"Of course, other things might be fake, but my desire to bring Bethel back is genuine." Alaric said, nodding with a serious expression.
"Tch!" Medici clicked his tongue but said no more. He wasn't particularly close to Bethel, nor were they enemies. After all, Bethel had followed Tudor long after Medici's demise.
By the time Medici was active in the world again, Bethel had already been sealed in a subspace, corrupted by an Outer Deity for who knows how long.
In that sense, it was hard to say which of them was more unfortunate.
Still, Medici had a sense of Bethel's character. Compared to Amon, he'd much rather see Bethel become the Lord of the Mysteries.
Alaric briefly explained how to use the emblem, then added, "Oh, by the way, while you're working for me, do you want me to provide room and board, or are you sticking with the True Creator's side?"
Medici glanced at him, a sly smirk spreading across his face. "As a boss, providing room and board for your employees is the bare minimum, don't you think?"
Alaric wasn't surprised. He knew Medici wanted to stick close to observe him, gathering more intel.
Alaric didn't mind. With Adam already lurking nearby, and possibly even some Amons hiding in the air, one more Red Angel was hardly a concern.
In fact, having a Red Angel antagonistic to Adam by his side could help balance things out... a deliberate reason for Alaric's question.
"Though, to be fair, with this setup, I've got God Almighty (Adam), the Lord of the Mysteries (Klein), and the Calamity Hunter all together. Add a Demoness, and I could practically synthesize my own mini Original Creator." Alaric mused inwardly, then began to seriously consider, "But speaking of, maybe I should get a bigger house. I've got a bit of a Pokémon collector vibe... definitely going to recruit more people to work for me. A small house won't cut it!"
While members of the same organization didn't need to live together, a headquarters for rest and gathering was essential.
"Hmm, no rush, though. The current place is big enough for now. I can look for something better when more people join…" Alaric thought, eyeing Medici. "If you're living with me, you'll need a disguise and to know about the personas I use."
This was a test. Alaric was curious how much Adam had shared with the True Creator's side.
"You mean that idiot persona you're using now?" Medici said, clearly aware. "I don't get your twisted sense of fun. You're as bad as Amon."
"Looks like Adam did share quite a bit with you." Alaric said with a smile, then looked at Medici seriously. "Just remember the setup for this persona and don't let me get exposed. Otherwise…"
He paused, then grinned. "No need to wait for the Primordial Demoness to create a mini Original Creator. I could invite the real Original Creator over for a tea party with you all."
"Perhaps you're looking forward to that?"
Medici's pupils shrank. He instinctively tried to discern if Alaric was bluffing, but the result was clear... this guy seemed capable of summoning the Original Creator and wouldn't hesitate to do so.
"You're a complete lunatic!" Medici growled through gritted teeth.
"Thanks for the compliment." Alaric said with a smile, then added as if recalling something, "Oh, almost forgot. Adam made a deal with me. He wants the Ancient Sun God to see the world, understand its full scope, and make a choice."
"What choice?" Medici asked, clearly puzzled.
Alaric didn't elaborate, only saying, "That's not important. Let's talk about your new persona, Red Angel."
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Though reluctant to leave his friends and family in Tingen, Klein didn't linger long. After the Nighthawks approved his three-year leave and he successfully exchanged merits for the Magician potion, Klein settled Benson and Melissa, then boarded a steam train to Backlund under his new persona.
"Sherlock Moriarty, a detective from the Midseashire…" Klein sat on the train, mentally rehearsing his new identity.
To avoid implicating his family, he couldn't use his real identity in Backlund. With Jack's advice and help, Klein had secured this new persona. He was now Sherlock Moriarty, a detective trying his luck in Backlund.
He chose this identity because a detective could naturally interact with all sorts of people, making it reasonable for him to appear in any setting. It was perfect for building connections and seeking clues about the Seer pathway.
"Sherlock, I'm bored. Want to hear a joke?" A familiar voice piped up beside him.
Klein glanced at his seatmate, unsurprised to see Alaric, his face practically screaming boredom.
Why was Alaric here? His Jack persona had successfully resigned, so he was heading to Backlund with Klein.
Recalling the terrible puns Alaric had told before, Klein shivered and quickly said, "No jokes, thanks. We're almost at Backlund. Why don't you tell me more about Miss Red instead?"
Miss Red full name unknown, was someone Jack had mentioned three days ago. Apparently, after learning Klein was heading to Backlund, Lucifer had sent a friend to stay at Jack's place. Barring any surprises, they'd be sharing a house with this "Miss Red" for a while.
"It's a big house, so one more person won't matter. He can take the second floor, and we'll stay on the third!" Jack had said nonchalantly, though he grumbled, "But that old guy actually has friends? With his personality, I thought he'd only have enemies!"
Klein didn't join in mocking Mr. Lucifer, though he secretly agreed.
Given Mr. Lucifer's personality, it was hard to imagine him having friends.
And… an angel's friend... could they be ordinary?
Curiosity and a touch of nervousness stirred in Klein as he thought about meeting this "Miss Red."
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Hi guys, Elenea here! I just want to announce that starting now I'll be trying to focus on my own original fanfic, which I've been thinking about for the past few days (lol I really mulled this over briefly for a few days and decided I'm going to make it a full novel).
If you want to read it, feel free to stop by and leave a five-star and that power stone.
[Worse Than the Devil (DxD)]
Synopsis:
Devil.
An evil and chaotic creatures born from hell who often blamed by humans for the mistakes they themselves commit.
"The devil made me do it."
A phrase always uttered by humans after committing crimes, casting blame and responsibility for their wrongdoings onto the devil.
But not all humans are like that, for there is one man who would gleefully commit atrocities that would be condemned by all of human history and accept the blame and responsibility for those wrongs with open arms.
His name is Michael, but in stark contrast to the meaning of his name 'Who is like God' he is not a devout man who draws near to God's embrace. Instead… he is the one who sends lost sheep to meet God's embrace much faster.
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Don't forget to stop by, otherwise I'll actually slap you online lol.
Btw, a quick note before you decide to read, if you have a heart as pure as glass, I suggest you don't read this because it REALLY gets dark to early. The first chapter will give you a little idea of what I might explore later on in this fanservice harem-themed world like DxD.
Adios!