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"Sorry guys, gotta go, club stuff." The Pawn apologised, grabbing Asia by the hand as they raced off, Shirou waiting for them to leave before rising to follow them, having caught the Pawn's eyes as he raced past.
Something was up. Nothing good either if the look of alarm in Issei's eyes was any indication, a hunch which Shirou confirmed the moment he stepped out into the hall only to find Sona, Saji and Tsubaki marching past "Trouble?".
"Rias-san's familiar found something." Tsubaki confirmed dutifully, Sona merely acknowledging his presence with a nod while Saji waved in greeting "We're going to teleport to her co-ordinates using the circle in the Student Council Room."
Shirou nodded, keeping pace with the devils as they made their way unopposed down the halls, Sona's intimidating stare driving off teachers and hall-monitors alike until they were safe within the walls of the student council office, where a Magic Circle was being prepared by Momo and Reya.
"Ready when you are, Kaichou!" the albino Bishop greeted, flushing slightly at the sight of Saji, only to blink at the sight of Shirou beside him "Emiya-kun? What's he doing here?"
"Emiya-kun offered his assistance in this matter." Sona cut in, her stride never halting as she strode into the middle of the circle "Please ensure that no-on enters the room until we return. If anyone asks, we're dealing with the faulty wiring."
The rest of the council nodded, Emiya ignoring them in favour of stepping onto the now glowing circle warily, noting the centre of the circle smelled heavily of Sona's element just before the world flashed white and he was suddenly outside facing the Occult Research Group. "Sona, you came!" Rias greeted, eyeing her oldest friend and rival with relief.
"Why wouldn't I come after you called me?" Sona scoffed, as if the very idea was ludicrous, ignoring Rias' smile of gratitude only to cry out as Shirou, without warning, whipped around and hurled a suddenly traced Kanshou at the nearby woods "Emiya-kun?!" she began, only to blink as a yelp from the woods preceded a clash of steel.
"How long are you going to keep lurking out there, Freed Sellzen?" Shirou demanded, his eyes hard as he held up a hand to catch the black blade on the return flight, the Devils falling into formation at the mention of the Stray Exorcists name, Issei and Saji summoning their Sacred Gears.
"Tch, fucking spoilsport, ruined my big entrance." Freed swore, the Exorcist stomping out of the woods, Excalibur Invisibility held in hand "And to think I went to the trouble of waiting for those Devil Shits…mm?" his annoyance gave way to a perverse leer at the sight of Asia "Well now, if it isn't the treacherous witch, Asia Argento!" he cackled at her look of discomfort "So tell me, how's life as a piece of shit devil treating ya?"
"Bastard!" Issei snarled, stepping forward, intent on pounding Freed's head into the pavement only to freeze as Rias and Sona stepped to the fore, magic circles bearing their clan's crests literally in hand.
"Whoa-there! Time out four-eyes!" Freed called out, though it seemed he actually had something to say rather than actually fearing for his life "Gotta talk to red for a bit." He leered sickeningly at Rias, who shivered despite herself "That is…my BOSS wants to."
The first indication Shirou had that something was wrong was the devils, sans Rias and Sona, suddenly doubling over as if in pain. While he at first blamed Freed for the act, he soon revised his opinion as the scent of power hit him like a freight train just as the sky darkened overhead.
Blood.
So much blood.
Enough blood to drown the world.
Enough to stain even the Holiest of Holy Swords.
It wasn't as intimidating as whatever the hell Rias' scent was, nor was it as foul as the sludge that embodied All-The-World's-Evil, but it was easily a match for the aura of death that had emanated from Saber after being tainted by the Blackened Grail, Shirou's heart threatening to tear itself from his chest as he turned his gaze upwards to watch Death descend on Ten Blackened Wings.
"Kokabiel…" he uttered softly, recalling the words of warning Xenovia had given him back at the church, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the Excaliburs' thief "The Fallen Star of Heaven."
"Hm? Have we met before, boy?" the Grigori wondered, his handsome features regarding the Faker with detached interest, as one might regard a particularly interesting crack on the sidewalk "No matter, as you say, I am indeed Kokabiel of the Grigori." He inclined his head towards the group, more accurately, the scowling forms of Sona and Rias "And unless I miss my guess, I stand before the daughters of House Gremory and Sitri."
"A Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Leader of the Grigori faction." Rias returned, her tone confident, arms crossed beneath her breasts as Sona stepped up beside her fellow King, her features set in a cold mask.
"Such beautiful crimson hair you have." The angel complimented his voice sending shivers down the Devil's spines whereas Shirou was keeping an eye on Freed "It reminds me so much of your brother Sirzechs that it actually sickens me."
"I see." Rias noted, her smile turning decidedly cold "So what brings a Fallen of your calibre to our territory? I'm sure you're aware, but while our elder siblings may be Satans; neither Sona nor myself hold any political connections that may benefit you."
"Rest assured my intentions are nothing like that at all," Kokabiel replied with a dry smile "I merely sought to request a favour of you both. After all, you devils are in the business of granting wishes, right?" he hoisted something from under his arm "Here, I even brought a down payment."
"Irina-!" Issei yelled, eyes widening in alarm as the Fallen dangled his childhood friend by a leg for all to see, her uniform torn in several place, revealing numerous bleeding wounds "Damn it! Let her go!" he snapped, lunging forwards just as Kokabiel hurled the Exorcist at them, Shirou beating the Pawn to the punch, catching the wounded girl bridal-style in mid-air before dropping down with a grunt.
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