A short story based on some true incidents

Haikyuu fanfic x Omegaverse x AU x Occult club
In a time where omegas and betas are just a step away from being equal to the likes of alphas,
Hinata Shoyo ,an omega, starting highschool, right a year before something people are calling the MAJOR CHANGE. What happens when a series of events leads him to joining the occult club?
Kageyama Tobio, a high class alpha, for him almost everything is within reach, except freedom from the occult club???? 
READ ON to find out more about The Occult Club!

Ushijima is a normal human. And his life was fine until, one day, he gets mixed up with some things which turn his life upside down.

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SHORT STORY of WARD COURIER: "My Vengeance Lurks"
From the story collection "A Ghosthunter's Journal" (1999) by Ward Courier under the pen name Mason Winfield

[By refusing to admit their existence, the world gives a very long start to those who practice the occult arts.
- Dion Fortune, "The Secrets of Dr. Taverner"]

1
For most writers, the writing is the easy part. The time and effort of chasing work is the problem; but authors of a successful book will often find work of all related types starting to chase them back. The October 1997 publication of my first book Shadows of the Western Door caused a bit of a stir which was a boost not only to the research effort for its eventual sequel, but also to other areas of my income: lectures, tours, and other writing projects. As an unlooked-for consequence, several amateur research groups formed, sending teams of eager beavers into the field after spooklore.
I was flattered to have served inspiration, but had my worries about the unsolicited help. Winning the trust of strangers and getting them to communicate was one of my gifts when I started this business, but it's not everyone's. People who have information about some paranormal event can be touchy, and, if not approached just right by their first questioner, they may so completely shut off that later ones can't even gauge that there's a subject worth investigating. That's the real tragedy.
Generally, though, these well-intended newcomers merely retraced my steps, using "Shadows" as a tour guide and, almost in the nature of a "spook of the month club," digging further into the mansions, graveyards, incidents, or characters surveyed in its pages. This was also a mixed blessing. They weren't burning bridges ahead of me, but they turned up new details about old cases, and on occasion embarrassed me with them in public, usually on radio or TV. Ah well.
One such moment came in October 1998. I was upstairs at a Halloween party doing a radio program - that of the venerable and literate John Otto - by phone when Peter Jerome of Williamsville called the station with some pointed questions about William Lumley, a mysterious occultist from Buffalo who tried to tell the world about something in his city and its region, for him a haunted, demonic place. Anyone who thought I had the goods on everything spooky around here had overestimated me, and I found myself just listening to Mr. Jerome. Weeks later he and a few others in his group introduced themselves after one of my talks.
Peter Jerome is a burly former Marine and general devotee of paranormal inquiry. He's also a bail bondsman, an expert and relentless tracker of both people and information. His wife Marie is a Wiccan and a psychic. Gabriel Hatcher - a twenty-three-year-old wunderkind who has already authored two books - is a blond, bespectacled scholar at work on a graduate degree in anthropology. Dark-haired girlfriend Emma Falzone is a lit Ph. D. These were not only good research contacts and bright, capable people, but they put me onto a winding tale that would go in strange directions and involve a famous American horror writer.

2
Nowadays I read almost no horror fiction. (To answer the curious, I read original sources: dry historical documents and studies, paranormal research and philosophy, mythology, mysticism, and comparative religion. I'm interested in what at least ostensibly happened, and what I can piece together from it.) Of course literary greats like Borges, Kipling, and Henry James occasionally step near the genre, and I have also admired specialists like Brits Arthur Machen and M. R. James, and the Canadian Algernon Blackwood. I favor tales that are mythic and literate rather than merely sensational. Though I'd read H. P. Lovecraft (1890 - 1937) with relish in high school, he never really set his mark on me. His lasting, cultish appeal to others seems to state that I've sold him short.
Rooting Lovecraft's fiction were the "Old Ones," a murky oligarchy of demonic gods undetected by mainstream religion: giant, evil, twisted beings with melodramatic epithets ("The Goat with a Thousand Young!") and names like expectorating coughs - Cthulhu, Tsathoggua, Shub-Niggurath, Yog-Sothoth, Azathoth, Nyarlathotep. (I stubbed my toe in the dark last night and snarled something I'd swear came out "Tsathoggua!")
In the age of the dinosaurs thrust back by powerful, benevolent forces sometimes called "the Elder Gods," these "Old Ones" vengefully strive through the aid of human and semihuman agents to manifest fully in the world. Humanity's "dark" gods like Loki and Satan are mistakes in apprehending the real "Old Ones," and our other folkloric baddies - satyrs and Sasquatch, for instance - are merely ground troops, buck privates in this hellish hierarchy. Perhaps hoping to give his tales a heavier pedigree but oblivious to comic possibilities, Lovecraft routinely cited a number of horrific and totally mythical books (the "Necronomicon") and scholars (Abdul Alhazred, "the mad Arab").
The setup wasn't totally unprecedented, but Lovecraft's development of it was innovative, and I liked his "down to the roots" plot development, delving back through time across disciplines and in layers - layers of history, archaeology, religion, folklore, literature, and his own creepy mythology. That's my take on the real business, except that I work from the roots up. To me, though, there was something formulaic about Lovecraft's stories, most of which are narratives of a man's steady path of discovery, driven by occult forces into madness, worse-than-death, and full apprehension of the "Old Ones" (a fate next which Hell is summer camp); in me, Lovecraft touched no archetypes.

