Seras hadn't yet heard the tale of Abaddon's battle against the abyss hunters.
But not because no one had told her about it...
Hajun had actually tried to tell his daughter when the group first arrived home, but at that time Abaddon just so happened to be sitting across the room eating a peach.
...She couldn't have payed attention even if she wanted to.
Her husband had the most perfect lips in existence and due to past experiences she was well aware that he knew how to use them!
How could anyone expect her to focus on a story when her husband was twenty feet away from her, giving some fruit a treatment that rightfully should have been performed on her?!
It was grossly unfair!
"The Sacred Order of Shining Mercy... My family was wondering when you all would pop up again. We aren't properly aquainted, are we?"
"Oh? I don't believe we are." The woman retorted with a chuckle. "You'll have to forgive me for my rudeness. I don't believe any of you Nyasir have ever asked for my name before. It's Fiona by the way."
Bloodstained and beautiful, Seras smiled eerily as if she were tickled pink by her words.
"Nyasir..? You actually believe I am one of those small fry?" (Seras has conveniently forgotten that two of the seven are her parents.)
Fiona seemed to reasses Seras very seriously in that moment.
It wasn't hard to get information on Abaddon, or collect descriptions of him for that matter.
He had single handedly battled an entire army of gods in Asgard afterall. And threatened them all long before that. Many people could place his face.
But knowledge of the dragon god's forces was much more limited and hard to come by.
The only forces they were aware of for sure were the shadowy organization who snuck into Asgard but was caught by Odin.
Until this moment, they had only assumed that he had kept the tradition of Nyasir subordinates.
But they knew not their names, faces, or powers.
They also knew little of Abaddon's brides.
Though they traveled with him frequently, the amount of big appearances made alongside him was relatively low.
It was easy to see why Fiona had mistaken the woman in front of her for a common Nyasir.
"W-What is going on here..?"
Seras looked down at the old man shaking in her grip.
If she hadn't saved him, he likely would've been hurt by some sort of falling debris caused by that hail of bullets.
"Since when does your supposed merciful order jeopardize the lives of the innocent?" She glared at them.
Fiona simply shrugged.
"We could've patched him up if the need arose. But a quick dispatch was much more important I think."
Seras patted down the man and ensured that he was in one piece.
She gathered the pile of coins she'd collected earlier and returned them to their rightful owner.
"You should take these and get out of here, old man. I'm sorry that all of your wares were destroyed because of these bastards."
"T-That's alright, goddess... I will be able to replace them easily with all you have given m-"
"Goddess? What happened to 'Young Lady'?" Seras smirked.
"I-I didn't want to be disrespectful..."
'And I'm now fairly sure that you are considerably older than me...'
"I heard that."
"G-Gah!"
In fact, they could have been working together.
If not for those things, Seras might've already attacked.
But since her restraint clearly wasn't appreciated, she was finally going to stop being so nice.
Especially since they were now far enough away from the city.
"I'll make you put those nasty things down myself..!"
Seras' flight was suddenly halted and she held out her outstretched hand towards her pursuers.
Fiona got a bad feeling and quickly tried to save her squad mates before things took a worse turn.
"Shields up!"
The next sequence of events happened in the blink of an eye.
Only half of her squad were able to listen and react in time.
The others endured the unfortunate consequence of losing their arms in the span of a second.
Disgusting popping noises and blood mist filled the air as their arms exploded from the inside out.
Their weapons were dropped, and they went down screaming as they fell from their boards.
But Seras was far from done as she collected all of the misty blood in the air.
A large chain made of the crystallized liquid appeared amidst the fray.
With a wave of her hand, Seras swiped it across the undersides of the hoverboards, knocking off their riders.
"I wish you didn't make me show such an inhospitable side of me... This is all terribly unbecoming, you know? Or so they tell me.."
Seras waived her hand over herself and finally pulled away all of the dried god blood covering her body.
With her full looks and beauty restored, as well as her continued use of hemokinesis, Fiona no longer had any difficulty placing the identity of this woman.
"You are number seven. The glorified maniacal blood fiend."
"...I've been called worse." Seras shrugged.
Her eyes suddenly regained their intensity and the aura around her became much more regal.
"But still, I am not very fond of enemies speaking to me informally. For the honor of my family's empire, I must insist you use your manners."
Suddenly, Fiona received an urgent message within her earpiece.
{Brigade Leader. We have detected a large anomaly moving above your current position. Be advised.}
Fiona warily looked up into the sky above her.
Thick, grey clouds were covering everything for miles, but she hadn't noticed them roll in.
And finally, she realized why.
A large mass was breaking through the clouds.
It looked like a giant red moon made out of blood; complete with several sets of mouths, eyes, and even weaponry spread all throughout.
Seras had been fighting the thirteen gods and the demon lord for two days straight.
Their regeneration was almost as good as hers.
For two days, they fought without an ending in sight.
Spilling so much blood in the middle of the process.
Blood that Seras had called as soon as she was far enough away from the city to use.
"I've never gotten to use this much at once before... You'll have to forgive me if I get a little excessive..!"