Chapter 5: Awaken, Sleeper
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I saw the Devil in my dreams ever nigth
While I slept in my bed every night
The Devil annoyed me so much during those nights
-Aldo Kraas
(No, it's not a spelling error.)
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I woke up drenched in sweat. And I meant in comical amounts. My sheets were soaked, my eyes stinging. My clothes looked as if I had drenched them in water, then I put them back on. I looked wildly around the room, recognizing it as my own.
I continued to look around, till my heart slowly began to return to a normal pace. What had happened? The death, destruction, and corpses at my feet were gone. Why was I here? Did I die?
I took several minutes to calm down, guilt crushing me as I thought about the consequences of what I had done. I looked around. It was undoubtedly my house. I slowly got out of bed, before changing my clothes.
A great sense of unease swept through me. Why was I alive? What the hell was going on?
I opened my door, peering down the hall. It was quiet and empty. I could hear someone downstairs, in the kitchen. I slowly walked downstairs, keeping my footsteps silent, like a little kid creeping into the kitchen to steal a cookie.
I slowly made my way there, my heart filled with turmoil. What had happened? I finally made my way to the kitchen, my mother cooking something on the stove. I blinked at the sight of leftover curry. "Leftover curry?" I questioned unconsciously. "I thought we finished that this morning." We ate the meal this morning, before I went to school, and was ambushed by the girl. My voice was quiet and filled with anticipation.
My mother turned to me, blinking with confusion at my sudden appearance. "You're finally awake? Geeze, I was considering waking you up. And what are you talking about? I only made this curry last night. And it is morning already. Did you confuse your schedule or something?" She lectured me, closing her eyes with an annoyed expression. It seems she was annoyed from our previous conversation, I noted blankly.
My mind then comprehended what she said, and I became confused. What was she talking about?
Then what happened was a dream? A premonition? My mind was hazy at this discovery. The guilt over killing so many people, the sadness of my death and not being able to see my mother again, and the regret of not living a more fulfilling life came crashing down on me all at once. It was overwhelming, the sea of emotion too much for even me.
"Are you okay?" My mother looked at me strangely. Maybe it was because I had never cried, even when I was born, so she didn't know how to respond, or simply confused as she had no idea anything had happened as far as she knew.
"W-we ate curry last night?" My voice wavered. My mother blinked at me.
"Yes? Do hurry up, you have to attend school soon. And don't expect me to let you in, you promised last night!" She scolded, referring to the promise I made to find something to do out of the house the dinner before.
"W-what about Kyushu?" I asked blankly.
"What about it? Do you have a field trip or something going there?" She asked annoyingly, getting fed up with my confused state. I stared directly into her eyes for some time, until she shifted uncomfortably, and looked at me somewhat seriously. "Are you okay Yasao?" She asked directly, feeling something was wrong.
I stood blankly in the kitchen, my feelings overwhelming me. I sniffed before I broke down and hugged my mother, towering over her in height. "Sob…I love you." I spoke through crying. And I meant crying. And I had never cried before in this life.
I was full on Ugly Crying, straight out of an Anime. Tears, Snot, and perhaps a bit of my pride, were flowing down my face. My mother stood, surprised and confused, before hugging me back slowly. She seemed startled and surprised, and I could see a tiny smile on her face.
She didn't say anything, just hugged me back. It was a beautiful moment for me. The guilt, regret, and everything else washed away, and I finally stopped crying. "M-mother," I spoke.
"Yes?" She answers softly.
I thought back to the reason for all of this. My mother kicked me out of the house. "I'll never listen to you again." I answered heartfeltly, with nothing but gratefulness in my voice.
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"What?"
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I was sitting on my bed, staring at the wall. I had asked my mom to take the day off, which she obliged after asking many questions about whether I was okay, getting bullied, etc, etc.
But now was the time to think about more important matters. First of all, was everything I saw a dream? A hallucination? A revelation of some kind? It was strange.
