage or set a tone. Tell me what do you think when you see the Enforcers of the Clock Tower making a move?”
“….I guess they’re kinda intimidating? Most Magi stay away from them when they’re on the job.”
“Exactly. They’re no-nonsense. They’re setting a tone, they’re all business.” I listed off. “One of the factors that facilitates that, is their dress.” I gestured to myself as Medea continued to take measurements.
“He’s not Wrong.” Medea started up. “Clothing can say a lot about a person based on the situation.”
“It’s all about that first impression.” I nodded. “What do you think the faction leaders will look like when we arrive? Odin, Lugh, The Devil Leaders, the Fallen Leader, the Angel Leader?”
Rin blinked, looking thought. “I don’t know, something good? If we’re going off stereotypes, the angels will probably be wearing Robes. The Devils some kind of maleficent armor or something. The Gods….I really couldn’t say.”
“Do you think everyone they bring will look the same?”
“….no?”
“And then we come along, all somewhat matching, clearly ‘dressing up’ while they are probably wearing the same old things they always do. Immediately, it puts them on the back foot. Without even saying any words it makes us look more prepared. As if we are taking it more seriously, as if we’re giving the whole thing the due respect it deserves.”
“Essentially, it makes them lose face.” Medea summarized. “For beings of this caliber, outward perception is extremely important.”
“So…..it’s going to hurt their pride?”
“Eh, I wouldn’t go that far.” I shrugged.
“And what tone are we trying to set?”
“That we don’t need to be there.” Yasaka said frankly, admiring herself in a full length mirror. “We don’t need them, and we know it.”
“It also makes sure to let everyone know that we are all part of the same group.” I fixed my collar slightly. “At this point, it’s made pretty clear about some names, so I don’t want anyone to get any ideas like that.”
I glanced over at both Scáthach and Raikou. Both of which were looking amazing, they were really rocking it.
Couldn’t wait to peel those layers off afterwards.
“So it’s all about the impression, huh?” Rin muttered. “Doesn’t sound much different than school….”
“It really isn’t.” I let out a chuckle. “Only that the ‘popular kids’ can decimate the world if they put their minds to it.”
They’re expecting us to be meek and come crawling out of the woodwork for whatever handouts they’re willing to give.
Hell, even with what we showed off, I’m guessing that they’re only inviting us because they want something, not because they ‘recognize’ us suddenly.
Even with all of us added together, we still are a small faction in comparison to almost everyone else.
Most other factions already had God-Level combatants, so us ‘suddenly’ getting some didn’t really mean much in the grand scheme of things.
“And they aren’t normal clothes either.” I said offhandedly.
“Yeah, I noticed.” Rin had been inspected hers the entire time. The mindset of a Magus wouldn’t let her not take a look at any magical effects that would be ‘touching her’.
“Some of my finer work.” Medea stated, smiling brightly. “Though, it was a rather abrupt request. So it won’t last long beyond the meeting you’re going to. And I wouldn’t advise you to fight in it.”
Which was fair, it was highly unlikely any actual fighting would happen.
“What exactly did you do?” Rin asked.
“I made each set its own Mystic Code that resists any peeping.” Medea bluntly explained.
“Peeping?” Rin repeated with a look of confusion about her.
“One we get there, they’re all going to try and get a measure of us. That could mean anything from simply looking us over and trying to deduce anything that way, or using any other mystical means such as Mystic Eyes or magic to look deeper.” I explained.
“Yes, Odin I believe will be able to see through most deceptions and any falsehoods. So it is wise to tread carefully.” Scáthach spoke up as well.
“So these clothes will stop a God?”
“Of course not, you silly girl.” Medea scoffed, almost comically in their little game. “But it will resist surface level attempts.”
“Meaning, if they want to ‘go around’ whatever protections that Medea added, it will be noticeable.” I elaborated. “It goes back to what Medea said, if a God is forced to go to such lengths for something so mundane, they would lose face infront of the others present. And we could call them out on their behavior, making it even more awkward and setting ourselves in a better position.”
