Dxd: A demon Among Devils-Chapter 18: []:Dohnaseek

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They were sitting in his humble living room, arranged on each side of the wooden desk he used for a dining table. Besides Dohnaseek there were two others, the same ones he had seen in the church, but had not fought. Perched precariously on a stool to his left was Mittelt, the youngest among them, blonde hair styled childishly into twin pigtails. On the outside she appeared cute, innocent even, but he knew enough about the Fallen to disregard that image almost immediately. The more innocent one of their kind appeared to be, the darker their soul was in reality. To his right sat the tall, shapely form of Kalawarner, the tight dress she chose to wear leaving little to the imagination. The woman's dark bangs covered much of her eyes, but he could sense she was watching him, had been watching him ever since he had entered the apartment.

He really did not want to know why she was crisscrossing her legs constantly or maneuvering herself so he could get a better look into her cleavage. He really didn't. It threatened his sanity.

"When the Great War ended, it was the forces of Heaven that suffered the most," the man continued on, "When God was slain, their armies routed from the field, pursued by both the Fallen and the devils. Many Archangels were lost that day, trying in vain to rally their forces. It was only Michael's stalwart defense of the walls of Heaven that the legions of Hell were finally stopped. By then, all three factions had exhausted themselves to the point of extinction. The treaty was signed, but it was clear to all that it was Heaven that had lost the most from the Unending War."

He had remained silent throughout the affair, merely glancing up when the Fallen made a point he did not know, waiting for inevitable reveal that was supposed to amaze him or frighten him.

"Among those that had fallen was Metatron."

Ah. There it was.

"When God fell, it was Metatron alone that refused to leave the battlefield. His armor rent in many places, his silver form bleeding from a hundred wounds, he stood over the body of God and defended it from the encroaching hordes of demons and Fallen. His spear, Inaerion, slew many champions from both sides until at last he was overwhelmed. In his last act of defiance, he hurled Inaerion back into the Heavens so that no foe may claim it as a trophy and then detonated himself in an explosion of light to save God's body from desecration."

Dohnaseek paused, trying to add weight to his words. It was a tactic he was well used to. First from Mitsuru, and recently from Sona. It did not work when the angel tried it. It just made him seem desperate.

"I have seen that spear before I became Fallen. It fell into the Antechamber of Thrones. It remains there still today, untouched and unmoved, for none can come near it without feeling its rage and anger at the death of its wielder. Only Michael has tried to remove it, and when he did, Inaerion burned him with its wrath."

The bearded man turned to look at him, wonder and fear alike shining in his eyes.

"Metatron was the greatest among angels. He was the unyielding wall all of our kind could rely upon. Even amongst the Fallen, we venerate him for his strength, despite hating him as the enemy. And you... you have summoned him."

The Fallen Angel drew back when his expression remained unchanged.

"You have no idea of what is going to happen," the man growled, "Just a single rumor, a single iota of what happened leaks through, and the forces of Heaven would descend upon this place to comb and search for the truth. And when they find you, and should they find what you can do, they will forcibly extract your power from your body so that Metatron may take corporeal form and reign once more. And then he will take up Inaerion, and cast aside the treaty and resume the crusade against the Burning Hells and us. They angels will follow him without question, and the Great War will come once more to devour this world."

There were a lot of assumptions in the man's rant. A lot of assumptions that were both wrong and erroneously made. He could at least correct some of them.

"He will do no such thing."

Dohnaseek scoffed, the arrogant, Fallen side of him coming through.

"And what makes you think that?"

"Because I will not let him."

To his left, Mittelt made a sound that was half between a snort and a laugh.

"You've got to be kidding. A human, ordering around an Archangel? The very idea is dumb," she sneered at him, though from her, it resembled more of a pout than a sneer, "That is provided what you are saying is even true," she turned to her fellow Fallen Angels, frustration evident on her childish features, "Why are we even here? Listening to this stupid prattle? He could by lying to us and all of you are here sitting around him drinking it in!"

"You saw Metatron," Dohnaseek snarled at her, "You saw him appearing behind him. Appearing to punish us."

"It could have been an illusion," the girl crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest, "There are Sacred Gears that can do that."

He had no wish to correct her. He had shown the devils his Persona as a gesture of goodwill in return for them telling him the truth. He need not do the same for these Fallen. He owed them nothing.

As it turned out, he didn't need to, as Kalawarner suddenly stood up from her chair, knocking over the flimsy seat in the process.

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