Chapter 46: Evil of God

Chapter 46: Evil of God

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The Trihexa.

A creature of the end times. A being of Eldritch origins, an unknown world from beyond heaven, beyond the stars.

The one creature that not even the Biblical God could kill, weakening the father of heaven enough for the four devil kings of old to kill the Heavenly Father at the cost of their lives.

The creature from beyond was sealed, defeated - its existence once lost to the unknown reaches of the world.

Once.

Within a Flying Fortress beyond the clouds, the creature was housed in a massive chamber under a dim light, tubes of metal and plastic injected into the massive chimeric corpse, a window on the wall where one of the two main leaders of Project 666 watched with curiosity.

Psykos stared at the one luminescent tumor that was growing out of the Trihexa

Ever since they acquired the blood and tested it, they received astounding progress with the cells, an extreme diminishing of the negative side effects. However, the amount was small, and the substance could not be replicated.

The only answer was to inject and imbue the properties of the blood of the messiah into the massive corpse, which worked to her and Rizevim's relief.

But it was not without consequence.

"Hello, Rizevim." Psykos greeter before Rizevim even entered her watch station.

"Psykos. How are you?"

"In the middle of a documentation. Did you come here to chat or is there a problem?" She asked.

"Heh. Well, the wretched humans you spoke with contacted me. They are requesting something I'm not sure if we should even bother."

"Should I ask?"

"You don't. But you should know. They want us to shelter them."

Psykos blinked as she turned to the silver-haired fossil.

"Excuse me?"

"I believe saying it one time is enough."

"What can a bunch of weak, snakes in human skin have to contribute to this organization? It isn't a place for weak cowards to thrive."

"I asked them that very question. They tried to deflect it but then they crumbled when I cajoled."

"I don't believe we should bother with them. They already have all of the materials they need to survive and they still failed to protect themselves. We should leave them."

"I understand, but unfortunately, it is consensus for us to take a vote on this matter whenever someone wishes to join Khaos Brigade. I have to bring this up with the others first as a formality"

Psykos pinches the bridge of her nose.

"They would reject them. There's no one that will support them."

"Again, a formality. Especially since they keep using your words against me, providing more than they expected."

"That is all I shall provide. I don't know what they are up against but they should be able to defend themselves in their position but fine. However, let's try to convince the others to make them perish for our amusement."

Psykos knew the nature of her cohorts, and the naive bunch of false heroes would support this proposition.

"A fun idea. But enough about me, tell me about your findings here." Rizevim switched the topic as he observed the specimen before him.

"After diffusing the solution you concocted with the sacred blood within Trihexa's system with artificial means, I expected there to be unexpected side effects as there are no documented effects the blood of Jesus has on organic matter. Here you see the glowing bulb in the center where the core of the creature resides? That is a tumor."

Rizevim's vision zoomed at the center of the massive corpse, seeing a glowing tumor shining an iridescent green.

"I cannot read it's biology as the thing is too alien for me, so I want to see what the reaction will result in."

"That's. Not malignant, is it?" Rizevim narrowed his eyes.

"I sincerely doubt this corpse can contract diseases, and the sacred blood is clean"

"Why not cut it out for further examination?"

"Impossible." Psykos shook her head. "The surface area around the tumor is now impenetrable. I cannot cut through the flesh."

"Then. Any chance that it's actually not a tumor?" Rizevim asked again.

"That's what I want to see. It is maturing at an unpredictable pace. I will set up creatures here to guard the test site in case anything happens." Psykos replied as she began to work on her current plans.

The group returned to the living room in the highest class suite, they all sat, Gold sitting on the giant couch with his elbows resting on his thighs white his fingers laced together in front of his face.

Griselda was not here, having to work on her shift in the underground bar.

"...How did the raid go?" Issei asked solemnly, the hellish scene of the cult room still fresh in his mind.

"Every suspect is apprehended and ferried off to the dungeon. And, again, I am not torturing them. Yet. The kids I still can't believe you convinced me to house them in my five star hotel. And overwork my finest chefs." Gold said with a bit of humor.