3
Known as the "Cthulhu (Ka-THOO-loo) Mythos," Lovecraft's theme was gleefully adopted by other writers of the 30s - like "Psycho" author Robert Bloch, Robert E. Howard, August Derleth, Clark Ashton Smith, Henry Kuttner, and others who soon contributed their own innovations which Lovecraft picked up on the rebound. In sharp contrast to their literary horror, the kinship between these writers was full folly, replete with whimsical nicknames.
"Conan the Barbarian" creator Howard was rootin' tootin' "Two-Gun Bob," and Derleth the effete "Comte de Erlette"; Smith and Kuttner were the Egyptianate "Klarkash-Ton" and "Khut-nah." Lovecraft himself was "Grandpa Esh-pi-el" (for "HPL"). Even a wordy war-game was afoot, killing each other off in successively devilish ways. Lovecraft tags a Bloch-clone in "The Haunter of the Dark," but Bloch does Lovecraft back in "The Shambler from the Stars" and settles Kuttner's hash in "The Shadow from the Steeple." Their letters chortle over telling portraits and rollicking do-ins. Not so Buffalo's Lumley, perhaps the only serious contributor and undoubtedly the strangest of a strange bunch. Gabriel Hatcher filled me in on the literary aspects of the search.
Like many sincere mystics, William Lumley (probably living from 1880 to 1960) was an independent scholar, generally a failure at his outer life who took his inner one seriously... and that's about all we know. I've said before how academically dangerous it is to go to print claiming some paranormal subject or event is impenetrable, particularly one as rooted in material facts and figures as the life of a man of this century, particularly on the sayso of others; but it seems safe to say that William Lumley represents more than your average mystery. Because of his correspondence with H. P. Lovecraft, several prominent scholars developed curiosity about Lumley over the years, and they dug up even less than we did. From his one published and widely anthologized story "The Diary of Alonzo Typer" ("Weird Tales" magazine, February 1938) Lumley's heirs would be due some royalties, and the apparent failure of any ever to turn up is more fuel for the fire. I can only talk for sure, though, about our journey. Every question we asked about Lumley led to another.
Lumley is harder to track down than anybody should be. Along the way we considered that the name might be an alias, except for other details that no impostor would bother to fake. We aren't even sure when Lumley died, though it seems he may have spent his last years in an indigents' home in Erie County and may now rest, such as he would, in an Alden grave. Almost all we know about him in any other sense is revealed through the occasionally chatty letters of Lovecraft (which refer to Lumley as already old in the 1930s). None of Lumley's are preserved, but from Lovecraft's we gather that he and Lumley evidently traded occult as well as personal confidences, comparing bouts of flatulence and other medical delights. Indeed, it appears that Lovecraft's last letter (February 1937) was sent to Lumley, mentioning the belly trouble that finished him two weeks later. ("Cripes, but I'm about all in.")
Lovecraft's letters to his fellow Cthulhu-kins reveal his impressions of Lumley: "tremendously likable - with a spontaneous gratitude and generosity that are almost pathetic"; but also a real occultist whose reading was "unusually wide." A speculator about ancient American and Asian prehistory, even fringe archaeology, Lumley was familiar with such classic mystics and alchemists as Paracelsus, Hermes Trismegistus, Albertus Magnus, and Apollonius of Tyana. In that he was one up on Lovecraft's bunch (except for maybe "Klarkash-Ton").
Yet Lumley also claimed familiarity with nonexistent texts like the "Necronomicon" and made-up horrific scholars like Eibon, von Junzt, and "mad Arab" Alhazred (likely "All has read"). One of Lumley's human contacts he calls "the Oriental Ancient" was allegedly in Buffalo in 1932 for a long pow-wow. Lumley claimed to have gained "strange and marvelous results" from cryptical incantations and rites with clay images; to frequent a "haunted" valley in Western New York in which he met elemental spirits and a misty "white presence"; to have slept in prehuman ruins and witnessed monstrous rites in deserted cities; and to have beheld Cthulhu and Nyarlathotep with his own eyes. For Lumley, Lovecraft and his band of hacks were channeling for the "Old Ones," speaking true whether they knew it or not. For Lovecraft - and this is saying something - Lumley was one bent boyo.

[To Be Continued...]




Author:
Author, teacher, storyteller, and supernatural historian Mason Winfield studied English and Classics at Denison University, earned a master’s degree in British literature at Boston College, and studied poetry and fiction at SUNY Buffalo with professor emeritus and MacArthur grant recipient Irving Feldman. He has written or edited fourteen books, including the regional sensation “Shadows of the Western Door” (1997) and “Iroquois Supernatural,” co-authored with Michael Bastine, on the traditions of the Six Longhouse Nations (Inner Traditions International/Bear & Company, 2011). Several of his surveys of upstate folklore and paranormal tradition may be found at the website of Western New York Wares: www.buffalobooks.com. He may be reached at www.masonwinfield.com.

An anatomically perfect human jaw fashioned of diamond-hard quartz crystal is uncovered at an Ohio burial mound and sold on the underground antiquities market. Shortly after, three pothunters are found dead.

A mysterious new drug suspected of South American origin surfaces in Buffalo, NY. Its unprecedented psycho-tropic effects include the momentary activation of ESP. 

Blind, speechless, emaciated street people start appearing in many parts of the world. An urban legend-cycle forms around them, and the name of a murderous old cult, “the Whistlers” attaches to them.

An archaeological team at a Mayan site reports finding a bizarre artifact and vanishes. 

An upstate schoolteacher’s book of New York legends and folklore foreshadows these developments and more. 

   These are the threads – plus his affair with a maddening woman – that draw narrator Ward Courier into the international adventure of occultism, terror, Native American tradition and onrushing prophecy that is Mason Winfield’s anticipated new novel THE WHISTLERS. By the time the picture of THE WHISTLERS becomes clear, we are ready to believe in a sinister conspiracy that could predate Atlantis and even hail from another world.

