I will become God-Harem King of the World! [Highschool DxD/Exalted] (CLOSED)

[X] Spend 10 EXP to buy two dots of Martial Arts.

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You consider the situation for a moment. A being as powerful as Azazel wouldn't have bothered to confront you if he wanted you dead, unless he's one of those showy action movie villains. Somehow you don't think so, so you decide to continue running on the assumption that he doesn't intend to kill you.

"Likewise, Azazel-dono." You raise the cup in greeting before putting it back. "I can't say I've ever had a chance to speak to someone of your status."

[You certainly have.] Ddraig snickers, catching immediately on the hidden meaning of your words.

"By any chance does this have something to do with that business with Raynare last week?"

"Ahah, no need to be so formal. Just call me Azazel Hyodo-kun." He laughs. "It doesn't have a direct connection, but sorry for the trouble my ex subordinates caused. Seem like there is a traitor in my ranks that is trying to cause a lot of trouble. Ahah, I have a policy of 'don't interfere with human affairs' and 'peace', but there are some in Grigori who don't like it. With an organization like ours it can't be helped."

The waitress arrives with his order, tea. After thanking her he starts drinking it. Unable to hold in any longer you ask another question. "Should you be so calm about that? A traitor is serious business."

"That's fine. I know who he is, I just need to find sufficient proof. Knowing him he will try something big soon." He calmly replies. "How are my ex-subordinates doing? Even if they didn't work for me anymore I feel the need to know if they are doing good or not."

"As far I can tell, they're doing great." You shrug. "I was a little surprised about it, from my lessons about the supernatural I thought Fallen Angels have a poor view of Devils."

"For the most part is true, but it's weaker in the younger generations. Dohnaseek, Kalawarner and Mittelt were born after the Great War: without the bad memories from it, it's difficult for those uninvolved to grow a strong grudge against devils and angels." He explains. "Raynare was the only one who 'fell' recently." He scratches his head. "If possible I want the next generations to live free of the hate of the older ones."

'Do you think he's sincere?'

[I have no clue partner.]

Uhm, even Ddraig have difficulties reading him. That's only to be expected, one didn't reach his position by having weak spots. You must find another way to confirm it. "That's admirable."

"By the way, I heard that Mittelt is living with you." He smiles in a mischievous way, holds out his pinkie and wriggle it. "Did you two already do it?"

You stare at him. "I refuse to answer that question in a public place."

"You did. You did." His smile grows even wider. Is this really the leader of an entire race?

Oh right, they fell from Heaven because they were horny. "Why do you care anyway?"

"Ah, that. I didn't realize it the first time I read her name, but I know her parents." He takes a sip. "I have to thank you for resolving the situation as you did: if she did get hurt, I am sure I wouldn't be standing here with my neck intact." He shivers.

Taking note: remember to ask Mittelt who her parents are the next time you see her. If they can make the Leader of the Fallen Angels shiver, you want to know who they are.

And how fast you need to run if they don't appreciate the fact you deflowered their daughter.

"Is that why you came here?"

"No. You see, I have an interest in Sacred Gears. They're my hobby: I like to collect and research them and even to build new ones. I am probably the one in all the world who know the most about Sacred Gears."

You narrow your eyes. "By collecting...you mean removing them from their hosts?"

He winces. "It came up, uh? That's not one of my most well thought-out inventions. But we don't use it like that: I recruit users with interesting Sacred Gears and teach them how to develop them in exchange for data. I originally created the removing system to recover the Gear at the user's death, to prevent it for going to an unknown new host."

"..." You relax. "I will believe you. For now. Not that I can anything about it. So, the reason for contacting me is..."

"...Because, when I heard about a Sekiryuutei showing an abnormal grown, I naturally grown curious." His eyes twinkle. "Plus, I want to you to fight against my Hakuryuukou."

[The white-one? Is he with the Fallen Angels?]

'Ddraig?'

[...] He felt silent and doesn't respond.

Well, there is another one you can ask. "Can you explain what a 'Hakuryuukou' is? I assume it's the 'white-one' Ddraig often mentions but never elaborate on?"

