I, Necromancer Chapter 32 (Patreon)

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Lilith was… Not what I expected.

She is the First Woman, who stood against God and started a war against the Heavenly Host and the world as a whole.

The impression of her I had in my mind was that of an arrogant woman overflowing with anger.

Instead, I found a beauty with an immaculate control over her emotions. Calm, collected, and void of the immense anger I thought would be staining her very presence.

Perhaps she and Yah had a talk. Or perhaps all these years dulled her edge. I don't know, but all I see is a woman that is… Satisfied.

I found her watching Fleurdelys' army training with the Undead I had left under her control for support. The towering Jianqshi wielding halberds moved fast, all holding knowledge of Lu Bu's terrible fighting style and brutish might.

Each of their blows made the air explode, and the soldiers were matching them blow for blow, sometimes even overwhelming them. The majority have long since surpassed the Ultimate Class, which is… Quite insane. But they do shine and grow a lot under pressure, after all.

I'll need to make stronger Jianqshi for them, else their growth will slow down.

Fleur stops, her shy gaze flicking to me, her hand squeezing mine as I smile at her. Seeing this side of her is nice, as she looks so absurdly beautiful.

She flushes deeper under my gaze, before swiftly coughing into her fist, "A-Auntie!" She calls out, and the Mother of Devils turns after perking up, a radiant smile on her face.

Blood-colored hair and dress sway, glowing eyes of the same shade flicking from Fleurdelys to me, gaze sharpening and sweeping over me within moments.

"A-auntie, this is Scaith, my l-lover!" Did I have a big, goofy grin on my face? I probably did, seeing how Fleur was shoving me back and forth with a huge, flushed pout on her face.

Lilith studies me quietly, before sniffing, "I already like you, Necromancer." The woman states, surprising both me and Fleur, "You've show me a new, adorable side of my sweet girl. I approve."

"A-Auntie!"

"Now, as for grand-children… When can I expect some?"

"Auntie!"

I shrug, "The temptation is strong, I shall openly admit that." Fleur squeaks, slapping my shoulder, "I mean, look at her, ma'am." Lilith nods sagely, arms crossing below her bust, smile on her face.

She turns then, gazing at the valley where the army was training. This was also their way to rest, as they'll likely move out to assist with the Beast Tide soon.

My main army, led by Mugen, was growing and spreading, drawing as much attention as they could handle so to lessen the load on all the others, but it'll take a while before it'll become noticeable.

Still, the numbers have long since gone past the ten billions, which is… Well, insane. If it weren't for Ophis' blood, then I would never be able to handle and feed such a gargantuan army.

And they are still growing, faster and faster. Though I can probably make that even faster if I put my mind to it- Alas, I promised I'll take a rest, so that I will do.

Plus, the Sephiroth Graal still hasn't recovered. I fear that I nearly destroyed it, in fact. Which is fair, as I pushed the Principles of Life and Death to the very limit.

"Your Undead are fine warriors, and even finer creations." Lilith praises, which is quite high praise, considering she is the woman that gave birth to a species of Bio-engineered Super Weapons.

"I'm still learning." I state after a moment, my gaze sweeping past my countless Jianqshi, and seeing faults and ways to improve them over and over again, "I still have much room for growth." And that I love.

Lilith harrumphs softly, "Good. That means you won't need to be left behind." She turns, holding my gaze, "Push ahead, as much as you can. This girl of mine is quite competitive, after all. The more you grow, the more she will grow too."

I tilt my head, offering Fleur a grin as I squeeze her hand, "Guess you'll have to slay a being on par with The Wanderer too, eh?" She laughs softly, but I can see that fire burn in her eyes, and that eager grin on her face that is oh so stupidly sexy.

"Plus, I can see that your appetite isn't so… Little." Lilith spoke, giving me an approving stare that confused me a bit. "I can feel the budding Divinity rising with you, Necromancer. You are working towards your Apotheosis, are you not?"

I blink at that, confusion giving way to surprise. Divinity. So that's the new power I feel rising inside me, growing at a very microscopic rate and slowly changing me.

"Huh… I guess my main army has started on the process while I was asleep." Mugen likely saw it fit to abuse the numbers of the Beast Horde. That guy is always very reliable.

Speaking of my Apotheosis…

[Gather (137'456'678/1'000'000'000) tithes!]

