《Crossing Over: Chronicles of DxD》The Fallen Ones
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Turning my head to the right I, Sesa Purusa, stare into the area far from the dimensional barrier. On a bench that was placed under a large tree sat a man neatly dressed in a suit. He flipped the page of the newspaper read by him and continued reading on. Thanks to the cursed mask I could tell that the man on the bench was a fallen angel, different from a devil and after thinking about it my memory triggered. I knew exactly who that was. Before I spoke his name someone else beat me to it.
"Dude-is-sick", blurted Second Sesa
Ddraig: That is a fallen angel, unexpectedly it would seem that you are acquainted with him.
S.Sesa: I recognize him, that's all. His named is Dude-is-sick.
"That's not his name, it sounds like you are praising him. He isn't much, he was gone after a few episodes", I say trying to correct my doppelganger. What I said wasn't wrong, this disgraced angel didn't play any major role and eventually died. "I think his name was Dawn-of-shiiit."
Ddraig: Dunno-shit?
S.Sesa: HAHAHA, Dawn-of-shit! Yeah that must it, his name.
"Yeah! His name is something like that, hehe", I laugh.
"Makes you wonder what a male individual like himself is doing in the company of three female fallen angels. Think about it, it looks like a fallen angel version of the current Gremory team."
S.Sesa: They all got wiped out though.
Ddraig: Are you two talking about the same group?
S.Sesa: Of course we are.
Ddraig: .....
We talking about the same thing, the only thing is that Ddraig doesn't know what the outcome of Raynare's team is. We two Sesas on the other hand know exactly what will happen.
While we talk I stroll over, I'm heading towards the fallen angel. I can understand why he is here in the park. Yesterday's commotion stirred up the different factions. Was the fallen angels around here for a long time? I didn't have an answer to that yet.
From what I knew, Ddraig's rival must've felt his presence then the leader of the fallen angel faction sent Raynare's team here. I've already caused trouble by slaying some exorcists, so believe it or not, I determine that the fallen angel on the bench should die.
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Raising my right hand in front of me, I summon the blue box against my palm. Appearing sideways and horizontal, the coffin moved ahead of me. It looked like I was pushing a floating coffin, scary, it would certainly be the case if others were paying attention to me. The Mask of Deception had already been masking my presence with the powerful abilities of Concealment and Camouflage.
With another thought of mine the cover of Necroussary Abyss opened. By turning a few degrees and revealing some of the darkness inside, I place my left hand over it then in the next second a hilt came out. It was the mass produced light attribute sword.
Necroussary Abyss vanished thereafter.
Ddraig: Are you thinking of killing the fallen angel?
S.Sesa: Like duh! By getting rid of the root of a problem we can avoid many dangers.
When I think about, if some outsider had to hear these few casual words just now they would think they were listening to psychopaths. Can a 17 year old teenager casually be in a conversation that involves killing another being, an angelic being at that. Sadly, I've ended the lives of a number of strangers in such a short period of time. At first it was for survival but after understanding the nature of this supernatural world, killing is inevitable.
Closer and closer I approached, flipping the hilt in my hand. A light beamed out.
The power of Concealment and Camouflage were active under the unmanifest gear but I sweep my hand over my face and brought out the Mask of Deception.
I had a reason for this and it was simple. The light attribute sword in my hand may be sharp, sharp enough to hurt most entities but angels have resistance towards holy light what to speak of skills. My sword would probably not be able to cleanly sever the head of a fallen angel, that's why it was quite a good fortune that I let the mask eat the orb from the incomplete Boosted gear scale-mail.
BOOST!!!
I heard the voice of Ddraig but it was not Ddraig, actually it was S.Sesa imitating the heavenly dragon. Power began swelling inside me. Even if I can use Penetrate, I still require power to keep up with the enemy's reaction.
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S.Sesa: It looks like we have to wait twenty seconds for the next boost. We got nerfed.
Ddraig: HAHAHA, While it is impressive that you are able to imitate me, replacing the original is impossible.
"Tell me something we don't know, we already know that we can't be too perfect but we can still get away with it", I add my two cents. Ddraig may be able to run his mouth, so what, I still got him under my control. "Hehe!"
S.Sesa: We still got other plans 'bi-atch'.
....
A man is running over, he was moving eagerly. It was more to say that he was desperate. The man was dressed in black, it was a very strange sight because the clothing he wore was the overalls of a priest. I am surprised by the sight, no hostility was felt from him. There was no reason to even use my Detect ability, just by looking at the priest I can tell that he had no combat training. He was a normal priest.
I long since noticed him, he hasn't noticed me though. Even though I was directly in line with his path I was overlooked, the priest's target happened to be the same as mine as well. He came to see the fallen angel? This was out of any kind of expectation I had.
I disengage the weapon in my possession. The idea to kill can only be put on hold, another idea seemed more important right now. 'Information', this was very important. I can learn about the activities of Raynare and company.
????: D-Do Donhaseek. Your grace Donhaseek. I fina-
Oops! Looks like I got spotted. I did indeed walk in line with the path the priest took, It's only fair that he noticed me, a little late however. Nonchalantly, I continue walking like nothing in the world can bother me. The priest unconsciously moves aside giving me way, no one suspects a thing about the mask on my face. My gear is remarkable. I can see that the man in priestly attire is young, younger than the view I had seen from afar.
I continue onwards appearing to ignore them, however, I slow my pace so can hear if there is a decent detail to be heard... no words are exchanged in my presence. The priest is waiting for me to move further away. Since my absence is required, I help out by leaving, creating more distance. There is no disappointment in me getting further away, I still got a trick up my sleeve. By now 20 seconds should be up then-
BOOST!!!
The power inside me intensifies incredibly. I didn't realize it before, the six orbs on the mask glows in green when I use the Boost. I feel proud of myself.
What I'm planning to do? I turn and let myself disappear behind a tree.
TRANSFER!!!
The swelling power begins to exude itself. Unlike 'Explosion' which permeates the entire body I focus the power to be transferred to a particular area, my ears. Instantly my hearing reached a height that a normal human could never go. It may be above the races of other factions right now.
I hear the chewing of wood by termites in the tree at my location, the pigeons chirping and the noise made by the morning traffic. Thinking about how to use my new hearing skill, I wonder if I'll be able to tell when the heated action will happen when I'm at the restaurant. "Urgh! What am I thinking. I need to get my own action."
Putting that aside I focus my hearing, What exchange is the priest and the fallen angel, Donhaseek, having?
????: Your grace, Lady Raynare, Lady Kalawarner and Lady Mittelt have arrived and seek your audience.
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