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Sacred Gear Creator (English)

Story translated by google tratudor. Sacred Gear Creator, is the first Sacred Gear created by God as a tool to make others, but no being in his universe could use his powers, so when he died a part of his power added to Sacred Gear in search of a Host. I posted this fanfic on this other site and decided to see how to get out of here. https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/sacred-gear-creator-20411360 https://www.wattpad.com/story/240038941-sacred-gear-creator-pt-br

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32 Chs

 The beginning of a Friendship

After the two imps left the meeting room a gloomy atmosphere took over, the emergency meeting was not called to thank the boy for his exploits, this was just an excuse to have an emergency meeting to justify the meeting outside of season for the council, so Serafall went out with Yan not to arouse suspicion.

Fabium, feeling that two presences had disappeared from the room, woke up to discuss the real theme "The King's Pieces", nine pieces created by Ajuka Beelzebub at the beginning of the Rating Games and which were stolen by the Old Faction and their whereabouts are currently unknown, in addition to its existence has been erased from history and few beings even among the high-ranking demons know about it or that was how it should have been until a few days ago. "So what's the news?", asked Maou Asmodeus, still a little sleepy.

"According to Grafiya's report, there were Old Faction movements in Kuon's territory," said the red-haired Maou as he removed from his coat documents referring to the data gathered by Grafiya's informants.

"So I suppose these moves have to do with the King's pieces, if that's the case in Kuoh there is a piece or someone who shouldn't know about them", pondered Asmodeus and gradually his mind cleared when he thought of the possible situations that would entail, but it stopped a little before his mind was exhausted when he noticed that he hadn't heard all the available information. Although Fabium Asmodeus is one of the laziest Maou of all two generations, he is the greatest strategist of the underworld, being the model of Sona and Ravel, which they both won't admit.

"Exactly, after Yan's collaboration for the peace treaty between Youkais and Demons I ordered Grafiya to increase the search for possible members for his future nobility," the redhead spoke calmly while describing the context of the events that led to the discovery of the movements of the Old Faction, "And during the research it was discovered in Kuon a relationship between city ruler Cleria Belial and an exorcist of the church, but that was not the main information, as similar cases are common", the church and the underworld have always been at war, mainly because of the selfishness and arrogance of the ancient Maou, and in the midst of it all, some demons and exorcists fall into temptation, being killed in retaliation.

After a short pause to rearrange his words so as not to evade the subject again, Lucifer continued, "She somehow found out about the King's play and was investigating, among these papers are some of the documents she had in her hiding place," he passed the documents on to the other two present, "as you can see some of the Top-10 names from the Rating Games are on the list, with the absence of his cousin Diehauser Belial, the first place, maybe he is a carrier, revealing a massive increase in their powers just before the Rating Game goes into effect, some reach the level of the Maou, us",as said by Lucifer the documents held the names and multiple data about the marked changes in the powers of demons that formerly could be considered lower middle class on the basis of power and obtained absurd results in a short period of time.

"She's a danger, better let the Old Faction take care of her, we can't let this information get around, even if the Rating Games are being manipulated", Fabium's decision was very logical, a secret like that must never be revealed and leaving a wild card alive is the same as shooting yourself in the foot, the Rating Game system, as well as the Evil pieces symbolize the second generation of Maous and letting something tarnish your reputation is the same as showing weakness.

Ajuka, who was silent the entire time, interrupted Fabium before he continued to speak, "It's not that simple, if the situation was different for sure eliminating it would be the safest decision, but everything has changed now that we have a peace treaty with the angels, even if only in words, so we can't let her die or it will appear a difference of points of view", after all a peace treaty is an indirect way of saying coexistence, where interracial couples would be increasingly common, if for them to die at such a critical moment would be, as well as suspicious, very bad for the underworld.

Fabium spends most of his time sleeping and is only called in in cases of extreme urgency, when the fate of the underworld is in jeopardy, so news of a simple peace treaty goes unnoticed by his busy life, and during his sleep it doesn't heard about Yan's deeds or the alliance with the angels leaving holes in his logic to eliminate Cleria, "I see, so we have to protect her and at the same time keep her under control, it would be great if there was a child to give the nobility Yan to keep it as a bargaining chip or something like that, but I doubt that will happen given our low birthrate," muttered the only bald man in the room.

Hearing these murmurs Lucifer took the floor, "She's pregnant, too bad the child is still just a fetus and we can't go through with the plan, but isn't that the only option you can think of right?" question, it was not possible to hear answers from Fabium who had already lost himself in thoughts of how to use this situation to his advantage, as avoiding rebellions is the main objective, given that the Rating Game is how demons can rise to the aristocracy and the use of the King pieces basically demonstrates that they don't want that to happen.