[Gather (2'341'220/1'000'000'000) prayers from your Undead servants!]

Huh, far higher than what I expected. The numbers visibly go up before me, a few dozens at a time for the Tithes and far slower for the prayers, likely because I don't have as many Priests.

The fact that I don't have a Divinity related Skill like with Qi means that it isn't set in stone yet, hence why I cannot wield it and my attempts have failed. I suspect I'll gain the Skill once I advance in my Class, becoming some form of Demi-God.

This might mean that I only have two Classes left? Maybe three, at most, if there is a Level above Godhood.

"Quite ambitious." Lilith muses, gaze unreadable, "Aren't you afraid you might be biting more than you could possibly ever chew?"

I smile. It wasn't an arrogant smile, just a normal one. "I had the gall to change the way Life and Death worked. This little bit won't be enough to stop me." I'm pretty sure my words just made Fleurdelys wet, with the way she is staring at me in a way that make my hips ache.

Lilith grins at my words, wide and toothy and approving, "Yes, only someone like you may deserve my sweet girl." She nods in approval at Fleurdelys, who melts and shoots me bedroom eyes, much to my liking.

"Now, I have… Something else to ask you, Necromancer." The Mother of Devils starts, voice softening, gaze flicking towards the gauntlet or Fleurdelys' right hand, the base form of her Atlantis Blade, where the Soul of her mother resides, "Have you… Found him?"

By him, I know she is talking about Lucifer, the Morningstar himself. I look at Fleur, her own gaze soft, like I've never seen before. I've told her about having found that shard of his Soul when I went looking for God's own, but…

"He… Is inside the Sephiroth Graal." I reveal, and Lilith draws back, confusion covering her beautiful, nigh-immaculate face.

"The Graal that held Christ's blood?" She questions, and I nod, confusing even more, "Why would it even be inside that damnable thing?"

I share a glance with Fleurdelys, whose eyes fill with realization. This helps me put the timeline of events together, after all this time, "If I've pieced things together, then everything went like so… Fleurdelys falls victim to the Devil Sleeping Disease."

"Roughly five years later, you fall into a coma due to creating too many Devils without proper rest."

"Ten years after you fall comatose, Lady Leviathan follows Lucifer in a suicidal charge against God, which ends up successful due to them being weakened, and Lucifer using the Sephiroth Graal to target their very Soul."

I summon one of the dull, cracked cups into my grasp to stare at it, "I believe… I believe that Lucifer had desperately searched for the cup's wielder back then, and tried to use it to heal you and Fleurdelys both."

Lilith's eyes screw shut out of pure emotional agony, a shuddering breath leaving her lips, "But he couldn't use it properly, for the Principles of Life and Death drive one insane, so…"

"So instead he turned it upon God in the most barbaric way possible, believing that he had lost everything." I finish for the First Woman, glancing at the cup once more. "I saw him, inside it. Both him and Helel, in fact."

Lilith gasps softly, "W-What… What were they doing?"

I smile softly, "Screaming at each other. Arguing. It wasn't… Nice." Lilith and Fleur laugh softly at that, much to my surprise.

"That would have been a sight… I don't think I've ever seen him raise his voice." Lilith points out, voice fond and soft, eyes slightly red.

I squeeze the cracked cup in my palm for a moment, before offering it to her.

She takes it with both hands, holding it gently against her, eyes closed. Despite everything, she still deeply loves Lucifer.

"You can't bring him back, can you?"

I force a smile on my face, "I'm sorry." She shakes her head, while Fleur bites on her lower lip, hands balling up into trembling fists, "He… He detonated his Soul. What lingers within the Graal is but two fragments that cannot recover, and are just waiting to pass on."

I tried, in fact. Way before I healed God, I tried healing the shard of Lucifer's Soul I had found, but it couldn't be healed. There was nothing to repair, nothing to hold the energies I fed it and recover.

He had detonated his entire being just to bring God down.

"I see… Thank you." Lilith quietly returns the cracked, dull cup before grasping one of Fleurdelys' hands. I watch and let them walk in quiet mourning, sighing deeply at being unable to do more than this.

I return to the mansion after a bit, despite my desire to get to work. Not that I can't, since my Soul is still recovering and digesting the immense amounts of power I devoured.