In the bustling city of Libra which is a metropolis in an artificial island located in East Asia, there is a division in the L.C.P.D (Libra City Police Department) called the "Occult Department" that tackles on bizarre and dark cases surrounding the occult.

Yuto Nanase who is a 21 years old fresh university graduate, moves in to Libra City for a job as a Detective in the police force due to personal reasons and was assigned to the  Occult Department because of his background and set of skills of being a Modern Mage. 

The Occult Department is filled with eccentric people which are; a Chief Inspector who is a Necromancer that is a gambling addict gigolo, an anti social Inspector who is a Mage that always act high and mighty, an Enforcer who is a Witch that looks like a little girl and hexes anyone who treats her like one and a a part-time desk officer who is a happy go lucky college student/Esper that really loves anime and games (weeb). 

The Occult Department is often mocked by the other divisions  in the police force because of their eccentricities and often refereed to as the "weirdo department" but often times, their cases intertwines with the other departments.  

Join Yuto Nanase and his colleagues in tackling horrifying cases surrounding the occult and uncovering the truth behind his horrible past.

        The fragrant smell of bacon fat sizzling in a piping hot cast iron skillet rose into the air while she reached over the counter for two large eggs, breaking them apart skillfully and frying them just till the edges were ever so slightly charred, crisp from the bacon grease and butter. Two slices of toast and a small heap of beans already lay on the plate as she eased the eggs and the bacon into it. Breakfast is the best, Ahsoka mused as she cut into the eggs with a spoon, sending the creamy yolk to spill over the rest of the plate. 
.         Her thoughts were interrupted by a light tap on the window just in front of her. She looked up to a face on the other side. Two wide, unblinking eyes, set in an almond shaped face too small for a human, gazed at her. A slender, naked body that looked like it was carved from wood, it's bark colored skin wrapped in leaf-filled vines, perched lazily atop a crabapple tree branch that swung slightly in the wind – just enough to peck the glass on the kitchen window as if to say hello to its new neighbor.
           A tree spirit, some call them dryads, yakshis, kodamas or nang takians. They are usually harmless and in older times often served as protectors, guarding the human villages from danger and disease. But in more modern times, they have been getting more restless, in some cases even violent. It's probably because of all the pollution in the air. She sighed as she mopped up the rest of her breakfast, carrying a kettle full of hot water and stepping inside the bath.
         Ahsoka can see spirits. Beings ordinary people cannot see, the supernatural, the magical, some call it; the other world. They live amongst us, hiding in plain sight yet every so often one would hear about stories of the other world, ghosts lingering after death, mischievous spirits playing tricks on people, masked men that appear in different people's dreams. Ahsoka lived in a world dismissed by many as embellished tales of fiction.  
          Stepping out of the bath, Ahsoka had changed into her new uniform. She gazed at herself in the mirror, smoothing her new ivory-white blouse and patting the dust off her grey, knee-length pleated skirt. As she glanced at the table, she noticed a package, remembering the post man had delivered it to her yesterday when she arrived, she opened the box to find an envelope and an assortment of wrapped souvenirs, an I <3 New York shirt, dried fruits and a pair of dangling earrings, among other things. Tearing the side of the envelope, she unfolded a neatly written sheet of paper and started reading.
"My Dearest Sister,
I hope you are doing well; I am writing this because I remembered that it's your first day at your new school. I hope you make some new friends, and remember not to cause too much trouble like last time, Aunt will not like being called to the school office too often.
Richard and I will be spending the next five weeks in Spain for work, Hola Amiga! Tell me what you want and I'll send them to you in a week��s time. After that I will be coming home for a short while.
I wish you could have come with me; you would love it here. Next time I'll bring you abroad, that might wipe the sour look on your face every time I see you. Don't dwell on the past too much, send my regards to Aunt and take care of yourself. 
          Your Sister,"
          The rays of the rising sun filtered through the leaves of the trees and landed on the paper, tearing Ahsoka's gaze away. She placed the paper down, before grabbing her backpack and stepping out the door.
--
          Golden Mountain Academy was an old school with nearly five hundred years of history since its founding as a shrine where young monks learned to read and write. Located near the edge of the city proper, the complex consisted of two newly built five story concrete buildings connected in a U shape that formed the facade and a scattered assortment of one to two story older ones made primarily from wood. Most of the classrooms were located in the two new buildings while the older ones were used as clubrooms and offices. 
          The academy was notable for specializing in the arts and having a strong sports presence; most of their varsity teams were able to compete and attend the national conferences. Perhaps because of that, it also developed a reputation for having a rather lax academic policy – many students opted to instead focus on extracurricular activities such as clubs and contests instead of focusing on exams and homework.
          Due to its old age and its origin, there was also another thing that academy was famous for. It was supposedly haunted. Rumor has it that the place had an excess of spiritual energy that gave birth to all sorts of spirits, and was also the reason for why the students were so gifted in the arts. From spirits of old teachers, to mountain deities, to river sprites to some much more malicious spirits, the ghost stories passed on from student to student had become part of the local folklore of the school.
          Ren was familiar with the school's ghost stories. And he couldn't help but feel that he was now the victim of one.
          Ever since that day when he and his friends in the Archery Club decided to explore one of the supposedly haunted dilapidated buildings in the woods of the school as a test of courage, he had felt an invisible weight on his chest as if something was hugging him tightly. At first, he thought it was just the stress getting to him, but as time passed, it became more and more intense. Soon, it got to the point that he started waking up in the middle of the night, sweating hard and unable to breath.
 Losing his mind, he had already tried to visit multiple doctors, none of which were able to find anything wrong despite multiple tests. It was as if whatever was ailing him was only in his mind. 
          As a last resort, he decided to consult the school's Occult Research Club. Eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, his white uniform creased, he was walking the school's corridors to the Occult Research Clubroom when he happened to glance at a girl that was standing under a banyan tree.
          The girl was facing behind him, seemingly immersed in a strange staring contest with the banyan tree, her dark chocolate brown hair dancing in the wind. As though she sensed his gaze, the girl turned around.
          The instant their eyes met, the pressure on his chest suddenly increased! 
          He cried out in pain, almost falling to his knees as he placed his hand on the wall for support. Suddenly, he heard a loud bestial roar, and the pressure in his chest disappeared.
          The girl was already standing in front of her.
          "Where did you get that demon in your back?", she asked, furrowing her brows.
          "Wh-what?" He stammered, holding his chest as he exhaled. The constant constriction that he had felt for almost a week had gone as soon as the girl appeared in front of him!
          The girl said nothing for a moment, and Ren had a closer look at her. She was beautiful, deep black eyes and rosy cheeks framed by wildly swinging shoulder-length brown hair, but had an inscrutable air around her. A toned, spry figure peeked out from the rolled-up sleeves and pleated skirt of her uniform. Looking at her, Ren felt tiny and weak, like he was being stared at not by a girl but by a wild animal.
          "It ran away." She muttered, walking away. Ren stood there, stunned, gathering his bearings and trying to understand what had just happened.
          "Wait!" Ren shouted at her receding figure.
          "I-" He spoke, his voice reduced to a hoarse whisper, "I got it from one of the old buildings."  
          She stopped, looking back at him with interest.
          "Which building? Can you take me there?" She asked. Ren nodded, 
          "I can. But first, can you tell me what happened?" 


