Throne & DxD

Chapter 3: Homecoming

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Chapter 3: Homecoming

In the dead of night, amidst the desolation of a desert, a small facility stood engulfed in flames. The crackling of the fire echoed across the barren landscape, casting eerie shadows that danced with the flickering light. Fallen body parts littered the scorched earth, their lifeless forms stark against the orange glow of the inferno. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and ash, a haunting reminder of the violence that had unfolded in this dismal place.

A being wearing white armor drags a fat, chubby, disgusting-looking piece of shit behind them. They threw him in the air, his robe and jewelry fluttering in the wind, on the ground he yells at the assailant. "Do you have any idea who I am, of what you have done?" They continue walking closer to him, unfazed and silent. Hesitant and out of options, the ugly bastard got up on his stumpy legs, unfurling four black wings, conjuring a sword and shield made of light.

"I am a subordinate of Azazel-sama, part of his inner circle. You'll suffer the full force of the Grigori for what you have done!" The white armor's voice starts to break through, a rough but feminine voice can be heard. "Hahahahaha, you must be a really special kind of stupid! How did you even survive for this long?" The fallen angle clenches his sword and rushes forward, preparing to thrust into the enemy. "Don't you dare make a fool of me!"

"Divide!"

A deep, powerful voice echoes out. The fatty face planted into the ground, struggling to get up. "This?.... This power! You're...!" in shock. They stand in front of him, deactivating the armor, light silver long hair tied in a ponytail, hazel eyes, leather choker, black shirt, brown leather jacket, and dark blue jeans. "At least you have some brain cells left. The reason we are doing this is on Azazel's orders! He knew about your black market dealing since the beginning, and is not too keen on the idea of potential Sacred Gear users being sold off as slaves. So, he sent us." He was shaken, his body trembled, he realized that it's over.

The girl grab his face like a vise, "Any last words before I end your fuckin' life?" she said, squeezing ever so tightly. "I...I...I did this for his glory, so that the might of the Grigori wou-"

"Divide!"

*Squash* His head imploded from her grip, blood and brains burst out like confetti. Wiping off the blood, the girl made a call, "This is Valencia, mission accomplished, send them in." As she finishes cleaning herself, the deep voice calls out, "Excellent work, Vali. A marvelous display of power as usual."

"Thank you, Albion. Now that all taken care of, where did that little bastard run off to now?" She questioned herself as she began her search. After a while, she found a child sitting by a roaring fire, devouring a large piece of meat of a chimera skewered over an open flame. The boy with platinum-white hair with red highlights, wearing a black cloak, and wolf mask besides him.

Vali raised an eyebrow, watching the child tear into the meat with savage enthusiasm. She marched over and smacks him over the head, causing him to yelp and drop his meal. "Seems like you have a lot of free time on your hands, don't you Nanashi!?" she demanded.

Nanashi rubbed his head, not moving from his spot, but full of annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, I did my part long ago," he mumbled, his mouth still full of meat. "I got hungry right after, so I roasted this thing. It's good, want some?"

Vali sighed, shaking her head. "You know you're supposed to report after completing your task, not have a barbecue in the middle of mission." She glanced at the skewered chimera, then back at Nanashi. "And eating weird shit like this."