Leviathan

Don't Own DxD or D&D, Only The Oc

'thought'

"Speech"

System Text

'Ddraig Mental'

"Ddraig Vocal"

"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."

[Starting Split]

"Hm. This looks fairly nice." I note as I fold my arms behind my back. "Did we get a meeting?"

"No." The blonde drill-haired girl to my left sighs. "I couldn't schedule one... I'm sorry, Gaius."

"No... it's not your fault." I state with a warm smile. "I only gave you like... two hours... You tried. And that's all that matters."

I calmly walk into the hospital as Ravel follows along behind me. The bored looking devil behind the counter glances up slowly, she props her head up with a single arm as she lets out a low drawl. "Can I help you?"

"My name is Gaius Decarabia. Lord of both the Decarabia and Malthus families. I would like to see Delamere Pruflas. Immediately if possible."

"I'm sorry, sir, but Miss Delamere is not taking any visitors currently-"

"hm. Quite." I hum as I sit a small box on the table. "In this box are six phoenix tears. Worth easily fifty to several hundred million lillum. I understand that a hospital is in constant need of healing items... thus I will give these to you... for the mere cost of a single meeting with the head of this hospital."

"…"

The counter woman stares with wide eyes down at the box.

After a moment she opens it slightly to peer inside.

Her eyes slide from the box to my face, then back down to the box, then to Ravel.

"Y-Yes." The woman stutters. "I will notify lady Pruflas immediately!"

She swiftly types a message on her computer then looks around the mostly empty halls. "Please, sit."

I nod slowly and take a seat on one of the many chairs strewn across the room, Ravel taking a seat beside me.

Once more the underworld shows off its luxury.

A normal hospital has a bunch of uncomfortable plastic chairs in its waiting room, but this has plush leathery chairs and couches of good condition.

It doesn't take long, a mere ten minutes, eventually a brown-haired woman with a bob cut and a lab coat swiftly speed walks into the room, her eyes stray around the room briefly before she begins quietly whispering to the secretary behind the desk.

She quickly walks over to Ravel and I.

"Lord Decarabia, I presume? I understand that you wished to see me?" The pale skinned woman questions as she turns to Ravel and bows her head. "Miss Phenex."

"Ah yes." I smile as I slowly rise to my feet. "Delamere Pruflas. I have come here today to give you a proposition. But perhaps it isn't best to give it out in the open."

"Ah yes. That is understandable. If you would please follow me." The woman states as she slowly turns and begins steadily leading us away.

"I must say, I am certainly surprised that you would offer so many Phenex tears for a mere meeting." The woman mutters slowly. "The least I could do is offer my time. The Leviathan Preventive Symphonia Hospital is always in need of healing supplies. I will gladly accept your gift."

"It is a truly important meeting." I smile brightly. "An investment, if you would."

"Having the Phenex family sponsor this hospital would truly be a big help." The woman nods.

"Miss Pruflas. You misunderstand..." Ravel swiftly cuts in. "I am set to become Ravel Decarabia."

"…"

The woman glances over her shoulder with a calculating gaze for a moment. "Truly? I have been out of the political loop for a while. I thought that the Phenexes never married to other houses... and that they just accepted houses into theirs?"

"It is... a special case." Ravel mutters shyly.

The woman's eyes slide over to mine, causing my calm easy-going 'pretty boy' smile to grow slightly.

"I see... unusual." She notes as we eventually come to a door. She opens it, allowing us inside.

The room is fairly messy, notes litter the walls, filing cabinets remain slightly ajar, a computer's screen saver dully glows on the monitor.

The door closes behind the three of us as the woman gestures to a large chair set before the desk.

I silently take a seat as the woman steps around the slightly messy desk and takes a seat in her own chair. "I apologize about the mess. I am quite busy and I don't really have time to clean."

She turns to face me as Ravel stands to my left. My eyes briefly stray across the room.

"You are trying to figure out a way to cure devil sleeping disease..." I accuse with a small frown as my eyes stray over the papers.

"I am..." The woman nods slowly. "It is the one thing that hampers devils as a species. If we could find a cure... maybe we could well and truly focus on the future."

"Hm. Interesting... I suppose I get why that would be your main focus." I note as my eyes refocus on her, a knowing smirk on my face. "Let's talk propositions."

"Yes?" The woman questions with a confused frown on her face. "Are you seeking to sponsor us?"