"Summon.. a.. Demon" and entered. I scrolled down, trying to find steps on how to summon a demon. As I scrolled down, its all about fiction stories about Summoning Demons, Training Demons. 
"Demons are fictitious being born out in  minds" I shake my thought off as I remember what my teacher told me. 
In this world, demon's are only a fictitious being that can be seen, be read in any means of media. 
It's ironic how people don't believe in demons but is interested on 
Demons don't exist, huh. 
I slapped my forehead with my hand, why did I even agreed with the deal? Looking upon the internet for how to summon a demon, maybe I would agree to what everyone says about me. 
Weird girl. 
I hovered my mouse on the lower part of the screen, it's already 11 pm on the evening. I closed all my windows tab and shut my laptop off, trying to find on how to summon a demon on the internet  isn't reliable at all. But tomorrow as a deadline is impossible, asking Basty for an extension isn't too hard to ask, I guess? 
I sighed and turn off my lamp on the side of the table. Tomorrow doesn't mean I'm defeated about the deal, why I'm thinking so hard about this? 
Why I do believe that demons co-exist or cause destruction someday, a feeling? A guess? 
As Evren runs her mind though a lot of question, her eyes is about to shut and she doze herself to sleep. 
The a light seeped through Evren's eyes, she groan and slowly sits up. Yawning and rubbing her eyes, she looked at the time. Her eyes widened. 
"Oh no!" she quickly stood up and wash her face. She frantically grabbed her uniform and her black knapsack bag, she quickly changed her uniform and check her phone, textbooks—all the things she need on her class in a hasty state. 
"Being late isn't always new to me but being late again… my grades will be deducted" Evren worriedly said to herself and sighed, defeated. 
She hurriedly went downstairs and put on her socks as she went to the kitchen to look for a food to eat. I may be smart but I don't fit what the society called as a smart student. 
Responsible, always early and always prepared. 
I'm just smart but in a lazy way. 
I quickly locked my door and put my keys on my pocket. I looked at my watched as I walked, I already missed two period of classes. I sighed defeatedly, I just can't fly my way to my class. 

 
The bright sun that shines upon clear skies doesn't match the situation as Evren arrived at school. Lot of students cried, few teachers has bruised and some were injured. Evren looked around, lot of reporters, journalist came in and film what happened on the school. Paramedics, police and investigators were on the school ground, documenting and talking what might be the cause. 
"Are you a student here?" an man asked, wearing a beige trench coat. Evren nodded, looking at the school. 
"What happened?" Evren asked. "I was running late and.." 
"Consider yourself lucky, kid.  Few of us were still investigating of what happened. The incident happened approximately 8: 00 in the morning. As what we got on the interview, there was a sudden rumbling that they have felt on the ground. They thought it was an earthquake but the rumbling of the ground only felt at that area" the man said as he point at the part of the school building that has a lot of damaged. "And everything went to a domino-effect in our perspective" 
"Being late is a bliss" he said and walked towards the other investigators, leaving Evren behind. Evren looked at few students and teachers came out with a guidance of police. Paramedics were busy treating other students, Evren head towards the school. 
"Hey, kid. Restricted Zone" a police said, blocking her way. "But Sir.. I.." 
"You ran late to school?" 
Evren nodded. 
"Kid, few of the investigators are trying to find what happened, what cause of this sudden destruction of the school." The police said as he looked at the investigators on the school ground, discussing and documenting. 
"As of now, please cooperate and go home for safety, kid" the police said, concerned. Evren looked at the school building, the part where it's broken down is where her occult club room is in. She looked at the other part of the school, it's broken down but only has few damage. 
What really did happened?