And Gods, the feeling of my Soul being exhausted is not nice. Devouring the Soul of a nigh-primordial being was a very stupid idea. I'd do it again, though.

The home was lively, as everyone had returned from the battlefront the moment I had woken up. Most of them could afford to do it, after all.

Changli had grown an army of powerful beasts with Yi Xuan, and Tio could command them quite easily through her Clan Trait. They could support and assault the strongest problem, then move back to rest and leave the weaker monsters to the respective Faction they were assisting.

The majority of their force together with the Three-Headed Flood Dragon were with the Youkai, where the powerful beast had battled and slaughtered a Satan-Class monster not too long ago. That thing had grown massively since I resurrected it.

Yi Xuan was also a moving powerhouse, using the Soul-Beads I gifted her to created gargantuan Formations and Arrays that could move and follow her, and able to slaughtered anything within them with laughable ease.

Which… Fair. 'Tis quite hard to deal against a billion different powers being thrown at you, especially when the majority of them are meant to tie you down and weaken your… Everything.

Illusions, gravity, poisons, Soul attacks- You mention it, Yi Xuan can unleash it. The lecherous woman is insanely dangerous, and I removed the need for her to have time to create and set down Formations and Arrays.

She can do so anytime now.

Cantarella instead rarely needs to guard New Haven. We've made the way to it so impossibly hard to go through that the walls still have to be touched even once. Nothing has reached it from the ground, or from the skies.

Speak about having gone overboard…

Zani and Phrolova instead are nuclear warheads that need to be dropped only when needed. Zani has so much Time saved up that she could likely one-shot a Heavenly Dragon Class being while using just half of it.

Phrolova instead can do a bit of everything. Pull a 'String' and delete entire miles and anything within, or pull another 'String' to strengthen her allies. Euclid ended up creating a terrifyingly powerful Super Devil and couldn't even pull her on his side.

I drop on the couch with a grunt, rubbing at my temples for but a moment before I am instantly assailed. Zani claims my lap to nap, Tio lecherously rubs herself against my right side, and I'm pretty sure Yi Xuan tried to tug my pants off, the damn woman.

"I'm not gonna drop dead, ladies…" I grunt out despite the smile on my face, brushing my fingers through Tio's and Zani's hair, much to their delight. "My Soul is just exhausted, is all."

Cantarella hums softly, circling the couch and placing her hands on my shoulders. Her tough is soft and very welcomed as she starts the massage, "You had us all worried when Mugen came back with you passed out, Scaith. You should take better care of yourself."

Her words hit hard, and I feel it hit for the majority too. Tio squeezes me, Zani burrows deeper against me, Changli chews on her bottom lip in worry and Phrolova is trying to not fuss over me.

I sigh deeply, "I know, I'm sorry." A smile is thrown at them as I relax back, "But if I could go back, I'd do it all over again. It was something that I had to do. Something only I could do."

All those screaming, wailing Souls waited long enough. Death must not have a fucking queue. It must not be a century long wait-list. Something to be afraid of.

"But enough about me…" I shake my head and give the ladies the most charming smile I can muster, "Anything you ladies want to eat?"

"Are you on the menu?" Zani, Tio and Yi Xuan asked at the same time, much to no one's surprise.

"I'm the dessert." I scoff, making them sit up straight with visible hunger in their eyes. I'm fucking around with fire, I swear… "Now, anything before that?"

After all this stress, some enjoyment is a must, after all.

~XXX~

Michael didn't know what to do. His mind was blank. His heart felt like it was about to explode.

He watched, numb, as chaos filled several Heavenly Layers.

Heaven was… Full. Beyond full, even.

With the return of God, they had welcomed tens of millions of new children, born through the use of the enormous amounts of Faith gathered across the centuries.

But then, not too long ago… Tens of millions more Angels came back to life. The countless Angels and Fallen, returned to purity, that had fallen during the Great War.

So many faces he hadn't seen in so long. So many voices weeping in joy and relief when the last time he heard them was when they let out their final war cry and prayer.

Michael gulped, a heavy noise as his mind tried to process what was happening before him. It was just… Too good to be true.

Yes, God was going to recover the lost Souls in due time, but the majority of them were in areas contested by beasts and Gates, thus it would take time.

Or so they had thought.