And maybe more importantly, it would annoy them. Gods don’t like being denied, even for the most simplistic things. Tell them ‘no’ and they want to know more.
“Sounds really petty.”
“Welcome to politics.” I opened my arms with a laugh.
“It really is very trite when you get down to it.” Yasaka let out a sigh. “But most faction leaders tend to have very inflated egos, so this is what usually happens in these sorts of things.”
“You forgot the most important reason for doing this.” Jinn happily exclaimed, taking a little pose to show herself off.
She looked exceedingly beautiful. I don’t think I remember seeing her in anything but her own dress before. The lighter tones really complimented her beautiful shade of blue.
“Well, it’s rather obvious, so I didn’t think it needed mentioned.” I shrugged.
“What’s the most important reason?” Rin blinked, still not catching on. Not that I could blame her, her education was lacking. And That wasn’t meant in an insulting way. She basically raised herself and had to do everything on her own.
The fact that she made it to this stage with her own effort just exemplified her talent in so many ways.
“It makes us look damn good.” Yasaka flicked her tails, spinning around. She wa the only one wearing a skirt and it was cut high, showing off those wonderful legs of her. Yet, it also retained that elegance that was expected of her as well. And draped over her shoulders was her iconic Haori she tends to wear.
It’s kind of funny, we sorta look like Yakuza with Yasaka as our head.
Other than Yasaka, we were all wearing pretty much the same thing, with obvious variations for each person to match them explicitly. It showed off that Yasaka was the main character in this little rendezvous we were having, while everyone else was the supporting cast.
She would be the one doing the majority of the negotiations as even Nurarihyon wasn’t attending. He wanted to continue with the whole attitude they already cultivated about not wanting to deal with devils and such.
They already had a talk about what they both want and what they were willing to do to do obtain such things. And the Old Man was willing to hand over the reins to Yasaka to let her handle the dirty business.
So, Yasaka was representing the Youkai as a whole.
However, he sent a representative.
Aotabō was outside, along with Soma from Yasaka’s end. Specifically, Nurarihyon needed to send someone high enough up, but also low enough that it didn’t disrupt his position that he was taking. Such, Aotabō who was the ‘third’ seat under Nurarihyon fit the bill.
Not to mention, the man was already acquainted with most of us and had a good head on his shoulders and knew about our circumstances.
“Really, that’s the most important reason?” Rin snorted. “Not that I don’t agree.” She did turn around to admire herself in the mirror.
“It’s as you said, presentation. We look confident, and it shows. That goes a long ways in things like this. Our ‘small faction’ is completely at ease coming before these other ‘big factions’ without an iota of awkwardness or fear.”
And that wasn’t just because I enjoy every opportunity to dress up. And I wasn’t the only one who's hared these sentiments. Artoria said something about how it was nostalgic based on something she wore during the Fourth Grail War.
And I think they were all enjoying it. A little amusement before we had to get serious and down to business later.
Seeing them all dressed up in suits and such with various degrees of customization. It was really fun to watch them all like this.
“Master, will you be okay?” Raikou sauntered over, fully ready to go. I had to say, these clothes hugged her curves in all the right ways. “You know who will be there.”
I grimaced slightly at her words. She was the only who knew about my past the most. She was privy to many more details specifically through the application of the Dream Cycle we shared.
I turned around, taking her into my arms before stealing her lips. The deep kiss only lasting for a brief moment before I broke it. “I have you, and I have everyone else, what do I need to feel upset about? I won’t lie and say that there aren’t some unpleasant feelings that come to the surface when I think about it. But I’m also not that same kid from those years ago.”
I had my own family now, one of my own making.
So, fuck him.
Why did I have to feel like shit? He should be the one that has to feel like that due to his own fuck ups.
“That should do it.” Medea stated, stepping away from the last person she was fiddling with. She did quick and meticulous work. Funnily enough, putting together everything was the quickest part for her. I told her what I wanted a couple days prior, and it merely took that long for her to get designs ready.
Magic really is a cheat.