I held out my hand, concentrating on the feeling from the dream. And to my surprise, the ornate spear appeared in my hand, nearly reaching the ceiling. I blinked, surprised at it actually appearing. It was long, longer than a polearm or lance, and much too long to be a conventional spear. It had a twisting gold helix of gold arrows that wrapped around it intersecting around the end of the spear, with the entire thing made of an unrecognizable material that looked similar to metal.
This confirmed it. What I saw was real. What happened then? Did I go back in time? Or was it a dream of the future? Did it really matter?
No. I could pretend it was all a dream, but that would be stupid. I should go forward treating it as if it was something that was going to happen, because choosing the other option is dangerous if I am proven wrong.
So, if what happened was real, what should I do? The greatest revelation is that of a supernatural world of sorts. The devil girl, who is also the Leviathan from the Bible. Who was she? She seemed to be related to Sona Shitori somehow.
She seemed to accuse me of something regarding her. Did she fear I would do something to her? If she was part of this world, then Sona was likely to be a part of this world as well. I had to suspect everyone for now.
The idea of the girl being Sona's sister or cousin was amusing. She had a beautiful figure, wearing scandalous magical girl clothing in public, while Sona wore glasses and had an office lady demeanor. She was also tall, unlike the rather short Leviathan.
She was seeking me out for some reason. She did so after school when I wasn't in proximity to anyone. Specifically away from Sona perhaps? It made sense. Then should I stay close to Sona, for as long as possible?
No, it would only delay the inevitable. Could I go to the authorities? Unlikely. Should I try to appeal to Sona and tell her what happened? I really couldn't trust her at this moment, until I knew more.
I considered my options. I had to leave soon, there was no reason to involve my Mother if someone was searching for me. I remembered the scene near the end of the dream. Where she apologized to me. And even held me in my final moments.
She seemed reasonable, after everything that happened. The fight only began after I attacked her. If I could talk to her, perhaps we could negotiate. That seemed like the best option. I doubted anyone else could help me, given her ability to destroy an entire city.
A plan began to form in my mind, as I idly ran my finger over the edge of the spear.
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I walked in broad daylight, on the sidewalks near the alleyways. My plan was simple. I couldn't fight her, or rely on anyone else at this moment. Thus, I could only hope that an agreement could be reached.
It was a risky plan, but I had few options at this time. I looked at the sun, covering my eyes. I had walked around for ten minutes. She should at least find me soon, if she was watching me at school and realized I was gone. for me while I was at school. I sighed, preparing myself, and clearing my mind.
I was good at reading people and was smart and charismatic. I was quite manipulative when I wanted to be. But dealing with such powerful people was risky.
I walked around for a little bit longer, with the metaphorical sword of Damocles hanging over my head. And with the anxiety it brought, I was glad when it metaphorically fell.
It was the same as before. Before I could even realize what had happened or where I was, I was slammed against the stone bricks of an alleyway, spit flying out of my mouth. It seems like showtime was upon me.
I took a look at the girl and felt no danger. After all, I had beaten her before, and she had held me in my final moments. Plus, when the fear was gone, she was quite cute to look at.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" I shouted out loud, threatening to alert the people in the streets nearby. I closed my eyes, covering my face with my arms in an exaggerated manner, trying to play into the 'powerless' aspect of how I looked right now. She paused for a single moment, looking confused, before she grabbed my collar.
"Please don't hurt me! I saw this in a Dream!" I shouted out, trying to confuse her again. Someone immediately asking not to be hurt was strange, but the second statement threw her off for a moment.
"What?" She asked, confused.
"I saw this meeting in a dream! I swear! You spoke about how you were related to Sona Shitori and how you were the Leviathan or something!" I spoke out quickly, trying to seem panicked and helpless, as well as scared. I was quite good at acting the part.
She paused for a moment, blinking. "A dream? Are you an apostle of Apollo?" She muttered.
"No! I don't know anything about that! You told me about a Sacred gear or something!" I quickly explained, remembering the words she spoke while I was controlled by the Spear. The word seemed important and would allow me to convince her.