Being provoked by a co-member of an occult club, Evren, a smart student that believes in demons never thought to conspire with a demon beast after accidentally opening the portal of hell. Upon eradicating supernatural event, they met Invidia—a demon beast of Envy. Will they succeeded of eradicating evil on the world or they’ll be defeated as they encounter each Forces of Hell Demon Beast and others?

the photo used in the cover is not mine
credits to the owner/artist

Happy Halloween!
[A/N: This is an AU, so there will be certain things that work differently than they do in the canon of the Grand Order of Destiny. For example, most machines in Chaldea need to be operated manually or at least need to be monitored by a team, however, in this Chaldea the vast majority of systems work automatically, requiring only minimal external intervention beyond the initial input.]
[ A/N 2: Depending on the reaction of the readers, I may or may not continue this story.]
[A/N 3: you think you saw something that shouldn't work, or that is simply against the Fate / Grand Order plot, remember that this is an AU and that there is a good chance that it will be an intentional change, and this can be explained later.
These changes can be a turning point in the story or simply a side effect because of the change in the plot.]
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I woke up with the feeling of hard and cold ground on my face, dizzy with ears ringing, I felt a twinge of pain in my head accompanied by the hot and somewhat sticky sensation in the back of my head,
I pressed my hand against it, feeling something like liquid, and brought my palm to my face.
My eyes widen slightly with dark crimson blood, my blood dripping.
with shabby legs I get up and look around, then I realize that I am in a place I did not recognize.
Looking a little further, I came to the conclusion that I was in what was probably an infirmary, but ... the place was completely destroyed as if a hurricane was going through there, stretchers, curtains, and medical instruments were scattered everywhere, completely ruined. She could also see some exposed wires that were sparking, indicating a possible fire.
But in the front there was a huge hole in the wall that led to a poorly lit corridor, the debris on the floor next to that wall indicated a possible explosion, she deduced from the angle of her vision that the force of the explosion had pushed it to the other side of the room towards the opposite wall, this explained injury to his head as well as the loss of his memories.
Leaning on the wall, she looks to the side and realizes that there was a huge window overlooking an isolated region, with snow that went beyond her field of vision at a distance she could distinguish contours from what should be mountains.
There was a snowstorm outside, she felt lucky because it could very well have been thrown through it when she heard the explosion. If the glass doesn't kill itself then the storm would have.
It was then that she saw her reflection.
Upon a more detailed inspection of myself I find in the woven pocket of the lab coat that I was wearing a badge with a strange symbol, declaring myself as a 'Chief Nurse' of a 'Chaldean Security Organization', that name alone sent signs of alert in my head, yeah I didn't know why.
Another thing that made me uncomfortable was the name described in the identity because that name gave me an ambiguous feeling as if it both belonged to me and not.
Kishinami Hakuno ...
Now things are officially getting weird.
Mine was awakened from my deep reflection by a sharp pain in my head, reminding me that I was still hurt.
Searching the place a little more, I found the items needed to perform first aid, and after treating my wound I decide to leave the infirmary because I saw no sense in staying there.
Passing through the hole I find myself in a long, futuristic-looking corridor. On the wall opposite the room I just left, there is a symbol identical to the one on my badge
That's when I realized I was completely silent.
There was no one in sight...
So I came to a terrible conclusion ...
Where is the team?
.....
During my search, I noticed 4 things after walking for 20 minutes.
The first was that the infirmary was not the only place destroyed.
The second was that this place was much bigger than I thought.
The third was that I was the only survivor of the explosion.
The fourth and that there was a lot that my body could take.
The sight of the victims' bodies in the debris was too much for me, the sight of the first body crushed by the rubble was enough to make me vomit.
After leaving this one, I look for survivors.
But...
I only found other bodies and each one was worse than the other.
Day 1 :
After what seemed like hours of searching, I was unable to find any survivors, so I decided to do three things. The first would be to locate the bodies and provide adequate assistance to the victims.
The second would be to find out more about the installation I was in, and why it was so important.
The last one was about writing everything in a diary.
The reason for this is twofold: the first is to not forget anything important and the second is to make sure I am not going crazy.
Someone has to doubt his mind after finding himself in an abandoned facility in the middle of nowhere, after all.
To summarize after getting my bearings and leaving the place I was, I looked for survivors for a large part of the facility, using a floor plan I found to prioritize the places I thought I was most likely to meet other people.
Facilitated by the pleasant revelation that my badge seems to grant me access to all the doors I have tried to enter so far.
This was due to the fact that the system recognized me as the only one with the highest position.
It was because of this that I discovered that the wristband I used had a GPS and vital signs detector.
It was also how I discovered that more than 200 of these bracelets were offline.
After not having been successful with this for several hours, I tried to do a brief survey of the places I thought I would need most to support myself and find out information about that place.
In addition, the medical box (or as it is called when it is part of a research center), which I found was one of the five existing in Chaldea, and mine was the closest to one of the canteens. from what I discovered there was a canteen, as well as a large kitchen and storage room with a wide variety of foods.
They had also stocked up on medical supplies, equipment, and books.
Although not many of the supplies are recognized, I knew that my chance of survival had increased so I just had to be cautious about using these supplies.
This would also include, in retrospect, Amazon foods.
Many servers and console rooms are scattered throughout the building. They seem to operate the facility, to provide an IT infrastructure that many research institutes would undoubtedly be envious of.
The last important thing I discovered was a library that seems to be divided into several parts, depending on the purpose of the books.
There is a General section, which appears to contain books detailing general knowledge that you could find anywhere, literature from antiquity to the present day, as well as any books that did not fit into the other sections.
The technical section has several topics ranging from "basic user knowledge" to "system administrator" and "latest IT research".
This section is the one that I had the most difficulty understanding, the more I needed to learn since the installation was in urgent need of maintenance and I was the only one to have to do this.
The research section is probably the most cohesive, as it appears to be comprised of books from all types of research fields that are practiced here, from mathematics to biology, and more.
The last section, however, is the one that got me thinking.
Magecraft. This section may be the largest here and, in fact, it seems to contain books that talk about all the ways of the occult and the supernatural. My first reaction was to assume that someone had a little fun and renamed their Fiction section; however, the General section also appears to contain a good number of works of fiction.
I also looked at several books, all of which were academic in tone, as if they were actually written with the assumption that the reader will study and research them, lacking any narrative that would be expected in fiction.
I was very tempted to take a closer look at this section, but I realized that there was a lot to be done and that I also needed to research the rest of the installation, so for now I would not move this section. After all, books will not leave here.
With that in mind and knowing my obligations, I prepared a list with 5 objectives.
1 ° Search for the installation.
2 ° Study the manuals.
3 ° Perform maintenance.
4 ° Discover Chaldea's objective.
5 ° Find out more about Magecraft.
After writing these goals, I went out to continue my research and found that the elevator was still working but was unable to open the doors on some floors. I believe that some rubble would block the doors, many rooms and rooms in this immense building focus on all kinds of strange research.
I just took a quick look at them, I felt that I would be at great risk if I got too close, in addition, some of this research was extremely unethical.
Reminder: get rid of the contents of rooms 226,281 and 356.
Reminder 2: Wear armor and a flamethrower in room 356, I don't know what that thing was, but I believe it's alive ... I can still feel youreyes in my direction.
After running back to the room that belonged to me, I decided to stay there and after taking care of my injuries, and before I know it I fell asleep.