"Ingvild Leviathan."

The woman leaps to her feet, demonic power gathering in her hands. She's actually quite powerful. Around upper high-class.

My smile grows as I bring a hand up to my chin and scratch it. "Touchy subject? Hm."

"How do you know that name?" The woman snarls, eyes narrowing as the demonic power condenses, it seems like more and more power is being pumped into it as we speak.

"I know many things I'm not supposed to." I smile with a small shrug.

"Answer the question." The woman growls.

"You truly weren't as subtle as you believed." I answer with a deadpan stare. "I'll let you in on another piece of information I have... I am beyond ultimate class..."

I snap my fingers, causing the blast of demonic power to disappear, causing the devil's eyes to widen in horror as she glares down at her hand. "And... I may have a way to wake the comatose descendant."

It takes a moment for the devil to comprehend what I said.

"What-" she suddenly grows even more defensive. "What do you gain out of it."

"I was planning on asking for her to be in my peerage." I answer truthfully.

"I refuse! I am her guardian and I-" the woman begins but I cut her off with the same bored stare, taking a hammer to her wills as I utter my next statement in a far less kind tone.

"The person you are guarding is more than one hundred years of age. She can make her own decisions. Would you rather her wither away, comatose forever, or would you rather the person who you say you follow have another chance at life... or do you wish for the underworld at large to know that you have been hiding a descendant of the original leviathan within the largest city in the underworld? Because let me tell you. If I was able to figure it out, others certainly know. Your current actions are beyond treasonous."

The woman's hands shake with rage.

"Tch- damn great king faction. Always so heavy handed." She snarls.

"Oh. No." I smile, taking on a far brighter tone. "You misunderstand... I am fully on board with the new satan faction... I just need reliable companions to help me stand up against the great king faction as I am not entirely thrilled with the way they are running things."

"Allow me to restate my Name and Title. I am Gaius Decarabia. Lord of both the Decarabia and Malthus houses. The devil who is engaged to the lady of the lake, potentially bringing the fey back into the supernatural political landscape at large. The devil set to marry Serafall Leviathan, one of the four new satans. The devil who has figured out how to solve our race's fertility issue and has four Longinus sacred gear wielders in his peerage. And to top it all off, the devil who is set to become the fifth satan."

The woman freezes in shock. "…"

"As the potential fifth satan... I need powerful people behind me. The Leviathan descendant with a sacred gear? Now... that has the potential to be powerful."

"Besides." I scoff. "If it's not me... you can fully expect Serafall Leviathan herself to show up swiftly to coerce Ingvild into her peerage. You seriously didn't think the satans knew? Ajuka with his bullshit special ability could have probably looked out of his window one day, smelt the morning breeze and deduced that there was a leviathan descendant in Lucifaad."

"The thing I am offering her is protection. Everyone would be out to get her if she remained by herself. Everyone."

"New Satan faction, Great King faction, Old Satan Faction, everyone would come right to her... to 'convince' her to join a peerage, to intimidate her into silence and obscurity, to imprison her, or to even kill her."

The woman in front of me bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, shooting me a scathing glare.

"it's not like you have any real options anyway." I shrug with a smug smile. "You are no closer to figuring out devil sleeping disease than any devil in the medical field. Yet here I am. With a solution to all of your problems. All you need to do is let me say my piece to her. That's it. "

"Fine." The woman spits out as she swiftly stands. "I'll take you to her."

I nod and slowly stand, following the red-faced woman out of the room, Ravel swiftly matching my pace.

It takes a while but eventually we are led to an inconspicuous looking door. It creaks open as the brown-haired woman leads us inside.

The beeping of a heart monitor reaches my ears, the scent of antiseptic reaching my nose.

The three of us step into a room. Sat before us is a woman with pale skin, a respirator mask covers her nose and mouth her eyes are shut, she looks frail, but strangely beautiful, like snow white.

Her skin is, like I said, extremely pale, she certainly hasn't seen the sun in a century or so.

Light lavender colored hair is messily scattered over the pillow she rests on.

Her body is in surprisingly good condition, not like you would expect when seeing someone who hasn't eaten a true meal or moved in decades.

Clearly devil fuckery is at play. It looks as if she could hop out of that bed and instantly win a marathon or a beauty pageant.

"Hm." I note idly as I step to the side of her bed, the doctor casts me a pointed glare.

"Get on with it!" She snarls.