She seemed to be surprised, and confused. Of course, she would be. Someone was claiming to have met her in a dream, and that she helped them for some reason. It was a ludicrous explanation, one that no one would be stupid enough to make against her. Unless they truly didn't know who she was.
So, he must either be an exceptionally talented con artist or actor, or they were being honest. Either way, she was an actor herself and decided to play along if for nothing more than her own amusement. It would also allow her to better view her Sona-Tan's potential future husband.
But only for a second, before she regained her persona, seeming to decide on something within a split second. "Well, why didn't you say so? Magical Girl Levia-Tan is here to help!" She exclaimed, letting me go, and striking a pose with her finger pointed in the air.
I stumbled to the ground, relieved that my gamble seemed to have paid off so far. "She then closed her eyes and gained a comically non-serious expression, putting an arm around my shoulder, forcing me to hunch down to her level. "I see! You are a lost soul, with the world you knew unraveling around you with no explanation, only to find me, the Hero who will help you!" She exclaimed.
I kept silent on the fact that she was the villain that revealed this so-called hidden world to me, instead deciding to play into the role. "Yes! Please!" I spoke honestly, seeking information on what was happening around me. This would be a great opportunity to find out about the Spear and other things.
"Then follow me sidekick! To the secret hideout!" She exclaimed comedically, pointing out of the alleyway. She then marched in an over-exaggerated manner out of the alleyway. I scrambled up to follow her, hunching my back down and keeping my gaze on the ground, to make myself seem smaller.
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I blinked, my facade dropping for a few moments. I had never seen this ship before, and I suspected there was a supernatural reason why. It was bright hot pink, with displays of outfits, anime DVDs, and other Weeb Merchandise. Anime Figurines, Cosplay Outfits, and everything a Weeb could want was right here. Cheesy corny slogans pasted on posters on the windows made me want to flee in fear.
I kept my face steady, with a smile, and blank expression.
"Here we are! My hideout!" She shouted in the street, though for some reason no one seemed to acknowledge or notice her. I had noticed her over-exaggerated facade, and I know she saw beneath mine.
I have watched a lot of media, from shows to anime to books. And I also watched and analyzed a lot of characters. I had seen and examined even more cringe people than her before. I was gifted with being able to observe and analyze people. She was no exception.
Her over-exaggerated actions and expressions were a perfect facade, to surprise and throw people off to make them easier to manipulate and gain information from. It was a simple but effective way to present yourself that worked very well with her already beautiful figure and willingness to forsake pride and her image.
But I also know she could see through mine. There was no way she would just explain things to me without first investigating me thoroughly. And this entire facade was likely a test to see how I would react.
She slammed the door open, the bell ringing out loudly. "Mil-Tan!" She shouted into the store. The store itself was silent, with no customers anywhere. She walked behind an isle, to the register.
I followed her, but as I turned the corner, I saw something horrifying. I saw something so terrible, that I unconsciously broke character and took a step back, my fighting instincts kicking in. Lowering myself a bit, my fists loosely pulled into my chest in case I needed to make a fist quickly. I had learned a bit of street fighting in my youth, and my instinct screamed danger at me.
Then I realized what I had done, quickly relaxing my stance and my expression. I turned to the girl and cursed loudly in my head. She laughed out loud at me, before controlling herself. "It always works! Mil-Tan! Your power of cuteness is unbeatable!" She exclaimed loudly.
She spoke like she was playing a joke, but I could see it in her eyes. No one normally would fall into a fighting position when threatened, or change demeanors so quickly. Still, she kept up her facade, letting me know she knew, but was amused by my amateur attempt at manipulating her. The gig was up, but she let it go because it amused her. Truly a Devil indeed.
I then looked back to the … being that could only be described as a being of pure power. A grown man, towering at well over 10 feet, with a massive frame to make the Hulk look like a baby. Huge, bulging muscles and veins, with a comically sized magical girl outfit barely covering any of his skin.