I created a space to post some excerpts and ideas for some possible stories, I hope you like it.

The Occult Research Club's room was bathed by the light of multiple candles. The old building could be called ruins before the intervention of the Gremory workers, who restored it but kept the old vibe, figuring out it would be fitting for the cover their young mistress was using to recruit peerage members. The curtains were always closed, as devils were somewhat weakened by light. It wasn't necessarily dangerous, but it always gave them an uncomfortable feeling, one that Deo never felt due to his special race. 

The atmosphere inside the club's room was perfect for the popular occult activities. Obviously, since most didn't believe in the supernatural, they wondered what was the use of such a club and why it even got accepted in the first place, but no clear response was ever given to them. The fact that the two great beauties of Kuoh Academy were in this club might have explained why those people never tried to uncover the truth. The English teacher for the 1st-years, Mr Aellias being the advisor for the club also hushed some of the rumours about the utility of the club because of his popularity among the female students that were overwhelming in number compared to the male students, although it created a different kind of rumours. 

Kuoh Academy became mixed ever since the renovation and upgrade of their buildings. Rias and Sona simply didn't want to miss on possible peerage members. Thus, Kuoh Academy was considered a heaven for the young male population of Kuoh, although that dream quickly stopped when they realized the harsh requirement in order to enter the school. 

Akeno stepped into the main room of the Occult Research Club, a plate with one teacup on top of it in her hand. She delicately laid down the plate onto the president's desk. " Rias, no sugar as usual? " asked Akeno. Although Rias was called President by her peerage members, only Akeno had the privilege to call her by her name in private. 

" Yes, thank you Akeno. " said Rias without lifting her eyes off the file she had in hands.

" Ara ara Rias, still so preoccupied with Mr Aellias? " said Akeno. She smiled wryly at Rias, knowing that she was probably invested as much as her King in the man, " Still nothing on him or his background? "

Rias sighed, " Well, his background is clean, albeit there are a few inconsistencies that suggest contact with the supernatural world, but it doesn't tell me what kind of contact. " The Gremory heiress asked her family to run a background check on her English teacher, and she received surprising results. Technically nothing was out of order, but pictures of him prior to his arrival in Japan suggested otherwise. After all, nobody grows from 1,86 meter tall to 2,25 meters tall in a matter of months normally. His body has changed considerably and was it not for the few similitudes on his face, she probably would have to say that they were two completely different people. " This kind of change suggests the awakening of either a hero bloodline or awakening of a Sacred Gear, but alas we didn't manage to verify either of them and nothing Mr Aellias does seems unnatural either. "

Akeno was still standing behind her King, the training with the Silver-haired Queen of her King's brother deeply ingrained in her. " There has to be something, that men simply isn't normal, everyone knows it, even regular humans. Though if I may say, whether or not he has something doesn't make any less worthy of being in our family. " said the Gremory queen, blushing a bit. 

Rias put down the file she had on Deo, and read out loud one more time what was written on it, " Deo Aellias, place of birth unknown, orphan, grew up in an orphanage in Lichfield, displayed impressive competence in foreign languages ever since young, sponsored by the orphanage to pursue his studies. Got a job offer from Kuoh Academy and accepted. 2,25 meters tall, weight unknown, Greek origins, a possible descendant of Hercules. " The Gremory heiress sighed and made her last rook piece appear in her hand. " You're right, whether or not he has some sort of power, I'll make sure he becomes mine. " 

Akeno smiled a bit teasingly, knowing fully well that becoming her King's rook was definitely not the only way in which Rias wanted to make him hers. 

" Akeno, I think our team's training has resumed and we must not trail behind. " said Rias, standing up from her chair, not acknowledging her queen's smile. 
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It has been a few months since the start of school, and thanks to my training, I have made great progress towards my objectives. Creating for yourself deadlines is a great tool to improve and have clear objectives. As I was thinking of what would be the ideal way to grow stronger, I was currently lifting a bar of what looked like iron. Obviously, with the Hanma bloodline and the Nord body, I already had surpassed the limits of normal humans a while ago, without using my devil side. The bar was made of a special ore only found in the Underworld. If I dropped it on the ground carelessly, it would create the impression of an earthquake for the surroundings. 

