8 Chapter 7. Breaking the balance.
'Oh fucking shit! Fuck! Fuck my life!' I cried mentally as I ran for my damn life! "Oh hell! Oh crap, crap, crap!" I screamed to myself as I ran through several walls, some people would probably be mad, but my survival takes full priority!
*Time shift. Five minutes ago*
"Fuck my life," I whispered after hearing his threat. I'm fairly sure I was paler than normal after hearing his declaration. He said it so casually too, like he was taking out the trash or getting groceries.
"You have nine more minutes before I decide to hunt you down little reaper. You best start now." That, oh so, calming smile said friend, but the devil who wore it was anything but friendly. I gulped before straight up pulling up my stats.
Name: Spencer A. Hott
Alias: Mores M. Operandi
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Title: The Gamer/Merciful Death.
Level: 200
HP: 1325
Regen: 105 HP per minute
MP: 3850
Regen: 2150 Mp per minute.
VIT:61(-8)
STR:70
DEX:141 (+4)
INT:139 (+15)
WIS:200 (+15)
LUC:100 (+5)
Stat Points: 560.
Money: 500000 Yen
Skill points: 140
Affinities:
Chaos:50(+20)
Fire: 40(+20)
Lighting: 90(+20)
Earth: 55(+20)
Water: 70(+20)
Wind: 35(+20)
Dark: 50(+20)
Light: 95(+20)
I didn't so much as think when I distributed all my points. My thought process at the time had been: My survival depends on this! Think later! Act now!
Name:Spencer A. Hott
Alias: Mores M. Operandi
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Title: The Gamer/Merciful Death.
Level: 200
HP: 2050
Regen: 105 HP per minute
MP: 8850
Regen: 2150 MP per minute.
VIT:90(-8)
STR:70
DEX:241 (+4)
INT:339 (+15)
WIS:200 (+15)
LUC:170 (+5)
Stat Points: 0
Money: 500000 Yen
Skill points: 140
Affinities:
Chaos: 50(+20)
Fire: 40(+20)
Lighting: 90(+20)
Earth: 55(+20)
Water: 70(+20)
Wind: 35(+20)
Dark: 50(+20)
Light: 95(+20)
I hoped that was enough. God, did I hope so.
"Eight and a half minutes left; Tick Tock, Tick Tock." After that, I ran as fast as I could and went straight through the wall of everything in my path.
*Time back to normal*
{Can't you go any faster?!} Bahamut demanded of me.
"Well, sorry if this isn't fast enough for you, but I'm literally going as fast as I can!" I hastily told my arm as several more walls crumbled behind me.
{Why are you running? Use your wings damnit!}
"They take up too much mana! I can't cover the recharge rate and I'm gonna need every last drop to heal myself when he catches up."
{Then use your horse!}
Now that, actually made me stop in my tracks. Mainly from the shock that I didn't think of that myself. As far as I can tell my creatures stack to my level, probably a bit higher in some cases(AKA Wraith and the ringwraiths).
"I'm an idiot," I took the time to lament and facepalm at my own stupidity, though reality bitch smacked me a second later. "Black rider!" My ride arose from the ground and I hopped on. "I need you to go as fast as you can, a big guy is hunting us and I'm counting on you to help me escape." I told the black horse.
It did the equivalent of nod and moved. I wasn't prepared for it to go from 0 to 1000 in a second(Omega Note: zero to a hundred, real quick. . . I regret nothing). I held onto its mane for dear life and pulled myself to a proper stance and winced at the wind smacking into me, but I willed myself to stare ahead and keep us from smashing into something solid.
"Good horse! We have three minutes and I don't plan to stay here when it finishes." The horse nodded in agreement and turned back to face the road. I crossed my fingers and did something I haven't done since before that day. I prayed, not to anyone specific but to whoever would listen.
'Please, I don't wanna die again.'
|Pov shift third person|
While the gamer rode to safety, the creator of this madness stood by and looked at his watch until his self-made deadline finishes.
"Onii-Sama. What are you doing?! He didn't do anything wrong!" Rias pleaded with her older brother, who uncharastically, ignored her in favor of his countdown.
"Listen to me!" She demanded of the king of devils. This actually got him to react and he smiled sweetly at his sister.
"Oh don't worry so much Rias, it'll be quick and painful." The cheerful way he said this made everyone present shiver from the badly disguised intent coming off him.
"Lord Zechs, killing him is a terrible mistake. He didn't hurt us and even apologized for what he showed us. We made a pseudo pact with him and he kept through on his side of the bargain. This would send a very bad message for devil kind as a whole if this got out." Sona tried to reason with the sis-con.
That actually caused him to falter but he smiled once again and patted Sona's head condescendingly. "That is why nobody but us will know, do I make myself clear Sona? Or will we have a problem?" Sona gulped and shook her head no. She briefly felt some of the intent flicker towards her before refocusing its attention on the Mores size whole in the wall. Sona tried to catch her breath but it took her a few moments to do so, her queen and peerage rushed to help her. She told them she was fine and just needed a moment.
"One more minute left." Sirzechs commented happily. Rias was about to try and stop her brother again when her pawn pushed her aside.
"Issei! What are you-"
"Rias. Shut the hell up for a moment." Just like that her mouth shut from the shock that Issei, Issei, told her to shut up. Judging by everyone's expressions of total shock, nobody expected it either.
Issei approached Sirzechs, his left hand forming the crimson gauntlet of the Boosted Gear. Sirzechs turned towards him and gave a smile that on any other time might've been welcoming, but in this instance it was forced.
"Well, so your the new pawn I heard so much-"
"{Boost! Boost! Boost! Boost! Explosion!}" The boosted gear sounded in quick succession before Issie straight up clocked the super devil square in the jaw. Sirzech barely felt it but he was startled at the audacity of the pawn and staggered. Issie grabbed his collar and pulled him down to eye level with himself, a flickering emerald fire in his eye.
"Do you think I'll honestly let you hunt my best friend like he was some animal, you bastard!?" The cold way he said this made even the strongest queen shiver a little. Yet Sirzechs merely smiled and pried the pawn off him. His gauntlet still in his clutches as his smile was even less friendly as before.
"If you weren't a part of Rias's peerage, well-" He gave the boosted gear a squeeze and it cracked immediately. Issie's eyes widened in agony and he shouted from the pain. "You wouldn't be living." He finished calmly. He let go and when he did the timer rang in the empty arena.
"Well, it looks like his time is up. This won't take long." Before anyone could stop him he flew off at mach speeds, leaving them in the dust.
"We. . . Need to. . . Follow him." Issie huffed out as Asia did her best at healing his gear, it was slow going at best. Rias was about to dissuade him otherwise, but a look from her stubborn pawn froze her tongue. "I won't let my friend die. It's that simple. You'll either help me or don't." He told them as he grew his wings and began to head after them, Asia was close behind as was everyone else.
|Return pov first person|
Come on! Where is that damn exit already?! I know it's around here somewhere, the gates of hell should be somewhere nearby. My senses were on red alert as a bogey was coming up fast. "Here he comes." I murmured, mostly to myself, but Bahamut glowed in acknowledgement.