My eyes slide over to hers. "First off... don't you dare think that you have the influence to give me orders. Secondly. I am deciding on which method I want to use."

I reach over the girl slowly. "One method involves forcibly waking her sacred gear up. It is only applicable to her and those like her, as she is half human with a sacred gear... and this method has certainly cleared up a couple things about devil sleep disease for me... enough to make me consider another method... one that theoretically could be used on all devils."

The woman narrows her eyes.

"Tell me, lady Pruflas... what do you know about curses?"

"I fail to see how that eff- wait... are you suggesting that Devil Sleeping Disease isn't a disease, but a curse?!" The woman gasps.

"It would make sense with how a sudden- and permanent- power spike awakens the sleeping target... it's more than likely a curse that was tailor made for each and every person. Too much power and all of their organ stop functioning... too little, and it has no effect at all." I smirk as I hold a hand over the comatose Leviathan.

"But that's unprecedented! Why? What purpose would that serve?! Why not just kill them if you are going to permanently place them in a coma. Who even would have done this?!"

"Hm if I had to make an educated guess... I'd say great king faction... if you were ruling a faction and had someone potentially threatening the current status quo... would you just simply kill them? When war could very well be on the horizon would you doom your faction by killing an easy attempt at the Leviathan clan trait? If I had to guess they might have woken her up after a few more decades... allowed tempers to cool even further. Probably forced her to join a peerage of the great king faction."

"Let's see if I'm right about the curse thing, first and foremost." I nod.

"Remove Curse." I chant quietly.

The woman staggers back as the girl's eyes snap open, quickly rocketing up into a seated position. "A curse?! By Lucifer... no wonder nothing we did ever worked! You cannot cure a curse with medicine."

The lavender haired girl looks around, seemingly terrified. "W-"

She breaks down into a hacking coughing fit, causing me to pull a Styrofoam cup from my inventory and fill it with water.

She takes it and greedily drinks the liquid.

"It is certainly a powerful curse." I nod slowly as I cup my chin. "Mimics a disease almost perfectly with no magical aura. What I am stumped by is who- and I don't mean faction here... I mean singular people- could have done this."

"Where am I?! Who are you?" The girl quietly questions, rapidly looking in between myself, Ravel, and the bitchy doctor.

"My name is Gaius Decarabia... a Devil Lord... and you are currently in the underworld. In the city of Lucifaad. This is Leviathan Preventive Symphonia Hospital and you have been in a coma for one hundred years... I just broke the curse on you."

"W-What?" The girl whispers, eyes growing wide.

"O-One hundred years?!" The girl gaps, rapidly looking around the room. "B-But my friends! M-My family! W-what? Wh-where are they?!"

I glance to the doctor who sadly shakes her head. "Ingvild... I'm sorry... your father died of old age years ago... and your mother was killed by the old satan faction shortly after hiding you here."

The girl's breath hitches in her throat. "W-What."

"I am truly sorry." I sigh as I lower my head slightly. "I know what it's like to lose everything... you aren't alone in this pain."

Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, "E-Everyone I know and love is dead. My friends. T-they were merely human... my parents. I-I have NOTHING!"

I wipe a tear from her face. "Ingvild... don't worry. You can pull through this. You are strong. We are similar... you and I... I was lost, crushed, I..."

I audibly swallow. "Was forced to watch my parents die. Then I was placed into a five-hundred-year coma... a lot can change in five hundred years... especially when there was a civil war... so many of my friends were now old men... or dead. Others simply betrayed me... all of my land was stolen and I had no influence... but Serafall Leviathan... one of the new satans gave me a single chance."

I give the girl a sad smile. "I know your life is going to be hard... I know you can't just suddenly come to terms with the deaths of those you love... I know. But... would they really want to lose you to depression? They've sacrificed so much to get you to live..."

Tears drip down the girl's cheeks.

"H-Hn Uaaaaaah!" The girl cries as I suddenly find myself being hugged, her face pressing into my shoulder as she sniffles and shudders.

I reach up slowly and gently rub the back of her head.

I allow her to cry for a few minutes, eventually her sobbing subsides into quiet sniffles.

"Serafall Leviathan gave me a second chance... and now I will be granting a Leviathan a second chance... this must be fate." I humorlessly huff.

I slowly free myself from her grasp and look her in the eyes.

"Will you join me?" I question slowly.

The leviathan stares at me for a moment.

