Shirou blinked as Sona stiffened at the words 'Magical Girl Cosplayer', the redhead looking on in growing concern as the normally composed Devil slowly turned several shades paler, her pupils shrinking behind her spectacles "Kaichou…Sona-san?" he pressed, using her first name when the use of her title got no reaction "You okay?"
"It can't be…!" Sona whispered, her normally composed expression replaced with one of dawning terror, as if all her ghosts had come back to haunt her and brought their friends along for the ride "She can't be here…not today! I took extra precautions this time!"
"She?" Shirou repeated, honestly a little unnerved by the normally reserved Devil's change in demeanour, only to blink as she suddenly took off like a bat out of hell, pun intended, leaving him and the other teens gaping after her in shock.
"I…think you lot had better steer clear of the gym for a bit." He warned the stragglers, earning a round of affirming nods from the teens, who wisely decided to make themselves scarce while he made to follow the distraught heiress. As he drew closer to the Gym, he caught a crowd of muttering teens marching the other way, several of them, Matsuda and Motohama in particular, cursing Saji for being a Killjoy.
"Bastard probably wants to keep her for himself." The Three-Sizes-Scouter grumbled, "It's bad enough he and Issei are surrounded by beauties, but at least Issei can't boss us around!"
"I wouldn't mind being bossed around by Sona-Kaichou." Matsuda admitted with a perverse grin "She might not be as Moe as Asia-chan or Koneko-chan, but her figure's close enough to prgh-!"
"Sorry, thought I saw a bug." Shirou deadpanned as he lowered his fist, leaving Motohama to keep Matsuda from 'going into the light', possibly because he knew all too well that was hell his comrade was stepping into, the rest of the crowd parting like the red sea as the redhead strode towards the gym, only to blink at the sight before him.
"Sona-chan!" a perky young woman cried out as she literally tackle-glomped a mortified looking Sona, though aside from her colourful outfit and star-themed baton, which for some reason summoned a flash of Rin, Luvia, Illyasviel and some other poor girl in similar attire, Shirou couldn't see anything particularly intimidating about her "What's wrong, Sona-chan? You're blushing like crazy!" she exclaimed, stepping back with a look of concern only to pout at her silence "You've finally been reunited with your beloved Onee-sama, shouldn't you be a lot happier to see me?"
