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[POV - Rito] [Neutral Dimension - Three Factions Meeting] Tick-tock, tick-tock. The silence that followed my declaration was thick as mornin
[POV - Rito][Neutral Dimension - Three Factions Meeting]
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
The silence that followed my declaration was thick as morning fog, each second dragging like honey dripping from a spoon. I could feel the gears turning in everyone's heads, processing not just who I was, but the implications of what that meant.
Throat clearing.
Azazel was the first to break the silence, clearing his throat as if trying to reorganize his own thoughts.
— Well — he said, that voice loaded with calculated caution — that explains a lot. But it also raises some... concerning questions.
— Questions? — I repeated, tilting my head slightly.
— The explosive growth of the celestial faction — Azazel gestured vaguely toward my angels. — You've never been this strong. Hell, you've never been even close to this.
Murmur-murmur.
Whispers spread among the delegations like fire through dry straw. I could feel the tension growing, fear mixing with suspicion.
— He's right — Sirzechs interjected, that polished diplomacy masking obvious nervousness. — Forgive the frankness, but... your current numbers suggest that Heaven could... well...
— Annihilate us — Azazel completed brutally. — Alone. Both demons and fallen angels.
Ah.
So that's what bothered them. Fear of celestial supremacy. Understandable, considering the bloody history between factions.
— And that worries you — I observed calmly.
— Of course it worries us! — Sirzechs exploded, momentarily losing diplomatic composure. — The balance of power we've maintained for millennia just went out the window!
Step-step-step.
I rose from the position where I was floating, my feet touching the crystalline floor of the dimension with softness that made waves of energy spread like a stone thrown in water.
— Interesting — I said, my voice carrying a subtle irony that made some angels laugh softly. — You're worried about the balance of power.
— And why wouldn't we be? — Azazel challenged.
— Because — I replied, letting an amused smile play on my lips — you two have spent the last centuries creating exactly the same kind of imbalance.
Silence.
The silence returned, but now loaded with guilty discomfort.
— Sirzechs — I continued, turning to Satan Lucifer — your Evil Pieces. System that allows you to turn any being into a demon, exponentially expanding your numbers. Not exactly... balanced, right?
His cheeks flushed slightly. Busted.
— And Azazel — I turned to the leader of the Fallen — Sacred Gear extraction. Stealing divine power from humans to strengthen your faction. Also not very balanced.
Cough.
Azazel coughed, clearly uncomfortable.
— That's... scientific research — he murmured.
— Research my ass — I laughed openly. — You were militarizing talented humans.
Thud.
Gabriel landed gracefully beside me, that maternal smile she used when her siblings were being scolded.
— Daddy's right — she said softly. — Maybe all of us should focus less on... aggressive expansion... and more on cooperation.
Thoughtful silence.
The silence that followed was different. More reflective, less defensive. I could feel minds working, considering possibilities that had seemed impossible before.
— So — Azazel said finally, his voice more controlled — what exactly are you proposing?
— Peace — I replied simply. — Real cooperation. Stop wasting energy fighting each other and start working together.
— And the terms? — Sirzechs asked, returning to diplomatic mode.
— Simple — I sat in the air, legs crossed in a casual position that contrasted with the formality of the moment. — Stop trying to kill each other. Share resources when necessary. Protect each other against external threats.
Hmm.
Azazel scratched his chin, thoughtful.
— A defensive military alliance — he murmured. — With non-aggression clauses.
— Exactly — I agreed. — You can maintain your autonomies, your cultures, your differences. Just... do it without war.
Hope.
I saw when hope began to shine in some of the attendees' eyes. The possibility of a future without constant conflict.
— I... — Sirzechs began, his voice loaded with emotion — I would very much like to see a world where my sister can grow up without fear of war.
— And I'm tired of seeing my fallen children suffer for choices they made out of desperation — Azazel added quietly.
Progress.
— So — I said, standing and assuming a more formal posture — are we in agreement? Alliance of the Three Factions for mutual peace and protection?
Sirzechs and Azazel looked at each other, communicating silently through centuries of diplomacy.
— I approve — Sirzechs said finally.
— Me too — Azazel agreed. — But we'll need to...
CRACK.
A sound like breaking glass echoed through the dimension, followed by a black crack that tore through the very air.
Oh shit.
— What the hell...? — Azazel began.
BOOM.
The crack exploded, opening like a cosmic wound. Hooded figures began to emerge, malevolent energy leaking like pus from an infection.
— KHAOS BRIGADE! — Gabriel shouted, wings expanding defensively.
Freeze.
Suddenly, the world stopped. Literally. As if someone had pressed pause on reality. Most of the angels, demons, and fallen were frozen in time, trapped in poses of interrupted movement.
— Temporal Sacred Gear — I murmured, recognizing the power immediately. — Gasper Vladi.
Movement.
But not everyone was affected. The more powerful beings — me, Michael, Gabriel, Sirzechs, Azazel — could still move, though with difficulty, as if we were walking through thick molasses.
— Clever — Azazel grunted, fighting against the temporal pressure. — Neutralize most forces at once.
Chaos.
The hooded attackers, clearly immune to the effect, began their coordinated assault against the few who could still defend themselves.
CLASH! BANG! ZAP!
Magic and power collided like thunder, creating a cacophony of destruction that made reality itself tremble, but now with much worse odds.
— PROTECT THE LEADERS! — Michael roared, his celestial sword cutting through a hooded attacker.
Strategic thinking.
I quickly analyzed the situation. Coordinated attack. Perfect timing to interrupt peace negotiations. Someone had privileged information.
— SIRZECHS! — I shouted over the chaos. — RIAS!
I saw when fraternal concern overcame diplomacy, Sirzechs launching toward his sister with demonic speed.
Protective mode.
My own presence expanded, creating a force field that repelled several attackers. But there were many of them, and they had clearly prepared for this.
— Daddy! — Gabriel appeared beside me, blood trickling from a cut on her forehead. — They have high-level Sacred Gears!
Interesting.
Powerful Sacred Gears. Perfect timing. Knowledge about the meeting.
This wasn't random. This was planned.
CRASH.
Another portal opened, and more attackers emerged, these clearly more powerful than the first ones.
— AZAZEL! — I shouted. — WE NEED TO EVACUATE!
— AGREED! — he responded, dodging an energy blast. — BUT HOW?
Decision time.
I looked around. My allies fighting. My friends in danger. The peace we had just achieved being destroyed.
Enough.
POWER UP.
I let a fraction of my true power leak, just enough to create an escape route.
— EVERYONE! — my voice echoed with divine authority. — RETREAT! NOW!
WHOOSH.
A golden portal opened behind us.
— LET'S GO! — I shouted.
And as everyone ran to safety, a single thought dominated my mind:
Whoever was behind the Khaos Brigade had just made a big mistake.
Nobody — absolutely nobody — attacked my family and got away with it.
To be continued...