Vash

Chapter 58

I stood among the ashes of Kokabiel's followers, Laevateinn's flames finally dying down to nothing more than warm metal in my grip. The sword vanished back into my inventory with a thought.

Father Dante was somewhere behind me, probably staring at the devastation with wide eyes. I could hear his ragged breathing. But he could wait.

Rossweisse came first. I don’t know what Loki has done with her, but as much as I wanted to confront Loki back then, there is a huge chance he and Ko...

Chapter 57

The look on Loki's face was worth every second of mana I'd spent maintaining that clone.

I'd been watching from above for the better part of an hour. The clone had performed exactly as intended. It let them think they were winning, let them believe their trap had worked. The clone spell had been one of the first spells I'd decided to master after getting my grimoire, and it had served me well.

I'd suspected something was wrong with Rossweisse the moment we started climbing. Her br...

Chapter 56

Loki watched with absolute satisfaction as the boy staggered, blood seeping between his fingers where he pressed against the wound. The sight of that golden glow flickering and dimming in Leon's eyes was almost better than wine.

Perfect. The performance is flawless.

"Surprised?" Loki let amusement color his voice as he studied Leon's face. "I would be too, if I were you. 

Leon turned to face him, his movements slow and labored. Blood was spreading across his shirt, dark...

Chapter 55

But Kokabiel was no mere fallen angel. He was the Star of God, the one who'd fought Michael himself during the Great War. A human boy would not make him cower.

"Ha!" Kokabiel threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing across the mountainside. "Is that supposed to frighten me? Your parlor tricks are nothing compared to true divine fury!"”

The lie tasted bitter on his tongue. This wasn't parlor tricks. This was something primal, something that made his every instinct screa...

Chapter 54

Chapter 54

The SUV's engine strained as we climbed higher into the Alps, the road narrowing with each switchback. Heavy snow reduced visibility to mere yards ahead, and occasional gusts of wind rocked the vehicle. I sat in silence, watching the world outside gradually transform into an endless expanse of white.

Father Dante had gone quiet after our earlier conversation, his gaze fixed on the monastery map spread across his lap. Occasionally, he would make small no...

Chapter 53

The jet's engines hummed as we flew over the Alps.

I glanced across the cabin at Rossweisse, who was calmly reviewing what looked like mission files on her tablet. When I told her yesterday that I was flying to Europe to track down Kokabiel, She insisted on coming with me.

Should've known she'd do something like this.

"I'll have the jet prepared and file the appropriate flight plans."

She said, Then she was gone. I didn’t have time to refuse or talk to her about it.<...

Chapter 52

The abandoned warehouse smelled like rust and old rain. I'd chosen this location deliberately, far from any civilians, so that if things went sideways again, we wouldn't level half of Tokyo.

Azazel was already there when I walked in, leaning against some busted support beam. He straightened up when he saw me coming.

"Leon-kun," he said. "Thanks for meeting me."

I stopped about ten feet away. Close enough to talk, far enough to move if I needed to. "You said you had news abou...

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

The training facility beneath the Sitri family estate was impressive, even by supernatural standards. The reinforced walls could probably withstand a nuclear blast, and the space was large enough to accommodate full-scale combat exercises. Magic circles lined the floor in intricate patterns, ready to activate various training scenarios at a moment's notice.

I stood in the center of the room, adjusting my grip on a practice sword while Sona's peerage arr...

Chapter 50

I stared at the bloodstained sheets for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes. The dragon's blood in my veins hummed with satisfaction, like it had claimed something precious, and that thought made my stomach twist.

A soft knock at my bedroom door made me freeze.

"Young master?" Hayama's voice, carefully neutral as always. "Breakfast is ready when you are."

"Just... give me a few minutes," I called back.

"Of course, sir." A pause. "I took the liberty of ha...

Chapter 49

Later that evening, I was in my study trying to catch up on some paperwork when a certain black shadow materialized from nowhere.

"Well, well," a sultry voice purred from the shadows near my bookshelf.

I didn't even look up from my reports. "You know, most people use the front door. It's this crazy new invention." I knew who it was without looking.

I sighed.