Asia and Irina smiled at the golden macho with angelic gratitude, their wings fluttering.

In addition of Issei's group, there were two more members who recently joined their missions; Gabriel's Ace of Hearts - Mirana Shatarova, and Raphael's Ace of Clubs - Diethelm Waldseemller, whose appearance was that of a tall gentleman in his mid 30s with black hair.

"It is great to see that justice is being restored to the world by a man of enterprise." Diethelm smiled.

"Moving on." Gold slid a series of photos on the table as well as a drawn picture. There were all the same magic circles like in the cult room. "This is a sacrificial circle. I checked in with my sources. It is indeed magical. No one knows of its origins, but it is a type of transmitter They do not know what it transports, but they suspect souls or something. The same circle is in every sacrificial chamber. I thought ritualistic sacrifices are out of practice. Mind explaining this to me, pigeon?" Gold gestured to Raphael.

"The pagan practices were a ploy designed by a certain devil that shall not be named to trick men into performing vile acts in the old days for favors and devil bargains. It does not empower or grant any benefits to a Devil other than their amusement before they were culled out. However, this one" Raphael stared at the circle with scrutiny. "It's peculiar, but I swear I saw something like this before"

"You do?" Issei and the others were surprised.

"I wait, I think I remember." Raphael perked his head. "There is a special sacred gear wielded by a paladin in ancient times. It is one made by God himself to empower the wielder and holy abilities through restrictive oaths and performing deeds in the name of god."

"...Wait, that sounds exactly like the Paladin class from Dungeons and Dragons." Gold remarked, earning eyes from everyone. "...What? Some of the little mes play it."

"...However, the Sacred Gear disappeared. It hasn't been seen since the last user in the era of the Paladins. The empowerments it bestows are permanent as long as the user didn't break their sacred oaths and virtues. The magic circle appears whenever a deed is accomplished in the name of god, like bringing criminals to justice or smiting evil."

"...But why is something like that used in a sacrificial cult room?" Vali asked, looking just as disturbed by the bloody images of small skeletons chained to the walls.

"I don't know. The base design and symbology is the same, but it is heavily warped. I suspected a mutation of the Sacred Gear, but I don't know how something meant to be in the hands of good men fell into this."

"...Is there only one of these?" Issei asked.

"Yes. There is only one As far as I know." Raphael solemnly nodded.

"Then the true culprit behind this fucked-up cult is the wielder What do you know about the paladin? Is he human?" Issei asked.

"Yes. He disappeared, however. We are sure he did not reincarnate into a devil or otherwise, his corpse is still missing. His soul is missing as well. I can say this because he would've been in heaven if he died normally."

The revelation brought some nervous air into the room.

"We'll look into it later. Next, Vali. Do you have anything to say?" Genos then turned to the White Dragon Emperor in the room.

"...Well, I managed to stumble into a weapon storage room. They, for some reason, are selling illegally produced weapons like the light swords and light pistols to Stray Exorcists. The ones not under Azazel, that is." Vali explained.

"What?" Issei was genuinely surprised.

"Black Arms Market. The operation is larger than we think." Vali dropped a box of files and hard-disks on the desk from his Dividing Gear, "I got a paper and digital trail - orders, transactions, all encrypted."

"I'll have them decrypted by the end of the day. What else did you learn?" Genos replied.

"That's it. There's no sacrificial cult room. I don't even know how they managed to smuggle so many weapons under the Vatican's noses, unless we're talking about a collaboration with some rogue fallen angels"

"We'll get in touch with Azazel. He might not be the best leader, but still a good one with many people loyal to him." Raphael commented, before he turned to his Ace, "...Diethelm."

The Ace in question nodded, and brought up his own findings.

"...In my search, I also encountered a drug lab They were using children as their slaves and test subjects."

"Of course, they were." Issei scoffed, not surprised by the immorality anymore. "What about the mind-controlled exorcist trainees you encountered? Are they"

"I managed to incapacitate them. I attempted to search for the machine but when I entered the room, I found no trace. They must have moved it long before I arrived. I did capture a man that can use said device. The girls are under extensive care at the moment."