Turning, Michael rests his gaze on the tall, exquisite form of Yah. She was staring ahead, golden gaze strangely void of any emotion, just looking at all of her children silently.

A hand rose, hovering over her wildly beating heart while the cries of joy, of love, of warmth of her children washed over her.

All of them returned. Whole, pure, safe, happy. Without a word, without a request, without an exchange. Just sent back home, like all others.

She couldn't take this. Her heart was really going to explode at this point. That man was truly, truly unfair.

Her gaze turned towards the Gates of Heaven, open yet holding a towering Cross in-between the gates.

The many, many Fallen Angels stood outside the Gates, waiting for their turn. At the front was Azazel, kneeling beneath the shadow of the cross, his black wings burning with immolating white flames.

His Grace was coming back. His wings were slowly turning a radiant and pure white once more. He would be stronger than ever too.

She hadn't given them a chance. Fallen Angels were a mistake of hers, thus she was going to rectify that mistake.

No more rules. No more division among her children. It was stupid of her to force it upon them since birth.

She had lost Helel, and that was more than enough losses for a lifetime.

She watched Azazel's wings burn, the process impossibly painful. Black smoke curled away from the flames, and she could see the way Azazel's eyes were dull, lost, as if he was reliving his memories, each sin he committed.

It was a slow process. Quite harsh too, but Yah didn't mind it. A little pain to gain back their Grace was the best option out of all the available ones.

Still, she'll have quite a bit of work to do. She had already changed and enhanced herself and all the other Angels with the framework of the Titan Angel that was used to bring her back to life. Having devoured its Soul to recover herself, she had studied their bodies and learned much.

It was why so many Angels looked like they had flaming wings.

"Michael." Her Archangel sits straight when she speaks, making her let out a soft, fond laugh that makes him relax and flush slightly, "I want you to take Gabriel and Raphael to help Scaith on the mission I will request from him."

Sending Michael might be overboard, but considering the Gates they were going to handle were going to be new and incredibly difficult, Yah had a feeling that it was the right thing to do.

Michael tilts his head curiously, "Will he accept, though?" Despite his question, they shared a smile, for they both knew the Necromancer quite well.

"Of course he will." Her hand rose to brush a strand of golden hair behind her ear.

She was aware that he had finally woken up, putting her heart at ease.

Should she visit? Or wait a day or two? Would it look weird if she visited so soon? Would it be mean if she waited a few days?

Gods, these matters were so confusing and new to her… Yet so exciting too!

Should she put on a nice dress too?

Choices, choices…

"Mother, Azazel is rolling and screaming on the ground…"

"Good. Let him scream."

She was thinking about something more important!

But wow, he was screaming quite loudly indeed...

….

I grunted hotly, my palms digging into that soft, large ass I was holding in the air as Tio screamed, nails digging into my back.

The hot water rained down our bodies from the shower overhead, her long legs wrapped around me tightly.

Her lips crashed against mine in a hungry and messy kiss, fingers curling through my long hair as I kept thrusting within her quivering, tight and hot depths, hitting that spot that kept making her breath hitch and eyes cross.

Hickeys and bite marks covered her neck and large, bouncing breasts from our time before the shower and with Zani, who is resting on the bed after I gave her lots of love. The lazy beauty deserves that and more.

I draw a palm back and swing it hard against Tio's meaty buttock, earning me a lovely squeal of pleasure from the Bune woman that loves being dominated.

"Done already, Tio?" I taunt hotly, grinning at the beauty in my arms, each of my thrusts making her cry oh so sweetly, "Just a few words, and you melt, eh?"

Tio moans lecherously, hands holding onto the back of my neck as she eagerly takes all of me and more, her disheveled appearance nearly sending me over the edge once more, "M-My Lord is unfaaaiirr~!" She moaned, drool seeping down her lips and chin, "T-Threatening to knock me up… W-What a beast!"

I chuckle deeply as I feel her clamp down and wrap her legs even tighter around me. Clearly she is quite into it. "And yet you refuse to let me go…" I grunt out, stepping forward to press her back against the glass of the shower, her excuse soon being drowned out by her moans growing louder and louder.

Her squeals reach their peak when I sheathe myself fully inside of her and cum, filling her even more as her legs straighten out and tremble as her own orgasm courses through her body.

