Holy Scotland 2

They tensed at his words and together, pulled down the hoods of their cloaks revealing a pair of very pretty older girls. One, a cool yellow eyed, blue haired beauty, the other a vibrant chestnut haired girl with violet eyes reminiscent of Serafall's and her hair fashioned into a pair of perky twin tails just like his new 'king'.

"Devil," Xenovia eyed him with yellow eyes filled with distaste, a heavy frown on her face, "Why are you giving off such a powerful holy aura? No devil should be able to stand anywhere near such a powerful holy aura without being seared out of existence."

"You think he's in line with Kokabiel?" Irina tapped her chin, "It's not really his m.o but he is a heathen that turned his back on the lords teachings."

"Yeah, no," Yarden snorted, cutting those thoughts off, "I'm just a reincarnated devil that had access to vast holy power before doing so. The Judo Christian faction isn't the only ones with access to holy power you know." he pointed out.

"Ah?" Irina tilted her head to the side at his words, "So...you had all this holy power before becoming a devil then?"

Xenovia on the other hand, clicked her tongue, her frown deepening, "To think someone with such an intense holy power would become a filthy devil," she shook her head in disgust, "Either way, why have you approached us devil? If you have no relation to Kokabiel, we have no interest in you."

Yarden had to force himself not to laugh. He knew after all, how quickly she jumped into being a devil upon learning of Gods death.

"I did, I'm a descendant of the Sun God Belenus," he proudly replied to Irina before turning his attention to the blue haired girl, "And it's not like I have no relation, I'm here in this place right now to keep an eye out for him after all and intervene should he attack the devil heirs in this city."

"A pagan god then," Xenovia snorted in derision, but nodded at his words, "Very well, that is acceptable. We'll take care of Kokabiel before he ever makes a move against Rias Gremory or Sona Sitri."

"Well, if you can manage it, I don't mind letting you girls go about your business," he shrugged. He didn't really care about Kokabiel in the end after all. They wouldn't be able to mind you, they just lacked the strength, "But, if you find yourselves in trouble, I don't mind lending you a hand either. I can take care of Kokabiel as easy as breathing."

Probably not that easily, but he doubted it would be that much of a problem once he sealed Kokabiel's power of light off from him using Delete Field.

"Eh?" Irina made a sound of surprised confusion, "Why would you do that devil-kun? It can't be that you want to grab the Excalibur fragments for yourself!?"

He laughed, "No love, nothing like that, after all, my own holy sword is far superior to even the original Excalibur," Yarden replied braggingly, before smirking and stepping forward towards her. The pair of them tensed quickly, but when he merely raised his finger up and stroked Irina gently under the chin, they stopped reaching for their weapons, "Honestly, just because it would be a shame to see such pretty girls get killed by that annoying crow."

Xenovia gave him a confused look, "What..?"

Irina on the other hand, her cheeks tinted red and she gasped, "Oh my, Devil-kun, are you hitting on me?" she asked, cupping her cheeks.

"A bit," Yarden laughed, letting go of her chin, "But beyond that, I'm a new devil. Just got turned tonight actually. I'm the new queen of the Leviathan so I'm pretty powerful, but unknown. Me helping you guys out and making sure this incident is handled without issue will help give me a good reputation."

Irina's eyes flew wide open and she stared at him in shock, "...The queen of the Leviathan?" she gasped, "You're that important devil-kun? Wow, good on you!"

"That I am," Yarden beamed proudly, "My name is Yarden by the way. Yarden Caelan Odhar Wallace, the descendent of the great William Wallace, son of the holy sun god Belenus." he fully introduced himself, and to punctuate his words he held one hand up and formed a sphere of billowing white-gold holy flames.

"I see," Xenovia nodded, crossing her arms, "Those flames seeping such dense holy power. Your claim of a holy sword and now the queen of the Leviathan. I understand now why you believe Kokabiel to be your inferior."

"Well, not just that," Yarden grinned at her teasingly and allowed his flames to disappear, replacing them a moment later pitch black ebony gauntlets, "I also have two sacred gears. Both God and Scotland itself favour me heavily."

Perhaps when God died he had become part of the land of Scotland and saw the righteous greatness that was the lads of Scotland?

"Two?" Irina spluttered, "People can have two sacred gears?"

The twin tailed girl shook her head and chuckled after a moment, "Heh, it seems Gods all encompassing love even passes to those who wish to become sinners. Truly, a great lord."