The shows and light seemed to reflect strangely on him, with certain features and colors accentuated, similar to a certain manga from my previous world. His features were too big and overexaggerated, but the way the light fell on them made them seem threatening. He was a living comic book character and was enough to throw anyone off.
He spoke in a low, rumbling voice that seemed to reverberate in his giant throat many times, making it seem even deeper and threatening without him even trying.
"Welcome." He intoned, like the Grimm Reaper at Death's Gate.
I felt sweat roll down my back, not knowing how to respond to such a person. "U-uh.." I muttered intelligently, completely at a loss for words. The Leviathan girl bailed me out, by pointing to the giant behemoth of muscle and speaking. I kept my smile and features steady, but my mind was unable to think of what to say.
"Mil-Tan! Open the secret entrance to my layer!" She exclaimed loudly, pointing at him. He then pressed a button on the register with his oversized fingers that looked strong enough to beat a God in a thumb war, and a table and two chairs appeared in the middle of the shop, rising from the ground that split open like a cheesy high-tech villain hideout.
I fidgeted with my collar nervously. It was becoming harder and harder to maintain a normal expression. At this point, I was contemplating calling the whole thing off. My smile and unsurprised face still held steady, despite the onslaught.
I sat down, keeping my expression steady as she sought across from me. "Here we are!" she exclaimed happily, before snapping her fingers. "Mil-Tan! Get us something to drink!" She
commanded in a formal tone with her eyes closed and an over-exaggerated frown on her face. The …. Thing ….. Nodded before disappearing into the back of the store.
With him gone, the Girl turned to me, before jumping across the table. "So! Tell me what you saw in your dream!" She excitedly asked. She pushed her face close to mine, her innocent expression making me chuckle inside.
"Ah, of course. In this dream, I went to school. The day went by normally, with me attending classes and whatnot, before exiting. Then, I was wandering around and was attacked by a man, and he said he wanted to capture me for his superiors. Then, you killed the man and tried to explain things. Something about Sacred Gear, Leviathan, Behemoth, and Ajuka." I bullshitted. I remembered her remarking on the name Ajuka, with the Giant Monster that she summoned she called Behemoth.
Serafall frowned, thinking. Those names were powerful, but names one could find out if they tried. Still, when she was seeking out the boy, she did some research and found he had no visible connection to the supernatural.
The boy was obviously omitting some information. And the story itself was strange. Why did she save the boy? Was what he saw a dream, a vision, or something else? Why would she mention Arjuka and Behemoth, and not Sirzechs?
"What did I tell you about Sacred Gears?" She asked excitedly, though inside she was observing him closely. She was very curious and surprised when this boy asked her to not hurt him. Yet, he wasn't surprised when she pulled him into the alleyway or by her appearance. That must mean he either did see her in a dream, or he obtained information from somewhere else. Or, he just had an amazing poker face, but she doubted that. She was able to break the stoic face of Shiva himself and annoy the Buddha enough for him to kick her out while passively aggressively cursing her.
He also was not afraid of her, despite her being a Devil. That must mean he was either exceptionally confident, exceptionally brave, or ignorant of her true nature. He smiled meekly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Ah, you only helped me to summon this thing." He spoke sadly, before holding out his hand. And she could only blankly stare at the Spear in his hand. There was only one Sacred Gear that took the form of a spear.
She unconsciously broke her own facade, mouth gaping and blinking rapidly. Her brain refused to comprehend what she was seeing, until she reached out to touch it, only for the spear to vibrate and a wisp of light to zap her hand. That shock was enough to recognize what happened.
It was the True Longinus. The Spear of Destiny. That meant that this boy was the best Con Man of the goddamned millennia, he was braver than Zeus's flirting with her in front of his wife, or he genuinely didn't know what it was. She was now convinced he was at least not a part of the supernatural, or he was just ignorant. No sane person would ever greet a Devil so kindly or reveal such a trump card in her presence.
