Lucifer Clan Tournament-IV

Third Person PoV

The Lucifer castle's arena was once again, filled by the members of the Lucifer clan. Everyone was seated and was waiting for the tournament to start for today.

But two people were missing, Grayfia and Cain.

"Nyx, how bad did you hit Grayfia?" Rayla questioned.

"Not much, she should be fine by now, does anyone know where she is?"

"No, Lady Nyx, both Lord Cain and Lady Grayfia were missing from the morning." Vanessa answered.

Just then Grayfia walked into the arena and sat down, but the reaction given by the others over such a simple action were over the top.

Why? Grayfia was not wearing her french maid dress but a normal dress. Till date no one had seen her in casual clothes, except Cain.

Grayfia was wearing a yukata, a white based yukata with different floral patterns on it with black endings.(Image)

It accuecented her figure nicely. Everyone was in shock, Grayfia was already a beauty, but in such a dress her level became too high.

Zeaira was the first to ask her question.

"Grayfia?"

"Ah, Yes Zeaira. For today I am not the maid of Cain, but just his wife."

Her sentence sparked two questions again. Firstly, she didn't add Lady to Zeaira and second, she said she is the wife of Cain today?

"Wait, what do you mean by wife?" Rayla asked if she was confused by the sudden change in Grayfia.

"No need to act so surprised, Rayla, this is just for today."

"No I mean the wife part?" Rayla clarified, she ignored that Grayfia hadn't called her Lady.

"The bond of a Lucifer and Lucifuge is akin to marriage, it wouldn't be wrong to call her Cain's wife, if she wasn't such a hard-core maid it would be a bit different, the lifestyle you girls have."

Lilith explained. Before anyone could comment anything on that, Cain teleported on the arena,

He was wearing a butler suit, seeing that everyone just gave up, too many weird things were happening today.

"What's next? The oh so great and mighty Cain Livan Lucifer will call us ladies?" Ereshkigal said before drinking the drink in her hands.

"Ladies, it's time to start the tournament, the participants, please come up to the arena."

*spit*

Ereshkigal spitted the drink out, her face full of shock.

"Did I hear correctly?" Scathach said, even she was shocked.

Someone as prideful as Cain called them ladies. Medusa and Jeanne in their shock didn't go up immediately.

And they saw a vein bulge at Cain's face.

"Please, come up to the stage!"

The two girls ran up to their corners and got ready for their matches, they calmed their hearts and minds down and focused on the match.

The others were only looking between Cain and Grayfia.

…

Round 1: Match1: Fallen Saint v/s Gorgon

The two contestants glared at each other. This time Medusa had uncovered eyes before the match.

Medusa didn't need to worry about petrifying Jeanne, the flames of Incinerate Anthem could destroy her petrifying powers easily.

But the reason Medusa glared at Jeanne was different, she had seen the look in her eyes, the same as those gods of Olympus.

Thinking they are better than everyone else, thinking themselves as the smartest and the strongest.

Medusa hated that with burning passion, and Jeanne also acted like that. She didn't know what her problem was, but as a former saint, that arrogance was not needed.

"Oye, Saint, don't blink, don't think, just try to survive."

"Begin!"

"What-!?" Jeanne said being annoyed at being underestimated but soon understood why her opponent had said that.

The moment she blinked, she was flying, no she was launched, the pain in her side made her miserable.

"Arghhh!"

But before she could land or crash into a wall, her leg was caught by chains. Jeanne was only able to see the angry expression of Medusa before she was yanked and kneed in the face.

If anyone doesn't know, being kneed in the face at mach ten doesn't feels nice, doubly so, if you survive that.

Don't believe that? Jeanne would argue that. So as she crawled into the walls of the arena, she only thought.

'Why is there so much pain?'

But before more thoughts could be formed in her already shaken brain, her head was grabbed with force. She didn't think her head could survive without being popped like a watermelon, that was the amount of force in the grab.

She was dragged through the arena walls and tossed back into the middle of the arena.

But this time she wasn't yanked midair, this gave her enough time to say.

"Incinerate Ant-!?" Or did she get enough time?

Medusa's chains gagged her mouth, curling around her face. And she felt a solid punch land in her gut, she puked and her vision turned red.

So did the floor of the arena. But Medusa didn't stop, neither did Cain interfere.

A solid kick landed on the arms of Jeanne cleanly breaking it initially two and shattering three of her ribs.

More blood came out of her mouth and before her momentum could take her away a front kick broke her jaw and made her spin like a ferris wheel midair.

