Chapter 119 : You're playing with him?

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"Don't finish that sentence. It's rude to speak about other's laundry, even thought this is all within family."

What?

Be quiet, I need to focus on this.

You're playing with him? Who are you?

Once again, I was greeted with silence as the battle intensified more and more.

Sparks erupted as the lightsaber clashed with a Dark-colored spear created by Rizevim.

The Super-Devil proved to be proficient with the bladed weapon, but my 'possession' seemed to be masterful in swordsmanship too.

I felt dread as I saw one of the latest clashes end with the horrible sight of the trusty blade that I had been using for some time now getting annihilated by the clearly-stronger blade.

"Ah, I got you!"

"Not truly," 'I' retorted politely, diving down and dodging a wild swing in my general direction.

I felt something getting pulled out of my pockets and carefully nestled in my right hand.

A punch slammed onto Rizevim's face, but while the attack offered no damage on the untouched visage, it successfully managed to pull of quite the trick.

The Super-Devil smiled at the lack of pain, but he swiftly regretted it when he noticed that his mouth had been filled with the saber's former batteries.

A powerful explosion ensued, and I rolled away from the blast much to my relief and constant pain at getting more stress put on my aching.

There was some silence, then a chuckle. I would've frowned at the situation, but my current face sported nothing else but an impassive scowl directed at the barely damaged Rizevim.

He looked so much drained too, but he was far from being dangerously close to death.

The man merely smiled, slowly tumbling backward and towards the edge of the building.

"This is so going on my favorite blog," He chuckled happily, his now-regenerated arms spreading fully at his own words. "The world is sure not ready-"

He finally tripped off the edge, but he fell right onto a magical seal he had created.

"For the king is back, baby!"

A blinding light followed as the seal entered in action and… I fell on my knees.

Finally I could feel the strain and… I was back in control. I breathed with a raspy pace, my stare directed at the ground as I assessed the situation.

What the fuck was that?

…

Hello? I know that you're still here!

…

You son of a-

"Papa!"

My irritation dimmed as I was assaulted by an adorable headbutt. Kimiko was back on my shirt, but instead of her strong or happy self, I saw tears flowing from her big eyes.

"Kimi..."

I couldn't finish that sentence, my throat too exhausted to let out too much of a gurgled noise.

The little Sprite Dragon tried to keep me awake and I could feel through the numbing cold that she was trying so by biting my chin under the mask.

My ears caught some muffled footsteps approaching and I could barely recognize the figures crouching down beside me.

"He is still-"

"Ingvild, the mask."

I felt someone panicking over the cover, but I was too drained to worry about it. Soon I was able to look properly at the two women, with the youngest close to tears herself as she carefully started to filter out her energy in a healing spell.

It wasn't much, but I could feel the inner bleeding stabilizing a little at the warmth sensation.

"He-Heki-"

"I'm… fine."

"You're not," Tiamat rebuked quietly. "You shouldn't talk."

I snorted. I really didn't have much of a choice in that matter.

Carefully looking away from the two, I returned back to Kimiko. The Sprite Dragon had taken to lie on her belly right by my neck, nuzzling closely while chirping with a frightened tone.

I carefully lifted my right hand and started to carefully rub at her nose. She pressed on the fingers, nuzzling those too and I felt my consciousness waver even more.

Truly a crappy situation to be subjected to.

I was tired. And hungry. I think I was bleeding a lot and… my eyesight was getting more and more blurry the more time passed.

Ingvild was constantly asking me to keep awake, to not shut my eyes even for once.

I held as much as I could and… finally the cavalry arrived.

Someone landed right on the roof, and I noticed the familiar mug of a certain Fallen Angel glancing at me as he approached towards us.

He glanced around, eyeing the unconscious but alive forms of both Kurenai and Sougyoku, but he ultimately settled his gaze upon me.

"Lo and behold, you survived an encounter with Lucifer's eldest son. How are you doing, Hekishoku-chan?"

I frowned at Azazel, the man handing a familiar small vial at the young Leviathan.

I downed the content of the phoenix's tear down without hesitation and I felt my body recover from the deadly conditions I had suffered at that point… except that my mind was still drained.

"You're out of danger zone. I suggest you get some rest now since you and your buddies will get some report-signing once we're done cleaning up,"

The leader of Grigori stated, he turned around ready to leave… but then paused to glance once more at me.

"By the way, you held your ground with Rizevim- that's not a simple deed. Perhaps I will consider a promotion or two."

I gave a solid nod and he smiled at me as I carefully fell asleep, true relief washing over me as I felt my mask finally returned onto my face by a relieved Ingvild.

I wonder what will happen from now on that things have taken such a strange turn.

But while I had expected a pleasant sleepless rest…

Someone had other plans waiting for me. It's about time for some tea after all~!

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