"I-"

"Milady, I don't believe that is a good idea." The devil doctor cuts in. "This devil is despicable, rude, and is trying to trick you."

"I was rude to you because I don't exactly like you very much... you did sort of immediately try and attack me... and 'Trick?' No. I'm not lying here. Lying requires far too much effort. I'm telling the truth." I answer with a nonchalant, slightly bored response. "Ingvild here deserves my respect."

I turn to the lavender haired girl. "Ingvild. I won't lie to you... alone, your life will be harder than mine could have potentially been... as a half devil, a large majority of the devil nobility won't respect you... regardless of how powerful you may be. You have no land, nor are you protected by any real laws. Most people will be your enemy, the Great King faction would more than likely try to have you imprisoned, and the Old satan faction would try to use you as a weapon... or just flat out kill you."

"I would like for you to join my peerage... I plan to help you regardless, yet everything would be far easier if you were to join... I can shelter you as you are now, sure, but I may potentially gain political backlash for housing the descendant of an 'enemy'. If you joined my peerage, eventually you'd even be able to officially become a high class devil and gain your own peerage."

"I..." The girl begins slowly sniffling slightly as I offer her a tissue to wipe her eyes. "Alright. I'll go with you. I'll join your peerage."

"My lady I must protest-" the doctor begins.

"No." Ingvild states with a small shake of the head. "He woke me up. He is going through all of this to help me... the least I could do is pay him back."

I nod slowly as I offer a hand. "Alright. Let's get you out of bed, then."

I gesture to Ravel. "This is Ravel, my bishop and Fiancee."

"H-Hi." The leviathan waves weakly as I assist her to her feet."

[Split]

I quietly lead the purple haired girl through my home.

That was surprisingly easy. Everything went according to plan, honestly.

The newest pawn of my peerage is following along beside me, and Ravel on my other side Luckily, I was able to get her with a mutated pawn.

So many people can be won over with a charming smile, a little kindness, and a shoulder to cry on... it's a little sad. But it works out for me, I guess.

Now I'm Gaius Decarabia. Devil with five Longinus sacred gears in his peerage.

Also the descendants of Leviathan, Arthur Pendragon, and gender bent Arthur Pendragon.

Pretty stacked peerage if I do say so myself.

At this point, with my new crafting specialty, I don't even really need to reincarnate people based on sacred gear anymore. I can just choose based on appearance like a shallow little shit.

That means Irina and Xenovia got cemented into the peerage baby! My long con of making Issei forget everything about Irina when I took his sacred gear is about to pay off!

I guess Xenovia is less of a 'hotness' pick... she wields Durandal and learned how to use basic Touki in like... a year. She's clearly a training monster.

"Gaius." A voice quietly interjects as the blue haired woman I was thinking of steps out of a nearby room.

Well... speak of the soon to be devil...

"Yes, Xenovia?" I question.

The brown haired exorcist joins her outside, nervously looking at the ground.

"We have decided to... join your peerage." The blunt blue haired girl declares.

"Why?" I mutter, glancing in between the two former exorcists.

"I... my father killed the previous devil owner of this town and the man she loved... I feel like I need to do this. The church has constantly lied to me. My father has constantly lied to me. You have been nothing but good to us since we got here and I want to repay that kindness."

"You do realize that once I reincarnate you, there's no taking it back, right?"

"I am aware." The brown-haired girl weakly states.

"Hn... alright. As long as you are sure." I shrug as I look to Xenovia. "And what about you? Why do you want to join?"

"It will make you impregnating me far easier if I am close to you like this." She nods as she claps her hands together.

"Eh?" Ravel blinks owlishly.

Irina and Ingvild swiftly have their faces covered by a blush, Irina letting out a horrified gasp. "Xenovia!"

"Hm?" The blue haired girl hums. "What's wrong?"

"Y-YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT!" The brown-haired girl shouts. "It's Inappropriate!"

"It is pretty lewd." I agree with an amused smile. "But sure. I'll reincarnate both of you. Are you ready now, or do you want to wait a little longer?"

"Now." Xenovia declares, inadvertently peer-pressuring Irina into getting it done now as well.

The brown haired girl nods along.

"Alrighty." I shrug as two mutated pawns appear in my grasp, one in between my index and middle finger, and the other in between my middle and ring fingers.

"Don't worry about the mutated status of the pieces... all of my remaining evil pieces changed like this after I got stronger."