"That is good enough. And Mirana? What do you have to include?" Genos asked.

"U-um, I only managed to arrive in time to aid Irina and her friends. Lady Gabriel did all she could to send aid" Mirana replied nervously, feeling that she was underperforming compared to the others in the room.

Gold interjected as he took out a file, "Alright, back to the topic of drugs, please read these." He gave one copy to Issei and Asia each.

They read what was written on the paper, along with the picture attached.

"You two are looking at your adopted daughters." Gold informed - causing several eyes to blink at the 'adopted' word, but chose to remain quiet in favor of listening in.

"Ms. Vicenza is.. thirteen years old?" Asia read out.

"She looked seventeen, what." Issei followed.

Gold scoffed, He then took out more documents, "Why don't you take a careful look at her picture?"

True to the creature's words, the picture attached on Vincenza's profile was someone who was more like the younger-looking Vincenza With black hair instead of her current white.

"The answer is body modification. It is more common where I am from, but to see it used for something so perverse, well it is rare even for my kind." Gold added, causing Asia's face to pale and Issei's face to contort in anger.

"I would suggest diagnosing her for defects if I were you. Other than that, please visit the little rascals for me. They think the little mes are living talking plushies sent from heaven because I am giving them food and luxurious rooms after we rescued them. Which reminds me, are they permanently under my care?"

"I. Kind of hope not." Issei replied - he could not even imagine seeing children growing up under Black's influence. "Raphael, please tell me that you can give these kids a place to call home?"

All he could imagine was the children becoming Chuunis for Black's amusement while corrupting them into human versions of him.

"Most of the younger children are willing to give us a second. But the older children, most of the girls, want to stay in the hotel under Gold." Raphael sadly answered.

"Excuse me?" Gold asked, "I know I am dashing, but why?"

"They Well, they don't want to stay in the house of God anymore. They grow weary of living in squalor and ignorance."

"Understandable but is there no one else?" Gold asked.

"You are the only one with the resources to afford these children a better future currently. There is no one else." Diethelm added.

Everyone stared at Gold expectantly. Asia was giving him hopeful eyes as she hugged Rover in her arms.

Gold's features started to crumble under the peer pressure, "I swear, everyone of you is this payback for trolling you and Griselda? Hm? Is this some sort of sick divine penance from the dead God? To throw the one guy with the most checkered background into the role of a parent against his will?"

In a way, it kind of was, but Issei found this to be a good chance for him to do good. Gold and the Blacks were having too much fun for their own good.

"Alright! Fine! You want them to be splendid adults? I'll show you all once I'm through with them! They will be unlike anything you've ever seen!"

Issei hopes that it was in a good way.

"Speaking of adopting." Irina quipped with a curious look, "...What is this about you adopting a child again?"

Issei and Asia flinched.

"...We needed an alibi." The boy replied as Asia's cheeks grew red.

"An alibi?" Irina's eyes grew owlish.

"It was in the heat of the moment, please spare us." Issei begged for her to leave them alone.

Gold smirked knowingly and fished out another paper and slid it on the table towards them.

Issei and Asia stared at the paper.

Vali peeked at the contents, seeing that it was the official statement that the two were parents of children's few years younger than them.

"So? Hyoudou or Argento?" Vali asked; he burst into snickers and wheezes as Irina stared at them owlishly as Issei looked down, burning from shame, while Asia buried her face in her hands.

"Head towards the top third floor." Gold offered them a key card. "You have an obligation to explain yourself before you fan their hopes too high."

"You don't have to come with me, Asia." Issei spoke as he and the girl stood in the elevator. "This is kind of my mess I'm gonna sound like a coward here, so I'm taking quite a hit."

The door opened to the top third floor, then Issei and Asia took a deep breath.

"Issei Thank you. But We're in this together. I was there with you." Asia replied with a smile on her face.

The two watched the elevator door opening, showing the top third floor of the massive building. They were very nervous. Their hearts were pounding in their chests like drums, the most nervous they ever felt in their lives.

However, a Black clone waddled from an open door on the left side of the wall, heading towards them.