“For a rush job, I think I did fairly well.” Medea smiled brightly, hands on her hips as she looked around the room.
“Your work is as wonderful as always, Medea.” I didn’t hold back on the praise, she deserved every bit of it.
“Of course.” The Witch preened. “And with that, I’ll be heading back to my hubby. You can do have your dick measuring contest with those Gods or whatever.”
“Fiancé.” I managed to throw out before she left the room. Though she merely raised her hand up, middle finger extended without even looking back.
“Are we prepared?” Yasaka asked.
“About as well as we could be.” I brought out the Staff of Magnus, tossing it to Jinn before taking out my own mirage. I admired it for a moment before also taking out its accompanying sheath and sliding it right in, keeping it in my hand. “You’re in the hot seat, are you prepared?”
“As well as I could be.” She chuckled.
Scáthach walked over, spear in hand as she swung it over her shoulder. “Be at ease, you shall not be alone.”
“Indeed.” Artoria nodded in solidarity, the sound of metal being pushed into a scabbard accompanied her words. She fastened Caliburn to her hip, presumably borrowing it from Mordred.
She was presenting herself as the representative of the Pendragon Family, so it made sense.
All of us made final preparations, even Rin had her own Staff up and out with her. Raikou carrying her own sword in her hand. Jinn cutely stood there with my Staff of Magnus with her.
We had a few days since the original letter arrived to get ready as a whole. A few days to anticipate what we would be walking into, because it could be a windfall for the Youkai if play right. I told them everything Hades relayed to me, so that could be used in bargaining as well.
There were also other, minor things. But to be honest, we didn’t know entirely what they wanted. We could make several guess, most of which it had to do with the Khaos Brigade, so we were feeling somewhat confident.
I’m sure they were able to get the information out of Kokabiel regarding his ‘friends’. So they’re probably really interested in any information about that organization. And I find it unlikely that Kokabiel knew more than I did.
And I wouldn’t pretend to not know they most likely had questions for us. It was entirely possible this was just a smoke screen so they could attempt to ‘interrogate’ us without coming across as hostile to anyone else watching.
They very well couldn’t just waltz right in and demand answers.
We had talked about all of that and were ready for about everything.
“Shall we get going?” Yasaka’s tails waived in the air as she pushed her haori to the side. “What’s our time like?”
“If we head out now, it should be perfect.” I replied.
A grin made its way to her face. “Excellent. Let’s grab our two others then head over.” Yasaka went and pushed the door open, two familiar faces were on the other side.
“Lady Yasaka.” Both Soma and Aotabō greeted at the same time.
“Looking good.” I held my arm out as Aotabō smiled and bumped it with his own.
“Haha, you think so?” The big guy smiled happily.
“You look quite fetching, Aotabō.” Yasaka grinned. “I’m sure Reika would enjoy it too~”
The big guy flushed a little at Yasaka’s teasing.
“Are you prepared, Soma.” Scáthach pat the shoulder of the young-ish Tengu.
“I will do what is required of me, Teacher.” Soma bowed his head towards Scáthach.
“Fufu. Stand up straighter, you have been taught by this Scáthach you should be more proud. When we finish with this nonsense, I shall resume my teachings. I will have you up to what they refer to as ‘Ultimate Class’ within the next few months.” Scáthach declared.
Surprisingly, the Tengu looked excited.
And it may have been weird to see Soma here of all people. Frankly, he wasn’t the strongest of Yasaka’s Guards, even if he apparently had a good amount of potential to get a rise out of Scáthach. There were a few reasons for such, the main being, the Youkai really did not like Devils.
It wasn’t the hatred that they all had for the Fae now. While if someone shouted that there was a Faerie outside, I think everyone would grab a kitchen knife and run out after them. Devils were more or less tolerated in comparison, but they didn’t want to associate at all.
Lots and lots of bad blood over the years.
The Elders that were present, none of them wished to go to a Peace Conference ‘hosted’ by the Devils. So, Yasaka opted to bring Soma, and the secondary reason for that being – he was the new owner of one Dimension Lost Sacred Gear.