I realized that teleportation and charm were natural skills of a devil because they appeared automatically in my status when I used Devil Apparition for the first time, making my bat-like wings and tail appear. With it, once I got the skill to level 3, I could teleport to other planes. The only reason why I couldn't go to Asgard, for example, was because of the protection, there was no protection in the Underworld for a devil, so I simply toured the equivalent of Japan in the Underworld a bit. I learned a bit about the devil culture and the beast that were present in the Underworld. I obviously hid my face just in case and managed to level up thanks to the demonic beasts present everywhere. 

It was a great boon for me since not only I had to share the number of stray devils in the city with both the Gremory and the Sitri group, but I also had to be discreet about it and end the fights quickly. Most of the strays in the area were extremely weak, and they were also rare, so I simply couldn't farm decently. Even if the demonic beasts were weak and didn't give me a lot of experience, it was a better trade than killing stray devils. 

Gently deposing the bar of devil iron, I opened my status.

Name: Deo Aellias
Race: Nordic Devilish Hanma 
Age: 22 years old
Title: None
Job: Martial Artist (87)
Job Available: Apprentice Devil Slayer, Pyromancer, Great Mage, Apprentice Soul Warrior
Level: 3
Job History: Jobless, Apprentice Devilish Mage, Mage
Passive skills:
 - Hanma Body: Level 1
 - Devil Mana Manipulation: Level 4 (NEW!) 
 - Aura Manipulation: Level 2 (NEW!)
 - Frost Immunity: Level 5
 - Ki Manipulation: Level 6 (NEW!)
 - Longevity: Level 10
 - Fire Manipulation: Level 1 (NEW!)
 - Enlarged Mana Pool: Level 1 (NEW!)
 - Devil's Charm: Level 2 (NEW!)
Active skills:
 - Battle Cry: Level 1
 - Devil Apparition: Level 1
 - Ki Reinforcement: Level 2 (NEW!)
 - Aura Concealment: Level 6 (NEW!)
 - Concealment Barrier: Level 3 (NEW!)
 - Superior Martial Arts: Level 7 (NEW!)
 - Yvherd Aeos: Level 1 (NEW!)
 - Svkeryh Aeos: Level 1 (NEW!)
 - School of Destruction: Level 1 (NEW!)
 - Teleportation: Level 4 (New!) 

Although a few things surprised me, I still managed to surpass my estimates in terms of skill growth, which was a good thing since the class growth was lacking. During a fight against a problematic stray that had fire magic, I understood why my life force was represented by fire, as I tried to manipulate his own fire against him and managed to do so with surprising ease. After that, I tried to convert my mana to fire and create basic spells often seen in fiction. Instead of the various skills appearing, the School of Destruction skill appeared, definitely because of my Nordic lineage. It didn't register the growth of individual spells, but it cleared up my status so it was good in the end. 

I was able to skip the Apprentice Martial Artist class due to my rapid growth in the subject, shown by the level 7 Superior Martial Arts skill. The two Aeos skills were supposedly linked to my Sacred Gear, I couldn't see why they would appear otherwise, and when I activated them, except having my tattoos emit some sort of black light, nothing I could notice change. Without further experimentation, I didn't make any advancement in figuring out my Sacred Gear. 

Overall, my level and classes didn't represent my actual power level due to my skills, and I would have loved it if it weren't for the fact that I can't find decent opponents without exposing myself. I wouldn't keep this appearance for long from the devils, but for my plans, I still needed to play this persona a bit longer. Plus, I was far from being able to kill Riser yet, which would be my first step into this world. 

There was another subject in which I progressed quite a bit, my relationship with the Gremory group, mainly Rias. I decided to take the seduction route because of my initial approach of the devils in Kuoh Academy, but over time I found myself more and more drawn to her. She was not as easy as I would expect a 16-year-old highschool girl to be, but that only compelled me to try harder. The fragment of normal humanity left in me stopped being reluctant of doing so when I realized that she was far more mature than her fellow students, even among the devils. Although that begged the question of why was she portrayed in the show in such a manner if she was actually mature, or why she never trained to defeat Riser. 

Though there were some moments that made me notice she still was young and green in terms of relationship, especially when we were alone together, it was still fun to be around her. What I took as an easy way to start making my way to the top of this world became something I greatly enjoyed doing. We still had to maintain a proper image as teacher and student, so even if some rumours flew around, there was nothing consequential to them. 

My victory over Riser would be used as the main point to make her take my relationship with her as paramount because since I didn't intend to take over her whole peerage, I needed her to leave them alone for a while and travel with me to other worlds, although we could always come back here later. The battle royale I was partaking in should be first in priority if I wanted to make a good peerage.

Considering her attachment to her servants, this was hard to do so, but slowly I was able to make her see things differently. Although I didn't outright say these things to her, I sometimes turned the conversation to these kinds of subjects, that without proper context of her situation sounded like philosophy. 

My biggest achievement was to make her train with her peerage. She understood the need to rely on one's own effort to succeed in life, no matter what kind of privilege you were born with, if you didn't utilize them correctly, then you didn't deserve them. This was something I believed in and applied perfectly to her situation, and ever since I could sense each of her peerage member and especially herself grow stronger each day. 

Despite the fact that I had a cold sweat when Rias suggested that her brother wanted to meet me to thank me for the life-saving advice I gave her and that I had to find an excuse to decline the offer since I knew that my concealment would go down the drain if I were to meet Sirzechs, I still managed to influence her in a direction that would lead to where I wanted her to be. 

Complete subtle manipulation I admit it, but she would be a better person at the end. In fact, those kinds of things should have been told to her by her family already, considering that they were devils that could go to war at any moment, but they apparently didn't. While I understood that they wanted her to be raised far from war and conflict, they didn't realize that they did her a great disservice. 