Reins materialized in my hands. I took a breath, and another to calm myself down, since the first one didn't work well. My hands stopped shaking, so I think it worked at least.
{Incoming!} Bahamut warned me just in time. I yanked to the left and the horse obeyed right when a ball of pure chaos, and who knows what else, destroyed the spot where I once was.
"Good, you dodged. It wouldn't be fun if you died right away." Sir Shit Face said from above, twelve very large and very intimidating wings kept him over me.
"Oh fuck off, Sir Siscon." I flipped him off and the siscon flinched before smiling cruelly.
'Dude. I'm gonna need your warnings to keep us alive.' I told my partner as I turned my attention back to the road, or lack thereof. {got it. Move Right!}
I did so and barely dodged another projectile.
{Right, left, back} He warned me and I followed through on his warnings the second he told me. Three even larger spheres of destruction impacted the ground where I once was. 'Crap, he's ramping up his attacks!'
{Wiggle formation! Wiggle!} Frantic screams entered my mind and I didn't so much as question him, no matter how much I wanted too. I kept my mount moving left right at wide angles to stop him from smashing us. Several dozen missed balls of destruction was my reward for listening. Even over the rushing winds I could hear him ground his teeth in frustration at my continued existence.
{He's charging a big one. I suggest teleporting, teleport now would work or run fast enough to outrun his city wide blast} I gulped at this warning, I can't dodge this. I can't dodge this, we can't dodge this.
Then, an idea struck me and I let go of the reins and closed my shaking hands into fists and put them behind me. If it worked for Natsu, it'll work for me. I also, idiotically I may add, caught sight of sis-con's attack and felt my blood drain out of my face. His attack was massive, far more massive than anything I've seen him do in the series.
I gulped yet I bottled my nerves and shoved them deep down and yelled like I was Mumen Rider fighting the Deep Sea King.
"Flame jets go!" Gouts of fire erupted from my fists and blasted the three of us(I'm counting the horse) the hell out of there. Right when he brought it down, unfortunately I didn't do it soon enough and my fingers payed for it.
"SON OF A EMERALD WHORE!" I yelled. I was about to heal my hands when I made the mistake of turning around and Holy shit he's right on top of us!
"Fuck this I'm out! Deadzone Stillborn!" We, as in me and the horse, flopped on the ground. Sand billowed up in a cloud from our collapse, it took me a second to realize what just happened and the adrenaline wore off so….
"Ouch. Ouch. Pain. Pain. Dear god how do the other gamers handle losing their whole limbs?!" After rolling around in the sand for a while I used my healing spell and abused the hell out of it.
Healing hands has gained two levels!
My Gamer's body helped with the actual regrowing of my limbs, I think. Still not sure how my body works afterall. Heh, guess i'm really starting to think of this as my body, huh. Neat. I sat down and watched the shifting dunes of this dimension. Nothing but sand, no cacti, no pesky scorpions, no nothing. Just sand and even then, this sand wasn't the normal type of sand.
It wasn't the sun-baked yellow that sand is known for, but a pale silver, like the sands of Hueco Mundo. It had an almost haunting beauty to it, and it managed calm me down. 'So nice. Not too cold, not too hot. Just right for a nap.' I was about to do so when my hand started to glow again.
{Don't get to comfortable partner. Something as trivial as changing dimensions won't stop someone as powerful as that devil.}
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…..?!
"What?!" I screamed in fear.
"Your not telling me what I think your telling me, right partner? Right?!" My panic wasn't hiding anymore.
{If you mean him being able to travel dimensions than yes. That's exactly what I'm telling you, but it's not like it can get worse.} My partner said bluntly.
Smack!
My hand found my face at near mach speeds. He just invoked it. "Dammit Bahamut. You broke the one rule." I groaned. While he tried to figure out what I meant, I did the smart thing and went to remount on my horse. Except it was gone, the horse must've de summoned itself and it refused to come at my call.
{Which rule did I break? It must be important if your reacting like this.} Said reaction was me running for the hills, making little progress yet I didn't let that stop my frantic sprinting.
"You invoked the law of Murphy." I told him between ragged breaths. Why am I so tired? I know I did a lot today but I'm a gamer, I'm not supposed to be tired. Unless I run on a private stamina system! No, that's stupid, it's just I'm not used to fighting for my life for this long. That's the only thing I can think of that's remotely plausible.
I was transferred into one of my favorite video games, hijacked Delta's body and killed a Big sister of which I adopted as my own little sister since she's too young to deal with life's crap. Wiped out an entire peerage, while I was planning eighty moves ahead, turned into the Witch king, which was exhausting in of itself. Ran away from Sir-fucking-zechs on a horse moving at blue hedgehog levels of speed while dodging any of his ranged bullshit and lost my fingers in his stupid energy attack.
No wonder i'm out of it, this day has been one pain in the ass after another one. If I survive this I'm gonna sleep for a week. My trudging slowed down till I flat out collapsed on the rolling sand dunes.
"I think I can afford a few minutes of rest after this whole fiasco." I yawned from exhaustion but I snapped back into reality when I heard the familiar crackling noise of destruction a good ways behind me. "Oh you gotta be shitting me!" My panic coming out in full force.
{Run!}
"Where?! There's nothing but sand!" I screamed at my arm. It was true though, just miles and miles of open desert.
{Hide underground you fool!} Crap, I forgot I could do that! I try and ignore the crackling of destruction behind me and instead focus on trying to move the sand so it would hide me.
Yet nothing happened, I tried again, again and thrice more. "What the hell!? This is earth, isn't it? Observe!"
[Soul Powder]
Bio: The powder of the soul. It is the remains of the countless souls damned by the Grim reapers. Nothing remains of them, except this powder of the soul, nobody even remembers their names; AKA Not earth.
Well, that explains why I can't manipulate it, shit. Reality shuddered as the super devil tried to breach into my alternate dimension. Screw this! I need to run. My legs however refused to obey, I was too tired. "Angel of death!" Instead of two bone wings, four erupted out of my back and sent me flying randomly.
"Ahhh! Why won't you work!?" I berated my wings, though I knew it was pointless. Why won't my wings work like they used to? 'Wait a minute. Mores probably had experience using only one pair of wings, his body adapted and it became muscle memory for him. Which is why I could use them right off the bat, but this body has no clue how to work four wings bigger than me. I need to control this, or else Sir-Siscon will kill me.
This was my thought process as I spiraled into the sky. Well, at least I don't have to worry about crashing. I used my air element to manipulate the flow of the air, so it steadied me. Unfortunately, right when I did this the destructive portal opened and Sirzechs flow through it. I gulped as I got a real good look of his wings, they were a bit smaller than mine, but unlike my four, there were twelve of them. I thought he only had eight! That's how many he used to chase me down. . . Unless he was just toying with me. I was sweating like crazy and that was before his killing intent smacked me and I nearly shat myself from the sheer presence it gave him. I had to get out of here! I need to-
Smack! I smacked myself to break me out of that loop. My heart stopped when I thought he heard me but it appears he has no clue I'm above him.