She looked to him, to see the satisfaction on his face for breaking through her act and control of the situation, to her own amusement. It had been quite a while since someone was able to get her to break character, or leave her so blindsided. And this situation was so incredible to her that she broke out laughing, finally deciding to drop the act.
"Do you really not know what that is?" She asked happily, with no more of her exaggerated expression. Asking honestly. Seeing her serious expression with no deceit, he answered honestly, dropping his own act.
"I really don't. All I know is that it is a counter Devil's such as yourself." He spoke blankly, not changing his tone of voice at all as if the fact it was suited to kill her was of little note to him. She snorted, laughing on the inside. He knew this from the hatred she felt from the Spear against her and the monster she summoned, and how the strange light was able to effortlessly counter her attacks.
"And you don't care that I'm a Devil?" She asked in an amused tone. She was curious where his confidence came from, and why he was so relaxed at facing a devil. "Aren't you afraid of me tricking you or betraying you?" She asked honestly, her curiosity making her raise her voice slightly. She had never had a conversation like this without suspicion or prejudice toward her race before unless they were completely ignorant.
He hummed for a moment, thinking, before answering. "Really, I think you are blowing that out of proportion. Instead, I think I should ask you, don't you care that I'm a Human, who Lucifer wishes he could be as evil as? The only race to gladly deal with Devil's, Trick them, Scam them, Kill them, and then do it again with a smile on their face?" He asked in return, smiling.
He honestly thought this without much deeper meaning. Those legends of Demons and Devil's, unlike in this world, were simply stories created by the human mind in his previous one Those horrible deeds attributed to Devils were simply stories made up by humans. He thought that nothing any being could do could compare to the Evil humanity has imagined, or does every second of every day.
This made Serafall blink, her mind blank. Then she broke out into laughter. The logic he presented made sense in her mind. Humans were undeniably evil, much more so than any Evil God, Monster, or Devil. And they were the only race to gladly engage, trick, scam, and then win against Devil's.
Unlike the new generation of Devil's, she was of the Older Generation, whose nature was much different than the new generation. She knew she was Evil. This was her nature. Most of the newer generation were Evil without knowing it, simply indulging in their desires. This was far better than the Evil done by the Older generation such as herself.
Devil's knew they were creatures of Evil. They acknowledged this and were absolutely fine with it. In fact, they loved benign Evil. They revealed in Sin, the sadistic pleasure of their awful actions. They longed to carve their names into the minds of the world, for their actions and deeds to be remembered for an eternity. They liked to be bad.
And because of this, most Older Devil's were not concerned with how they were treated as evil and untrustworthy. They knew they deserved it. That they were creatures of darkness to be exterminated and hated by humanity. But they were not deterred. They didn't deny this. They embrace it. They were Evil, and they were fine with that.
But the fact that this boy, who knew that she was Evil, and still treated her the same, made her feel something she had never felt before. Something unplaceable and strange, that made her want to continue to stay around him and interact with him.
Devil's were Evil. This was a universal truth. They were evil beings of darkness that tricked, stabbed, and manipulated to get what they wanted. 'Never trust a Devil', was a common statement she heard from practically every pantheon as she tried to negotiate and make peaceful terms with her.
Shinto, Hindu, Greek, Egyptian, Buddhist, Norse, Aztec, Mayan, it didn't matter. Devil's were not to be trusted. In fact, they were discriminated against everywhere they went. They were treated as if they were more evil than God's of Evil themselves. Odin would pet Fenrir before trusting a Devil. Anubis would find a soul perfectly balanced against the feather of truth before trusting a devil. Zeus would become a faithful husband before he would trust a Devil. (He told her that after he tried to lay with her.)
Devil's were discriminated against, and treated like garbage, by all races. From Evil Gods to Humans to Fallen Angels, they were universally hated. Kindness was not something they knew. Even Devil's, hated and discriminated against other Devil's.
That was why she became a Satan. Her, Falbium, Ajuka, Sirzechs, all wanted something better for the Devil Race. To not be treated as undeniably evil. They had come far, and the newest generation could pass for Humans, they were so disconnected from the Older Generations.
