"Where have you taken Asia?!" Rias shouted, her red aura flaring up her hair.
The bitchy Beelzebub descendant ignored her and looked to Mitarai's scowling sclera. "You've all gotten in the way of the Old Satan faction enough. I'll especially enjoy killing the Red Dragon Emperor for turning Katerea against us!
Everyone was taken aback a few paces as a volcanic explosion occurred around Mitarai.
His eyes transmuting into flames as the intense desire to kill was suffocating Shalba.
"YOU... DEATH WILL TAKE YOU! YOU'LL BEG... BUT YOU'LL BE OBLITERATED! YOU TOOK ASIA, SO YOUR EXISTENCE WILL BE EXTINGUISHED!"
[ALL OF YOU LEAVE AT ONCE! NO ONE STAY HERE!] Ddraig warned all of them, urging them before they got themselves hurt.
It might have pushed his host beyond his limit if he had realized.
[I, who am about to awaken,
I am the Heavenly Dragon who has stolen the principles of domination from God,
I laugh at the "infinite", and I grieve at the "dream",
I shall become the Red Dragon of Domination,
And I shall sink you to the depths of the crimson purgatory…]
They heeded the dragon's desperate threat as they looked in shock at the advanced demonic visage of Takashi Mitarai's current form.
It definitely looked more dragon-like, but the size was also more monstrous. The armor possesses claw-like growths on the hands and feet, as well as horns and a fanged mouth on the helmet.
Sticking out were three large, scaly scythes coming out of the shoulder blades, with the tail gaining a spear-like look to it.
"N-NOW... NOW... I'M REALLY ANGRY!" Mitarai screamed, somehow still coherent enough.
Despite the size, Takashi was able to move pretty fast. He traveled like a tank, upheaving anything in his past; the Gremory group had to avoid the pillars and chunks of the roof thrown away by his feet alone.
Shalba quickly used the Ophis snake; ironic, given that he looked down upon Diodora for doing the same so early. However, his situation was more important, he rationalized.
It didn't matter as the multitude of shields put up were simply reduced into crumbs as Shalba found himself flying out of the temple.
SPURT!!
Blood leaked out of him as he panted, shock and disbelief on his face. He didn't even have time to get angry as Mitarai's domineering form peered at the ant that had angered him.
Shalba had committed a grave sin; Diodora's dead body was picked up by his peripheral vision.
A burst of elemental attacks came from his hand, but Takashi simply waved his hand, and Shalba screamed in pain as he fell back as soon as he tried to get back up.
'I-impossible! How is he this strong?! I-I'm a descendant of Beelzebub!'
Despite his confident proclamations, fear was the first emotion that Shalba felt as Mitarai let out a soul-screeching and menacingly approached the weakened devil.
His body went ragdoll into the air once again
"He's going berserk," Rias noted, going wide-eyed alongside everyone else at the display of potent rage.
As much as she wanted to go, Rias was aware that she would be nothing but a nuisance and might even make things worse.
'Please... Don't die on us, Mitarai... Asia.'
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With the exaggerated swagger of a twelve-winged fallen angel, Azazel swiped down waves of aggressive devils.
From the two-pronged spear of light, a magical circle formed that opened a gate to blast out a whole armory of light spears, vanquishing the devils into a dust parade.
"You sure are making things easy for me," Azazel commented.
"That's far enough, filthy crow!"
Azazel looked back to see a man appear out of the Asmodeus circle, pale, with pointy ears.
The man with the small ponytail had dark hair and burning eyes, with his clothes following a dark motif, coupled with red belts. "So one of the masterminds finally appears."
"I am Creuserey Asmodeus, a true descendant of Asmodeus!" His eyes narrowed intensely at the fallen angel.
"As a member of the True Satan faction, I'll avenge you all for what you've done to Katerea Leviathan."
Azazel's eyebrow perked up when he saw the infinity symbol appear. "Using the power from Ophis, we will destroy this world and create a new world for devils!"
Immediately, Azazel guarded against a fearsome, massive magical mace that was summoned out of nowhere. The force pushed him back, only to find a boulder raining upon him.
"Good grief!" Azazel said, summoning a light sword with a cross guard and cutting down the large rocks around him.
Creuserey appeared behind Azazel with a kick, but the fallen fell back and did a hand-stand kick to knock him back, but Creuserey didn't give up so easily, clutched the leg and threw him back.