"Mutated?" Xenovia questions.

"A mutated pawn is worth about eight normal pawns." I announce as I step forwards and shift one of the white pieces to my other hand.

"Eight?! Are we truly worth that much?!" Irina gasps.

"Well, I mean, I'm out of pieces... it's either the mutated pawn's eight pawns or the mutated knight's twenty-four pawns." I shrug.

"Couldn't you get a Longinus for eight?!" The blue haired girl questions.

"I can... and I have... several times... I have five Longinus sacred gears in my peerage, I don't really need Longinus at this point. I'm reaching the edge of what I can feasibly have without people being all 'hold on... this guy has way too much power' and causing me a bunch of political issues due to my peerage technically having the potential to far surpass any one of the current four Satan's"

"…"

"Also. Ingvild, this is Irina Shidou, and Xenovia Quarta." I suddenly announce as I turn and look to the Leviathan girl. "They used to be exorcists."

"Xenovia, Irina, this is Ingvild Leviathan. A half human descendant of the original Leviathan."

"The original leviathan?" Xenovia blinks owlishly.

"Yep." I nod. "Here's your pawn piece."

I push my hand against the girl's chest, right in between her breasts, then do the same to Irina, who seems extremely flustered by the action.

"Sorry." I apologize with an impish grin as I scratch the back of my head. "The pieces need to go into your chest."

"Anyways, I'm glad I'm finally fleshing out my peerage. I'm about to get into rating games soon... primarily because I need influence if I'm going to become the fifth satan... they'd never accept me if I kept to myself... I do certainly appear quite young, so I'll need to do quite a bit for people to realize that 'hey, he has the power to back up his position'."

I glance over the group. "I actually do really need to take care of something swiftly that has come to my attention, then, I'll gather the peerage and we can start officially training. On the way over Serafall gave me the go-ahead to sign up for Rating Games... this year's league starts next month."

I shoot the three girls a bright smile. "I look forwards to getting to know you all better!"

I continue leading the purple haired girl to a door right beside the room the two came out of.

"This is where you can stay for the foreseeable future." I smile at the girl as I gesture to the door. "I'll let you get settled. If you need anything, you can find a maid around here somewhere. They can get you some extra clothing, food, something to drink, basically anything."

"Alright." The girl shyly mutters

[Split]

*Grk-*

A man smashes into a wooden bar with a loud crashing noise, a single edged combat knife with a serrated back flips through my fingers as I boredly approach with a condescending smile on my face.

The baseball bat bazooka clatters to the floor as I run a hand through my white hair. A result of my disguise self spell.

Two red eyes gleam, glaring down at the pained man with short hair and a beard.

He is an absolute giant of a man in a suit that is currently in tatters, dozens of other men litter the floor of the bar-slash-night club.

"So..." I begin slowly as I slowly strut forwards. My voice sounds rougher, gruffer, and savage "Let me get this straight... you hassle my boss' bar with your petty little 'protection fee'… and when denied you had the gall to get a few boys to break some tables and chairs..."

I had gotten a call from my draconic cohort slash bartender, Shevet, that the Red Axe gang from the Yellow trailer had started shit with the bar for 'daring to open in their territory'. I wasn't planning on doing this, honestly, but it is a decent distraction.

I grab his forearm abruptly and slam it on the bar, twisting his arm uncomfortably as he is sunk into the wood, shards and splitters litter his suit and the area around him.

"Ghrr-" he groans weakly as I twirl the knife around into a reverse grip and promptly jab it downwards, stabbing it through the back of his hand and into the wooden bar below.

"Agh-" he grits out with a low snarl.

"You want to hassle MY boss with your petty shit you disgraceful loser? We'll let me tell you this... he doesn't have time for you!"

The knife is wiggled slightly causing him to suck in air through his teeth.

"So... let me tell you how this is going to go... you are going to avoid the Highway to Hell like the plague. If you start shit, I'll kill you... no... wait... a better idea... I'll cripple you. Then drag you around as I find every single little person that you care about, and kill them all. Right in front of you~. Dozens of huntsmen level combatants work under my boss. It'd be best to not anger him... hehehe he isn't even angry yet! He doesn't even know what you did! But you did piss me off."

"He left this life behind, so if you try and drag him back into it with your insignificant petty squabbles. You're going to regret it, capiche?"

The hairs on the back of my neck raise as a grin splits my face, the knife is tugged from Junior's hand as I whirl around.