She slumps against me soon after, sighing dreamily as I bring her back to the bedroom, placing her down beside Zani's sleeping and nude form.

I finish taking my shower right after, throw on a simple pair of clothes, and leave the room to… Wander. I hate being unable to work.

Luckily, I don't have to wander for long before a crimson-haired missile throws herself at me while I was distracted, "Scaith!" Rias cries, arms wrapping around my neck as I let out a startled laugh and manage to remain standing, wrapping my own arms around her to keep her steady, "I missed you so much!" My chuckle grows deeper as she pesters my face with kisses while kicking her legs. Man, I missed this gremlin.

I hug her close, feeling the sheer waves of power radiating from her form. She's grown a lot, even more than I could have imagined. She is likely close to reaching Serafall's previous level of power, in fact. "You've grown a lot, haven't you?"

She grins cheekily, releasing my neck with one hand to give me a victory sign, "Killed a Satan-Class monster with the help of Diehauser and Roygun just last week! You should see how much Akeno and the others have grown. Hell, Valerie is stronger than me due to how much blood she is drinking!"

Yeah, Dhampirs are terrifying. I imagine her and Gasper working together are terrifying on the battlefield, especially since both of them are incredibly talented.

I look down at Rias and raise an amused brow, the simple shirt she is wearing having several buttons undone, while her skirt is very, very short. I couldn't resist the attraction and grab a handful of that incredibly fat ass, drawing a pleased hum from Rias, "Hehe, dressed like this on purpose!" She winks, and I roll my eyes. I would have never guessed.

"Oh, but I bring words from brother and the others too!" She climbs up, making me hold her in a princess carry like the gremlin she is, while filling me in on what is happening on the Devil side of the battlefront.

Ajuka, changed and having ascended as some form of Buddha or… Something new, has started working and studying on the King Pieces.

He changed them quite quickly, turning them into large statues that empower everyone within their range. He mostly managed to do this after meeting Lilith and copying the effects her presence hold on Devil-kind.

Originally, the King Piece couldn't be used by those above Ultimate Class, as else the swell in power might make them blow up, as that Piece can enhance a Devil by a hundred times at most.

Albeit the power increase is massive, Ajuka made it so that they cannot be relied too much, as they also make one consume energy much faster. They are a resort that is activated when they need to push the beasts back in the shortest amount of time as possible.

Aside from that, they had invited me and the others to go out on a trip on Earth, just to relax and catch up now that I am awake, since we all deserve a bit of a break.

"Now, can we fuck?" I stare down at the gremlin batting her eyelashes at me with that innocent stare of hers that will fool no one.

I, of course, make a beeline for the closest room, earning me a cute "Yay!" from Rias. It is a good thing that this Lich Body doesn't really get 'tired'.

Our clothes hit the floor before the door slams shut, and Rias is upon me before we even reach the bed, her soft lips against mine and her tongue diving inside my mouth in a way that shows how hungry she has been for some alone time with me.

She only breaks the kiss to moan when I push her down and sheathe myself deep inside her, groaning at how tight and hot she feels. It's like a vice, and it feels incredible, "Fuck, I needed this…" Rias states, voice dreamy as she rolls her hips, forcing a grunt out of me.

I reach up, palming one of her large, swaying breasts as she grins, "Hope you've got a lot of energy saved up for me, big boy…" Her long legs rise and lock around me, "Because I want to be stuffed like a turkey."

Man, I am really starting to love being surrounded by hungry women…

~XXX~

The place Sirzechs and the others invited us to was an old mansion. Mainly the courtyard at the back, with an outside bar, a pool, a view of the ocean, and some table games strewn around.

Sirzechs was already there, drink in hand, wearing crimson swim trunks, and watching his son play around with his wife near the pool.

His smile grew when he took note of our approach, "Ah, finally here!" He raises his cup, smile quivering, "Someone uh… Already started, so…"

"A-And then I had to make So-Tan forget that I exist!" Serafall's ugly wail cuts the air, and we all look at the woman crying in Venelana's face. There was no glass in her hands, instead she dual-wielded two bottles of wine, her face flushed a deep red, her tears freezing and being used to cool her drink.

"An ugly crier drunk, huh?" I muse aloud, then duck with a yelp when a spear of ice threatens to take my skull off.