Getting out of my shower thoughts, and my shower, I sensed the presence of a stray nearby. Quickly dressing in my devil hunter clothes, I sped towards my next food for growth.

A Random Omnipotent Being is bored with the way things go. All of his brethren reincarnate inferior beings with powers of their choosing in hope of quenching their boredom, but those don't last long. 

If the entertainment is only temporary, then why not maximize it?

100 inferior beings cruelly taken away from their friends and family, all to participate in a deathmatch, with only one standing in the end. 

All Deo wanted was to get laid god-damn it!

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https://www.deviantart.com/sakimichan/art/Rias-Gremory-716788383

Discord: https://discord.gg/4vWqZuT

Adrian and Joe finally arrived in the archive. In Adrian's perspective, the archive is just an empty room with futuristic lights inside. The others are still not as warm in terms of reception towards Adrian, but he did not care. All he needed to do is participate and do his job.
Joe then tapped the wall and a tablet emerged. He turned on the tablet and started to search for something. Adrian wanted to look as he was curious but decided to subdue his curiosity with the gazes he is receiving.
"Why are we here anyways?" Esme asked as she could not bear the silence any longer.
"Sorry about that. I got carried away in browsing that I forgot to greet all of you when you arrived." Joe stated as he faced the wall. He touched the screen on the tablet and numerous images are then projected on the empty wall.
The projected images all have one thing similar as it is about books. The projected images are all bout the Books of the Dead mentioned all throughout history. Even the slight mentions of books that could raise the dead were being projected.
"We are here because Adrian managed to deduce that the one responsible for the outbreak of Deviant criminals is using a book that can release evil spirits." Joe stated and Adrian did not show a reaction to the stares of the others.
"You are welcome by the way." Adrian commented as he looked at the things shown.
"In the entire human history, there have been accounts in ancient texts and passed down stories of books that contain the power to defy death. In ancient Egypt, a book of the dead is said to be recorded and it entails several ceremonies for the deceased.
In Japan, there is also the famous Book of Yama which has the fates of individuals dictated in it. Even popular culture has something like the Necronomicon that has spells that could raise the dead. In essence, it has been said in all timelines that a book or codex that can control the dead is present. After all, fact is stranger than fiction." Joe deliberated.
"So, you are saying that these mythical items are real. I mean, you cannot expect us to believe that. We all know that stories that pertains to mythical creatures are just fairy tales made to scare children." Esme rebuked.
"You people have yet to meet a mythical creature then. You probably cannot see them because your spiritual eye has yet to awaken. I thought the telekinetic girl has unlocked it, but it seems her Esper abilities comes from somewhere else." Adrian commented as he feels like he is the only one among the bunch that could see the supernatural.
"That is why Adrian has to come with you in order to see if the Deviant is possessed. Whiz, you must check all surveillance of a person carrying a book in the area where the incidents happen. The others will have to look more into Books of the Dead.
Esme will be with Jihan while Adrian will team up with Dustan. Esme and Jihan will go to Egypt while Dustan and Adrian will go to Japan. Sofia will brief Esme's team while I will brief Dustan's team." Joe stated.
"But he has yet to get trained! Why is he already getting issued in a mission?!" Esme stated as he pointed to Adrian.
"I second that motion." Dustan added.
"The mission this time does not involve fighting but more of collecting information. Whiz will be collecting information in the web while you guys will interview locals. Some stories are not put on the internet but only gets passed through word of mouth." Joe stated in a serious tone as Esme wanted to question his decision again.
"If you say so. I thought we were going to fight but if it is just collecting information then I am fine with your decision." Dustan stated much to Esme's dismay.
Adrian looked at Esme and then at Dustan. Adrian unknowingly smiled because the emotions he felt emanating from her could only be describe as affection. It seems that Esme likes Dustan, but the latter could not be bothered.
"Should I act as the cupid? Never mind. The last time I did that it did not end happily for both parties. The other party does not seem like he is interested anyway." Adrian thought as he went to Joe.
"The two of you will be going to Japan to know more about the Book of Yama. Adrian will be more of a detector while Dustan will be your guard just in case. Learn to behave." Joe stated.
"I will, Joe." Dustan replied.
"I am not talking about you as I know that you will be in your best behavior. I am talking about your partner for this operation." Joe stated as he stared at Adrian.
 "You make it seem like the bad guy here. You need to worry about yourselves more. The opponents are basically evil spirits that have feasted on negative emotions for hundreds of years. Let us just hope that whoever is doing this does not awaken one that has feasted on thousands of years." Adrian stated.
"And how do you know so much about evil spirits?" Dustan asked as he became curious of the new guy knowing so much.
"That is because I am an a…" Adrian is about to finish but got cut off by Joe.
"Avid follower of the occult. You know about the people of Southeast Asian with their beliefs. He was also helped by a witch doctor when he was young, so he had his fair share of experience with evil spirits and the like. Why don't you get prepared for the mission, Dustan? I will just explain the rules to Adrian." Joe stated in a rather panicked tone.
"Okay. I will go to the armory then." Dustan replied as he walked out of the room.
"Are you crazy?!" Joe stated telepathically to Adrian.
"Oh! I thought you lost your powers." Adrian sneered.

What would you do when all the stories that you were told as a kid were true? 

What would you also do when you suddenly wake up after a coma and find yourself being able to sense things that are not there?

What would you do when your world crumbles in the blink of an eye?

Adrian, after suffering all the misfortunes in life, finds himself in a strange situation where he is injected with something. They have awoken something in him. Something ancient.

 In a world where only those with gods, demons, supernatural beings and old ones wrestle for power, what would he do? Will his destiny carry him or will he make his own?

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