He has proven his loyalty several times at this point and Yasaka granted him it.
On the very off chance that something happened, he would be very valuable to act as her guard – ignoring all of us, that is.
As Scáthach said, give him a few more months of training to master that thing and to hone himself more, and he would sit comfortably in Ultimate Class.
Otherwise, everyone was sitting back, in a state of wariness. Since so many of us were going to be away, they were buffering their patrols and lookouts. It would be the ‘best’ time for us to be attacked, but we were also ready in case of an emergency.
Some of my defenses had been set up around the city, enough to alleviate some pressure. Nurarihyon was also on high alert and they had spoken of some hypothetical situations, so it’s not like anything would take us by surprise.
And most importantly, Kunou was safe.
Perhaps the safest out of any of us.
Her dear aunt Meridia decided she wanted to babysit.
“Wilhelm, if you would.” Yasaka asked.
Well, it was time.
Game face.
And may as well add a little flair to it.
Taking Mirage out of my sheath, I swiped horizontally across the space infront of us, opening a rather large connection.
There was a tense air upon our arrival.
There were hundreds of unrecognizable faces scattered about.
And the venue for this supposed talk was in the strangest place. Why they wanted to host it in the middle of the destroyed Kuoh Academy, I had no idea.
They hadn’t even bothered to clean anything up beyond this immediate area where everyone was gathered at.
At the center, there was a table, with each side represented in their own corners and their own people behind them.
The people here, they seemed to ease up once they realized who we were. I suppose it wasn’t unforgivable that they were all on edge. For most of them, they probably didn’t know that their leaders had been discussion something like this for long. Because I have no doubt in my mind that this whole thing was a long time coming.
Yasaka though, she didn’t flinch or react at all. All the intense looks that were sent our way, she held her head up high, and started walking towards the only empty seat remaining. Everyone silently watched her as we followed, the only accompanying sound were heels tapping against the concrete ground.
She slid into her chair, leg swung over the other, hands rested in her lap. She smiled lightly; her gaze cast around the table. “It seems we’re the last to arrive.” She said plainly, knowing full well we were late.
I noticed several Divine figures right off the bat, and I could guess which were which. Even if one of them wasn’t supposed to be here based on the list we got.
The Angels as well, it’s my first time seeing a Non-Fallen Angel in person. The Holy Power they emitted was unmistakable.
And finally, the Devils.
Our eyes met.
I don’t think either of us knew how to react.
He looked way too similar to me, down to my eye color as well.
My Father.
“We were starting to wonder if you were going to show up.” Azazel was the first to speak, a little jab in his words.
“Oh, it took awhile to get ready. You know how it is, abruptly getting such an Invitation dropped in our lap. It almost makes me feel like we were but an afterthought.” Yasaka shot back. “But I’m sure it was just an accident. Afterall, for something that clearly is important to several factions here, I’m sure they wouldn’t do something so blatantly disingenuous.”
That made everyone around the table utterly silent and created a very awkward atmosphere.
Well done, Yasaka.
“Speaking of –“ She turned to look at a familiar face. “Sun Wukong, as pleasant as it is to see you again, I’m utterly surprised that you’re here. Which I certainly shouldn’t be, because at the very least, the letter I received beforehand specified who would be attending.”
Even the Monkey King scratched his head awkwardly.
I doubt any of them expected Yasaka to go for the proverbial throat immediately upon sitting down.
“Oh well, I can imagine things have been busy for everyone.” She once more glanced around the table. “Outsiders whispering in the Fomorian King’s Ear.” As soon as the words left her mouth, a Godly presence sitting next to what was obviously the Angels radiated out. Yasaka didn’t even shudder as she met his gaze. “Or maybe the ones doing the same for the Giants of Muspelheim and Jotunheim.” She glanced at who I presumed to be Odin. For some reason, he was drilling his eye into me, but his body twitched as soon as he registered what she said. “Or perhaps the Old Satan Faction members that have made some rather unsavory friends, just as Kokabiel had.” The Three Abrahamic factions now were staring at her intently and I could tell that Yasaka was relishing in the moment. “I can completely understand, as we’ve been dealing with problems of our own, which I don’t think I need to elaborate on. So it’s understandable, I suppose, that we were barely worth a second thought.”