Kindness was not something Serafall Leviathan felt. Her relationships were based on politics and which side could get the better end of the deal, due to her status as the Satan in charge of Foreign Affairs. Her relationship with her parents was always rocky, with them choosing to remain neutral during the Devil Civil War. Her relationship with her fellow Satans was good, having grown up and fought together.
But for someone to genuinely not judge her for being a Devil, because he believed that they couldn't compare to the power and evil of Humanity, was something so absurd to her that she broke out into uncontrollable laughter. She had talked with Gods, Demons, Youki, Asura's, Buddha's, Saints, Aesir, and Deva's, yet none of them had ever treated them as better than themselves. It was utterly absurd.
It was the reason she portrayed herself as a Magical Girl. Someone innocent, unable to do evil. Someone who fought evil and was the Hero of the Story. She spoke whatever was on her mind, ludicrous things, made fun of herself, and made herself seem harmless and innocent, to get people to trust her. It was degrading. It hurt her nature as a Devil, forsaking Pride, the greatest of the Devil's sins, which was omnipresent in every Devil.
She hated it. To act innocent, kind, weak, powerless. To be the idol that made a fool of themselves to make others laugh and talk to her. She was the jester, entertaining and making others laugh because the Jester is just that. She degraded herself regularly to get others to trust her, to turn back the millennia of distrust sown by her ancestors.
She enjoyed it sometimes, but her entire show was not made out of passion or love, it was what kept her doing it. Instead, the show was made to be broadcast to the Supernatural world, to show that Devil's can be funny, innocent, and able to be understood. That they were people too. To show other factions that the Devil's weren't the stuck-up, prideful, egotistical scumbags they once were. And while progress was made, it was slow and painful.
It was a sacrifice they all made, just her more than others. But she also knew that was her pride speaking. The other Satan's sacrificed so much for their dream. They presented themselves as good people, but she knew of their deeds they spoke of together in meeting rooms, to voice their regret so they can know the cost once their dreams come to fruition.
Sirzechs sacrificed any relationship he could ever have. He has to be the strong figurehead and leader, to show the power and strength of the Devil Faction. He had to be standoffish and calculating, always ready to punish and make an example of anyone he needed to should it be necessary. He had too, to keep the Extra Pillers happy so they don't rebel after a millennia of mistreatment under the former Satans, to satisfy the Devil Council who refuse to change and only want power, and the rest of the populace of the new generation. He had, to keep the pantheons that would love nothing more than the extinction of the devil race from jumping when the Devil race was at its weakest. He had too, to keep the Sleeping Devil and his pawns at bay.
He married his enemy, whom he still hated at the time before they agreed to become married, and eventually began to love each other. He gave away his only sister in marriage, and in private he had confessed in remorse that the Devil Council was pushing for the same with his Son. And he couldn't go against Zekram Bael, the puppet master behind the council, who wanted to create more powerful pawns using the bloodline of the Bael Clan. If the time to choose came, he feared what choice he might make. He feared he might not be able to go against the Council, even for his wife and child.
Ajuka was the same. He spent years locked in his labs, slaving away. To improve the power of the Devil Faction, he invented. He invented the Peerage System, to create new Devil and relationships with other factions. He spent years away at times, like when he spent over a century with Odin helping him to Clone Surtr, then to give him the Original's Sword, all for an alliance with Odin to delay Ragnarok, with the Clone then becoming Sirzechs Rook. He committed unspeakable deeds, helping the Nefarious Clan in hopes their research would result in the ability to artificially create Super Devil's along with Nekomata clones.
He begged Sirzechs to pardon his now Sister's Rook Koneko, who the Council wanted to execute as a testament to their absolute power and justice. His guilt at her predicament drove him to hold the Council at bay while her sister Kuroka escaped the Underworld, a feat that was only accomplished with his help. He slaved away in his labs, inventing the defenses that protected the underworld, with his genius and intellect eventually being enough to make him more feared by other factions, even being feared more than Sirzechs.
