A white haired little girl was running for her life. Her body was riddled with wounds. Her clothes ragged, with traces of whip strikes all over the girl's body.
"I have to run... Mom..." She shed tears while on the run. "He killed mom and dad." The girl was livid. But she had to escape, or she would die.
Huffing, her gaunt body exerted every ounce of her strength to propel herself forward.
The wounds on her dripping blood. Her eyes were getting blurry. Steam came out of the girl's mouth as she panted.
She was also sporting a high fever, some of her wounds were infected.
"I... I can't go on. Why?" She dropped on the ground, spent. Like a street urchin waiting for a dog's death. Her eyes glazed over as she sobbed.
"Why was I born? Why did mom and dad have to die?" She then remembered a white haired devil in her mind.
Burning rage then almost consumed her. But she was at the end of the line. A combination of malnourishment, wounds, infections, and exhaustion would claim her.
She could feel it. "So cold... Mom, dad." The girl closed her eyes.
"Geez, what's a kid doing at the outskirts of Lucifaad?" A fallen angel with black hair and gold bangs appeared. Wearing his douchey top which had a v neck that went too low.
"Hmm? Your sacred gear activated. And it's divine dividing, interesting." Azazel smirked at the lucky find.
"I'll heal you up nicely, kid." He was about to reach out to her.
"Halt! You're one of those pedos aren't you? Have you no shame? You're going to take advantage of a sick child?" Mordred shouted and he was getting angry.
"W-wha? No! What the hell are you talking about?" Azazel denied vehemently.
"Your instant denial and nervousness tells me everything I need to know, cretin. Your douchey attire and average face also tells me you don't get women. That's why you prey on children!" Mordred took out the Kusanagi and it hummed with divine power.
"Look at this kid, this is all a misunderstanding! And you're just a kid that hasn't seen real boobs yet. I'll have you know, I have harems, kid." Azazel glared at him.
"I already did, my mom's breasts are sublime. They're the best in the world." Mordred transformed into his dragon form.
Horns grew atop his head and he lunged on Azazel. "Go and take her away!" Mordred gritted his teeth as they clashed.
Azazel felt his hand go numb when he blocked Mordred with a light spear. The divine aura of Kusanagi prickling his skin.
It wasn't as bad as he is a fallen. But they were still creatures of darkness.
"A god and Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi?" Azazel frowned.
They then got hit by divine lightning and Azazel was smoking. "You're a ridiculous kid." He had to shake his body to rid himself of the paralysis from the lightning.
"Filthy fallen, you try and corrupt even children!?" Mordred's blood boiled.
Azazel was in a pinch, he couldn't really hurt the kid. In his mind, Mordred was definitely a god of the Shinto faction who might be in Lucifaad because of business.
"Vanish with the roar of the thunder you filthy cretin!" Mordred suddenly started to form a third eye on his forehead and his magic skyrocketed even further.
The imperial regalia vibrated violently and the clouds in the sky suddenly brought down a storm of lightning.
Azazel shielded himself and dodged the attacks. Earsplitting thunderclaps alerting Lucifaad.
"Shit, everybody's going to get here." Azazel winced. But the barrage of lightning raining on him was preventing him from teleporting.
A magic circle then appeared and Tiamat appeared in her dragon form. A majestic western dragon with blue scales that reflected the moonlight growled.
"Tiamat?" Azazel was dumbfounded. "AZAZEL! I'LL KILL YOU AND DESTROY GRIGORI!" Tiamat's aura exploded and the underworld started to tremble.
There was a saying that dragons shouldn't be angered. It wasn't a baseless rumor. Because dragons have an ability called outrage.
Their strength increases in proportion to their rage and anger. To the point that even low class dragons can fight ultimate class beings to a standstill.
And Tiamat's imperial wrath raged. She thought that Azazel was attacking Mordred. And a mother's rage knows no bounds, instantly shooting up her strength that she would be able to kill Ddraig and Albion at the same time.
"I am sorry goodbye!" Azazel immediately teleported away.
"Mom?" Mordred hardened his expression, fear gripping his heart. But a dragon should never yield to it.
"Mordred! Are you okay?" She immediately went to him and she gritted her teeth.