Again, she made them utterly silent to the point where their indignation couldn’t even bring them to speak up.
Who were we? Some backwater faction that inhabits a small corner of the world, and here Yasaka basically revealed that she knows quite a bit more than she should.
And right now, she was basically looking down her nose at everyone else.
Declare victory from the start.
“So, what can we, the Youkai of Japan, help you with?”
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Serafall Leviathan POV
This bitch.
She just struts right in after making a big scene, didn’t even bother with formalities, and laid her proverbial junk on the table.
Not to mention the people she brought. I can’t deny that she knew how to make an entrance, and they were totally rocking the look they went with, but it was still frustrating.
The hell are we supposed to say to that? Can’t really call her out on it either, because she was definitely right, even if it was sarcasm.
They were an afterthought because it was convenient. We just didn’t think they’d throw it in our faces. And the Sun Wukong thing wasn’t our fault, but I couldn’t say that either. That would mean acknowledging that we didn’t care about them in the first place.
There goes almost all of our original plans right out the window.
If she was speaking the truth, then somehow, the Youkai of all factions know more than even us. What was that about Fomorians? I didn’t even know they were acting up, but the way Lugh reacted, there was definitely something going on there!
And even Odin reacted when she mentioned the Giants. I heard there was some noise over there, but nothing enough to make the All-Father get serious.
Dang it.
We heard last minute that Michael was bringing Lugh, so we were scrambling to figure that whole thing out. That was after Azazel threw Odin at us too, so we equally divided our attention between them, but it was veryshort notice.
And like the day before, Odin said he was bringing Sun Wukong along as an outside party that was only spectating.
And to top it all off, Zekram decided he was coming along with us.
I had to resist the urge to scowl when I saw Yasaka meet my eyes. That knowing smile on her face was just…..aggravating.
And my spell to try and scan them failed. I was sure I was stealthy about it, but it just sort of…..fizzled out when I tried to target them.
And seeing Sirzech’s bastard making doe eyes at Mama Gremory just seemed to make the whole thing that much more ridiculous.
“How about we start with introductions.” I put on my best smile and addressed the table.
I would honestly be impressed at the audacity that Yasaka showed if it didn’t slap us right in the face.
But it wasn’t the time to let us lose the advantage.
“Fine, lets get these useless pleasantries out of the way.” Odin snorted, though he seemed to have a noticeable interest in Wilhelm.
No idea what that was about. Though Mama Gremory did mention that he summoned Yggdrasil when he rescued her…..the first time. Did it have something to do with that? Some kind of spell that left some lingering effect?
Maybe the Old God was interested in that. He’s also a God of Magic in addition to everything else.
“Oh, let me start!” I clapped, easing the tension with a bright smile. “I’m Serafall Leviathan, representing the Devils! I handle Foreign Affairs.”
I nudged Sirzechs has he seemed to be staring at a certain other redhead.
Dammit, Sirzechs, get your head in the game. We literally had a talk about this yesterday. You said you weren’t going to cause a scene. Staring blatantly is causing a scene.
“Sirzechs Lucifer.” He finally regained some semblance of appearance. He finally pulled his eyes away from his bastard, whom was scowling in his direction. “I handle Domestic affairs.”
Or in other words, he’s our big stick to waive around when the Old Satan Faction gets uppity. Which…..may need to happen again after last time if what Yasaka implied was true.
……crap, we’re going to have to get information from the Faction that despises us.
“Ajuka Beelzebub. I handle the Research and Development for various fields.” Ajuka boringly stated.
Even Sirzechs glanced at the last ‘member’ of our gathering. Well, the ‘member’ who would be allowed to speak. We had plenty of other Devils sitting quietly behind us. And they were thoroughly taught that they were not going to open their mouths unless we told them to.