After a few silent minutes Fabium's voice can be heard again, "We can solve two problems if we act this way", they spent the next few minutes listening and correcting possible flaws in the strategy proposed by Fabium who at some point went back to sleep while talking in his dreams, "There is nothing more work than not having to work", leaving only Ajuka and Lucifer who had stopped the discussion because they didn't find loose points, as expected of the best strategist in the underworld, and were taking the opportunity to talk about their pastimes, the green-haired Maou talked excitedly about the changes Yan had made in Sona's plays,"He unconsciously changed the part programming to remove unnecessary safety locks and improve the fit and I still haven't been able to decipher even one percent of the formula because of the self-destruct safety barriers," meanwhile Lucifer was talking about his beloved sister, " My Rias is getting more beautiful every day, it seems like a female version of me, I want my son to be a girl too, his name would be Risa in honor of his aunt", they both didn't pay attention to what the other was saying and the 'conversation' lasted more than an hour before Grafiya's arrival, who was 'pleased' to see the interaction between them.her name would be Risa in honor of her aunt", both paid no attention to what the other was saying and the 'conversation' lasted more than an hour, before Grafiya arrived, who was 'pleased' to see the interaction between them.her name would be Risa in honor of her aunt", both paid no attention to what the other was saying and the 'conversation' lasted more than an hour, before Grafiya arrived, who was 'pleased' to see the interaction between them.

It didn't take long for the chaotic atmosphere, similar to a bar, to return to a respectable atmosphere worthy of the most powerful beings in the underworld. "So everything was resolved Lucifer-sama?" she asked pouring a cup of tea.

"Great news, but we will have to be as discreet as possible and that's why I want you to send a message to the church, Cléria Belial and her lover must be killed", announced the redhead and received the approving look of Ajuka who was enjoying the tea served by Grafiya, made with the rarest herbs of the underworld.

While all this was happening on a mountain in Clan Bael territory, two young men were exchanging blows empty-handed, the evil blonde being able to resist the impact of the blows that the brown haired one directed at him, each time faster and more powerful than the last, but during a Jab Sairaorg's right arm took a while to shrink after hitting his target, Rise, who took the chance to counterattack with a kick to his opponent's defenseless rib.

Rise exhaled all the breath from her lungs and screamed as she delivered the most powerful kick she could only to feel her legs break like a chicken bone as she hit Sairaorg who hadn't even activated her touki to bolster her defenses, "How is this possible ?" was the only question Rise could think of, no matter how much he trained, he never managed to hurt him or even tire the cripple in front of him, what consoles him is that the use of magic was prohibited during the confrontations, "If if I used magic I would probably win," he repeated to himself defeat after defeat.

"If you keep this training in less than two years you can have impressive results," expressed Sairaorg while laughing at the childishness demonstrated by Rise in recent months. Sairaorg did not lie when he spoke about the results that could be obtained by the young blonde, in these few months of training under his tutelage he obtained results comparable to two years of Sairaorg, which motivated him even more to get stronger, after all the defeat could not existing in your life if you wanted to reach your goals and losing to a newly reincarnated demon would do no good for your unstable position within Clan Bael.

"So I was approved?", Rise's leg had already returned to its original state, he felt no more pain after months of being repeatedly shattered until almost all his magical power was exhausted, days and excruciating days where only death would await him if if it weren't for his Bloodline.

"Yes it was", Sairaorg reached out his right arm for a handshake, the condition for the end of Rise's training was that he hit him with a blow, during the first month he did not eat or sleep, if he passes out count as sleeping, then from being utterly torn apart, by the second month he had grown tired of screaming and beating, starting to dodge or defend at the expense of limbs, until one day he finally had room to deliver a single blow that hit the afterimage of Clan Bael's heir.

"Thank you so much for your training, on behalf of Clan Phoenix I consider you a friend", Rise shook Sairaorg's hand and smiled, the level of respect between the two was at a high level, Rise respects strength and his friend is the strongest of the young demons today. Sairaorg never had a real chance to have a friend, especially after being exiled alongside his mother, then focused on training him to get to his rightful spot after defeating his half brother for the right to become the next boss. of Clan Bael, therefore having Rise declare him as his friend touched his heart and erased any bad rumors I heard about him drugging his nobility or even lusting after his sister for his harem, "May in your rematch with Yan the victory be yours!" shouted Sairaorg, after all that had always been the blonde's goal, to regain his honor and women.

"Then I'll be going," said the blonde, entering a circle of transport, appeared on his feet, revealing a golden tinge with the Phoenix Clan crest in its center, and disappeared in golden flame.

From that day onwards, rumors would arise about Rise and Sairaorg that would affect his current and future relationships with women, especially the blonde who somehow awakened a fetish unknown until then.