"Who the fuck you callin' an ugly crier, huh?! I'm sexy! I'm the sexiest Magical Girl in existence, ya hear!?" A pause, then a sniffle, "I am, right?! Right!?"

Fleurdelys just… Stares, "Who even gave her alcohol?" All fingers are instantly pointed towards a certain blood-haired woman laying down on a stretcher near the pool, and holding a large bottle of wine too.

Lilith turns and lowers her glasses when feeling all the gazes on her, "What? I raided my husband's stash. Felt it was right to share it." And leave us to deal with the consequences? Great.

Fleurdelys sighs and moves ahead, "I'll go deal with her. Probably." Zani and the other girls follow and part while I chuckle and shake my head, stopping beside Sirzechs.

I let my gaze flick around, before noticing that someone is missing, "Where's Ajuka?" I ask, and the Super Devil pauses, drink close to his mouth.

His head jerks back, eyes narrowed up at the skies, "He's on the Moon." I choke on air.

"I'm sorry- What?"

Sirzechs just sighs, smile fond and tired both, "He's… Changed. In a nice way. He looked up, went 'Oh, the Moon!' then disappeared, so..."

Jesus, he's become like a kid that can't stop touching anything it sees. That's hilarious.

"Hey, at least it doesn't look like he hates life anymore." We share a snort at that, and I couldn't help but look up at the full Moon above us.

Imagine just teleporting there for shits and giggles, what a guy…

Moving across the bar, I find Yah, Michael and the other Seraphs. I shiver at the intense gaze Yah throws my way, but I end up freezing when I see Gabriel.

She is swaying on her stool, eyes unfocused, face red, clearly drunk and giggling to herself, "Is she… Drunk?"

Michael's smile twitches, "Lilith spiked her orange juice." Why do I feel like the First Woman enjoys being a nuisance?

"Ooooh, hello Scaith!" Gabriel giggles, leaning back too far, forcing Raphael to stop her from falling off her stool, "What pretty eyes you have, hehehe! All sixteen of them! Wow!" Oh lord, so stupidly cute…

"So…" I start, my smile quite innocent, "Everything good back home?" I kinda did shove tens of millions of Souls into Heaven and brought them back to life, after all.

Yah just… Stares. "We will talk." She states after a while, voice calm and warm, "In private. At another, more opportune moment." ...Am I in danger?

I look at Michael. Michael whistles and looks away, damn traitor.

My finger pulls at the collar of my suit, "Alright?" Yah smiles. 'Tis a smile that sends shivers down my spine. The good kind.

The party, if it can even be called that, was calm. Fun. Relaxing- Well, at least when Serafall wasn't crying herself into dropping a sudden Ice Age on Earth or drinking herself under the table, only to come back up minutes later for another round and more tears.

"Scaith, dear…" Fleur voice reaches me as I lean back into my seat, enjoying a drunk Serafall ugly crying against a giggling drunk Gabriel who clearly doesn't understand anything or know in what reality she is. "What manner of machine is that?"

I follow my lover's finger, pointed towards a very familiar machine with a hanging punching glove, "Oh, been a while since I've seen a Punch Machine."

Fleur tilts her head curiously while leaning against me, "Punch Machine?"

I nod with a grin, "Basically, you punch the punching glove, and depending on how hard you punch it, it gives you a score." Though this one seems… Different. Bigger. And I can feel some magic from it.

Sirzechs, who was close by, perks up at that, "Oh, I had Ajuka make that." He points out, grin on his face, "Used it to… Well, humiliate my dad once or twice." Meaning that he could punch the thing and not atomize it.

Fleurdelys hums, then rises, gaze clearly interested, "How does one use this?"

The crimson-haired Devil just points, "Press that large red button. It'll make the punching glove come down for you to strike."

This ends up attracting the majority of everyone's attention, and I watch as Fleur makes the punching glove come down, before leaning her right side back.

Her right arm cuts through the air, a wide and vicious right hook that lands and shakes the machine with a muffled shock-wave. She steps back, smile on her lips, and the score on the machines rises and rises until it stops at roughly three-thousand and a half.

Then her smile twitches when other scores were shown, with hers getting just below the fifth rank, while the number one is over twelve-thousand.