This time Medusa didn't follow but looked at the ragdoll falling down.

"That's it? For a Longinus wielder and a saint you are pathetically weak!"

Medusa mocked the fallen saint, but that brought out the remaining embers within Jeanne.

In a last ditch attempt to hurt Medusa, yes hurt not defeat, she had long since given up on that, the first hit onwards.

The witch of vengeance screamed with her soul.

"La Grondement Du Haine!"

And the flag of vengeance swirled in the air, and a terrifying wave of purple flames ravaged the arena, moving towards the Gorgon.

"Impressive, but it is useless if it doesn't hit."

Medusa vanished in a burst of speed and Jeanne felt a hand grip her neck and she was tossed into the flames she had just released.

Jeanne was horrified, she had used up all of her magical energy to launch that attack, now she would be burned to cinders by her own flames.

But that was if Medusa didn't launch her own attack from behind.

'That bitch won't let me die even with my attack?' Jeanne mentally thought, and with the declaration of Medusa, Jeanne closed her eyes, accepting her fate.

"Please allow me to kindly crush you, Bellerophon!!"

A blood red magic circle appeared in front of Medusa and a shining white Pegasus appeared from it.

The Pegasus with a neigh ran towards the airborne Jeanna, as if to crush her.

But before Jeanne could touch her flames or the Pegasus could trample her, she once again felt a hand on her neck, but this time it was gentle.

Cain decided that Jeanne had learnt humility and the time for him to intervene is here.

With one hand he stopped Jeanne and saved her from being roasted alive by her own flames while his other hand caught the mouth of the Pegasus.

The mystical beast roared, and tried to trample Cain, but it's meagre strength was far from enough to accomplish that feat.

"Alright, horsey, time to stop horsing around"

And the magic sustaining it was destroyed.

"Winner, Lady Medusa!"

Cain said that looked at Jeanne and said with a smile on his face, as she didn't just almost die, to someone who was supposed to be her teammate.

But in the situation which was intense no one noticed that he called Medusa with a Lady.

"See, Lady Jeanne. You are weak here, so work hard, get strong and then act arrogant, remember that well and also it is a bit late but, Welcome to the Lucifer Clan!"

Cain said that with a smile on his face. Jeanne could only fade into the realm of dreams seeing his smiling face and hearing his words.

…

"Wow! That was super intense!" Rayla said and Ingvild agreed.

But Brynhildr didn't.

"That was the most one sided brutal beat down I have seen. And I have seen Thor beat Loki."

…

Round1: Match2: Fae Queen v/s Night

The two participants came face to face and looked into each other's eyes. And Morgan gestured to Cain to start the match.

"Begin!"

"I forfeit!"

Cain looked at Morgan as if she didn't just give up.

"Why do you do so, Morgan?" Nyx questioned.

"I would lose this match no matter what I do." Morgan calmly answered.

"Why, though, you have your fake world tree don't you!"

Rayla said from the stands, she was upset that she didn't see one more fight. Morgan looked at her and explained her reasoning.

"I do, but if Nyx used her own divine domain, would my fake domain be able to fight against a real one? No, I would lose, rather than end up sustaining injuries, i would forfeit."

Although it may be seen as cowardice, it was indeed an action that someone as calculating as Morgan would do so.

"And I have no reason to fight, I will get what I want anyways." The Black Madonna said cryptically before going back to her seat in the audience.

Cain could only praise her for deducing that he would grant their wishes regardless of their rankings.

"Winner, Lady Nyx!"

Now in a calm state everyone noticed the way Cain was acting, all formal and stuff. And he was also offering them snacks and drinks.

Especially Grayfia, she was calling him every two minutes to ask him to get her something.

"Oye, Zeaira, is he really acting like a butler?" Rayla whispered to Zeaira.

"Yes, it looks like it." Zeaira whispered back.

Both of them then started having their own fantasy. Afterall a butler can't refuse the commands of his Lady, can he?

…

Round 2: Match 2: Godslayer v/s Leviathan

The two stood face to face and Ingvild looked at Cain and asked him.

"I want to face her at my strongest, can you make a lake here?"

"It's cheating you know, Lady Ingvild?" Cain said. Ingvild felt a weird tingle heading that.

"Make it, it wouldn't be a fair fight if she isn't at her strongest." Scathach said, she wouldn't be satisfied if her opponent held back even if unintentionally.

"Sure."

With a wave of his hand, the middle portion of the arena was lifted up and the surrounding became filled with water.

"Begin!" Cain announced but Scathach looked at him and asked him.

