Keiji Hiryu was just your average "delinquent" trying to get through high school life at Kuoh Academy, solving his problems as best as his fists and temper could let him.
That is, until Rias Gremory came to him with an enticing offer to solve his pr...
On the front of Japan, the structures of the army were large as they clashed. Neither showed mercy to the others as circles lit the sky and bodies piled up, some almost tripping the respective allies. The sounds of their battle cry drowned out the breath they tried to reclaim whenever one person or many would feel exhaustion creep, an annoying burden that could spell life or death.
Just outside Kuoh, Sona, along with devils, youkais and fallen angels were managing physical systems and magical screens, showing how the battles were going along on each side. This did not mean Sona was not busy, as she worked overtime to make sure to relay messages and coordinates as fast as she could. 'Don't let up, be quick! Each second counts!'
Sona took a breather when she heard a familiar voice hit her up. "We did it, So-tan! We've completely finished up our area! I hope you were watching your big sister! Yeah, the Leviathan Magical Girls rock! We need to do a show about it! In any case, I hope you are being safe and good luck! Me and my group should probably move to China and so some damage control, given the fight Sirzechs-chan and the others are having there is getting more out of hand than was originally suspected—"
"Emergency! Emergency!"
Sona quickly disconnected her sister from the line; already prepping an apology for after all of this washed over. "What's happening?!"
"It's from the front lines! The commanders are losing against an unexpected enemy! It's just one unit, but they are immensely powerful! HELP! I YIELD! I YIELD!" they shouted, those last words was what Sona heard before the voice stopped.
Sona gritted her teeth. "So, finally..."
***
Paths dipped in unnatural red, a contradiction to the nature of the earth around them, as bodies clogged up the area and many were already flapping away to the safety of anything away from the monstrosity they were facing.
Even Baraquiel, Shemhazai, Raphael and Uriel were tossed like yesterday's trash, bloodied, broken wings and armours and bodies cracked in an unnatural methods, as only the twitching of body and the leakage of ichor showed they were surviving.
Though his wings were down, Baraquiel made sure to upright himself as much as one could in such a twisted state of health. Sizzling cracks flickered before a holy lightning spear materialized, though it didn't match the intensity of his eyes; his glare stronger than his healthiest attack. 'He's taken us all down... and he's smiling!'
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Crom Cruach snorted at the final display of Baraquiel's will against his might. "Is this all your whole group can do?" Crom Cruach asked, clearly not impressed but still smirking at the possibilities ahead.
"We weren't expecting Rizevim to have such a monster under his command!" Baraquiel growled out.
Crom Cruach chuckled. "The only reason I'm here is to fight a truly strong opponent. It is my sole reason for acting as Rizevim's bodyguard."