Sirzechs hums, "I should see if I can raise my score even higher…" He moves his arm, "Hold my drink for me please, Scaith." Did he just hit me with 'Hold my beer'? This fuckin' guy…

Still, I watching swagger to the machines, cocky smile in place, with Rias letting out a "Bunker down!" Cry and jumping behind the bar with her peerage.

Sirzechs instead puts on a show, testing his arm swing, stopping just an inch from the punching bag. Millical cheers a "Break the thing, dad!", which instantly makes the Super Devil get series.

His shoulders tense, his posture lowers, he draws his arm so far back that it may as well come from out of state, and then punches the machines.

The whole damn thing rises ten inches off the ground, my hair flying through the air as a rush of gale winds are unleashed from Sirzechs' swing.

Then numbers rise in the thousands, going way past the twelve-thousand. The stopping just over the twenty-thousand.

Fleur scoffs despite the smile on her face, "I wasn't even trying."

Sirzechs cackles and waves at the machines, "Please, show off then-" A drunk Serafall walks past them.

She smashes the red button hard enough to make the machine tremble.

Ajuka looks up from his spot on the couch, eyes widening as Serafall, short as she is, draws her fist back and wraps it in a dense gauntlet of ice.

"Oh shit…" Hearing those words come from Ajuka is… Well, scary.

Serafall punches.

The machines goes a dozen meters up in the air while glacial winds crash over the surroundings, freezing every drink in the bar, the poor, and a good portion of the ocean.

Serafall turns as her numbers climb up, throwing her head back and downing two bottles at the same time, then smashing them on the ground when her score stops at over fifty-thousand.

"Get on my level, bitches!" She cries out, stumbling in place, hiccuping and throwing a middle finger Sirzechs way, "Ugh, I need to cool down…" Then she moves towards the pool.

"Uh… The pool is frozen-" Serafall jumps. She smacks starfish style into the frozen pool, then slowly slides along the ice.

She doesn't move. No noise comes from her.

Then, a sniffle.

Before her hair slowly turns a silver-blue color, her power swelling like a rising hurricane ready to tear everything apart.

It takes everyone a moment to realize the disaster that is about to fall.

I, of course, calmly sip on my rapidly freezing drink while everyone starts screaming and Serafall starts wailing once more.

A guy who went to the Moon out of sheer curiosity and just because he could.

A Devil that had a magical Punch Machine made just so he could style on his guests and family.

And another Devil that ugly cried while drunk and nearly caused an Ice Age while doing so.

I chuckle softly-

Ding!

Everyone turns instantly towards the Punch Machine. The Taxiarch himself stood before it, his golden swim trunks quite eye-catching.

He smiles warmly, lean body lowering into a stance, shoulders rolling. His right arm swings, testing the punch once, twice, thrice- His sandals screech across the floor, his gaze sharps, he lets out a swift exhale, then swings-

The only thing that crossed my mind as that impossibly fast blow swung through the air was;

Oh dear.

The punch lands.

The Punch Machine vanishes.

The ocean parts.

The clouds above us vanish as a hurricane of winds send people and furniture flying.

Sirzechs gapes, pointing at the spot where his Punch Machine used to be but had now likely been atomized, completely horrified and speechless.

Michael grins and dusts off his hands, "Seems like I still got it!"

Zani sits up, foliage sticking in her messy hair, gaze flat, "Dude… Seriously?"

The Archangel blinks and looks around innocently, then notices the destruction caused by his punch. Then he just grins. Big ol' goofy grin.

I burst out into laughter at the sight. So much so that I nearly fell off my seat. I hadn't laughed so hard in so long that I don't even remember.

Before, I always had that weight, that guilt, pressing me down. All those Souls screaming in my ears, which I did my best to ignore. The guilt of having caused all of this.

But now… Now I fixed one of these problems, and I am on the way of fixing the next one. So I can allow myself to relax, to enjoy everything, to not be tied down by guilt.

Plus, it is a bit hard to remain serious when all these ancient being around me are absolute goofballs.

Long lives make one quite silly, it seems.

A.N. A quick chappy where everyone relaxes.

Next one will be a set-up chapter, with Scaith preparing what he needs for his trip.

And then we'll meet the cast of characters that I can't wait to write!

Am gunna enjoy writing the next Arc quite a lot! Hope ya enjoy reading it too!

And hope ya enjoyed this chappy!

Toodles!