Makoto was making his way up the stairs that led to his apartment when he saw him. Standing in his doorway with his arms crossed was a man with dual colored hair, his bangs blond while the rest was a peculiar shade of brown. He gave off the presence of a Fallen, that tainted light they seemed to wield, but it was the size of his magical signature that let Makoto know he might have an actual fight on his hands for once.
"Are you Kokabiel?" Makoto questioned while the Reapers Revolver appeared in his right hand. He knew it would be best to engage at a distance before closing in, and he did not much feel like destroying his only home with any of his stronger spells.
"Whoa, whoa, put the gun down Kid, I come in peace!" The Fallen said with a frown on his face, both hands raising into the air to show as much. "My name is Azazel, Governor General of the Grigori, and I believe you have someone that belongs to me."
Makoto stared at the man for a few moments before nodding his head and motioning the man away from his door so he could unlock the barrier and enter his home. The two found themselves in Makoto's living room soon after, Azazel sitting on the couch while Makoto sat back in the recliner.
"Tell me… do your adjuncts often go around killing innocent Human beings?"
Azazel had to suppress the urge to sigh at the tone of voice Makoto took. "You have to believe me when I say that I had no hand in that. It was only brought to my attention tonight that I had traitors in my midst."
Makoto motioned for the man to continue with his left hand.
"That name you mentioned, Kokabiel… He was a high ranking member of the Grigori. Fourth highest, and the leader of my Military Branch. It seems the cadre of Fallen that he kept around him betrayed their kin, though what his goals are I do not know, yet."
Makoto was not pleased to hear that there was a group of Fallen that existed outside of the Cease Fire he came to understand had fallen over the land.
"You want your rogue Fallen back?" Makoto questioned after a few more moments of silence, his silver eyes piercing the darkness looming around the two. When Azazel nodded, Makoto leaned forward and the Fallen could see the pure determination on his face.
"There is information I am looking for. Tell me, what do you know of beings that have been sealed away that might bring about Armageddon?"
Azazel straightened up and almost snarled, "Why would you want to know that? What could you possibly need to know that for?"
"Because it is my purpose to make sure That Event never comes to pass."
Issei had chosen to become a Devil. Makoto was not present for the affair, but he learned through Koneko that it was a willing transition. A VERY willing transition. Her irritation at the subject of Issei let Makoto know that he shouldn't press for a more elaborate answer and accept it for what it was.
The presence of a sixth Devil in his homeroom did not bother him in the slightest, especially with the knowledge that the Devils were at the very least friendly. It was the heightened perverse chatter that did.
Makoto had finally had enough of the vacuous ramblings of the pervert by third block.
Makoto turned his torso and neck until he was facing almost directly behind him, and silver met chocolate eyes. The message was gotten soon enough, as Issei had snapped his mouth shut and made a motion of zipping it in a nervous manner.
Makoto continued to stare the teenager down until he returned his gaze to the front of the room, but not before hearing the snickering of a few students who had witnessed the silent reprimand, most likely from his small group of male and female "followers".
He had gained a small following after the day Koneko offered him sweets, along with his own nickname in the process. He shuddered when he thought about it, but he supposed it was better than having a negative reputation. It was also apparently common for "popular" figures to have such a posse, something Makoto had no recollection of during his time at Gekkoukan.
While quite a few of the more vocal students had grown to dislike him due to his "closeness" to Koneko, the unofficial Mascot of Kuoh, those who supported him outweighed them to the point that quite a few scuffles had occurred in the hallways as the two passed by with the "Anti-Prince" group sporting more bruises than their opponents.
"Sweet Prince!"
Makoto was making his way to the Library when he was approached by a smiling Yuuto Kiba, his fellow "Prince of Kuoh".
"Don't call me that." Makoto murmured while turning to face the blond Devil, his right eyebrow twitching once. While he was very secure with himself, he did not like having another male call him "Sweet Prince". At all.
Kiba seemed to take it as a joke until he noticed the blank face of Makoto. His laughter broke off into an uneasy cough before he corrected himself. "Makoto-senpai, the President is requesting your presence in the Club Room. Did you already forget?"