"Where are you!" And that scream of his only proves it, he doesn't know I'm up here. Gotta learn how to use these things. I tried to meditate but the super devil's screaming interrupted me, that and my own fear wasn't helping. 'Well, lets hope I can get one good thing from the fairy dance arc.' I took a deep breath in, and let it out. I clenched my back and released it, trying to move the joints that connect to my wings.
It took a few more tries until my wings twitched. 'C'mon' I pleaded. I clenched again, rolling my shoulder blades to see if that would help. Little by little my wings twitched and came under my control. I gently eased the currents of air off my wings and I was still able to use them.
'Good. now I need to leave through the portal he made….' why did I stop? Simple really, super devil he was he forgotten to look up and I'm guessing it was just after I gained control of my wings he had the ever brilliant idea to look skyward.
Our eyes locked, his was filled with a unholy wrath, mine were fearful yet calm. Since he couldn't want me any deader I did what any insane person would. I flipped him off for ten whole seconds and called him a incest-loving pig and ran away at the speed of sound(Omega Note: Oh you stupid, mother effer. Not even Cyan would've done that).
Needless to say I didn't need to know he was hot on my tail. What I didn't need was him hurling projectiles like it was going out of style. Thankfully, we were going too fast for them to be any use. He learned this just as I did, so instead he tried to increase his speed to match mine. If I don't do something soon he'll catch up!
Projectiles don't work because of the wind, but maybe. . . I turned to face him and launched thousands of Chaos Bolts at him. They all hit their mark and he was too busy defending to guess what my true plan was.
The super devil sneered at my pathetic attacks as they dinged against his shield. "Do you really think such attacks will work?"
"Of course not, but they make one hell of a distraction if I say so myself. Grand Lance!" I created intricate magic circles around the both of us and infused them with plenty of holy magic. His eyes widened comically and he fully stopped, setting up barrier after barrier in a attempt to stop the 'attack'.
Oh, how angry he'll be when he realized all those circles were diversions.
"Transfer fire and air elements to wings and pump as much mana as possible, now!" I ordered, my body compiled within moments and I felt my wings stiffen from the amount of mana I'm pushing into them, the sound barrier shattered from how fast I flew and I only got faster as time went on. I flew at this increible speed for about half an hour before my wings disappeared. I checked my status and noticed my mana was completly drained. "Oh. That's not-!" I slammed into the ground a moment later.
Apparently, I hadn't thought of gaining any altitude during my escape, and I payed for it with nearly 30% of my health on impact! I groaned as I climbed out of the me-size crater.
"Good-Owww, I'm gonna feel that for a while, I think I'm okay for now." I let myself fall on my butt, completely exhausted. 'Note to self, never use my magic so much that I end up powerless.' I thought to myself, I wanted to lay down and gravity, oh so, wanted me to do so, the sand is soft enough. I closed my eyes and layed down on the sand...huh, it's harder than it looks, and smoother?
I rapped my knuckles on the bottom and heard the terrifying sound of glass. I shot back up in pure terror as I realized what I'm in. Sirzechs was outside of my glass prison, smiling oh so cruelly at me. I was in his hourglass, the one that reduced a devil to sand in seconds. No. No! I REFUSE TO DIE HERE!
"Let me out!" I smashed against my glass prison, my hands bounced back and I nearly fell over from the force.
"Can't do that I'm afraid, this is where you die little reaper." He told me in a calm manner, I snapped in that moment. My elements snapped along with me, I let out a furious roar as did the air, chaotic energies and even the water in the air. Sirzechs's eyes widened as he leapt back. I didn't care, I was going off sheer rage and fear, my fists pounded on the glass, faster and faster I went. My fists smashing into one specific point.
If I can just hit hard enough, fast enough and precise enough I can break free. Faster! My fists need to go faster! My elements formed a drill on the outside and began drilling on the outer place I was smashing. Screeches filled the air as my elemental drill tried desperately to reach me as my own fists were just as desperate. Then, I saw a small crack forming in the glass. I nearly cried in joy as I pushed myself to go even faster than before. My drill must've sensed my hope and it began to push even to the upper levels of Laggan speed. The crack grew bigger and bigger, I began to cry tears of joy, I was gonna live!
But Sirzechs must've decided I had enough hope and simultaneously reinforced it and repaired it. My drill shattered upon trying to save me and my own hands. Crack! Crunch! They now hung loosely to my sides. No. no. please no. "No. no." I whimpered, I smashed my own head against the glass, I don't care if it hurt worse than the bullet to my head, I kept doing it. My head was bleeding by the third time, I finally slunk to the ground, whimpering pathetically,
"No. I don't want to die. No. Please, somebody, anybody, help me!" I cried at this point, blood mixing in with the tears as the reality sunk in. I'm going to die again, except now, I won't be coming back. I stared up at the face of my executioner who had a face of stone. "Why are you doing this to me?! I didn't do anything wrong! Please, listen to me!" I screamed at him, I didn't care that I looked utterly pathetic. I don't care that my vision is blurry and I can hardly see him through my own tears. I wanted, no, I needed an answer!
He didn't reply and instead looked away, I felt my anger ignite once more. "What's wrong?! You can't stomach your killing an innocent in cold blood! A teenager about the same age as your precious sister?!" That made him flinch and he looked at me coldly, normally such a stare would've terrified me but right now I don't care.
"You hurt my sister. That is reason-"
"BULLSHIT!" I called him out on it, I was a wreck, completely broken but I wouldn't be lied to.
"It's the truth!" He started screaming at me.
My eyes wide with terror yet blood boiling with rage. "Try the truth this time, jackass!" I yelled back. Blood, spit and tears welling up against the glass. I couldn't tell what he was doing anymore, my own breath had fogged up the glass.
"It doesn't matter anyway, what does matter is your a threat to my family and to my people; that is reason enough." Sirzechs finally said with conviction. Not a second later my hands began to disintegrate, except like in the anime it was slow and painful. A black screen appeared in front of me.
[Gamer's body is slowing down the disintegration process. You will die if you don't do something soon.]
Though I'm thankful for the skill I could barely read the text in front of me from the agony I was in. I screamed bloody murder as I was being disintegrated slowly by that sick fuck!
{Partner!} I could barely hear Bahamut over my own screams. {Partner! If you can hear me I need you to calm down!}
"Calm down! Calm down! I'm being disintegrated and your asking me to calm down?!" I asked incredulously. I was being destroyed atom by atom and he wants me to calm down?!
{We still have one last ace in play} It took a while to realize what he meant by that. At first I thought he meant turning into the Witch King again, but that doesn't boost my strength at all, and I doubt my enhanced defenses could work against this power. So that only leaves…
My eyes widened at the implication. "Balance breaker?" I asked weakly, my legs were dust when I looked down, guess that's why I didn't feel it. Bahamut made a sound of acknowledgement and materialized on my right arm. The Sacred Gear was also being reduced to dust, but at a much slower rate than my left arm, which was mostly gone at this point. Guess that's why I'm in so much pain, I'm experiencing the same pain as he is.