"Yo, sorry for spoiling your moment, but we have a problem." Black looked concerned. "Come here, you should see this."

Issei and Asia blinked as they quickly followed the clone as they ran into the open door.

The children were gathering around the bed with more Black clones, some being held like a plushie in their arms. On the bed was Vicenza while Jolenne was tearfully calling out for her while holding her hand.

The older girl was unresponsive, as a needle connected to an IV bag was injected into her wrist.

Her eyes were fluttering, even rolled up as she was in-between consciousness and unconsciousness. Her tanned skin was looking sickly, she was sweating, drool was leaking from the corner of her lips, and her body would slightly convulse every now and then.

"What the hell did you do?!" Issei shouted.

"I knocked her out." Black answered. "She's suffering from what I think is severe withdrawal symptoms. They've been pumping her full of drugs - don't know what kind, for a while in that shithole. Now I managed to bag something from the pharmacy, which I have connections to, and managed to stabilize her. We definitely should've checked the kids before we brought them here."

Issei silently cursed the bastards in the dungeon.

"You giving me the green light to use torture on our captives for interrogation?" Black asked.

"Do it. I don't care anymore, they don't deserve my mercy. Hah, we need to get her an ambulance"

This day just refused to get better for them.

However, Asia then stepped forward, "U-um, is there anything I can do?"

Issei and Black turned to Asia.

Issei opened his mouth and then he had an idea.

"Wait, we can do something. Not sure if too much of it is a good thing but" Issei tapped his chin. "Screw it, she needs treatment ASAGDAP."

Issei summoned Boosted Gear.

"I'm going to Boost you while you heal her. Well, either you or Asclepius, not sure, but either way let's hope it will do her some good." Issei told Asia, who nodded in return.

Issei had no idea what the effects of overused healing magic would occur in a physically healthy person. He guessed it would be something like an overdose scenario but he never heard of anything like it.

The two approached the group.

Jolenne and the others turned to them. When they saw Asia, the older boys and girls stepped in their way, spreading their arms defensively.

"Stop." One of the Blacks in a girl's arms spoke up. "She's okay. Let them through."

The boys and girls looked at each other for a moment, unsure.

"...Can you save her?" Jolenne asked.

Asia glanced at Issei, who nodded, then they smiled at the young girl.

"We will save her." Asia replied with determination.

"Please. Save my sister." Jolenne begged with teary eyes as Asia took out Asclepius.

"Fuuuu..." Issei took a deep breath - already started boosting as Asia placed the magic serpent-coiled rod over the girl.

Asia inhaled as she spread her light wings, surprising them as the Asclepius flared to golden life.

[Transfer!]

Issei placed a hand on Asia's hands as she held Asclepius with both.

The children watched as the intensity of the holy light doubled, nearly blinding them as Asia poured her all into the girl's recovery. She could feel the sickness in her system, unhealthy elements attacking her body.

She proceeded to purge all of it as efficiently as she could as Vicenza suddenly jerked forward and retched, puking all over the sheets. Jonelle and the other children watching were startled, and began panicking as Vincenza did not stop coughing.

"No, stop! You're hurting her!" Jonelle cried, only to be held back by Black.

"Easy, easy!" Black placated, before he gestured at the startled Asia to keep going, "That's how they're getting rid of the bad stuff! Let them continue!"

Asia actually paused when Vincenza's coughing did not stop, until Black intervened. She turned to Issei, who nodded again at her, before she resumed her treatment.

The treatment went on for a good 15 minutes, until the light show finally died down, leaving Asia collapsing onto her knees, with Issei catching her back.

"Good work, Asia." Issei smiled at the exhausted nun before he regarded the now-sleeping Vincenza, whose complexion had become significantly better.

"Good god, just how much did they pump into her?" Issei asked. Her sheets were filthy, the smell of it was revolting it completely covered almost the entire bed.

"I don't want to know either by this point." Black quipped as he split himself more so they could carry Vincenza to a new bed.

Jonelle then turned to Issei and Asia - who was still catching her breath. "Is Is my sister going to be alright?"

They heard a loud rumbling coming from Vicenza, her stomach.

