Ch 7: Meeting The Governor General

The sun shone bright orange as it was starting to descend into the horizon. Screams of pain echoed from near the forest as a young boy was impaling a man with a katana repeatedly.

"You've got a really foul mouth, don't you?" Sharon asked with an angered expression as he plunged the katana into Grunt A's thigh.

"Guh!" Grunt A ... grunted.

Grunt A looked at Sharon with an expression akin to hate as he spat blood to the side.

"I said we would answer your questions! Why are you torturing us?" Grunt B screamed as he was keeled over from the pain he was in.

" ... I only stabbed you once, Mr. Grunt A has taken nearly ten times as much and barely even screams." Sharon said with a chuckle as Grunt A grew angrier at being called Grunt A.

Sharon just chuckled at Grunt A's response as he exhaled. He raised his katana and, in a single stroke, inserted it into the ground beside him.

"Why would you attack your own clan member?" Sharon asked as he held back his anger.

"Hah-That bitch ... she's not one of us. Ever since ... hah ... she chose to be with that cursed being, she was ... hah ... no longer a Himejima." Grunt A said as he panted through his words.

"Hah? You people abandoned her cause she chose to love someone you don't like?" Sharon asked, as though his words were laced with poison.

Grunt A coughed a couple of times before dryly laughing.

"A brat, like you, wouldn't understand. Those beings are cursed! They've fallen from their own grace!" Grunt A said as he grunted in pain a couple of times.

"Cursed ... I see." Sharon muttered as he sighed.

"Let me tell you guys a little story ... There was once a little boy who lost everything: his family, his friends, his home, everything... to those ... cursed beings, as you claimed. One day, he met one. Now, a question: What should he have done?" Sharon asked with an intrigued expression.

"Kill it. No matter what it takes, kill it!" Grunt A and B said together.

"Even if that Fallen Angel wasn't the one who killed his people?" Sharon asked.

"Who cares? They're all the same! They've killed the boy's family. They deserve to die." Grunt A said as Grunt B nodded.

"I see. What if that Fallen had a family. A wife who waits patiently for them to come home, and a cute daughter who wants to play with her father?" Sharon asked as Grunt A grinned.

"Make him taste the same pain the boy felt." Grunt A replied as Sharon felt anger bubbling through his body.

"You would target innocent people for that?" Sharon asked as he clenched his fists.

"Innocent? They've been stained by the Fallen. They're no longer innocent." Grunt A said as Sharon took a deep breath.

"Well, you know what happened next?" Sharon asked as the two looked at him.

"He joined their family, he grew to love them as his own father, his own mother, his younger sister." Sharon explained as he felt a warm sensation within him.

"Kahahaha, pitiful. He was adopted by the family of his own family's killer, and he didn't even have the balls to kill them." Grunt A cackled aloud as Grunt B started putting the pieces together.

"Makoto! The boy is him. Don't mock him. We'll die!" Grunt B whispered to Grunt A, who was named Makoto.

Grunt A heard what Grunt B said and laughed even louder.

"You know what? Maybe you weren't wrong." Sharon muttered, causing him to stop laughing.

"I should kill them." Sharon said with a sinister smile taking over his face.

"Exactly! You can please the souls of your dead family with the blood of the cursed fallen!" Grunt A screamed as Sharon's smile only grew wider.

The air around Sharon began to grow heavier as the aura within his body was rapidly expanding. The two small bumps on his head gradually grew into two small horns, similar to that of an antelope. However, the horns didn't curve sideways, rather it grew upwards and curved back.

Sharon stepped closer to the two of them as he whispered with a sinister grin, "I'll kill the entire Himejima Clan. Every last one of you. How does that sound?"

"BASTARD!" Grunt A screamed as Grunt B was shivering in place.

"What?~ Didn't you tell me that I should make the one who gave me pain feel the same pain? I almost lost my family here because of you guys. Isn't it right for me to take it out on your family? Besides, I'm sure scum like you have already stained the innocents in your clan ... right?" Sharon asked as he looked like a demon with his horns fully grown.

His golden eyes had contracted into slits, like that of a dragon, while his fangs had slightly grown out. Wings as dark as the midnight sky extended from his back, with a wingspan of nearly 2 meters wide. For a boy no taller than 1.5 meters tall, it was large.