{I must warn you. When you use my balance breaker for the first time, the worst parts of our personalities will fuse and take control of us. Even your little guest in your head is subject to this action.} My eyes widened at the implication, he knew the real Mores was locked away in my mind.
{Don't worry Partner, your secret is safe with me.} Bahamut assured me and I would've sighed in relief but a wave of fresh agony lanced through what remained of my body. Both me and Bahamut screamed from the pain.
"Will it be enough to break the glass?" I asked him. Bahamut chuckled, though I could hear it was mostly forced.
{Combined as we are, our power will be twenty five times stronger than you are now. We will be able to smash through this glass to our freedom. It will last for thirty minutes at the most but we'll most likely won't pass five, you still up for it?} He informed me, a self assured grin began to take form on my face.
"Will he be able to stop us?"
{LET HIM TRY!} Bahamut roared into my mind.
"Then what are we waiting for partner?"
{Nothing}
"{BALANCE BREAKER!}"
[Pov shift]
In a dark sector of the Gamer's mind was the spirit of Mores. Restrained by the very chains that should obey him and him alone, sealed away to be forgotten and eventually assimilated into the mind of the Gamer. Yet, the chains loosened, if just barely.
"Seems like...his grip slipped...that's enough...for me to take control of my body." Meanwhile on the outside Sirzechs had long since muted the gamer's screams of pain.
'Try the truth this time jackass!' The gamer's words echoed in his mind, he acquainted it to his conscious trying to tell him killing a child was wrong. In that moment the a enraged roar pierced his thoughts, it was so loud he had to cover his ears in a attempt to block it out, yet it still drilled through no matter how hard he tried to block it out. Idly he noted it sounded like a dragon. If he had looked behind him he would see a outline, made entirely out of shadow, of a monstrous dragon; it surrounded the hourglass that trapped the Gamer inside.
The Gamer himself was the source of both the sound and the outline, his gear devoured all the light in the hourglass, reducing it to spot of pure black the outline was sucked in by a powerful vortex that originated from the Assimilation gear. With a mighty roar, the hourglass shattered into thousands of pieces. Sirzechs managed to look just as this happened and nearly got a face full of glass.
He dismissed the spell before it reached him, and felt whatever courage he had drain away at the sight before him. The Gamer's Balance Breaker was...incomplete for a lack of a better word. The scale mail that was synonymous with all dragon Sacred Gears looked as if someone had sewn it to the Gamer's own flesh. The jewel of his gear was centered in on himself, but it was swirling with gold and black, like it couldn't decide which color to choose. The helm was just as bad, it wasn't even fully formed, half oh his face was covered by the armor yet the other half wasn't, like the transformation wasn't complete. The dragonic helmet that was there looked more dragon than helmet; right eye golden with a blood red sclera; the rage of a dragon.
For the first time Sirzechs saw Mores without his mask, the sickly pale skin and the blood red eye reminded him of Gasper, which made what he did to the teenager all the worst for his conscious. If he had paid more attention he would notice the same rage in Mores's eye as the dragon's.
He walked forward, nearly stumbling under the new weight of his armor, something he'll have to get used too. He had, five minutes, maybe less, before the balance breaker shattered and that will be plenty.
Sirzechs sighed and trapped the Gamer into another spell, but he was shocked to see him smash through it. He tried again but with a stronger version of it, same result. They acted little more than glass walls and he barreled right through them. The Gamer began to pick up pace to a more controlled jog, before turning it into a animalistic sprint.
Sirzechs's didn't see this coming, and he most certainly didn't see himself getting sucker punched by the Gamer and actually feeling it. He was so surprised by the sensation of pain he couldn't dodge the armored fist to his gut, he hunched over and hacked up blood. The Gamer grabbed him by his hair and lifted him so they saw eye to eye.
"{My turn.}" The beast whispered into his ear, before hurling him far off into the distant dunes of soul dust. The beast practically teleported to Sirzechs' side and began to beat him into a bloody pulp. Fists flew down with enough force to crack the crust of the planet. Sirzechs barely had time to bring up a defense, before the Gamer grabbed him by the throat and threw him into the sky.
Sirzechs caught his balance upon the air and steadied himself. "I underestimated you, but now I see you were holding out on me." Sirzechs said to his opponent who offered no words and merely leapt off the ground to smack him out of the sky. Sirzechs rose higher to give himself a better vantage point and held his hands down to create a series of magic circles that could decimate an entire legion of angels. The powers of destruction collected into a small point and launched at the gamer.
It detonated into a moon-sized explosion of plasma and chaotic energies. He allowed himself to smirk a little, not even Orphis could walk away from that without a bruise-
"{Assimilate!}" With that one word Sirzechs found himself paling from fear at who exactly he was fighting. The attack that could have harmed Orphis was devoured by The Gamer's Gear. Sucked up in a vacuum and planted in the jewel of the Sacred Gear. The grin Mores had sent liquid ice into Sirzechs' veins.
"{Retort!}" He screamed madly, the attack he just absorbed was sent hurtling back at his opponent. Sirzechs frantically dodged it and watched in horror as it exploded above him with enough force to split the planet.
"How do you have that gear?! Who are you?" Sirzechs demanded of The Gamer, said Gamer chuckled before straight up laughing madly; the sounds of several voices overlapping his own disturbed Sirzechs even more.
"{I thought that was obvious, zechsy. I am a grim reaper candidate, most likely to be the ruler of my race in the next couple years. And because of that you made the biggest mistake of your existence.}" He said, oh so, casually.
Sirzechs was about ask what his so called mistake was when the Gamer disappeared from his sights. The Demon King looked frantically for the creature when he was suddenly wracked in agony as an Excalibur cut through his side like wet paper. He spun around to see the Gamer licking the blood of it. "{You didn't fear the reaper.}"
[Bgm 'Die! Die! Die!' by DaGames]
[Pov shift, Issie's first person pov]
"That guy's really your brother, Bucho?" I ask her. The boosted gear still has a few lingering cracks in it, but other than that it's healed fine. My master, damn that sounds kinky, was still looking over me even though I said I was fine. Asia and Akeno really did work hard to fix Draig and the Boosted Gear.
"Yes, but he's usually not like this. He's never gone this...berserk over a threat and a illusion before." She told me.
'Wait, before? So Mores wasn't the first one to threaten her before?' I must either be obvious with my unasked question or she can read minds.
"No, Mores wasn't the first, usually my brother just gives them a 'light' warning but never any physical violence. This is completely out of character for him. He's not worried about Mores is he?" Rias murmured the last part, but I can still hear it and it seems like I'm not the only one.
"Why would a super devil be worried about him?" Koneko asks in her usual monotone. To that everybody shrugs, it's not like he's much of a threat to that bastard. Poor dude was scared out of his mind.
"Any ideas, Miss. Grayfia?" Kiba asked the sexy maid lady. Wait, is Rias's older brother banging that hot chick? Lucky bastard!
"I haven't the slightest clue myself." She answers in a monotone that was better than Koneko's. 'Is it a white hair thing? Where they just talk emotionlessly, its freaky.' I idly thought.