"...She'll probably need some food." Issei smiled. "And we need to clean her. Can't have her waking up like that."

It looks like they would have to talk with the two at another time. Right now, he needed answers.

Issei returned to the royal suite with Asia holding his hand.

"We're back. What'd we miss?" Issei blinked when he only saw Raphael, Touji, Genos, Diethelm and Mirana in the room; with the Seraph spoke something which prompted the two Aces to nod and teleported away - not before sending one last nod at Issei and Asia.

"The others had retired to their rooms to recuperate, and there had been. developments." Touji explained.

"Like what?" Issei asked as he walked to them and sat down, joining them around the table. Asia followed him and sat next to Issei.

"...We have received word that our prime suspects along with some others are missing from the Vatican." Touji explained everything in less than twenty words.

"Ms. Irina?" Asia wanted to check up on her, but she feared that she would trigger a violent reaction.

"Irina?"

The girl snapped her head towards Issei, who was cautiously approaching her.

"You okay? Just take a breather, shall we? Calm down."

However, the girl's face looked hurt, before she closed her eyes and suddenly flew out of the room.

"Irina!" Issei called out to her, then he glanced briefly at Genos and Touji.

"Go after her. We can handle this." The older man nodded, prompting Issei to dash out of the room as well.

Issei ran after Irina down the tunnel, in the direction that they did not explore.

"Iri!" Issei shouted after Irina. There was no light here other than the light of Irina's wings showing the rocky, morbid path.

Issei could see droplets flowing down her cheeks, tears trailing behind her.

"Iri! Stop!" Issei shouted but she did not stop. "Iri! Please! We're here for you no matter what! Stay with us!"

Irina sobbed as they continued the chase. She slowed down her flight until she was gliding, then she ran on her feet to a sad deceleration until she fell on her knees, puking her guts out to the floor while sobbing.

Immediately, Issei hugged Irina, holding her tight as she sobbed, tears and bile falling onto the floor.

"I-I was here t-they brought me here" Irina hoarsely choked on her words. "I remember they brought me here every week to to bring them girls"

"Shh, shh.. It's okay, it's okay." Issei turned her around so she could bury her face and cry into his chest.

"...Just let it out, take your time." He pressed his lips onto her crown while his hand running circles on her back.

"...Bernael." Irina whispered.

Issei looked down on her. The corner of his eyes noticed the ornament that held her chestnut hair was glowing - Genos' cybernetics were doing their job in calming Irina's erratic brainwaves.

"...They were doing this for Bernael" Her voice was shaky. The sorrow was still there, but rising from underneath like pressurized magma, was her rage.

Irina inhaled and exhaled, sobbing still with a deeper tone.

"...That name means Evil of God" Issei blinked.

"...I don't know who Bernael is but" She clinched Issei's hand as tight as she could as her wings started to contort. "...Issei. If when we meet him I want to would you let me the honor of killing this bastard myself?"

Issei's face shifted in worry at the sight of Irina's wings - he did not notice at first in the dark catacombs - but outside, he had a better view of Irina's wings losing some of their original radiance, despite the color was still in shade of white. The feathers that were previously soft-looking, becoming.. Rougher, unkempt.

"Iri"

"I need to do this." Irina's breathing grew heavier. "For everything they made me do. For everyone here I must do this. Or I can't-"

Issei then silenced her by sealing her lips with his own. She was startled at first, but slowly melted into the kiss. He did not break the contact despite the taste of bile and the bad breath from her earlier episode.

Irina's eyes grew softer as she calmed down, her wings returning to their normal shape.

"...One step at a time, okay?" Issei smiled, "We will get them, but for now, let's focus on making sure you are okay."

Irina stared at him with trembling eyes she was starting to pout.

"...You're supposed to be more reserved" She whispered.

"I'm not that kind of guy. Besides I feel like you girls are corrupting me the longer I spend time with you all." Issei joked.

Irina giggled as she noticed the bile on his lips.

"...I really do love you, Issei." She wrapped her arms around his neck. Issei swept her off her feet to her surprise. "Ah?!"

