The moment the door knob turned, Godou had already sharpened his senses, knowing that whoever stood on the other side was a threat. By the time the newcomer entered, Godou had already acted. In the blink of an eye, he was out of his bed, pointing a sword at her throat.
The terrified scream the girl made however, caused him to immediately recoil.
"Eek! What the hell is your problem, you bastard?! Do you go around pointing swords at everyone you meet?"
He dropped his arm, but not his guard. The girl before him held unfathomable power, even if she seemed to be suppressing it a great deal. Her short red hair reminded him of an inferno, and her fox-like eyes hid a cunning edge Godou could only recognize because of past unpleasant experiences.
He recognized her for what she was. He'd met enough of them to know her presence here was probably bad news.
"You're a God," he stated with an almost accusatory tone.
If she was surprised, the goddess didn't show it. "Why, yes I am. Sharp senses you have, boy. I am Loki."
Godou narrowed his eyes. "Loki's a man."
The frown she suddenly wore made him feel on edge. There was a sharp pull on his other hand and he suddenly found himself squeezing something soft.
"Does this feel like a man's to you?" she asked.
Godou's mouth dropped. He could feel all the blood rushing to his cheeks and he instantly took a step back before the situation could get any worse. He jabbed the sword angrily in her direction. "You...you...you molested me!"
"Excuse me? You're the one that was touching my breast!" Loki shouted back. Then she smirked. "Did you like it?"
Oh Lord, Godou realized. This girl was even more brazen than Erica. "You forced me. That's...that's still sexual harassment!" Why was he feeling so embarrassed? It wasn't like it was his first time doing this sort of thing. And he had to admit...even if they were small, Loki's breast had felt...nice.
Her smirk grew wider when Godou realized his face had betrayed his uncertainty.
"You're a pervert," he realized.
"Yes, I am," Loki said, completely unashamed.
So Loki was a girl. He shouldn't have been that surprised. Lancelot had been a girl too, and that hadn't turned out so bad. He'd nearly died, but then he hadn't, and he'd still somehow managed to gain her undying loyalty.
Reluctantly, he forced himself to relax. He couldn't imagine a God behaving like this to mean him any harm...for now at least. Sighing, he handed the sword hilt-first back to Aiz, who had remained in her seat in stunned silence the whole time. "Sorry for borrowing your sword," he said.
Both Loki's and Aiz's eyes widened in surprise, and the blonde quickly twisted her body to discover the empty sheath hanging at the side of her waist. With a look of caution, she took the sword back, inspecting it for a moment before sliding it back into its scabbard. Godou noted that even after she kept it, she left one hand on the hilt protectively.
He took a seat back on his bed. He wasn't tired, not after the long nap he'd had, but standing made everything feel more tense than it needed to be.
Loki took a step towards him and Godou gave her a wary look. "I don't bite," she promised. Then she gave him a sly look. "Unless you want me to."
Godou scooted away. "You're really Loki?" he asked.
The goddess rolled her eyes. "Of course I'm Loki. You can ask her," she said, pointing at Aiz. "She's part of my Familia."
Aiz gave a short nod.
If anything, that short statement had raised a lot more questions. "What's a Familia?"
Loki squinted at him and her eyes turned into thin lines. "You're an adventurer and you don't know what a Familia is?"
"Adventurer," Godou repeated. "I... don't know what that is either."
"For Heaven's sake!" Loki threw her hands into the air exasperatedly. "You walked out of the Dungeon covered in monster blood!"
Godou tilted his head at her, feeling more confused than ever.
The goddess sank into an empty chair, brought a hand to her face, and sighed deeply. "You don't know what the Dungeon is either, do you?"
Godou nodded. Nothing Loki had said so far made any sense to him.
Loki started making a bunch of weird hand gestures. "Dark, maze-like place. Lots of monsters? Ring any bells?"
Godou blinked. Then he nodded, wincing at the painful memory. Nonstop fighting for who knew how long—even a Campione couldn't walk out of that without feeling tired. "I remember now. Not a nice place. So many weird creatures that kept wanting to kill me."
Loki leaned towards him, eyeing him like he was a piece of meat. "Yet here you are. How are you so stupid and still alive?"
"Hey!" But Godou stopped when he realized that was a good question. How was he still alive? As far as he remembered, Thanatos' scythe had cut through his neck quite cleanly. Then the next thing he knew, he'd awoken in some dark place surrounded by monsters and he'd had to fight his way out. "I don't know. I'm lucky, I guess."
That's what Erica and the rest always seemed to call him, but he didn't think luck was something he could call his ally after he'd fought with so many deities of fate and fortune. A pang of hurt struck him. And here he'd thought that with his demise he could be reunited with all the girls that left him nearly a century ago. Magic had extended their lives, but there was only so long they could live before a Campione's vitality outpaced theirs. Guess he wasn't so lucky after all.
Loki didn't look even one bit convinced. "But you have a Falna right?"
Godou raised up a hand. "Look, I think you're going to have to get used to the fact that I'm completely clueless and that you need to explain any weird terms you'll be using."
"A Falna is a God's blessing. It grants mortals abilities and strengthens their stats."