Chapter 13
Outside, Kiba walks slowly to the ORC Clubhouse, contemplating the misacts of his past weeks. As he gets to the front doors, the window of the old school building shatters open with both violet flames and white light.
A wide crater incinerates the ground behind him and in the destruction I tower over the blue haired exorcist. I hook my crossguard under her blade and push up, forcing her sword above and behind, and as she’s open I smack her across the face with the pommel. I knock her down and when I attempt to strike her down, her sword releases a wide blast of energy that burns off my flesh.
“Truly the sword of a hypocrite.” I say, flames consuming my skeletal form. “The holy sword of destruction, destruction even being one of the very reasons you kill my people.”
I retrieve my sword and turn my back to her, my sword over my shoulder. I block her sword and look at the reflection of myself in the excalibur. By dropping to my knees, I spin and escape her cleaver, cutting across her stomach. I grab her by the collar and hold her up so we’re face to face.
“You are nothing but scum from dirt.” She spits out.
I drop her and smack her in the face, she then charges with a stab but I guide her with my own sword blocking; and by igniting the sword in violet flame, I release an explosion. The blast of violet flame traces her as she flies across the field. At my side, the excalibur fragment is impaled into the ground.
“Fucking hidious swords, I swear they are just as weak as the souls whom wield them.” I knock the sword over, “Good afternoon, Mr. Kiba! How has your day been?”
He looks at the unconscious woman and the excalibur, “Um… Fine, but not better than yours.”
“Yeah, today was actually a good day. Been having a lot of those lately, it’s weird.” I create a magic circle under me, “I’m gonna head home, I still have a career to work on.”
The flames of the phoenix consume me into a large luxurious room, the room is dark and definitely not how I left it. The curtains have been changed to black with a sheer design of paisley and embroidery of silver on the ends. The bed no longer has their orange sheets, now having rose brown silky sheets with a deep red comforter. My magic circle is still in the corner, but the candles now are candelabras with three arms each, being a total of five. On a display case, the armor of Elise is displayed with the spear I had gifted her, on the next shelf and rack is my plague mask with a basket hilt broadsword.
I hold my mask, tracing a deep gash on the beak with my thumb. The old scratch from my first death, my first encounter with Excalibur, and why I despise the title of holy given to it. The sword only destroys, it may give luck and strength to the user and the nation they fight for, but it is only the means of extinction to many forms of species.
A pair of arms hug my arm and a head rests on my arm, “Old times.”
“Excalibur did this; took my body, my platoon, my land.” I place the mask back on the shelf and then pet Elise. “Did you have to get rid of the orange?”
“I mixed it with purple, very hard to do.” She then gets on her tiptoes and kisses my chin. “Don’t like it?”
I look back to the bed, “Can we keep the orange sheets though?”
“Sure, they’re in the closet.” She lets go of my arm slowly.
I take her head and give her a small peck, before going to get the sheets. But, there are no sheets in here, it’s completely empty… almost. Cold hands feel up my chest from behind. “You evil-”
Hours later, I host tea for the three families which live around the territory. Rias Gremory with her queen and Sona Sitri with her queen. I yawn as I place a plate of diced fruit on the table.
“Tired?” Rias asks me.
I nod slowly and sit at my end of the table, “I decided to reseal my magic a bit ago.”
Sona looks at me skeptically, “Why would you do that?”
“Because those exorcists thought I was the head of your territory,” I explained, “and I’m dealing with personal events currently, I don't need the church after me… again.”
Akeno inquiries, “How many times have you had them after you?”
“Starting in the Great War, about thirty times a specialist was sent, though the last one was the worst of them all.” The glass in my hand shatters as I remember the face of the man. “Please, let us just talk business.”
“Right.” Sona hands out packets; “The exorcists came into town without any records, permissions from Devils, or permission from the local church. It was a group of three, all wielding an excalibur fragment with intent to use them. Their target was the thief who stole two fragments, but we can presume that the third party member was killed by this thief.
We can charge these Exorcists with smuggling of weapons, entering claimed territory, and the possession of holy weaponry.”
“What of the thief?” Rias asks her.
“We think informing the Satans would be the best way to deal with this, the Excalibur is far too out of our league.” Tsubaki looks at me, “No offense, Lord Phenex.”
“None taken, I’d rather not deal with it anyways.” I wave off. Elise finishes bandaging my hand and cleans the shards and flakes up. “If any doubt is placed, just name-drop me in the list of concerns.”
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