"Come on, let's go back. We need to get some answers." Issei smiled while carrying her bridal style. Irina's heart skipped a beat at her lover being so manly and dependable in the worst of times.

"...Issei. Thank you No matter what happens, I'll always be with you." Irina thought she could allow it even she could see the signs of her female friends.

She could let him love another without fear of him abandoning her.

"I know."

Issei returned to the others as they finished gathering the girls. The little Black clones just arrived and started carrying them out.

"Issei? How did it oh." Touji stopped himself at the sight of him carrying his daughter back.

"Well? What did we miss?" Issei asked as he set Irina down. Irina smiled at her father, nodding at him, telling him that she was alright.

"...I am going to stay behind and tend to these girls." Vasco informed. "Someone needs to inform Lord Michael and the others of the atrocities here. I will catch up once I'm done."

"I-I'd like to help!" Teodoro volunteered, which earned a pleasant smile from the elderly man.

"...Raphael." Issei turned to the archangel. "What do you know about Bernael?"

Raphael turned to Issei.

"...Bernael? He's one of the Isshim Class angels. He is responsible with overseeing the state of the mortal world, even inspecting the Church annually. Why don't tell me"

"Irina remembers." Issei answered.

"That's He is a pure angel tsk." Raphael clicked his tongue. "...Once upon a time, Bernael suffered a great injury to his brain in the great war."

Raphael narrated, drawing everyone's attention.

"He is a veteran that survived the great war. He has earned the respect of many angels for his service He inspected the church as part of his annual duty."

"...The guy's name is Evil of God" Issei pointed out.

"We prefer to not let our names define us" Raphael sadly answered.

"Where is he now?"

"I am going to uncover that. Diethelm, Mirana, you two are with me. We are returning to Heaven. Genos, Gold, Griselda, Touji, everyone else, I will leave this to you."

Once Raphael and the aforementioned reincarnated angels vanished in a flash of light, Genos then addressed Irina. "Irina, I believe you should take a break for the afternoon."

Irina shook her head.

"I am sorry, mister Genos but I'm alright now. I am ready to see this through."

Genos regarded Irina for a few seconds, before he turned to Issei, who simply nodded at him.

"...Very well. Be sure to mind your actions from now on. We cannot afford to let you suffer another breakdown."

Irina immediately understood. Rover barked at them as if asking if they could move on.

"Sorry, buddy. Lead the way." Issei smiled at his friend.

Rover huffed before he placed his snout to the ground and continued sniffing. They made their way down the tunnel Irina flew into.

None of them knew how far the tunnel leads but it was starting to become complex when they entered an intersection, three paths before them.

Issei grimaced until Rover turned left, still sniffing.

They do not know how long that they trekked but they soon entered a makeshift cave system. The air was humid, and there was no light other than the light of Irina, Asia, and Genos.

Genos' eyes became flashlights as the cyborg looked around, them still following Rover.

"Say. How deep are we from the surface level now?" Issei wondered, as he could feel the significant shift in temperature.

"Unknown." Genos answered as they continued moving, past the slate walls and under the stalactites.

They continued walking through the cave system until they felt a draft. They walked for what felt like hours until they arrived at a clearing, the mouth of a cave leading to the surface.

"Um.. Where are we?" Asia asked as she looked around.

Genos' eyes beeped.

"We are somewhere around the borders of Italy there is a highway road up ahead. I suspect this is where they manage to smuggle their victims judging by the distance."

"I cannot believe that they managed to get this far fuckin' magic." Issei was slightly impressed.

Rover waddled towards the highway road and continued sniffing, from the dirt and stone to the concrete floor. The dog whined as he turned his head up the road; the dog immediately transformed to his true form, big enough for all of them to ride atop of them.

Irina, Xenovia and other first-timers stared at the oversized dog as the dog laid on his stomach, barking for them to ride him.

The former then turned to her boyfriend, "...Has he always been able to do that? How did I not know about this?"

Issei could only shrug knowingly.

"Creatures that can multiply, turn objects into precious metals, and this one can alter its size" Xenovia remarked with a small huff, "What's next? The dog breathes fire?"