{Partner. Something's off.} Draig tells me, I look around and I don't see anything too weird.
{Above us!} I followed draig's warning and my eyes widened in shock, Sirzechs had been repulsed out of a portal and, Mores was right on his heels.
'No way. That's impossible. He already used that. Why is it here?!' My mind went into overdrive as I watched, horrified, as Mores, in his twisted balance breaker form no less, out right flail a sword at the supposed super devil. Who desperately tried to block, but the sword carved through dozens of spell circles at once.
"Is that Mores?! How is he-?! When did-? What is going on?" Rias demanded as she watched on with everyone else. The sexy maid's mask broke instantly; she sent large spears of ice after Mores. My friend gave the ice a look and. . . well. . .
"{Assimilate!}" He assimilated all of the ice. Grayfia looked horrified at this turn of events.
"{Don't interfere strongest queen, or you will live to regret it.}" Mores spoke, his voice sounded exactly like it did ten years ago. She looked like she was gonna do just that, but I placed my hand on her shoulder.
"Don't go, he'll slaughter you in a second." I warned her, she and everybody else were shocked by my actions.
"Issie! Why are you stopping Grayfia and what do you mean? Together they should be able to calm Mores down." Rias told me in a calming voice. She must think I'm trying to protect Mores, that couldn't be further from the truth, the last time he was like this...it didn't end well for the bastards.
"In this state, he's playing with him. I think he has a excalibur in his hands, if he wanted too he could've killed Sirzechs in a single swing." I explained to them, their reactions went from disbelief to anger in Kiba's case.
"Where did he get that sword?!" Kiba demanded of me.
To which I shrugged, I have no clue where he got it but given his track record, he probably killed a priest for it.
"That's not good, is he the one that stole the fragments from heaven?" Grayfia murmured under her breath. Wait, how many were stolen?! I looked to Rias for an answer but she looked to be just in the dark as I was.
Grayfia noticed our distressed looks and sighed. "Three fragments of excalibur were stolen from heaven's vault. These were Excalibur Nightmare, Excalibur Rapidly, and Excalibur Transparency. If I'm right, that blade in your friend's hand is Excalibur Nightmare." She told us. Ah hell, did Mores steal that thing from the angels?!
'No. No, he doesn't have the patience to plan out a heist of that calibur and even if he did he would've grabbed all of them, not just three of them. Though he is a bit different than his usual self, not by much but a little bit.' Before I could ponder this any more Sirzechs came hurtling down; coughing up blood and covered in slash marks, none deep enough to kill him only to cause pain. Mores came crashing down as well. but he landed with both on his feet on Sirzech's chest and began to pummel him into the ground. Rias and everyone else tried to stop him, emphasis on tried, but Mores ignored them and their attacks didn't even scratch him.
I slowly approached the raging behemoth that is my friend. "Hey Mores! How about you stop pummeling the poor bastard already." I told him with a flat voice. He stopped and turned towards me, his mixed color eyes glowing balefully. Though that resentment wasn't towards me or the others.
"{Why should I? This cunt thought it would be fun to disintegrate me, slowly no less.}" He growled hatefully. He twirled and twisted the holy blade in his right hand. I continued to talk him down.
"And that means you get to be just as bad as he is? Your better than that." That caused Mores to go rigid, ok, seems like I'm getting to him. However he did something completely out of character for him, he laughed. Not a chuckle, nor normal laughter, it was hysterical, maddening, laughter.
"{No. No I'm not. If anything I'm worse, far worse.}" He said sadly. Ok, this is nothing like last time but maybe I can still calm him down or at the very least distract him until his balance breaker runs out of juice.
"What makes you think that? He attacked first." I tried to wind him down, though from the way his frown turned into something far more sadistic.
"{Your right. Why should I feel bad for this piece of shit?}" He asked me, his voice making me flashback to the last time this happened. We were smaller then, but the stakes are similar.
"Because if you do, you'll cause harm to others. I know you don't want that." I explained. He went rigid again, and looked down at what might've been his next victim.
"{I suppose you have a point. When did a pervert have more sense than me?} He asked me, he was finally calming down.
"I guess I grew up a little." I chuckled as he stepped off of Sirzechs. Mores laughed a little at my joke.
"{You? Mature? I'd sooner believe that I could lead my peo-}" He never got to finish that sentence because that bastard sent, what can only be described as, a tsunami of energy that sent Mores flying away.
Sirzechs stood up, huffing from such a powerful attack. "What are you doing so close to here? That type of attack-" This time I interrupted him by walking up and sucker punching him again.
"You absolute moron!" I started hotly. "I finally calmed him down! You might as well have shot yourself with the BFG!" I finished just as hotly, glaring him straight in the eyes.
He didn't have a chance to respond as Mores exploded out of the rubble, rage etched into both halves of his face. A wave of power washed over us, a presence so strong that I fell on my knees. What is this?
Mores growled animalistically, a glare fixed on Sirzechs, freezing the fool in place.
"{I was gonna let you live, you arrogant little bat.}" He spat out the last words as if they were rotten fruit. "{Now? Damn the consequences. Damn the war that will break out, and damn the fools in power that dare challenge me. They will only make me stronger with every conflict they fail to win.}" What did he mean by that?
Mores's wings burst from his back, but instead of a single pair of bone wings their were not only two pairs of the nightmarish wings but now there were several extra wings joining in. They were dragon like, large leathery wings of the mighty predator of the skies. Yet, they were rotting. Pus and maggots spat out of those wings that were not his own. With every flap they creaked and cracked in ways that should not be physically possible, yet that's exactly what they did. Skin was green, a stage of decay that should've rendered them useless. Yet it still flapped, it still held him afloat.
Those wings were enough to make Draig vomit inside my mind(arm?), either way it was...just so wrong on so many levels.
Mores inhaled, and vast amounts of magic began to fill the air, it was honestly getting hard to breath. I began to cough from how thick the air was getting from whatever he was planning to do. I wasn't alone in that regard as everyone nearby also struggled to breath. Sirzechs and the sexy maid however looked more pained then breathless.
"{Begone demon. DEATH DRA-!}" Whatever magic he planned to use vanished into thin air, his balance breaker shattered into a thousand different pieces. 'Thank god, he ran out of time. That was a long five minutes.' Relief flooded into me.
"Um. Why am I floating in the air?" Mores asked, though it seemed like he wouldn't be floating for long. His wings disappeared along with the balance breaker and like a cartoon, since he noticed it he fell back to the earth.
"Son of a-" He nearly cursed when he landed, looked like the crash stopped him from finishing. There was a small amount of dust but it was swept away as Mores landed on his back, in the exact same position as he was about to release...something. Yeesh, looks like the balance breaker still paralyzes him after he uses it. Also, he might not remember what he did. Let's test that.
I ran up to him as he was muttering something about "skyrim's bullshit status effect." Weird way of putting it but he's not wrong.
"Hey dude, do you remember what happened?"
[Pov shift, back to normal!]
