"I am telling you, DEATH HIMSELF is here in Kuoh!" Dohnaseek roared out at the incredulous faces of his comrades, fear still etched on his face as he continued to glance around nervously and flinch at his own shadow, "I would fucking know those seals, God Damn It! Raynare, you are not comprehending what I am saying! You don't get it! No one has seen this guy since the end of the Great War and he chooses to be here now? Just after we start receiving orders from Kokabiel?"
A loud slap echoed throughout the church as a woman dressed in extremely revealing leather strode forward and slapped the man breaking down into hysterics, "Pull it together Dohnaseek! We can not pull out now, not when we are so close to completing our goals!"
"Your goals, you mean! Fuck this, fuck you and fuck Kokabiel," Dohnaseek bellowed, his wings furling from behind him, "I am not sticking around after I angered a being you CAN NOT KILL!"
"Oh, and you will do what then? Return to Azazel? Let him know that he has turn coats in his midst? Tuck your tail and hope you are forgiven?" Raynare spat, a large spear of light appearing in her palm while the same appeared in Dohnaseeks.
Off to the side, two more females dressed in leather were speaking quietly between themselves as the two strongest members of their small group of Fallen got ready to fight one another.
"What should we do?" The woman with the short leather coat questioned her smaller companion, who had a thoughtful look on her face, "Should we stop them?"
"No, we shouldn't," The smaller one deadpanned, watching as two different colored spears of light collided against one another, throwing a shower of sparks each time the weapons made contact. "I do not know about you, but I am enjoying this show far too much."
"No, you dumb bitch, I am about to do the smart thing and get the fuck outta' dodge!" Dohnaseek grunted before summoning another spear of light in his off hand before smacking his two weapons together, causing a bright flash of light to emerge from the point of contact. The three fallen angels around him brought their hands up to cover their eyes as the light threatened to blind them, and by the time they lowered their limbs and cracked open their eyes, the only male of their group was long gone.
"Filthy traitor, he won't get away." Raynare spat with no small amount of venom in her voice, her spear of light dissipating as soon as she felt Dohnaseeks presence fade over the horizon. "Kalawarner, Mittelt, how do you two feel about a good, old fashioned game of Hide and Seek?"
A wicked grin split the face of Mittelt, who looked as if her birthday had come early, while Kalawarner seemed to be more thoughtful before nodding her head. "You know what, that sounds kinda' fun."
"Then let's play, girls!"
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The following morning, Makoto was awoken to the sound of a local radio station, blaring a rather upbeat song that almost caused him to be physically ill after hearing some of the lyrics.
"That is… wow." Makoto murmured to himself in disgust as he reached down and pulled the Evoker from his waist band before rolling out of bed. Pulling the sheets back, he gripped the Blade of Lucifer with his free hand and removed it from its position on his bed, having served its purpose for the night.
As if understanding his dismissal, the blade disappeared in the same flash of sparks as the night before, causing the bluenette's eyebrows to furrow slightly. I really need to figure out what is going on with these abilities sooner rather than later.
The Wild Card began his morning ritual as he did the previous morning, sauntering into the bathroom to relieve himself and freshen up for the long day he had ahead of him.
Not long afterwards, he was enjoying left overs from the night before while reading through a book on mythology that was left on his desk in the room he slept in. He thought back to a saying that Akihiko had told him just before they had faced down the many different shadows, gods and demons sealed within Tartarus.
"Knowledge is half of the battle. The other half is violence."
Makoto grew to love that saying, because no truer words could be spoken about conflict.
That said, he wanted to know if there were difference between beings such as the Archangel Metatron who rested peacefully within his soul and the Archangel Metatron from this world, if there even was such a being.
He didn't even want to think about the fact that there could be two of the same beings occupying the same space, at the same time. He did not want to cause a Paradox, after all, because that could potentially destroy the world he was trying to save or something equally as ridiculous and headache inducing.
With a sigh, the bluenette rose from his position on the couch after finishing his breakfast, grabbed the manilla folder containing his transfer papers before leaving his apartment for the day. After dealing with his transference, Makoto made the decision to test his abilities and perhaps even conduct a few summonings in the large wooded area at the edge of town, just to be sure that he was prepared for combat and that no new surprises could rear their ugly heads in the middle of a fight.
The ability to summon Lucifers Blade on a whim, or even a partial summoning like he did the night before were very useful skills to have, but he did not wish to be unaware of just what he was capable of any longer than he already was.
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"Excuse me, Ma'am," Makoto began, grabbing the attention of the woman seated behind the desk of the front office of Kuoh, "But I am here to finalize my transfer to this school."
He flashed the manilla envelope containing the paperwork needed for his transfer, causing the woman to hold out her hand to receive said paperwork without speaking.
After a few moments of shuffling through the paperwork, the woman nodded her head in satisfaction before setting the paperwork down on her desk before typing a few words into the computer before her.
"Stay here for just a few more moments, young man, I have someone coming to show you around and get you settled in." The elderly woman said with a smile on her face, "She should be here very soon."