When Xenovia received a look from Issei, Asia, Genos and Gold, she dropped her shoulder exasperatedly, "...Oh, really?!"

"You are lucky I love you so much, Ise. I've had enough issues on my own." Irina rolled her eyes.

"Come on. You'll love riding him!" Issei grabbed her hand and ran to the giant dog. Xenovia, Touji, and Griselda stared at the dog while Vali, Gold, and Genos followed them.

"...Well, consider this my first time riding a dog." Touji decided to give up trying to resist and join them.

Griselda stared at the beast, smiling as she followed.

Xenovia prayed that the journey would be well as she joined them.

Once everyone got onto Rover, Issei and Irina at the front, Issei turned to Genos.

"Think you can hide Rover if he runs into town?" Issei asked.

"I have a cloaking device for a reason, Issei." Genos said as he deployed a drone as it casted what looked like a bounded field around them, shielding them in a dome. "Now we are unseen. Rover, follow the trail!"

Rover roared-barked as he panted, running into the distance.

[You will come to transport us within a day?]

Gilbert Dew, one of the four conspiring archbishops, sighed with relief.

He was a skinny man, his skin sucked in with wrinkles, wearing black priest clothes.

Rahmond Langley, the youngest and most visually appealing of the four stared at the blurry screen in their safehouse in the most remote region of Italy. He was a handsome blonde man with dashing features, a man of his mid-thirties.

"Indeed. Expect to be personally transported by an army of our finest creatures. You may rest in peace as you were until tomorrow."

Psykos answered, sitting on a table with his cohorts, Rizevim, the Old Satan Faction, Nilrem, and Hexennacht.

Shaalba Beelzebub watched as Psykos closed the screen.

The woman and Rizevim started to giggle as they broke down into sinister laughter.

"Ahahahahaha. Hah... Do we all agree to leave the human wretches to their fate?" Rizevim asked the rest.

"I have not cared about them since the beginning." Shaalba scoffed.

"Even though they provided the key to an improved version of the power you now wield?" Psykos asked.

Shaalba remained stoic. "...They are still worthless."

"Seconded. Though, I may be interested to see how they'd end up." A woman in gothic-lolita dress commented - the representative from Hexennacht. She propped her legs on the table, looking at her nails.

"Do they have anything else of interest?" Euclid asked.

"None. The blood of Christ is all they have." Rizevim shook his head.

"Then I say we let them suffer." Euclid concluded.

"Let us move to the next subject the state of the souls of the dead in the veil. How is the progress of our summoners?" Rizevim asked.

"Diodora is still attempting to master control over the souls he managed to harness. The souls of our ancestors although it is difficult to corral the spirits not under Diodora's influence into not breaching the veil too early and ruin our element of surprise." Shaalba answered. "And that didn't include the souls that were there by chance. They are being disposed of."

"The other summoners on the other continents are biding their time. My witches are attempting to master the necromantic arts though they seem to have trouble trying to persuade a fallen god."

"Which one?" Rizevim asked.

"Osiris. He is hellbound in wreaking havoc in Egypt against Horus and Ra." Walburga answered.

"At least they can be reasoned with. And the faceless eldritch entity?" Euclid asked.

"Still in place, waiting. It won't matter in the end, we can whittle down the rogue souls while strengthening the ones on our side. The 'Hero' faction will oblige in Shaalba's quest in his raid to the underworld."

"About Cattleya" Shaalba brought up.

"Impossible. Too heavily guarded. But she will live regardless." Rizevim shot him down. Shaalba grit his teeth as Euclid and Walburgis watched.

"As for you two how does it feel? Is the sacred blood having negative effects on you two?" Rizevim asked Shaalba and Euclid.

Shaalba stared at his hands, clenching and unclenching them with a critical look, "...No problem so far."

"It feels. Quite invigorating, m'lord." Euclid replied.

"Good, the sacred blood isn't volatile with biology. Now let us continue with the plan to ravage the world."

As for the convicted members of the church, they sighed with relief, completely unaware of their fate as their pursuers were already looking at the foundations they were in, an underground bunker in a remote area of Italy, someplace that should not exist in the maps or the government records.