[Bgm end]
Oh god. My back, ugh. I literally can't move to snap it back in place.
{Um partner, it looks like your friend wants to know if you remember what happened when you used balance breaker.} Bahamut told me.
'Oh? Um, did Mores remember using it?' I asked, if I mess this up I could end up looking suspicious and that's the last thing I need now.
{No, he didn't remember what he did, but don't say you don't remember all of it. Just say you remember when you were calming down.} He told me, I would've nodded but, well, paralyzed.
"I don't remember a lot of what happened, but i remember you talking me down..and me standing over Sirzechs?" I made the last part sound like a question. Issei nodded in confirmation and I sighed in relief.
"So on a scale of 1 to fuck up; how bad did I do?" I asked. Issei smirked. "About a seven or eight." At that I laughed.
"So not too shabby, aye?" Issei joined me as we laughed our heads off. Good, crisis averted. Still paralyzed but hey, at least I'm alive. That's gotta count for something right?
The others came rushing up since it was safe now. Yeesh, I let myself go nuts. Asia was the first to show up and she quite literally barreled into me; somehow defying physics in the process since I was still, to my knowledge, on my back. 'I smell shenanigans. Damn it Ragnorak!' I thought cynically as I somehow ended up sitting up with Asia still hugging me.
"Don't scare me like that! I thought. . . I thought.." Asia cried as she hugged me. I have no clue what to do, I literally can't move my own arms to comfort her. 'So. . . plan B it is.' I thought, finally starting to relax after that whole shit show.
"It's okay. Just let it out, I'm fine. If a little paralyzed but I'm fine." I told her, hopefully I sounded more comforting than I thought I did. She looked at me with teary eyes but nodded.
"Just...don't hurt yourself, your one of my first friends. I don't want to lose you."
"I ain't dying anytime soon. Not if I can help it." I told her with a goofy smile behind the mask. A thumbs up would've done a lot more to sell my self confidence, damn this debuff.
"Don't worry Asia, I'll make sure he doesn't do anything to stupid, or life threatening." Issei reassured her, she thanked him but didn't move from her spot. Oi vey, am I bed or something?!
A rustle of cloth and I saw Sirzechs begin to limp over to me. Dear lord, I did a number on him! How I didn't kill him during my, cough, episode I will never know. His regal armor was shredded, in fact, it looked like he was put into a paper shredder. Countless consecutive, and symmetrical, lines all over his body. His wounds leaked both blood and some sort of dark energy. What is that stuff anyway? Demonic power maybe? I'll find some guinea pigs later. He was glaring at me with such ferocity I'm surprised I haven't burst into flames yet.
A few minutes ago I would be running for the hills, now? I'm far too tired to even give a shit. Not like I could run even if I want to.
While my reaction was rather tame; everyone else however. . . yeah, they pissed. Issie looked just about ready to clobber the fool and Asia did something I never expected her to do, she glared at him! True, her glare was about as effective as a puppy's, but it's the thought that counts.
"Onii-sama! This has gone on long enough. He literally can't move to protect himself for Satan's sake!" Rias shouted at her brother, who moved right past her, but Rias must've had enough being ignored so she stepped right in front of him, looking straight into his eyes no less. 'Now that's ballsy.' I muzed as Sirzechs was completely stunned his sister refused to move. Even Sona was getting in on this.
"How will this look on your reputation devil-sama? Nearly losing to someone far younger than yourself and only beating him because he couldn't defend himself. Quite cowardly if you ask me." Sona even did air glasses! 'Oh dear god. A witch behind glasses.' I thought fearfully. Their personalities are closer than I'm comfortable to admit. Great, now I'm gonna have nightmares for weeks.
Sirzechs growled and pushed them aside, I could tell this won't end well for either side if this continues for much longer. 'Hmm, think. Think...crap, maybe something in these new memories?' I tried to go down and find. . . something to use calm him down. I started to get nervous when all I found was secrets that should never be told again. 'What is this?! Why do I know these things? Critical battle tactics? Hunting down cowards? What did Mores do before I hijacked his body?' I nearly murmured.
Crap! He's close enough I can hear him breath! Oh wait. In my thoughts I didn't even noticed he was right in front of us. When I was gonna start panicking I suddenly got hit with a plan, but it won't work with these two guarding me. That, and I really don't want them hurt. Who knows what he'll do, he is a real monster after all.
"Don't try anything stupid you two." Sirzechs and I both said a the same time. Issie and Asia looked between us in shock, I myself was a bit stunned about that. Unlike Sirzechs however my mask stopped them from showing it.
"It's ok. I have a plan." I whispered to Asia. She looked like she wanted to argue but I gave her pointed look so strong she saw it past my mask. "Trust me, I know what i'm doing now." I whispered to her. She looked conflicted, but I used my tongue to flick my mask off. Using my super human strength on my tongue was strange, but meh. It did its job of removing my mask.
I gave her a confident smile. "I got this." I told them, Asia nodded while Issie sighed.
"Ok, but if he tries something, i'll rip his cock off." Issie threatened. I nearly laughed when Sirzechs paled. I actually laughed when he flinched when Issie glared at him, I saw a slight flicker of emerald fire for half a second and by Sirzechs's slight shaking he noticed it. The early signs of balance breaker? Juggernaut drive? I don't know if I should be flattered or scared, so let's just ignore it until a later date.
"Well then zechsy, I'm all yours. Though you could kill me, I suggest you not." I told him, that snapped him out of it. He picked me up by the scruff of my armor, so he could look me in the eye when he kills me no doubt.
"And why is that?" He asked me, cautious on what I might pull no doubt, but I can't do diddly squat so let's hurry before he realizes this himself.
"Well besides the obvious factors. You must at least know what it means for me to have this sacred gear. Don't you?" I gambled. His eyes narrowed, showing he does know what it means for me to have this.
"You could've easily made a fake."
"A fake that is capable of balance breaker? I didn't know such things were capable of being produced." That got him flustered, I can't smile. I haven't won this yet.
"If you want I can show you I'm the genuine article." I challenged, is this how Lelouch or Sora feel when they corner someone? Because it's freaking awesome! Sirzechs's eyes narrowed to slits, not believing a word out of my mouth.
"Do it then. Prove it." Oh how I'll enjoy this.
'Time to shine partner.' My hand erupted into black and golden light. A roar erupted from the jewel as he made his voice known to the world that had forgotten him.
"{I am here, little bat.}" Bahamut snarled in reality. The strength of his voice alone caused Sirzechs to drop me from pure unadulterated fear.
"You. . . you." He stuttered, trying to come up with some way to explain this.
"{Me. My partner speaks the truth, if I had control I would devour you soul!}" Oh, Bahamut is pissed. I merely allowed a satisfied smirk emerge and he could see it all to clearly. Sirzechs was scared out of his mind, oh I could see his train of thought right now, how he realized just who he messed with.
"That means. . .you're really-"
"{Yes, you attacked the next in line for the title, Grim Reaper. The next to become death.}" Bahamut interrupted with a growl. Yep! I'm the next grim reaper!
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Wait. I'M WHAT?!
