Lucifer's Spawn: Reignited

Archons, Visions and Black Magic Fuckery

Sona usually liked to think of herself as well educated in most circumstances.

This was not one of them.

She and Y/n had landed in an absolutely stunning location with lush grass, towering mountains and people with tribal masks on that were raising spears and crossbows at them...

... Wait a fucking minute.

The tribal looking people yelled at the two in an unknown language. Sona immediately tried her methods of defusing a situation.

Sona: "I don't think they understand human language. You don't perhaps speak the native language, do you?."

Y/n: "I speak the universal language if that helps."

Sona: "What's that?"

Y/n's smirk widened into insanity territory before he leaped into the air and formed a giant icicle in the sky below his feet.

Y/n: "V I O L E N C E ! ! !"

With a kick, the icicle was sent downwards and it smashed into the ground before unleashing a freezing wind that completely immobilised the tribal people.

Y/n then walked among their numbers and smashed them into tiny pieces.

Sona: "... In hindsight, I should've seen that coming."

Y/n: "Hindsight's a bitch, ain't it?"

Sona smirked as she followed Y/n while he made his way to what looked like a city in the distance.

Y/n: "Just while I have ya here. You should learn to lighten up a bit, Sona."

Sona: "Hm? How do you mean?"

Y/n: "From where I stand, you always take on challenges in a professional manner. While that has its advantages, it's not very fun. Basically what I'm saying is don't be afraid to show that smile of yours more often. Besides, you're a lot cuter with it."

Sona's face immediately turned beet red as Y/n laughed. However there was something about his words that drew Sona's curiosity more.

As the two drew closer to the city, Sona could see windmills and a large cathedral towering over the rest of the city below.

They approached the gate by crossing the bridge when the guards lowered their spears.

Guard1: "Identify yourselves."

Sona: "My name is Sona."

Y/n: "Name's Y/n."

Guard2: "What's your business here?"

Sona: "We're just travelling."

Y/n: "The hell is this place anyways. Looks very German."

Sona: "... Y'know now that you point it out, I can see it."

Y/n: "Anyways, what's your names?"

Guard1: "Swan."

Guard2: "Lawrence. No relation to the Lawrence clan."

Y/n: "Those guys the head honchos around here or something?"

Lawrence: "They wish. They're aristocrats. The only member of their clan that isn't a complete and utter douche canoe is Eula. Even then, she's a weirdo."

Sona could see the cogs in Y/n's head turning. He was clearly plotting something.

Swan: "If you're here for sightseeing purposes then I'd recommend you check out the Good Hunter and the Angel's Share Tavern."

Y/n: "... A tavern you say? Iiiiiinteresting.~"

Sona: "Y/n, let's not get too excited. Let's just have a look around for a while."