Chapter 105

"Ingvild!" Screaming with horrified eyes Rias rushed toward her wounded companion while Akeno covered her rear. Adding additional pressure to Ingvild's wound Rias summoned forth her own phoenix tear and forcefully poured it down Ingvild's throat.

They only had one each and it was a miracle that they were able to get that much on such short notice. Rias didn't have hers anymore but it would be too much to ask Ingvild to use her own when she was clearly preoccupied.

"Why isn't it healing!?" Rias abruptly shouted, her mind torn between the bleeding girl before her and the grunts of pain coming from her closest friend. No matter how much of the phoenix tear Ingvild devoured the wound simply would not heal.

"The wounds of Harpe do not heal. Those wounds will exist forever more." The calm albeit exhausted voice of Thanatos sounded out from behind them. Hurriedly spinning around Rias couldn't even muster the courage to move forward at what she was.

Strewn around the area like a pile of garbage, entrails drooping from her body, was Akeno's lifeless corpse. Her eyes were completely devoid of light, their usual brilliance replaced by a soulless glow.

"You bastard!" Radiating from Rias was a crimson glow that destroyed the very atoms around her. The crimson glow surrounded her like a monstrosity of destruction but her flesh held her back, her pale skin fluttering away in crimson motes of light.

The danger of a user of the Power of Destruction wasn't in their normal prowess but in when they were angry. When they abandoned all the control they had learned for years, when they truly saw crimson, they were monsters.

Tiny nuclear explosions erupted around her as she ran forward, her rampant power of destruction even shaking the foundation of Hades' domain. Hurriedly raising his scythe Thanatos blocked the ominous strike, his body flying back dozens of kilometers and crashing into a mountain of bones.

"So this is the power of a Bael… How absurd. One would assume you're the monster." Cracking his jaw back into place Thanatos lightly joked to himself however the look in his eyes was not one of leisure. He was facing a monster intending to kill him.

"RAAAA!" Raising her hand above her head millions of tiny crimson motes, the very flesh that she had discarded, gathered together to form a large sphere of pure annihilation. Holding Harpe vertically above him he turned it clockwise even as sweat dripped from his brow.

And yet nothing happened. Harpe was a weapon wielded by the Titan King Chronos, a weapon infused with the essence of time itself. Thanatos could hardly wield it to its maximum potential however as death, a being vaguely born of time, he did have some control over it.

As long as he limited the scope or wielded a small enough influence he could control time relatively freely. He had intended to use this power to fast forward to a time when he was behind the girl to swiftly kill her yet nothing happened. 

Abandoning that plan Thanatos looked at the massive sphere of destruction slowly approaching him. While it would be a stretch to call it a Star of Genesis, it wasn't far off either. It was a blow that not even Hades could take lightly.

"And I thought the Malevolent Star would be the biggest issue." Chuckling to himself with a wry grin Thanatos' gastly pale knuckles began to bleed as he gripped his weapon so tightly it began cracking under his strength.

There was a theory, a theory so ridiculous that it had been laughed at for thousands of years but a theory nonetheless, regarding the devils. When a devil pillar had a child with another devil pillar what trait did they inherit? 

The answer, as proven by numerous children, was a single seemingly random trait. However, there was an undeniable chance that two could be inherited. A chance so slim that it couldn't even be imagined, a number so long that no mind could calculate it.

"A true Child of Fate… what are the chances?" Laughing brightly Thanatos swung his scythe, time slowing as he entered the domain for the first time since the Titanomachy. As a god, he rarely struggled enough to warrant it so he was quite poor at it but it did give him time.

His weapon blurred even in his view as his body moved on pure instinct and fear. In that time his scythe had made hundreds of thousands of cuts. Sweating heavily his strength gave out, his divine body pushed to its absolute devil.

"How could you ever think of these beings are lesser?" Murmuring to himself Thanatos watched as the ball of destruction that hadn't even grown smaller from all his attacks that contained the divinity of time and death approached him.

Ignoring the now dead strongest reaper Rias hurriedly ran over to her friend and rival, the crimson aura surrounding her body vanishing revealing her badly wounded body. Large chunks of flesh from all over her body looked to be gouged out and even if they could be healed they would leave horrid scars.

"They're still there! Damian! I'm going to kiss you when you get back!" Smiling brightly even with relieved tears in the corner of her eyes Rias placed her hands on the two corpses. The Gremory clan wasn't always famous just for birthing Sirzechs Lucifer.

What once made them famous was their clan trait, the ability to manifest their desired past, present, or future. It had been lost to time long ago but it had now returned in the form of Rias Gremory, the Crimson Princess of Ruination.

Although not proficient in this new power of hers Rias still managed to manifest the past where her friends were alive and well. Normally such a thing would have no result since their souls would long have been eradicated and only cause the body to become healthy but with Damian protecting their souls she could do it! She could revive them!

"Rias? What happened to you?! Did Thanatos do this to you!?" Akeno was the first to regain consciousness, lightning crackling around her while her eyes demanded bloodshed. If Thanatos wasn't already dead Akeno would be the first in line to kill him.

"Akeno!" Crashing into her friend's embrace Rias couldn't stop the tears that dripped from her eyes. From her lowest moment till now Akeno had always accompanied her, the sight of her corpse wasn't something that could be easily forgotten.

"I'm here too you know." Despite being every bit as emotional as Akeno, Ingvild wore a deadpan look on her face as she sent a pointed glare at the Gremory heiress. Her memories from the moment Rias brought her back to her death had been erased and she could feel something was wrong but that could be discussed later. Rias' wounds too a priority.

"Oh. I forgot about you." Even with the tears in her turbulent eyes Rias couldn't help but tease her companion. Unlike those times though, the resulting punch to the shoulder was much more painful.

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