An Unneeded Series Of Events

Entry 76:

Linus Ozias POV:

As I exit the mind space with a smile, I return to patrolling the town, looking for stray devils as I need to keep up appearances.

During my patrol where, I practice a form of presence concealment or try to match my energy to the world around me. I find that I am being followed, so I divert to an abandoned house on the outskirts of the town.

I enter the house and disappear as my follower makes herself known.

"Interesting, a half-fallen and half-devil follows an angel to a secluded place. How scandalous." I say in the darkness as Akeno looks around.

"I wish to speak with you. I want to know about my Father Barquiel and how you know him." I then reveal myself as I walk up behind her and tap her shoulder, which scares her as she actively uses her lighting magic to defend herself.

"Your Father did the same thing when he was caught off before he joined before he joined the fallen. He was my field commander during the Great War, if only briefly." I reminisce as I look through my memories of the conflict.

But the girl just glares at me venomously. "I do not want to be known as his daughter as he failed my mother. He failed me, and those damn fallen fail everyone."

I simply state, "I do not understand why you hate your father for not being there, as from what I had heard from the reports, he was ambushed by many high-level fallen angels while on a routine patrol."

I then presented some of the reports from the event that my Iscariots were able to locate.

As she reads through them, her eyes widen in surprise as she had only thought he was late returning from a mission, but not this.

Because on those reports show that Barquiel alone slaughtered over 50 high level fallen angels and even a couple of ultimate class fallen to return home.

"Also, I can understand why you would not find the fallen tasteful, but the ones that killed your mother and helped organize the assassination were your clan. Why do you despise the Fallen Angels alone when a fellow human killed your mother?"

The girl began to shake as tears started to form in her eyes. I seemed to have triggered her PTSD, and in a rather bold move, I hugged her while using Senjutsu to calm her chaotic energy.

She cries and shouts in frustration, "Because I expect such behavior from the Five Principal Clans, but it was because of the Fallen that Father did not return in time!"

As she continues to cry, she continues, "They...They were not family. I never considered them as such, and without the fallen angels keeping farther from the house, they would never have succeeded."

I ponder this as while she is right to hate an entire race for the actions of a few. It is foolhardy and disrespectful to those who fail to protect their freedom.

"Himejima-San, I can understand your hatred. I do as I, too, have witnessed many of those that I have deemed friends, brothers, and sisters killed and slaughtered before my eyes."

"I want nothing more than to eliminate every devil off the face of the planet and the underworld. Why must we fight for the tantrum of a child refusing to acknowledge Humanity as God's creation?"

This catches the girl's attention as she begins to take on a knowing look on her face. "But it was not until the end that I gained perspective as even the Devils did not want to fight in that war, and it was but the actions of a few Devils that the war was ended if not put into a stalemate."

As I pat the girl's head, I can only say, "And in the war against darkness, stalemate is victory, and we must all understand that we are not beholden to other's actions unless we chain ourselves to it."

I then asked her, "Show me your wings, please." At this request, she slowly stands back, and her wings are revealed with one feathered wing as dark as a pristine raven and the other a thin batlike wing.

That reminds me: I am changing those stupid wings if I ever attempt to create or improve the current race of devils. They look awful. But I need to activate my ultimate talk no jutsu.

"Simply marvelous. They say that eyes are windows into the soul, but I would also add our wings as well. It's clear you not only despise the Fallen but yourself. You still take care of them. Does it remind you of a certain memory?"

Akeno is then thrown into a memory where she would help clean her Father's wings and would marvel at their beauty, and her mother would do the same for her when her's began to come in.

"Are they not ugly and mismatched, an ugly look for an ugly soul?" I then disagree: "Having both sets of wings does not make you inherently lesser, and your soul is anything but ugly. remember, I am an angel, and we are adept at dealing in souls, and while yours is odd, it does not detract from its overall light."

And I was telling the truth as with my increased perception and power, I am beginning to be able to see the history and light of each soul.

The lighting maiden then smiles and says, "You must say that to all of the women you meet," while saying this, her mischievous smile comes back, "But I will have to punish you for this."

I smile as I simply dodge her spell and shock her in certain "places" as she moans in delight, and I say one thing before I leave: "You may not immediately forgive those that have wronged you or those that have failed you, but understand that one cannot hate forever lest you end up in a darker place and those that truly wronged you have won."

I then teleport back to my residence while also leaving an Imperium page for her to use with instructions on how to use it.

I understand that my talk may not have solved her problems, but it could be a start.

But I did not see her picking it up and saying with a red face, "Oh, you large blunt angel, you have no idea who you're messing with, do you? I am going to make you mine. You can't just leave a girl wanting like this, you know?"

I shiver as I appear back at my residence, and I think to myself, "I believe I have now proverbially hit the hornet's nest from what I am sensing. Oh well, such things I will need to deal with eventually."

And then I remember never to taunt Murphy. As soon as I am about to enter my residence, I find a present inside, seemingly never-ending, and as I open the door, my fears are confirmed.

Ophis is sitting on my chair in the kitchen and says in a monotone voice, "You, New Light, Help Me Get Rid Of Baka Red."

I just sigh, feeling the headache growing as my stress levels rise.