"HE'S WHAT?!" Everyone present shouted. I nearly did the same myself, but I'm supposed to know this already, so I wisely kept my mouth shut and tried not to let my surprise show.
Everyone my age(and younger) jaws dropped. Even Grayfia was catching flies, Sirzechs looked absolutely terrified.
{Alrighty partner, you might want to prepare yourself for this next bombshell.} Bahamut warned me. What else could he say?! I'm his son or something?
"{Not only is he the successor of the illustrious title of death, he is also the son of the current Grim Reaper!}" Bahamut dropped that bombshell in a boisterous fashion(Omega Note: My god! Is he going to start obsessing over symmetry now!).
All was silent as we processed this information. I don't think I could contain my shock for a moment. 'Holy shit.' was the only thing I could think of, to maintain I knew this all along I forced my face to a neutral stare.
"Holy shit." Sona whispered, echoing my thoughts perfectly.
'Quick! Think of something to carry this forward! Wait a minute, what's this?' a memory bubbled to the surface showing just how protective he was of Mores. Why show me this. . . unless. 'Ragnorak, I don't know if this is your doing but, if so, you just gave me a great idea.' Now to unfurl this, god I hope this works.
"Ahem." I broke the tenuis silence and all eyes were on me. "Now, as I was saying before. The real reason you don't want to kill me is not what I can do, but what my father will do to your race." My tone serious as this topic.
"What-" Sona gulped down her fear and continued. "-would he do?" Good, someone asked that question.
"He would first get this gear back, since if I die this goes back to him, and after Bahamut no doubt recalls who did the killing my father would collect any number of our troops and invade the underworld." I explained, every born devil put two and two together at what this would entail.
"He would first kill you, Sirzechs, but not before torturing you for a thousand days and nights. By then you'll be begging for death, of that I have no doubt. Then he would hunt down the other leaders and exterminate everyone else." The implications of my words hit Rias first.
"You..you can't be serious. He would, do that?" She questioned, fear of Mores's father oh so clear. I nodded grimly.
"The survivors would be taken as slaves and distributed to the high ranking officials of the reaper culture. Perhaps even be given for free to the lower tiers to strengthen political opinion of the people in power and insure nobody will try and replace them for many millena to come. Overall, it would be the extinction of the devil race as a whole." I finally finished with a sigh.
Silence once again arose, but this time nobody broke it. Sirzechs looked at his hands and began to tear up at what he might've caused. My face kept up the grim appearance, inwardly however was a different story.
'Dear lord. I can't believe they bought that.' I mentally sighed. My bluff was a gamble and it looks like I rolled a nat twenty for my trouble.
{But how much of it is a bluff?} Bahamut asked me. To that I gave the mental equivalent of a shrug.
'While the first part I'm sure would happen, the whole extinction thing was pure bullshit, and these guys are taking it as gospel.' I couldn't help but feel a tad bit guilty for them, but whatever guilt I felt was soon smashed down by how tired I am.
I yawned lightly, the priority of sleep overtaking anything else. I'm sure nobody would try anything foolish. Especially after those consecutive bombshells. Heavy footfalls kept me awake as I was slung over somebody's shoulder. I barely kept my eyes open long enough to see it was Delta who picked me up, Wraith slid my mask on and I whispered my thanks before I definitely passed out, though I took one thought to my dreams. 'How are they here? I thought I dismissed them earlier?'
[3rd person pov]
The beasts of the gamer walked away with their master in tow. Issei merely looked at them in slight surprise when they opened their own portal. A rigid form of Mores's magic circle appeared, though it had a few inconsistencies in the makeup of it. No one could get a good look at it before they left with his friend.
Rias looked like she wanted to say something but Sona stopped her. "I'm sure they're just putting him in a proper bed after today. It has been. . . exhausting after all." Rias sighs but agrees with her friend. She herself felt tired and she barely did anything at all. The sentiment seemed to be the same for everyone else.
"I'm gonna head home myself, night bucho. C'mon Asia, let's head home." Asia nodded, feeling tired herself as Issei carried her to a portal that Rias made for her entire peerage.
"That sounds like a lovely idea Issei, mind if I stay with you?"
"Really?! I mean, sure thing."
Rias followed her pawn to his homestead as her other pieces went to their residences for the night. Meanwhile, Murayama had finished Stranger Things in one sitting and had passed out while waiting for Mores to return so she could thank him for letting her stay here. Her eyes opened slightly when she heard the creaking of the stairs, when she turned to see Mores she saw a giant man in a diving suit and a creature spawned from the darkest abyss. She rubbed her eyes together and looked again but the creatures were gone. She went upstairs to check but she couldn't hear a thing. The only noise was the stairs creaking under her. She made her way up the seemingly endless steps to the bedrooms.
She peered inside the rightmost door, nothing. She checked the room where she slept in the previous night, still nothing. Then she checked Mores's room, it was just him asleep, when did that happen? 'Did he come in when I was asleep?' She wondered. She began to blush at the thought that some monster was carrying him up the stairs, it must've been a figment of her imagination.
"I can thank him tomorrow, maybe I can try and make him breakfast? That should show I'm thankful." Plan figured out she left the room, already planning on what type of meal to make. Unfortunately she can't cook.
[Pov restore!]
I woke up in my castle, guess I really did fall asleep. I stood up and stretched my limbs, apparently the paralysis only affects my physical body. While I stretched the stiffness out of them I noticed a quest completion window. I began to read it, since I didn't have anything better to do.
Quest complete! Hidden objective complete!
Hidden objective: stop the fight in a way that doesn't end in Sirzechs death or my involvement.
Rewards: 1000 affinity to dark, chaos and fire affinities. The second half of the velvet key.
Oh my god, thats...what-I just. Holy shit, this is better than I imagined. As I was gonna dance like a fool I head the tell tale sign of the velvet room door. The soft noises it makes when your close by and when I turned around there it was. I sprinted towards this magnificent room and pulled on the handle. It wouldn't budge, wait. Key!
I opened up my inventory and quickly found the two pieces of the key, they looked like puzzle pieces in how when I put them together they fit perfectly. The key itself was nothing to special, just a small silver key with some flames near the base. I unlocked the door and threw it open, excited to meet Igor!
"Yes master! Yes~"
"Harder sir. Harder!"
And many...Many more. What I opened, thinking would be the chance of a lifetime, was perhaps the most scaring thing I've ever seen to boot. Igor and all his servants were having a freaking orgy! The sofas were covered in fluids, the floor was littered with countless condoms and the smell was something in between sweaty bodies and jasmine. There was even a dude version of Elizabeth ramming Lavenza! Oh god, I think I'm gonna be sick. (Omega Note: Hurk! I effing hate you right now!)
Luckily Igor noticed me while he was...doing, for lack of better word, Margret, Elizabeth and Marie, all at the same time no less.
In a split second the orgy and all evidence was removed, the sofa's were no longer dirty with only god knows what, condoms gone and the smell of sex was removed from existence. All the attendants sat on the sofas and Igor was at his desk, completely unflappable as per usual. Though everyone else was blushing like idiots, they're hands caught in the cookie jar and oh so much more.