I really should invest in warding items for my next manifestation.

A woman stepped out of the darkness, an...

Chapter 48

Three days had passed since then. Three days of fielding calls from nervous board members, approving emergency window repairs, and pretending the hole in my thirty-floor office wall was just "architectural renovation."

Three days of Alessia handling an endless stream of "requests for audiences" from supernatural factions who'd suddenly discovered an urgent need to discuss business partnerships.

Looks like word had gotten out. About what I did. About my meeting with Indra.  2025-06-12 14:47:22 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 47

Indra stood on the observation deck of Tokyo Tower, the city sprawling beneath him like a circuit board made of light. The mortal realm always fascinated him - the way humans built their towers of glass and steel, reaching toward the heavens with stubborn determination.

But tonight, his thoughts weren't on mortal ambition. They were on Leon Mishima.

"Arrogant little brat," he muttered with dark amusement, though his tone held grudging respect. "Throwing gods out of windows like th...

Chapter 46

Chapter 46

The dinner was actually nice, once Serafall stopped making exaggerated heart shapes with her hands from across the restaurant. There's something surreal about being on a forced date with a devil heiress while her sister provides running commentary through interpretive gestures.

The quiet between us wasn't uncomfortable - more like the pause before a chess move, weighted with possibility. Sona cut into her salmon with surgical precision, each movement de...

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

"She's coming to see you. NOW. I'm sorry."

Wait what?

I stared at the messages, my brain trying to process what I was reading. Sona's sister knew about us? And she was coming here? Right now?

"Shit," I muttered, standing up from my desk so fast my chair rolled backward. "Shit, shit, shit."

Serafall Leviathan. One of the Four Great Satans. Sona's overprotective older sister with a magical girl obsession and enough power to leve...

Chapter 44

Back at the Mishima estate, I found Alessia waiting for me in my office, a stack of reports on my desk.

"How was your meeting with Sona Sitri?" she asked, her expression neutral.

"Enlightening," I replied, setting my bag down. 

She nodded, apparently satisfied with my vague answer. "These just came in," she said, indicating the files. "Reports on Kokabiel, including his known associates and possible locations."

"From Azazel?"

"Some. Others from our own sourc...

Chapter 43

I stood amid the ruins, Laevateinn still radiating heat in my hand, when the first scream cut through the night.

Reality crashed back like a physical blow.

The city. The people. In my rage, I'd forgotten where we were, forgotten everything except my need for answers. My vision, so focused on Azazel during our battle, now expanded to take in the devastation around us.

Buildings with gaping holes punched through concrete and steel. Shattered glass carpeting the streets below. ...

Chapter 42

These past few days, Azazel has been avoiding me. And it was probably for the best. I was not ready to face him yet.

Still, It didn’t help what I learned in Rome. 

He knew something and I need to know.

By the time Laevateinn finished. I decided to look for him.

I found Azazel in his usual spot, a private bar on the top floor of some obscure building in Shinjuku. The kind of place that didn't exist in any directory and required three separate elevator rides to re...

Chapter 41

The plane ride to Rome was quiet. I'd never flown to Rome without my parents before. Now it was just me and Alessia, my new executive secretary who sat across from me reviewing documents.

"We'll be landing in thirty minutes, sir," she said, placing a tablet in front of me. "The Vatican delegation will meet us at a private airstrip."

I scrolled through the briefing documents.

"These Church contracts," I said, trying to focus. "What exactly are we providing them?"

Alessi...

Chapter 40

That night, I couldn't sit still.

The mansion felt too quiet. Too empty. Every room reminded me of them—Dad's study where he'd explain company politics, Mom's sitting room where she'd plan charity events. Even my own room felt wrong, like I was wearing clothes that didn't fit anymore.

I needed to get out. Needed to move. Needed to hit something.

"Young master?" Hayama appeared in the doorway as I was putting on my hunting gear. The long black coat, the wh...

Chapter 39

I didn't sleep that night. Couldn't.

Instead, I sat in Dad's office - my office now - going through everything .

By morning, I had three cups of cold coffee and a growing list of questions that needed answers.