Scotland was a great god indeed. And now that he thought on it. Didn't it make sense? Delete Field should have been in the possession of Azazel, outside the reincarnation cycle of the Sacred Gears after being extracted. Who else but their maker could call them to another? It was odd in the first place how Yarden's soul transferred worlds.

Could it be, that after his death in the Great War, God stuck around and became one with Scotland? And then intervened when Scotland's greatest champion was in threat of being killed?

After all, Yarden himself was both Scottish and a Catholic before ending up here. 'It makes sense to me now.' Yarden gasped inwardly in realisation.

After all. How could God of the Bible die? 'Ignoring that gibberish, it is indeed odd that Yahweh died to the old Satan's,' Vritra chimed in, 'He may not have been the most powerful, but he was definitely in the top ten and his abilities like mine were not so simple they were mere brute force power. I am not ashamed to admit, he would have crushed me in a one on one fight, yet I would have done the same to any of the old Satan's.'

He knew he was reaching. But, there was something else to consider as well. He could freely think and talk about God of the Bible without any headaches or anything like that. His holy bloodline should not be able to counteract that, it was a different thing entirely.

Something just seemed to click with that thought to him. Yahweh had become Scotland. And he, Yarden was the greatest current living lad of Scotland.

Which meant those filthy former Satan's had struck out at Scotland itself.

It was all beginning to come together now. It was odd in a way, why a proud Scotsman like him accepted working under Serafall despite not wanting anyone having authority. Was he being guided by Scotland all along? Scotland itself wanted him to become a devil!

'But why?' he wondered. The only thought that came to mind, was for him to punish the evil descendants of those filthy former Satans that dared to strike out at Scotland.

"Devil-Yarden-kun!" Irina's voice broke him from his patriotic, religious thoughts, "Yooho, are you there? You just kinda blanked out." she waved her hand in front of his face.

Yarden shook his head, "Yeah, sorry about that," he replied with a grin, "I was just thinking you're absolutely right, God is a pretty great guy."

He'd have to be, to be one with Scotland after all.

Irina nodded approvingly, "Huh, maybe some devils aren't so bad after all?" she mused, "Is it possible for devils to be followers of God?" she turned and asked Xenovia.

The blue haired girl shrugged, "I would usually say no, yet he as a devil does not feel pain from the name of the lord being spoken in front of him," Xenovia crossed her arms, "It still doesn't make sense for me though that one who would think so highly of God, a descendant of a pagan god no less, would then join with the mortal enemies of the church and become a devil."

Yarden snorted, "You think too little," he crossed his own arms, "It's obvious is it not? Why I have two sacred gears, when I was only born with one. The second came to me when my life was in danger and saved me. And why even as a devil I feel no pain from speaking or thinking of God." he raised an eyebrow in challenge at her.

"Oh, and why's that?" Xenovia challenged right back with a raised eyebrow of her own.

Yarden snorted, "It's clearly the will of Yahweh Of The Scots." he bragged proudly.

They just stared at him for a moment. Before Irina broke the silence with a nod, "It does make sense right?" the chestnut haired girl looked to her partner, "Even the Satans can't talk about God without feeling pain. And God is worshipped in Scotland as well, so he is a God of Scotland."

"...The logic is sound, because I can't find an argument to refute it," Xenovia nodded, "Indeed then, it is possible for devils to be followers of God." she agreed.

'...I cannot believe I'm actually seeing literal exorcists agree with this nonsense.' Vritra gaped.

Yarden ignored the non believer. Honestly, you'd think he'd have learned by now with how he was now a Scottish Dragon. Why couldn't God of the Bible transition as well?

"That's why, if you two find yourselves unable to beat Kokabiel and his bitch ass minions, you should just give me a shout," Yarden told the pair of them, "I'll come save your pretty little asses." he winked.

Xenovia nodded, unbothered by his words, "Again, a sound logic. As a follower of god you to have the right to punish Kokabiel for his sins." the blue haired teen agreed.

Irina on the other hand, her cheeks had flushed a bit at his words, "..Ah, is it fine then for one God clearly favours to flirt with us?" she wondered.

"Obviously, or I wouldn't be doing it," Yarden rolled his eyes. Scotland would never deny its proud son the chance to get laid with such a beauty, "Anyway, I'll catch you two later then alright?" he bid them goodbye with a wave which they returned.

He left them with quite a bit to think on. And he had quite a bit to think on himself while working on getting a grasp of his new inborn abilities.