Grayfia was to the side, as she always is and no one would question her presence. Okita was also sitting near the others. In the worse case scenario, it would be good to have more help defending the kids.
Speaking of kids, Rias and Sona were both there, along with most of Rias’s peerage, and Sona’s queen. Basically, everyone that had been involved Kokabiel’s suicidal bout of idiocy.
Of course, that meant Mama Gremory too.
As funny as it was to make fun of Sirzechs about her and Wilhelm being a thing, it really did make things awkward.
Like…..how were we supposed to handle her? Normally, it would have been great to use her relationship to bring the Half-Devil to our side, but we couldn’t exactly pressure the Matriarch of the Gremory family. And that also meant we had to be careful what we said around her……..
“I am Zekram Bael.” The old coot raised his voice, drawing every eye to himself. “I lead a faction amongst the Devils known as the Great King Faction.”
Still had no idea what hidden agendas he had. This guy was always so hard to read.
Atleast he was being supportive of us. It wasn’t a secret that he didn’t side with the Old Satans, seeing that they were leading us to extinction. But he also doesn’t always have interests that align with ours.
He usually doesn’t step into the spotlight like this, which makes it even stranger.
And I could guess the reason why.
A certain red-haired boy that’s been causing us nothing but headaches.
“We also brought along the ones involved in the attack by Kokabiel” It was my turn again. “In case anyone has any questions, or you want to hear it from their mouths.”
It would be a good experience for them too.
“Are we next?” An Angelic voice touched everyone’s ears. Golden hair, shining and pristine aura. Just being near him honestly made me uncomfortable, just from the Holy Power that he possessed. “I am Archangel Michael, representing Heaven.” And he was always unfailingly polite.
“Hello everyone, I’m Archangel Gabriel.” The most innocent voice accompanied one of the most beautiful faces I’ve ever seen. It was absurd that such an innocent woman had that lascivious body.
“And I am the Flame of God!” The last of the Archangels present let out a roar, his Holy Flames enveloping his fist as it hit the table. Thankfully, we had anticipated something like this and made the table very durable. “I am the Archangel Uriel!”
Something told me that he wasn’t that keen on this whole thing.
Couldn’t put my finger on it.
But the glares he was sending our way didn’t bode well.
Then again, Uriel was always one of the more vicious Angels.
Michael also began introducing a few more people, some members of the Church. It wasn’t unexpected, while Heaven rules over the Church, the Church often acts with autonomy. Often to Heaven’s own annoyance.
It was important and everyone, but one person amongst the Church took my full attention.
“And this is Vasco Strada, second only to the Pope.” The last man was introduced.
He was massive.
I knew who he was, I’ve seen him before. And I always doubted he was human every time I saw him. Because I’ve never seen a human give off that kind of aura before.
He was strong, and I don’t even know if I would beat him in a fight.
The main cast were introduced, and he made an offhanded remark about the legion of Angels be brought along. Not that we could fault him for that, things were shaky as they were.
Once he finished, eyes turned once more towards the God that had accompanied the Angels.
“I, Lugh, God of Light, represent the Tuath De Danann.” The First of our Godly representatives introduced themselves. “We have had an agreement for many years, so I was more than willing to accompany them to such talks. And it seems that I also have a new vested interest here.” His eyes briefly flickered to Yasaka, making me frown for a moment.
However, his gaze was almost completely locked onto a different woman.
She stood behind Yasaka, radiant Red Eyes, and a lithe body. A red, Demonic Spear, held over her shoulder as confidence shined in her eyes.
Yeah….this is really going to get complicated quickly.
“My turn.” Azazel’s voice cut through my thoughts as I shook off my own annoyance. “Hey everyone~ I’m Azazel, Governor General of the Grigori. I have my secretary Penemue, and my second in command, Baraqiel, here with me. Along with my own host that are sitting off to the side.” Azazel’s introduction was rather casual, but that was normal for him.
As much as he liked to act nonchalant, he was very calculating and intelligent. If he though this was the best way to go about things, then I wouldn’t get hung up on his flippant attitude.