"Onee-sama?" Shirou repeated, drawing attention from the other occupants of the hall, which consisted of the members of the Gremory Peerage and a flustered looking Saji "Wait, isn't Sona's sister…"
"Serafall Leviathan." Xenovia supplied dutifully as the Devil in question continued to gush in front of her younger sibling, the former exorcist having accompanied the Gremory Peerage due to conversing with Asia "One of the Four Great Satans, and former heiress to House Sitri of the 72 pillars."
Shirou…honestly didn't know how to respond to that. Rather than being unable to say anything, he just couldn't bring himself to comment on the situation playing out before him.
He hadn't forgotten the overwhelming power he'd sensed when Sirzechs had teleported into the Occult Research Clubroom, that soul-crushing presence that belied the handsome, gentle features of the man behind it. While he'd been assured by several parties, most notably Rias and Azazel, that the current Lucifer was a benign figure who valued peace, there was no denying the fact that, personality aside, Sirzechs was a monster that surpassed anything Shirou had ever experienced, even factoring in the memories of his alternate selves. The only thing that even came close to surpassing him had been-
I̲̎ͣ͝t͕̪̥͛s̀́̄ͪ̋̃ͨ ̱ͦͩ̽n̻̩̻̗̣͔̒̊͗ȃ̖̹̱̯̰͢ͅm̢̎͑ͤͤ͂̏e̳ͅ ̺̬̺̣̺̗̰͋̒̓̀ĭ͉͓͍ͨ͋̐̄ͥͨ́s͉̟̭̈ͤ̆ͦͫ́ ̠͈ͨ͌͗͌͂ͤͥͅB̬͇̩͍͖̮̅͑ͨe̸̫̘̠͍ả̡̭̐ṡ͢ṱ̻̫͓̈̂̍̏̽ͯͪ ̠͇̩̓̐Ḭ̬̬͕̟͎̳͒̈́͌͗̊͗,ͣ̒̃̏͌̓̅͏ ̶̔ͪ̽ť̝͎͙̭͈̣͖̔͒̋͊̀̋h͐ͬͥͫͨ̚҉͈͕̦e̜̰̿̋̃ͪ̀̕ ̛̒̇̓̀͛͛B̹͚̖̭̝̃̾ͅe̬͉̰̗̫̒͛̑́a̲̝̥̻͍͍͑̿ͤ̈́s̺͎̪ͣ̽̎ͫͯ̊́ͅẗ̳͚͉̹͙̞̪ ̪̲̦̪̹̪̱͠ț͋̒̂̀͜ḧ̗͕̩̥͉̗̐̎ͨa͜t͔͕̲͍̘̻ͮ̇̈ͥ̌̉ͅ ̿̾̎͏̝͚c̙͕͉͍͉̮͂ͩ̍͆̌͒̚a͙͎͚̞l̨̺͙̻̦̱̱l͊̔̿͒e̡͓̳̳̒d͗ ̬͖̠̮̹̏ịͭ́t̗̍͂̆̓̈́̕s̜̻̯̗e͕̘̦̖̭̓̾͊̏̓͌̕ͅl̺̖̿̏ͅf̝̫͢ ̡͕͎̖̪ͮ̓͐͋̌K҉̞i̛̞̟͉̹̒͋ͦͪ͒̾n̻͙͓̅ͥ̽̉͊͒͞ͅg͖̹̼̱̯̦̲ͯ͑͌̿͒ ̛̟̂̉ͭo̴̗̝̦͎̖͆̍͐̿ͅf̖̐́̇̅ͣ̌ ̨̥͓͚ͯ̓͒̾̇̿ͅD͔̘̦̰̥̼̹ͪͬ̂̈̋̉͡ėͨ̿̚m̻̭͕̩̩͖̼̋͒̋o̺ͨn̠̗̣͖̱̣s͇͖ͫ͆̊̆͗͆̕,̭̥̮͇̭̞̪͌ͥ ̫͚̹͙̰̦̱͒͗̕c̫̞̘̱̭͇̃̚͝a͑ͪ̽ͤ̇͏̲͚̬͉̤̮͎r̖̆̆ͩ̄̊̾r̷̞ͪͬ̆͛̅y̜̹͔̜̺ͥ͛ͩ̎̽̓̔ͅi̹̪̭̋n͉̼̩̼͇̼̐ͨ̏̌g͔̹̏̿ͧ ̺̱̤̜̥̟͔͆̂̏̑ṱ͒͒̽ͮh̦̞̖ͨ͋ͧ͗̑̽ͅẻ̷̤̤̙̣̟ͤ̐͆̋̇ ̙p̦̣̣̯͓̍̓̍ͮͣͧ͞r͚̬̼͕ï̤̰̭̄̄͡n̻̭͓͔͎͙̺͘c͕̘̰͆̐͑̐͒ͫ͝î̶̙̙̝̜̠ͫp̡̹͓̼ͫ͑l͖̹̦̩̲̝̗̿̉ͫẹ̯̹̰͌̾ ̸̞̟͈̟̅̀o͏̩͍̞̰̘̩f̬̾̇̃͂̋ ̥̰͖̱ͣͣ̅͐͢'̯̅͐̅p̤͈̀i͈̠̬̤̭̐̓̏̉ͨ̈́͝t͚̲̘̻̄̓̔y̗̰̔͟'̤͙̠̩͔̄̆ͮ,̂҉̳̹̣̙̫̝͙ ͚̮͉̗͓̱̭͊̏ͯ͋̄ͪ̍a̯̦̤̱̗͔ͦ͡ ̽͛̏ͥ̋ͩ̀ş̜͚̆̌͆ͭŷ͓̮̳̬̆ͪ̍͌́̍͝s̲̙͙͕ͣt̬́ȅ̳͉̟͉͕̺͋̀ͪ̀̚m͈̯̊̆͊̊ ̛̰̙̿̉t̪ͩ̊ô̙͎̱͚ͦ͌̇͞ ̭̘̗͈̀̄̂e̜͓̫̻̗ͫ͋ͪ͆ͨ̔̎f̛͙̙̥̗̱̏f̴̗̼͚̖ͨ̀͐ͯǐ̷̮ͭ̒̉̂ͤc̵͕̄̈̐̌͋͊ịͭͬ̍͑e̩ͩͤ͌̓n̜͖̜͎ͨ̊ͩ͑͛tͮ̽ͥ́҉̮̜̭͙̗̳ͅḽ̻̥͉͕̜͙ͤy̛͗ͬ͛͐ͪ̓ ̮͈͙̓̂̍ͅp̯̼̪̠̀r̥̻̭̲ọ̗̭̤̞̬ͮ͒̈́͊̔mͬ͋̑͊͒ͫ̎o̞͚̐͋͋̆̃t̸̺̺̉̎è̻͛ ̛̲̫̼̱͌̋ͤ̋ͩ̑ͅp̅ͯͮ͒͑r͕͎̘̞ͯ̆ͤͩ̍̔ͣo̳ͮ͒͑p̪̺͍̤̝e̮̹̬̼ͪͦͫͮ́̄͞r͓̈́͋̾͌͐͡ ̒ͧ̔̅̇͘'̺͈̝̖̬̟ͫ̃ͪ̌r̹̩͉̬̖̋͒̽̑̓̂e̝̮̦̹̗̳̘ͫ̒̍ͪ̕ả̧̤ͦ͋ͧ̚s͉̳̰̤͆ǫ̞͖͇̬̥ͣͪͩ͐̿̉n͖̦̹̘̮ͅ'ͪ͒̈́̽ͤ͑ ̯̳̳͇̈́t͍̩̮͗ͥh͔͓̝̦ͭ̌ͦͫͥa͇̼̗̘͉̲̺ͤ͌̿̃̿̽̽t̅ ̮̮ͯͭ̓ͩ̄̾̃ͅbͭ͏͎͍͈̜̰̪̣ẹ̢͙̣͔̈́ͧ̚c̢ͮͬ̌̈̔a̗̒̌ͅm̢̦͙͎̻̮͂̐ͨͨ̏͊ͧͅe͇̜͎ͅ ̥̖a͈̬̮̼̦ͩ ̰͔͙̠ͭͧ̊ͫ͆̔ͩc͙͍͓̠͚ͨ͋͠u̻̙͐r̸͖͍̺̹͙͖̆ͣ̍̏ͅs͍͕̑e̦̻͇ͩͧ̒ ̯͎̲̪̣ͅt̷̰͓̟ͣȯ̬̪̪̙͓̹ ͖̳̤̞̣͉̺̏̀̚ḁ̤͙ͥͧ̆͘t̨̙̮̤͈̊̈́t͙̞̮̫̠͉̚͟a̵̺̥̘̹͔͕ͮ͊̓̎i͍͉̙͍̱̾ͅn̟̫͋͌ͦ͂ ̯̫̭̑͝t̽ͨŗ̗͍ͭu̞̥̹̥̤̱̮̒͒ͫͨ̊̄e̍́͒ ͎̤͙͇̪̌ͬ͂̉̓͐w̱͎̖̠ͦ̉̋͂ͥ͛̊i̊͌s̋ͧͮd̜ͥͅo̪̦̼̮̬̠̣͆̽ͦ͂͑m̼̙̠̻͖ͯͪͩ͒ͥ.ͤ͋ͯ͗̌̎
"Whoa, Emiya, you alright?" Issei called out, snapping the Faker out of his thoughts with a hand on his shoulder "Dude I know she's hot and all but I don't think perving on one of the Maou is a good idea, especially since Kaichou's right there!"
"What are you-?" Shirou began, only to trail off at the taste of iron on his lips, his eyes widening as he reached up to examine the area only to find them bloody as they pulled back "How did-?"
"Your nose just started bleeding while you were staring off into space." Sirzechs supplied, the Faker turning to see the Lucifer standing next to a concerned looking Rias and an older gentleman who could only be their father, given the color of his hair and eyes "Though contrary to Issei-kun's belief, I doubt it was any fault of Serafall's."
"Not for lack of trying, mind you." A familiar voice chuckled, Shirou's eyes widening as he whipped around to see Azazel smirking lazily at him, the Governor General dressed, as always, in his usual kimono, though he'd thrown a Haori over it, giving him the appearance of a rugged vagabond from a samurai drama "Nice to see you're as perky as ever, Serafall."
"Azazel?" Shirou stammered, earning looks of alarm from the younger Devils sans Asia, who merely blinked in surprise as Issei leapt in front of her while Saji interposed himself between Sona and Serafall, though the elder sister didn't seem overly bothered by the Fallen's presence "What're you doing here?"
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