"I...apologize for the..um." Even Igor was speechless, trying to come up with something to explain what I just walked in on. I held up my hand, stopping him from continuing and I simply said.
"I never saw anything. We're gonna try this again."
I closed the door before anyone could argue, though I doubt they would try. I counted to five and re-opened the door. The magic was back and nothing could ruin it, there was now a fancy velvet chair at the opposite end of Igor's desk. I could tell where I was supposed to sit.
"Welcome to the Velvet Room, my name is Igor, the master of this realm. Please, take a seat." I nodded at Igor and took my seat.
"I'm sure you know my assistants. Elizabeth, Lavenza, Marie, Margret and Theodore." I nodded my understandings and said hello to the attendants of the room. 'So that's the dude's name. Good to know.' I thought.
"So you are the newest trickster master's been discussing?" Lavenza asked me. I shrugged while sending Igor a questioning look. The old man chuckles at my reaction though doesn't explain.
"Your not very impressive." Marie deadpanned, poking me and lifting my arm up and down like I was a doll.
"Well not all of us can be beautiful girls." I countered and the girl blushed like a tomato.
"ShutupIhateyou!" She spoke in rapid succession. I laughed at that, yep same old Marie. The other three I have no clue about, or how they'll act. Though I do know that Elizabeth is very cheerful, if obsessed about the Seal...speaking of.
"So your not human?" Elizabeth and Theodore asked me. She gave the dude a pointed look, like they were siblings. Wait, didn't Margret say something about a little brother and sister? Guess that's them but what does that make Marie and Lavenza? My head hurts to much to think about it.
"Yes, I'm not human, though I'm not a demon either. Guess you could say, I'm Death himself." I joked. Theodore eyes widened at this, completely believing my joke as reality. Good god and I thought Asia was naive. I explained to him I'm not actually death, but in fact a reaper. He thought they were the same thing until his twin(?) smacked him over the head and explained things.
I could already feel a migraine form when they got in a argument, I sent a look of pity at Igor since he probably had to deal with these idiots for millenia. He made a sign he knew the look but kept his smile all the same, even more so when Margret and Lavenza had to break them up.
"Now, to business, since that's why your here." Igor said and everyone calmed down. "While normally you would come here after meeting your truest self that was waved. Your case is rather special." Igor continued to explain.
"Hmm, do you mean because I'm not human or because of this?" I asked, pulling up my stats screen for reference. The attendants watched in wonder as I pulled a Excalibur out of my inventory.
"Both. The Gamer is rather tricky to invite here under normal circumstances. Not to mention you can create dimensions where Persona's can materialize with a snap of your fingers. Now, take into account that you're not human, and it throws the whole system out of balance."
I nodded along, it made sense from a technical standpoint. "So how the hell do I talk to my shadow? Since I'll need to do that before I get any Personas." When I asked this Igor gave me a crooked smile and opened his desk.
"That's not entirely true, well for you at least. I believe you can use a multitude of Personas, thanks to your abilities. Ragnorak also thought this would suit you more than the usual ways your used too." Ominous! I love it!
I heard something smack on the table and what do I see? A evoker from P3. Except this one is unique. This one isn't a single shot pistol like its counterparts. It was a six shooter, perhaps one of the most badass pistols men have ever made. That wasn't the only way it differed, no this one was had actual color.
The dominant color was onyx, like my sacred gear, but instead of a gold trim this bad boy had neon green and red highlights. The two different colors swirling around the barrel like a DNA strand of doom. The chambers even had something inscribed in blazing orange. Funus omni finitus Orestes. 'The last rights of the damned indeed.' I thought with a excited grin. I picked it up to further inspect it, it was heavier than I expected but it didn't feel awkward, quite the opposite in fact. It feels. . . right for a lack of better words. 'This is a good gun, thank you Ragnorak….did I just say that? Oh lord this can only end so poorly.' I groaned mentally but something caught my eye on the hammer of the gun.
Taking a closer look I saw there was a small design of Final Fantasy Dissidia's logo. I smiled at the extra touch, that was my favorite game on the psp after all. I spun it by the trigger and plopped it in my inventory.
"That evoker is special; it will allow you to summon up to six Personas at once. Of course, you still need to master the technique." Igor said calmly but I could tell he was stifling his chuckles, because my jaw dropped straight through the fucking ground!
'Six? Six?! How would that even...work...oh you clever bastard.' I figured it out, and Igor chuckled at this also.
"Seems like you caught on the how such a technique will be done. Though I ask you to be off, if we were to go over every little detail then you would be here all night: and correct me if I'm wrong, but don't you have something else planned for tonight?" Igor asked, I simply nodded. Not even asking how he could know what I'm planning, hell, I bet he knows what I'm thinking right now.
"Thank you for this, I will not squander such a power." I thanked the master of this realm, who chuckled but nodded all the same. The door closed behind me as I walked too Bahamut's room. Time to do something I should've done when I first saw it.
Bahamut noticed me entering and waved to me from his cage, I saw the screen once more and simply took a deep breath.
"What are you doing partner?" He asked me as I sighed and smashed the yes button.
"Something I should've done a while ago." After finishing this statement the cage shattered into a thousand of different particles, exactly like SAO. Bahamut was floored at what I did, more so when the roof slid off to the great sky above, the land outside my castle is a wasteland that stretches out for miles in every direction.
"I don't know if I can ever free you physically, mentally however, is within my power to do. It may not be the skies you miss but at least its open and free." I told my partner who still hasn't recovered from my actions, in a state of shock. That is until a breeze entered the castle and snapped him out of it. He unfurled his massive wings and took off with more force than I could ever muster.
I watched as he flew into the sky, a smile on my face as I conjured stairs to climb up and watch. Yeah, I can change certain pieces of the castle so I can move around it easier, though I used it mostly for the outside.
For what felt like hours, but was probably less than one, I enjoyed this spectacle of a dragon older than I can even imagine, laughing and being genuinely happy about his life for once in who knows how many years.
He landed mighty and did something I honestly didn't expect him to do. He changed his physical form to a much smaller version of his final fantasy 15 version. I went over to shake his hand, but he one upped me and hugged me with bone dusting strength.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" I think he thanked me, note to self find a way of learning fast speak.
"Crushing..lungs..breath...purple." I gasp out, he let me go and I gulped down all the air.
"I'm just so happy to be free of that stupid cell. Thank you partner, no, my friend. Is there something I can do to help you?"
As I was about say he didn't have to do anything, my arcana with him skyrocketed by two, and unlike any others I noticed there was a possible reward. Hmm, what can I ask of him since he's a...dragon...it would take time but...oh yes. Oh yes!
I gave him a very vicious smile and slung an arm around him, by god he's taller than me by at least five inches. "Do you know fairy tail my good man?"
He looked stunned and gave me a equally vicious smile as he caught my meaning right away. "It's a good thing I can make alternate dimensions for training, especially ones that slow down time." My grin became even wider, I think the cheshire cat would be very proud.
"I love the sound of that, partner."