To be Continued...

Omake

"Good, Good. Yessss... Keep that pose."

Sitting on his throne, Gold egged Griselda Quarta to maintain her posture, squatting low in a M-post with a pole between her crotch while she looked at the camera.

Griselda was in a very erotic lingerie, thigh high blue leather boots and a thong leotard, both encrusted with sapphire gems around her breasts and crotch and the rims of her boots and heels, painting her as a gem.

The Blacks continued taking many many pictures of Griselda as she shifted her pose.

Her back faced the camera, a finger on her lips with a sidelong gaze full of tempting longing.

She laid on her belly, legs kicked up while her elbows propped on the floor.

She spun around the pole, pivoting with her crotch on the metal, blowing a kiss at the Blacks as they hollered, cameras clicking like mad as Gold nodded, savoring the sight like the finest wine he ever drank.

She was a complete natural, a talent hidden within the uptight clothing.

"Yessss! Yessssss! Keep going! Just like I showed you!" One of the Blacks hollered with growing fervor.

A few minutes later, the door was opened.

"Hey, man. You've been making quite a noise - Whoa, what the hell?!"

"Sister Griselda?!"

Standing by the entrance, Issei and Irina watched with a mix of shock and silent, biting horror, the horror mostly for Irina. They were mostly exploring the hotel in their free time, checking the floors and discovering the amenities, like the indoor pool and balcony garden restaurant.

They were attracted by the hollering of Blacks. They had completely underestimated the demons.

"Oops! You kids shouldn't be here, you know?! We're working on something!" One of the clones who was working on a laptop on the desk spoke.

"Oh, Mr. Ise, Irina, good afternoon."

Griselda greeted with a soft exhale, as she just finished another maneuver and leaned against the pole, placing a wet kiss on its cold surface as she faced the camera.

Issei could not help but swallow a small lump when his eyes landed upon Griselda - clad in sexy lingerie garbed in jewels, covered in sweat after performing a pole-dancing.

Irina managed to snap him out with her next question, "What are you doing to her?!"

"Bringing her in tune with her true self." Gold smiled as Griselda lowered, sliding her back down the pole as she spread her legs teasingly while the Blacks continued shooting pictures.

Issei could not suppress his arousal.

"My god, I can't take this anymore." Issei wanted to walk away. He was just one step away from the dark dark side. "Why are you even going along like this in the first place?!"

"...I found this exercise enjoyable." Griselda breathed a husky sigh, spiking Issei's arousal. "It is invigorating. It somehow gives me life. I never knew I've been so out of shape with my current age."

Issei and Irina gaped at the older woman as she spread her legs wider, almost as if tempting him to cross the line of no return.

Irina shot a glare at Issei, noticing his blush, and erection when her eyes laid upon his crotch.

Issei let out a strangled cry as his girlfriend's hand shot out and slammed down onto his crotch with a vice-grip. He glanced to see Irina smiling menacingly.

"Please calm yourself down there, darling."

Issei wheezed as he saw her wings start to warp out of shape with lines of black colors, contorted by envy and anger.

"Yes, ma'am" Issei whined.

"I think you two should leave unless you actually want to see the kid do it to her here." Gold suggested as Griselda continued with her stripper technique, legs holding the pole as she held herself upside down, her breasts showing through the gem-encrusted bra.

"Yes, let's go." Irina immediately agreed since the temptation here was too strong for her boyfriend, and she didn't want to see him crossing the line with her mentor.

She dragged Issei out, by the balls, as Issei whinged along the way with his manhood at stake.

Meanwhile, the Black on a laptop giggled maniacally as he already set up his website.

Soon, he shall have Griselda's potential be known to all three of the Christian factions. Soon, they will bow to her true worth.

At Grigori, Azazel blinked when the notifications popped out on his computer, while drinking, that an email was sent to him. Looking at the sender, he grinned and opened the folder attached to the email.

Before he could see the content, however, his phone rang - revealing a message from a certain black dwarf creature.

Send me the receipt for the pics I sent you by tomorrow morning.