“Passing over to you, ol’ One eye.”
Odin was someone to always be wary of. He was technicallyretired, yet here he was representing the Norse Faction. He had a old cap on his head, a monocle over his missing eye and a weather look about him. Not to mention that large stick he held in his arms, presumably a walking stick, but that was fooling no one.
Odin was known for a certain spear, and I doubt he would go anywhere without it.
But surprisingly, in this moment, Odin looked……lost.
Which was strange to see on a God, most of all someone like him.
It was if he was staring off into space, only to suddenly come back to attention once his name was called.
The Old God huffed in annoyance. “I’m Odin, this is my nagging Valkyrie, Rossweisse.”
“….Well, I guess I should introduce myself even if I’m not participating.” The Monkey King began only to be cut off by Odin, who slammed his stick on the ground.
“Everyone knows who you are.” Odin grunted. “But more importantly.” He raised his wrinkled hand up, finger extended towards Wilhelm. “Why do you have my blessing, boy.”
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Odin POV
I ignored that annoying prattling the young’uns were going on about.
It was entertaining, mostly, but there was something else the held my attention. I knew that the boy was going to be something interesting, the Old Monkey said so and he’s rarely wrong.
But………why did he have my blessing?
It took me longer than I’d like to admit before I realized it. Maybe I was distracted by the other things he had.
“Not to mention your Divinity” I eyed him. “Don’t know how that’s possible. But how in the blazes did you get my blessing!”
And It was a strong one at that. When was the last time I blessed someone with that much strength? Centuries upon centuries ago.
I would point out the Runes that were carved into his soul, but the lass next to him could answer that question easily enough. She was one of the few I passed those down to. Though, her being so blatantly alive and standing right there was a whole other question. Even if she looked a lot different than I remember, that presence of hers was unmistakable.
And there was something off about her. Off about several of the other girls standing over there. The Blonde one, the Purple Haired once with the nice rack. And her as well.
Why did they feel similar to the Einherjar back home?
That damn clothes he was wearing were annoying. But they couldn’t stop me, and I needed to figure this out. His Divinity shielded him much from my sight, but I could still see enough.
Ddraig was using his soul like an apartment. He had Divinity that was strikingly similar to my own Son’s. The Storm raged within it, but contained well enough to show how well he had it under control. It wasn’t something that was haphazardly thrown on somehow. It was a part of him now, intertwined with his entire being.
“So, it’s true. You really do have Divinity.” That brat Lugh commented.
“Bah, who cares about that. I wanna know why he has my blessing!”
“What’s the big deal, did you not remember giving it to him or something.” The Azazel brat spoke up.
“I haven’t given anyone my blessing in centuries, you damn crow.”
“Maybe you were too drunk to remember?” The brat himself answered finally.
Cheeky brat. “Funny, I’ve never actually been thatdrunk before.” I narrowed my eye at him.
The corners of his lips curled up. “All I know is that the God Odin gave me his blessing.”
And I could find no falsehoods in his words.
He was telling the truth and it made no sense.
Now that I look at him again, my blessing is……strange. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it felt off.
Well, there was one way to check. Any blessing I’ve given, I can easy take away. I simply had to reach out and –
I blinked.
It rejected me.
I know damn well that it’s my blessing!
But it rejected me!
A blessing of mine, that clearly isn’t mine…..
Suddenly, several more things began to make sense. I had an inkling of what was going on, and the idea even made me hesitate to voice it. Was I merely overthinking things?
What were the chances? It sounded crazy in my head, but……many things seemed to line up now.
The woman who should have been dead. The Sword that took the name of an already existing sword. That other one who wielded Indra’s weapon.
…..I need to think about this some more.
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Wilhelm POV
It was pointless to try and lie to Odin.
And I doubt he would take a ‘no’ for an answer on this one, considering it was his blessing in the first place.
So, I simply told the truth.
However, he went…..silent for some reason, looking really lost in thought.
“Should I go then?” Yasaka decided to break the new silence. “I’m Yasaka, and I will be representing the collective Youkai of Japan.”