Makoto tilted his head to the side at the question while wracking his mind for what he could have possibly forgotten. "Be more specific, please."
Kiba nodded lightly before elaborating. "Lucifer-Sama is waiting to speak with you."
Makoto was taken aback at the statement for a moment before motioning Kiba to lead the way with his head. I thought she was joking when she said "Lucifer".
The Gremory Group quickly made themselves scarce when Makoto finally arrived at the Club Room, but not before Koneko shot him a pleading look. He could infer that she was worried for him. He was touched, but the worry was not needed. He just placed his hand on her shoulder and gently pat down as he passed.
He did not want his only friend in this world to stress over something out of her control.
The man he came face to face with inside the Occult Research Club Room was not the Lucifer he knew. He made sure to iterate that.
"You are not who you said you are."
"Yes I am!"
"No, no you are not."
"Yes Huh!"
"Stop. No."
"Can you prove it then!?"
The Blade of Lucifer appeared in his waiting right hand, and baleful crimson lit up the room. The tip of the blade dug into the floor and there rested a sword Sirzechs thought he would never see again. He knew he thought the sword he saw in the pictures looked familiar.
"Where in the HELL did you get that?" The crimson haired man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Rias questioned, his tone shifting to be more serious. The weapon being used like a cane by Makoto was a National Treasure as far as Devil Kind was concerned, and no small amount of searching for the blade has occurred over the years since the end of the Great War.
"He gave it to me." Makoto answered with a straight face while shrugging his shoulders demurely. He crossed his left leg over his right and once again leaned back in the very same chair he was resting in the day prior.
"Who gave it to you?" The man questioned, leaning forward as if to hear the answer better.
"Lucifer did, of course. The Real Lucifer." Makoto was forced to amend his answer at the argumentative look on the Devil's face.
"Bullshit. Why would he just GIVE you his sword? How could he have?"
The swelling of Devil energy that had not been felt in a thousand years caused the Devil in the room to fight the urge to collapse into the fetal position. The pitch black portal that appeared in the center of the room caught Sirzechs attention the moment he felt the build up of energy. From that portal rose a coffin that was extremely familiar to the two beings in the room by now.
From that coffin came a figure Sirzechs thought long gone.
Long, platinum blond hair spilled from his horned crown like blankets of light and the purest blue eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness stared deeply into the sea-foam green of Sirzechs, who looked as if he swallowed his tongue. He was also doing his best ghost expression, it seemed, due to the ghastly shade of white he had become.
Six golden angel wings and six black devil wings wrapped protectively around the shoulders and body of Makoto as Lucifer lowered himself around the sitting form of the teenager, almost reverently, lovingly. The pressure that was pressing down on Sirzechs eventually lessened when Makoto held up his left hand.
It took a few seconds for Sirzechs to regain his bearings. "But… you're dead! I watched you die! How are you here?!"
The smile Lucifer gave could only be described as Devilish.
"I could not bare to hear you slander my Master any longer, Usurper." The melodious voice that twinkled through the air gave Sirzechs chills. "I have arrived from the Sea of Souls to prove you wrong."
Sirzechs stared at Makoto as if he just announced himself Holy Pope. Makoto, however, acted as if this were an everyday occurrence for him. Of course, if the First Fallen was here calling him Master, it would only make sense that he was familiar with the beings presence.
"M… Master?"
The squeaked response from Sirzechs was enough to cause Lucifer to laugh once more, this time maliciously.
"Yes. Young Master here pulled me from the Eternal Darkness that awaited me after my premature death, and through his power, I have risen to new heights. I shall serve him faithfully until the End of Time for his graciousness. His enemies are my enemies. His friends, are mine. My life, is his."
Makoto grew very, very uncomfortable at the stare he was receiving from the Devil in the room, to the point that he wished he didn't allow Lucifer this small favor. When the Mourning Star had asked to be summoned upon hearing Sirzechs claim himself to be Lucifer, he thought better of it. When his word was questioned, however, he changed his mind.