His dark brown hair had grown longer, falling to his middle back, covering the spot where his wings extended from. His nails had turned into talons, while the katana in his hand had shattered from the aura that flowed through it.

An immense pressure forced the two grunts, who were already on their knees, flat onto the ground.

Sharon raised his right hand to his side as the aura rapidly accumulated into his fist, creating a fiery gauntlet.

He punched Grunt A's back with his fist, savoring the cracking noises of the man's bones as though they were a melodious piece of art.

"Aaahhh!!" Grunt A screamed in pain before his eyes lost focus, while Grunt B had pissed his pants.

Sharon just chuckled as he turned to Grunt B with blood all over his right hand and his sinister smile ever so present.

"Y-You said you'd let me go. If I answered your questions!" Grunt B yelled as Sharon crouched down and looked at Grunt B's eyes.

"You're telling me that you came to kill someone ... without being prepared to die yourself?" Sharon asked as realization hit Grunt B.

"N-No ... NOOO!!!" Grunt B screamed as fear had consumed him entirely.

Sharon instantaneously brought down his fist on Grunt B, instantly killing him.

Seeing the dead people before him, Sharon couldn't help but feel like puking.

After all, he had just taken human lives.

"They ... deserved it." Sharon muttered as his aura retreated into his body, and the dragonic features retracted along with his aura.

Sharon looked at his body as he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer difference he felt when compared to what he felt being in his dragonic form.

His reactions were incredibly fast, and even his ability to manipulate the aura was more refined.

"I need to master this form as soon as possible." He said quietly as he turned to leave the area.

"Oh my, this was not what I expected when I felt that spike of aura." A masculine voice exclaimed as Sharon turned to see a man walking towards him.

The man wore a maroon V - neck long-coat with a wide, open high-collar that opens up at the hem. He had a well-built physique, with black hair and goatee, along with golden bangs.

"Who are you?" Sharon asked cautiously as he stood in a fight or flight position.

"Hahaha, you won't be able to run away, you know?" The man said confidently as Sharon reassessed the situation.

The aura leaking from the man's body was immense, far more intense than any he had ever felt before.

Except Ophis.

"Yeah, I don't see a way out. Anyways, who are you?" Sharon said as he relaxed his body, having sensed no malicious intent.

"Ah, right. The name's Azazel, the Governor General of the Grigori." The man named Azazel said as Sharon blankly stared back.

"What's the Grigori? Like some kinda old men association?" Sharon asked back as Azazel visibly flinched a little.

"Ouch kid, I could kill you with a snap of my fingers, you know?" He said as Sharon shrugged his shoulders.

"If you were gonna kill me, it would have been the moment you felt my aura, old man." Sharon replied as Azazel just shook his head dismissively.

"You dragons are all the same." He mumbled as Sharon's sharp hearing picked up what he had said.

"What do you mean, you dragons? You've seen others like me?" Sharon asked.

Sharon had a small hope that someone from his clan had managed to escape, even though the hope was little to nothing, it existed.

"Not exactly, I know of a kid with a personality similar to yours, though unlike you, he isn't a dragon." Azazel said as Sharon tilted his head in confusion.

"The boy possesses a Dragonic Sacred Gear." Azazdl said as Sharon's eyes slightly widened.

"Sacred Gear ... Which one? Vritra? Or one of the Heavenly Dragons, Albion or Ddraig?" Sharon asked curiously as a raging desire to fight appeared within him.

"Not bad, kid. I'm surprised you know of them." Azazel commented as Sharon scoffed.

"Of course I know the dragon type Sacred Gears, We're technically related." Sharon muttered as Azazel just nodded.

"Anyways, I'm curious. What is the Grigori? And this boy, which Sacred Gear does he have? Can I fight him?" Sharon asked impatiently, to which Azazel just chuckled.

"His name is Vali Lucifer, and he possesses the Sacred Gear, Divine Dividing. As for fighting him ... he has yet to awaken." Azazel said, leaving Sharon a bit sad.

"As for the Grigori ... I'm surprised Barakiel hasn't told you yet. We're the association of Fallen Angels." Azazel said as he spread all twelve of his black feathery wings.

"Twelve wings?" Sharon muttered as he stared in horror.

'He's even stronger than that Fallen Angel who destroyed the Savant clan!' Sharon thought as Azazel had a smile on his face.

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