“And what about your other……companions.” Azazel leaned forward.
“Hmm? Oh my companions. Well, they’re here supporting me, don’t worry. I will be handling the talks as the Leader of the Youkai.” Yasaka had a grin on her face as Azazel twitched in response. “Unless, there was some kind of ulterior motive in inviting us? Or are you simply going to interrogate all the people I’ve brought, much like what’s happened already.” She glared towards Odin.
The Norse God rolled his eyes, but didn’t respond.
“We’re just curious about those involved in what happened, Lady Yasaka.” The Archangel Michael smiled warmly towards us.
It was kinda difficult to be snippy when he gave off such a genuine aura.
“Very well.” Yasaka looked as if she was acquiescing to his request. As if we weren’t going to do so anyways. She held her hand up, gesturing towards Soma. “This is my Guard, Soma, the newest owner of the Dimension Lost.”
The reaction that this new information got out of most people present was amusing to see.
Certain Sacred Gears were called Longinus for a reason.
And I took a small bit of pleasure seeing Azazel pout.
“And from Nurarihyon’s side.” She gestured towards Aotabō.
“I’m Third seat under Lord Nurarihyon – Aotabō.” The Large Youkai was very brief in his introduction, but it came off well enough.
Yasaka glanced at us, and we were up.
“I am Artoria Pendragon.” Artoria was the first to step up. “I am representing the Pendragon Family.” She held a hand upon the pommel of her sword, earning some glares from the Church members.
“Rin Tohsaka, Student of Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg.” Rin’s introduction was brief as I think she was feeling a little intimidated. She was the one who was adamant about coming, and I couldn’t deny her. She had always been helping and was throwing her lot in with us just as much. Not to mention, she is the Master of Artoria, she had every right to be here with her.
But the name drop of Gramps raised some eyebrows. None of them knew the origin of my name, to hear someone else bearing it, well, it probably opened up some questions.
“Hello, I’m Jinn, spirit of Knowledge.” Jinn introduced herself. And honestly I’m wondering if she was capable of feeling intimidated. Being stared at by both Gods and Devils, and her cheerful attitude didn’t change.
And It was obvious her – my – staff was drawing some mild attention as well. I wonder how many here could recognize its divine origin?
“I am Minamoto-no-Raikou.” My wonderful Servant said very bluntly. Her name wasn’t exactly unknown, but it was unlikely it made its way out of Youkai territory. And I could guess that most assumed her a descendant or spiritual inheritor like what seems to pop up every now and then.
She also didn’t elaborate further, but she also got quite a bit of attention. Especially from the Godly guests, and specifically, the Monkey king was looking at her in astonishment.
Scáthach spun her spear before slamming it on the ground. “I hail from the Land of Shadows, conquering it as its queen. I am Scáthach.”
Once more, there was utter surprise flashing across many faces. I think ‘knowing’ and actually hearing it from the mouth of the woman herself was something completely different.
The God – Lugh looked the most conflicted. And it was understandable considering what Pantheon and part of the world he hailed from.
And finally it was my turn.
Hundreds of eyes were now on me and it felt strange.
I looked around, and my eyes fell once more on someone that brought about many negative emotions from me.
As I told Raikou, I couldn’t help but still feel some of these even if I know I wasn’t as powerless and insecure I was those years ago.
I had been through a lot.
I had grown, I had gained my own family.
I have those I love now.
So, I Looked right at him. My gaze meeting his own and I didn’t back down.
The one who had condemned me to a ruined childhood filled with loneliness and depression. Who expected me to simply live within the confines of a box he set up so I was out of sight and out of mind.
I’ve never been very self-conscious about my name, but strangely, right now, I felt inordinately confident in myself.
It was a declaration.
“I am Wilhelm Henry Schweinorg.”
And seeing him frown, it just made me all kinds of happy.
“Well then.” Yasaka took the reins back. “Shall we get down to business?”
Comments
James French
Fuck that was amazing
Gabriel Rodrigues
Hmm