"Thank you." Makoto nodded to the woman to show his thanks before taking a seated position in one of the wooden chairs present in the front office of the school, waiting patiently for whomever she sent for to retrieve him. He rested the small leather school bag he purchased on his way to Kuoh Academy at his feet and waited patiently for his guide to arive.
After standing at the gates of the school for a few moments in uncertainty, contemplating just returning home and dealing with it at a later time, the bluenette finally got over his indecisiveness and pushed forward into the massive school grounds and into the building, where he now sat waiting to be shown around.
The black suit he was wearing was not unlike the uniform every male student he had come across so far, only missing the white accents that differentiated the two outfits. Makoto had a feeling that he would be forced to change his wardrobe to accommodate the uniform policy of the school, though it mattered little to him.
The two were close enough that he had no doubt it would take no time to get used to the new clothes.
The female uniform, however, caused the blue haired Wild Card to blanch. He was very glad he was born male, because there is no way he could imagine even Mitsuru, his Crimson haired team leader, would even wear such a bodice or shoulder cape. Now that he thought about it, perhaps the cape, but certainly not the bodice. What is wrong with this world? First the song on the local radio and now this?
Makoto had been so lost in his thoughts of disapproval that he didn't notice the black haired female tapping her feet impatiently before him, her arms crossed over her bosom like a disapproving mother.
"Are you Yuuki Makoto, third year transfer?" The spectacle wearing female questioned with a slightly snarky tone, obviously irritated for being ignored for however long she had been standing there. "My name is Shitori Sona, Student Council President. Please follow me."
Instead of verbally replying, the Wild Card simply nodded his head and rose from his seated position, following behind his guide dutifully. Out of the corner of his eyes, Makoto noticed that her shadow did not quite match her physical body, as two small demonic wings were present in the lower back of her shadow, yet not in the real world.
A cold sweat began to gather as he continued to watch the shadows of multiple different students as the two passed them in the hallways, noticing that she was not the only being to have such an odd feature.
It seems that Demons are also presently mixed with the human population. The Wild Card thought to himself as he did his best to suppress the energy thrumming through his body, hoping that Sona did not have the same sensory abilities that the fallen angel Dohnaseek seemed to wield.
As she began to point out the locations of the library and various classrooms he would be moving between, he made sure to memorize their positions as best he could, even as lost in thought as he was. It would not be good to get lost on his first day, he supposed.
Sona had eventually taken him to her office where a small stack of uniforms were neatly packaged and waiting for him. He eyed the female before him distrustfully, not sure what to make of this development before shrugging his shoulders.
Slipping his sleek black coat off, he replaced it quickly with the White and Black stylized coat that he would be expected to wear for the rest of his time at Kuoh Academy. His pants were so similar that the Shitori allowed him to remain wearing what he had on, though he was expected to wear the full uniform the day after. He left his old jacket and the rest of the uniforms with Sonas vice president, who took the clothing with a smile before telling him to return at the end of the day to retrieve them.
The two left her office soon after that, but not before her vice president introduced herself as Shinra Tsubaki, who also wore a pair of stylish glasses. Something told Makoto that both only wore the things for looks, unless Demons under the guise of humans lose their physical traits when constrained in such a way.
He could only assume that the two before him did not truly look as they appeared before him, as there was no Demon outside of Lilith and Lucifer who looked even slightly physically normal and appealing. Such train of thought was cut off as quick as it began, lest his distrust of the two show in his body language.
Plans on the quickest way to kill them began to flit through his mind, weary of an attack at any moment. He had been caught flat footed by the attack by Dohnaseek, and he would not make the same mistake again. Thoughts of the Evoker he had hidden on his body did little to ease his uneasiness.
Finally, he arrived at where his home room class would be for the next year. "This is it. Have a pleasant day, Yuuki-san." Sona dismissed him while gesturing towards the door before the two.
He nodded once more in her direction, sparing no words as he heard the teacher of the class state that there would be a new transfer student.
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"That's him."
Makoto heard the softly spoken words come from the petite white haired female sitting three rows from him, towards the front of the class room. It was spoken so low that had he not been the wielder of the Universe Arcana and Persona, he would not have heard it.
It was the two added sets of eyes watching him let Makoto know that he was now being watched by a total of four, maybe five people now.
They really think they aren't obvious?
He knew those glances well. They were of skepticism.
The bluenette was unaware of why they would be skeptical of him, unless perhaps he had a casual observer from the night before that maybe had seen too much. He did not currently know any spells that would alter the memory of those around him, but he was sure one of the many Persona that came when he beckoned did.
He had no desire to bring normal human beings into a world they had no place in. It would be needlessly cruel for them to go against beings like Dohnaseek, let alone be plagued with the thoughts of such things. It would be a kinder mercy to make them forget. He just had to figure out if they saw what he thought they saw.
That was until the sun came from behind the clouds, illuminating the room further and casting shadows on the wall. Plans of erasing memories disappeared immediately.
Shadows that showed five different sets of wings throughout the room.
One of those shadows was sitting right next to him.