*CLANG*

I block a single edged great sword's slash with the side of my dagger, and with a flick of my wrist I send the attack wide and lash out with a kick that staggers my attacker.

He slides back, shoes squeaking on the dance floor, a frown is on his face as he narrows his red eyes at me.

Qrow motherfucking Branwen... what's he doing here?

"Hoooh? A Huntsman?" I question with a slight smirk. "How scary~."

"So." He grouses out. "Who are you supposed to be?"

"Just a guy." I shrug with a small smirk.

The ring on my finger glows, causing a sword to appear in my offhand with a dull flash.

"A guy who's leaving." I announce as my eyes narrow.

I slash the sword in the air beside me, creating a dimension door, then I promptly dive through the portal.

It seals behind me as I hear the crack of gunfire.

I teleport away shortly after.

The illusion around myself fades. I toss the knife aside, utterly vaporizing it with a bored frown.

Well, that was certainly a good way to spend twenty minutes. Now onto what I was ACTUALLY going to do here today.

Craft Sacred Gear:

An ancient art, lost to time. The last person to perfect this skill is the god of the biblical faction, those who have since tried, make nothing more than paltry imitations of sacred gears. This feat lets you craft TRUE sacred gears. A sacred gear must have 3 things to be considered a true sacred gear. 1: a main ability, like a sword birth's demonic sword creation. But some may have additional sub-abilities. 2: A balance breaker. 3: A powerful item of legend or a soul to be used as the core of the sacred gear, deciding its abilities. Sometimes both. A Low-Powered Sacred Gear will take 30 days to craft with reagents worth 60,000 GP. A Medium-Powered Sacred Gear will take 90 days to craft with reagents, worth 180,000. A High-Powered Sacred Gear will, in turn, take 270 days to craft with 540,000 worth in reagents, and finally a Longinus class sacred gear will take 810 days to craft with 1,620,000 worth in reagents.

The relics are just a small hop skip and a jump with teleportation and planar travel. I can slip into each pocket dimension and pocket the relics after all!

[Split]

Pov: elsewhere.

Something is horribly wrong.

Atlas fell.

A man with cybernetic implants and a metal arm swiftly marches through a wide-open room.

It was only for a moment, but Atlas dropped nearly fifty feet before it regained its ability to hover... and that means only one thing... something happened to the relic.

A single pathway leads to an ice-like glacier suspended over an open shaft that goes down hundreds of feet. Pillars holding pyres of blue fire hang on the four corners of the platform leading up to the large glacier. A single golden door sits in the center of the blue ice. It is several times larger than a normal human is tall.

A floating platform swiftly approaches him, allowing him to step up onto it as a frail older woman is wheeled onto the platform beside him by a white haired woman in a white long coat who is looking around cautiously.

The platform swiftly rises to the door, the group quietly approaching the golden gate.

"Open it." The man demands.

The frail old woman silently raises a hand to the door, causing the door to glow brightly, lines of light crisscross the door, looking like circuitry.

It slides open a moment later.

"Wait here." The man commands as he quickly steps forwards into the gate that seems to now lead to a grassy meadow with a stone pathway.

The man turns, quickly dashing towards a monolith-like object in the distance.

He misses a step in his shock and stumbles to a halt.

"W-What?" He whispers.

Instead of the blue and gold staff which is normally floating upon the pedestal...

Now there's a green diamond the size of a basketball that seems to have a crackling storm contained within it.

It turns slowly, rotating in the air, revealing that there's something stuck to it.

The man quickly approaches the crystal and reads the apparent sticky note.

"Hi, I needed your relic of creation to make a sacred gear. This replacement should keep Atlas floating for a few thousand years. Why you lot took away the main benefit of a floating city, mobility, by chaining it to the ground, I don't know, but frankly that's only the second place for the stupidity of Atlas... WHY DID YOU FLOAT YOUR CITY OVER ANOTHER CITY YOU DIPSHITS?! Like, WOW that was SUCH an intelligent play! You block out the sun of the city below and GOD FORBID some sociopathic Winter Maiden shows up and steals the relic. Honestly, you'd be facing a similar fate if I wasn't so nice as to leave a replacement power source. But alas, I do care. Weiss would probably call me a monster if I blew up her home anyways!

P.S. Don't ask about sacred gears. You don't need to know about those.

Yours truly, The Fifth Satan, Sathanas."

[Endsplit]