"PERISH!" Creuserey shouted, unleashing a red energy blast wave.
Azazel had managed to put up several magical shields, but they still managed to push him back. He swiped his light sword, but Creuserey grabbed Azazel's hand and punched him in the gut, blasting him away again before following up with a series of kicks and a two-handed blast.
Creuserey cringed when he felt a light spear nip at his shoulder. "Filthy fallen! I'll have to pay you back even more!" he shouted.
'Geez, not even giving me a chance to activate my toy,' Azazel thought, dodging the death parade of demonic bullets that charged at him.
"That said, I think you can still help me out, Fafnir."
Creuserey unfolded his wings. "No, you don't!"
A new arrival came as Creuserey immediately focused his hate on the new arrival, pointing his finger indignantly.
"Sirzechs! You damned artificial existence!"
Azazel flapped down, seeing the two opposing devils. "Well, he sure gave me the run around. Though I could have taken him on, Sirzechs," Azazel said, the Crimson Lucifer only nodding, but still focusing on Creuserey.
"Creuserey. For the existence of species known as devils to survive, war is an asinine baggage to bring."
This didn't convince the Asmodeus heir. "A bastard who deals not only with fallen angels, but angels, has no right to speak of the devils!"
Like a mocking clap, Azazel just tapped the Downfall Dragon Spear in his hand.
"I don't think that's fair coming from a miserable misfit who joins a happy-go-lucky club like the Khaos Brigade."
Sirzechs's eyes turned bloody, piercing Creuserey, as he stared more seriously. "As one of the Four Satans, I will eliminate anyone who is against the current Underworld."
From his hand came a diluted nebula orb. It suddenly expanded into a domain that engulfed Creuserey, his body melting into nothingness.
"T-this is?! Impossible! Why must the real thing lose to a fake?!" he screamed, then disappeared entirely.
"The snake is also gone from him..."
Sirzechs' voice trailed as he and Azazel froze, feeling the intense aura packaged into what was an under-dressed gothic Loli floating casually.
"Looks like you came. I'm surprised."
Ophis just smiled. "Hello. It's been a while."
Sirzechs didn't make a move against her. "If we defeat you, will peace finally be achieved?" the redhead devil asked.
Ophis just had the same expression. "Impossible. I can't be defeated," she calmly stated, like she had just used facts and logic, which don't care about feelings.
Azazel pointed the lance-like dagger at her, though it posed no threat. "In that case, what is the point of leading this terrorist army? Your power is in a league of its own. There should be no need for this."
Ophis looked to the sky. "A world of silence. That is what I want to return to. The Dimensional Gap... I wish to reclaim it, and the silence that comes with it," she spoke, showing a bit of lamentation in the goal, like it had been something she had strived for an innumerable number of times.
Her day-dreaming look disappeared as she turned to the large explosion of power from the temple, the shockwave making her float and fumble; a crack of curiosity appeared in her stoic countenance, whilst Azazel and Sirzechs were more in shock.
Blue bullets killed those threatening the group as Kuroka unleashed a torrent of flames, burning the devils to the ground.
"I'll be sure to protect all of you!" Kuroka spoke, looking out for Fujimai, Shuri, and Valerie.
"I'm worried about the fighting," Ingvild spoke, feeling the intensity rattle her weary bones; after all, she had only recently awoken from a super slumber.
Skeletons were measured into a mountain as Ilulu closed her breath, flames dying out of it. The short-stack dragon had a look of annoyance on her face.
"I don't like it! Master was going to call me, and I'd be able to beat up everyone in the Rating Game, but now I'm not going anywhere!"
Her complaining was stopped suddenly, ringing in her body as concern sank into her eyes.
"Something is wrong with Master," she commented, the others soon noticing the sudden rise in power as well as turbulent emotions bursting from the temple and racking their senses.
"I... I have to help my mate!" Ilulu called out, reaching out to Kuroka for help teleporting through the barrier.
"I don't know if I can," Kuroka fearfully stated.
"Could I help?" Valerie asked, eager to be as useful as possible.
Ingvild stepped forward as well, putting a hand on her chest. "I have lots of magic power. Will that be helpful?"
For perhaps the first time, Ilulu had a gratuitous smile for someone other than Takashi Mitarai. She nodded as they prepared to travel to the scene of the disaster.
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