"Ddraig? Does this mean that you can already contact the consciousness of the Welsh Dragon? Interesting." He takes out a notepad and writes on it. "But not knowing the history behind them is troubling. Allow me to explain it to you."

He snaps his fingers, and instantly all the sounds around you two become muted.

'I see, a wind barrier to keep out voices for being heard by others.'

"There are two Heavenly Dragons, the Dragons who are said to be as powerful as God: Ddraig, the Welsh Dragon, and Albion, the Vanishing Dragon. The two started fighting ferociously during the last Great War, and as a result of that disturbed the battlefield where the Three Factions were fighting at the time. They tried to make the two dragons stop, but Ddraig and Albion became angry at the interruption and attacked the Three Factions. It was a difficult battle, so much that I, God and the Maou of the time were forced to defeat them. That was the only time when the Three Factions of Christianity joined forces."

[Who did God and the Maou think they were, interrupting a fight between dragons?] Ddraig grumbles.

'No no, no matter how you look it was your fault! Why were you fighting anyway?'

[...I don't remember.]

You project a deadpan glare in your mind.

[But I am sure it was something important! I'm sure of it!]

Yeah, whatever.

"To stop them from causing mayhem again God took their souls and sealed them into two different Sacred Gears, who will in the future become both Longinus: Ddraig was sealed into the Sacred Gear [Boosted Gear], while Albion was sealed into the Sacred Gear [Divine Dividing]. But even when sealed the two Heavenly Dragons didn't stop fighting: lacking a physical body, their use their hosts as a medium. Every time they emerge, the wielders will meet and fight each other."

"And then die because they got consumed by their Gear's power?" He nods. "And you want me to fight the Hakuryuukou as the Sekiryuutei? No sorry, not a chance: I like living, thank you very much. Plus I have no reason to fight: I don't care if it's destiny, I don't have a personal reason to fight someone I never met before in my life."

"You misunderstood me: I don't want you two to fight to the death. I just want you to fight so I can collect data." He makes a troubled face. "What about this? I will hire you: in exchange for helping me with my research I will tell you how to use Boosted Gear's full potential. I will also add money."

"I pass." You finish your coffee. "Maybe it wasn't included in the report, but I am a formal affiliated of the Gremory Clan. I can't create alliances with other groups without their approval, and without a doubt I can't do it with a group who is an enemy of the Devils." You look him in the eyes. "Rias and the others are my friends. And I don't, under any circumstances, betray my friends."

'Plus, the only ones I trust with Boosted Gear are you two.'

{As you should.}

[Eheh.]

"That's it? That's simple." He takes out a cellphone from his yukata, types a number and puts it on his ear.

"Hello, it's me. I met the Sekiryuutei. He's right there in front of me."

"..."

"A cool kid. He has strong eyes: he flat-out rejected my offers, saying that he will not betray his friends."

"..."

"So, can you do something about it? If you authorize it everything should be fine, right?"

"..."

"Of course, of course, I will keep damage to a minimum and send you a copy of the data. I'll teach the kid stuff!"

"..."

"Not that kind of stuff. Useful stuff. What were you thinking?"

"..."

"Yes, yes: I owe you. But you really shouldn't need my help with a mere Level 78 Boss. Bye."

He ends the call, turns to you and smile. "All done!"

You stare at him. "Never mind that what you did was totally rude and that there was something seriously wrong with that conversation, tell me: exactly, what is done?"

"Now there are no problems about you collaborating with me. It's fine if you don't believe me now." He gives you a piece of paper with a cellphone number. "This is a direct line to me. If you change idea call me at this number: I will remain near the city for a while."

You take the number and stare at it, wondering what exactly the guy in front of you set in motion.

"Anything else?"

But if it's true, you can benefit greatly from it in terms of resources. And if Azazel truly knows the most about Sacred Gears, maybe he can help Asia, Ruby and Yang with their Gears.

Who are you kidding: Azazel is one of the top scientists in the world, and you want his help to build Solar technology and become stronger as fast and efficiently as possible.

If only he wasn't such a hazard.

[] "Nothing. See you later I guess."
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