The official crash report was on my desk when Hayama brought breakfast I wouldn't eat. Pilot error, they said. Sudden storm, mechanical failure, tragic accident.

Bullshit.

I'd been on that plane dozens of times. Dad had trained with the best pilots money co...

Chapter 38

I was in my study that evening, staring at papers I couldn't read, when Hayama knocked softly.

"Young master? Miss Shitori is here to see you."

Sona. I'd forgotten we were supposed to meet about the hospital thing. The thought of trying to talk business right now made me feel tired.

"Tell her I'll call her later," I said without looking up.

"I... already tried, sir. She said no."

Of course she did. Sona never gave up easily.

"Fine. Send her in."

The d...

Chapter 37

The reality of it crashed over me in waves, each one stronger than the last. My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing my lungs, making it hard to breathe.

They were gone. Actually gone.

Not just away on business this time. Not just missing another dinner or school event. Gone forever.

I'd never hear Dad's laugh again. Never see Mom roll her eyes at his bad jokes. Never sit awkwardly through another family dinner where they asked about school and I gave vague answers a...

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Later that afternoon, I found myself sitting across from Sona in the student council room, a chess board between us as usual. I'd showered and changed, but couldn't completely hide the stiffness in my movements.

"You're favoring your right side," Sona observed as she made her opening move.

I smiled wryly. "Nothing escapes you, does it?"

"Very little," she agreed. "Especially when it concerns people I'm interested in."

The casual way sh...

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Azazel moved to the edge of the room, giving us space. Vali stepped forward, removing his hands from his pockets in what seemed like slow motion.

"Don't hold back," he said. "It would be insulting."

I summoned my strongest practice sword from my inventory, channeling mana through it until the blade hummed with energy. "Wouldn't dream of it."

For a moment, we just stood there, sizing each other up. The air between us felt charged, like the mo...

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

I woke up early, staring at my ceiling while Sona's words from yesterday kept looping in my head.

Trust isn't demanded, it's earned.

Something about that made me feel warm inside. I shook my head. No time to get distracted.

"Focus, Leon," I muttered, throwing off my blankets and heading to shower.

The cold water hit me hard, waking me up instantly. Perfect. I needed a clear head today.

With Azazel gone on "business”, I...

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

My phone buzzed the moment I left my final class of the day. Sona's name flashed on the screen, and I felt a twinge of resignation. I'd been expecting this call since my rooftop conversation with Rias.

"Yes?" I answered, stepping away from the crowd.

"My office. Now." Sona's voice was clipped, brooking no argument.

I pocketed the phone without responding. Our months of business partnership had never ventured into supernatural territory, but ...

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

I walked into school with deliberate calm, head high, posture relaxed. Today was business as usual. Yesterday's incident at the café was simply that—an incident. Best to maintain my routine, keep up appearances.

The stares felt different today—more intense, more speculative. Word must have spread about me meeting with Rias, though thankfully not about what had actually happened. 

Issei wasn't there yet, which was a relief. I wasn't in th...

Chapter 31

I walked away from the café with my fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white. Each step was measured, controlled, as if I was afraid the ground might shatter beneath my feet.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

One moment of anger. One slip of control. That's all it had taken to reveal everything I'd been trying to hide.

The cool evening air did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. My mana still burned through my veins, hot and volatile. Part of me wanted to turn a...

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

The rest of the school day dragged on with excruciating slowness. By the time the final bell rang, I had brainstormed and discarded a dozen different approaches for my meeting with Rias. In the end, I decided to play it straight, keep the conversation focused on business, and avoid making any commitments.

As promised, Rias was waiting at the school gates, the evening sun setting her crimson hair ablaze. She stood alone, which surprised me—I'd half exp...

Chapter 29

I hurt in places I didn't know could hurt.

After two hours of getting my ass handed to me by Azazel in our "training session," my body felt like one giant bruise. Sure, I healed fast thanks to the Dragon's Elixir, but that didn't stop the pain while it was happening.

"Not bad for a first session," Azazel said, not even breaking a sweat as I lay sprawled on the training room floor. The bastard looked like he'd just finished a light stretching routine instead of throwing me around l...