"Is that it? Give her more water."

"Is that what you truly want, Lady Scathach?"

Scathach was getting annoyed by this, she wanted Cain to be dominant, not to be a subservient butler, so she being irritated said something ridiculous.

"Yes, make a damn sea for her!"

"As you wish, Lady Scathach!"

And with a snap of his fingers, the arena expanded and tremdous amount of water was poured into it.

After fifteen minutes the arena was ready, but one couldn't even see the end of it without augmenting their eyes with magic.

Scathach's eye twitched seeing that and she glared at Cain, but to infuriate her even more he simply smile and said.

"Enjoy your battle, Lady Scathach~"

The battle began with Ingvild activating her sacred gear. Her eyes glowed in lavender colour and particles of the same colour floated around her.

A weird flute-like sound came from those particles. But Scathach was neither a dragon nor a water being, so she wasn't affected.

Ingvild knew this and it was just the beginning of her plan, she had seen Scathach fight and train.

Ingvild knew she had one chance to win this match, and it relied heavily on Scathach giving her time and some Luck.

Her body's aura gradually soared and reached Satan-class. And then she sheded her human form and became a huge water dragon.

This was her clan trait, Sea Serpent of the End. Now that she was a dragon that was made up of water, her Longinus, Nereid Kyrie, which controlled water and boosted dragons would boost her.

The sounds of the flute became more and more prominent. The water from the surroundings, controlled by her Longinus clung to her dragon form, making her even bigger, and the song also strengthened her form.

All this while Scathach was looking at Ingvild with glee and battle lust.

"So much potential, I must thank you for grabbing me a good warmup up, and I will make sure you become strong enough to give me a good fight."

…

"Well this won't last long." Cain said observing the smile on Scathach's face.

"Why?" Ereshkigal said. "That Leviathan looks pretty strong, she also has a Longinus which suits her to a tee."

"Lady Ereshkigal, what you said is correct, but she doesn't have a balance breaker and Lady Scathach, when too excited for a fight, ends her fight too quickly. I would say at max two strikes before I have to interfere."

Cain said.

'I pray for your safety from the training devil, Ingvild.'

…

By the end of her boosting session, Ingvild was a dragon of mammoth size, her body cast a shadow so huge that it looked like an eclipse in the arena, the dragon had no wings but its body was full of terrifying might.

It opened its mouth and charged up its strongest attack, an aura beam. This attack launched by Ingvild was horrifyingly strong.

A Satan class devil, using her clan trait to its maximum, boosting it using a high tier Longinus, twice and then launching it after charging it up to her best.

It was sufficient to say that such an attack was enough to treat her as a natural disaster, but it took too much time.

But Scathach allowed it, it was her greatest pleasure to face such an attack.

"Come, Child of Leviathan, show me you strength."

The red cursed spear, thrummed with power in Scathach's hand, her hand already covered in ice, she was prepared to throw her spear at a moment's notice.

The runes were already eteched where they should be, now only launching the spear of casualty was left.

The aura beam was finally ready and was released at Scathach, it was fast and equally destructive, the ground had already been torn apart from the air pressure it released.

And as it reached the halfway point, the spear of mortal death met it head on. The spear was faster, almost instantly reaching near the beam.

And the awaited collison shook the underworld, or it should have, if Cain hadn't sealed the space around the arena.

This throw of Gae Bolg was far stronger than the one Scathach used at Lilith.

And the result was as predicted, the attacks cancelled each other, but the state of the participants were very different.

Scathach had leaped and was holding her spear above her ready for another throw.

While the dragon was all out of energy barely painting its form, it movements lethargic as if it didn't have a speck for energy in it.

"Stab and penetrate!

Thrust and impale!

Gáe Bolg!"

Scathach's voice, full of fun, rang and she launched her spear. The aura of death it radiated made even the people sitting away under the barriers shiver.

The bloodlust from the spear had made Ingvild frozen, the water was decaying from the curse on the spear, and was turning red.

It passed through the water and reached the true body of Ingvild in just a blink of an eye.

But that spear, which had killed everything it was thrown at, God's, spirits, monsters, humans, devil, angels was being stopped in its path.

The very space which was shaking due to the force behind the spear was being held in place, it was the sole person to survive the spear, it was Cain Livan Lucifer, standing in front of the spear with his hand stretched open.

AN:- Another chapter done, two or three more until this tournament ends.

Also a question, which piece of fiction(LN,Manga,Anime) do you think would be the best fit with the gamer system? Tell me your thoughts!

Also, any fanfic recommendations?