Falbium sacrificed the least to others, but she knew his sacrifice was much more to those who knew him. He spent over a Century awake, not sleeping, planning the entirety of the Civil War, only won with his command. His skill at being a military tactician is enough to rival Ajuka's Genius. He expertly managed the Politics of the Devil Faction alongside Sirzechs, creating the system of law they use today.
He was a political and tactical genius, inventing the Rating Games using Arjuka's Peerage System, to help build incentives for Devil's to grow stronger, and reincarnate other races to build connections. He used their pride and greed against them. He also created the Familiar Forest, using his intelligence to lure the Chaos Karma Dragon inside, before she negotiated the terms of her staying there.
Her own feats were not to be admonished either. She negotiated with the Shinto Pantheon for a way to allow the Devil's to visit Japan, negotiated with Shamazya to allow the Grigori Territory in the Underworld, and she did the same with Tanin and his dragonkin.
She had lived a life of sacrifice, all for her dream of making the Devil Race better. She had played the role of a Jester so long, that she thought that when someone actually didn't see her as one, and as an actual person rather than a Devil, it was a joke. She laughed, carefree, relaxing for a moment.
This was their Dream. For the Devil Race to be 'People' and not 'Devils'. For Sona-Tan to live a world free of the discrimination Devil's faced, to love who she wanted, to live how she wanted.
This is what she wanted. To be able to converse with people freely without suspicion, and live casually in the human world among any Pantheon she desired. To be seen as a Person, and not a Devil. That was truly the funniest Joke of all to her.
They had fought wars, killed billions of Devil's over the years, and had done so many unspeakable deeds in pursuit of this. She knew Sirzechs felt the same for his Sister and Son. But to have this person in front of her treat her like a Person, and not like a Devil, was something amazing. It proved their dream was possible. That their efforts were not useless, because if someone can see them as people without even knowing their deeds, efforts, and changes to make Devil's better than what people assume, then their future efforts would pay off in time.
It was so amazing and funny to her she laughed, and Yasao smiled. Her laughter sounded pretty and nice to him, he idly noticed. It was nice, and it made him happy to make someone like her laugh.
She stifled her laughter, still giggling. "Thank you. That was refreshing to hear. To hear you say that …. It was much better than how most people see me." She spoke honestly. "It means that my efforts as a Magical Girl are not yet done! That those evil people who say I am not a true Magical Girl need to be put in their place and know the wrath of my power of friendship!!" She shouted, getting onto and standing on the table, pointing to the ceiling. She smiled happily, without her normal act.
Meanwhile, both Mil-Tan and Yasao were confused. After returning with a plate of freshly backed cookies, Mil-Tan thought that the person his Hero brought in was sweet and kind for not being biased against his boss's race, but overall irrelevant. Levia-Tan seemed to be exceptionally happy, just like when they first met when she cried as he asked for her blessing to become a Magical Girl himself. He was apparently the first fan who had summoned her and saw her as a Magical Girl rather than a Devil. He shrugged, not really bothered by her antics anymore.
Yasao himself was also confused. He hadn't really said too much, only some philosophical crap that sounded straight out of an overly-edgy person online, and now she was laughing and apparently thankful at his nihilistic view of humanity. Though most of this was overshadowed by his crimson blush as she stood on the table, giving him a perfect view of her panties.
"Ah .. that was great. Anyway, my name is Serafall Leviathan! What's yours?" She said with a smirk, looking down on him, knowing what he was seeing.
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Not much to say really. One of my biggest problems with DxD is it's confusion characterization, of people like Sirzech's loving his sister yet not interfering with her arranged marriages, or his personality being laid back and not-serious despite him being a Devil. This is a rationalization of his personality and actions based on my own idea's and understanding of him. The other Satan's are the same, with how they are contrasted against people like Riser and the Old Satan Faction. Is Serafall a Yandere? In my own headcannon, for her sister, yes.
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