Her slitted pupils constricted to a thin line and she looked towards Grigori's direction.
When a dragon enters outrage, it was said that they would fight to the death or until their target has been killed.
"That pedo was trying to take advantage of the girl. Masaomi and Cleria showed her, yes?" Mordred explained.
Tiamat blinked at that and her rage was waning. "What? You tried to stop a pedo?" Tiamat got confused.
"Yeah, I smelled a wounded person and I found her on the ground. Being approached by that pedo Azazel. I knew that he was perverted. But to even reach for children? Even fallen angels are like the priests of the Vatican." He shook his head in disappointment.
"Yahweh should've smote him when he fell." Mordred was convinced that Azazel was pure evil.
Tiamat started laughing after she checked that he was unharmed. Though the third eye on his forehead wasn't disappearing.
"Come on, let's go home Mordred." She hugged him tightly in worry.
They disappeared and returned to the familiar forest.
And after a minute they teleported, the four Satans arrived immediately at Lucifaad's outskirts.
"Secure the perimeter! We defend the underworld with our lives!" Sirzechs barked orders and he prepared to use his true form. The form that only the super devils can achieve.
In which they fuse with their clan traits to the maximum. Becoming the power of destruction himself that could erase almost anything to nothing.
But they blinked dumbly when there was nothing there. The Satans were expecting an earth shattering battle that would result in the underworld turning into rubble.
"There are traces of dragon magic, divine energy, and a fallen's tainted light energy." Ajuka checked the remnants of magic.
"What in the seven hells happened here?" Serafall was also confused. She was prepared to die for her sister. But they found nothing, like the offenders just upped and went after their display of power.
"Well, whatever appeared here. We have no chance of beating it. Troublesome." Falbium shook his head.
"That's the thing... Whatever that was, I can still feel my knees get weak." Sirzechs shuddered at Tiamat's aura.
"We release the news later that it was an experimental accident from Lucifaad. This will cause mass panic. A being that is stronger than the heavenly dragons is roaming around the underworld." Ajuka sighed.
And he hasn't even completed Tiamat's evil pieces. Not knowing that she was the reason for their troubles anyways.
"Troublesome, I also have to work for this." Falbium rolled his eyes. But they were all glad that it turned out to be nothing.
Back at the home of the offenders, they were healing up the injured girl who had blue wings on her back that was glittering.
"So this is divine dividing?" Mordred touched the wings curiously.
"Yes, Albion. You there?" Tiamat called out to the dragon residing in the sacred gear.
"Tiamat? How are you? Still scaring off Ddraig and his wielders because of your treasure?" Albion chuckled.
"Shut up, who's the wielder anyways?" Tiamat huffed and Albion went quiet for a second.
The heavenly dragons changed once they were sealed. For centuries, they saw a lot. The perspective of humans that no other dragon could claim was experienced by the two.
"Thank you very much for saving this child. She is Vali Lucifer, she's been beaten, tortured, and starved. Then to try and break her humanity out of her, Rizevim Lucifer killed her parents right in front of her." Albion explained with a growl.
"The original Lucifer's son? These devil bastards really are irredeemable." Tiamat scowled.
"Rizevim Lucifer huh? I have marked him for death." Mordred squinted his eyes.
Caliburn will definitely destroy him later. It is the purpose of his sword. To cull the wicked from the face of the earth.
"Vali's mother is a human. That is the reason why I latched onto her. Tiamat, please take care of this child. She's gone through a lot." Albion requested.
"Of course! Can you see my baby here? I am a parent, he is my pride and joy." Tiamat promised.
"I am Mordred Pendragon, son of Guinevere and Arthur Pendragon." He introduced himself completely.
"What? But that's impossible." Albion was confused. The Mordred he knew was a girl that betrayed Camelot.
"I found him here actually, he's the real deal. He's the wielder of Caliburn. And the sword soaked up all of the holy energy his seals had." Tiamat shrugged.
"Well met Mordred. Azazel isn't really a bad person, but I am sure that he would be a terrible influence on her." Albion thanked him for stepping in.
"Him? Not a bad guy? He is a pedo. The fallen was about to reach out to her." Mordred pointed at the unconscious Vali.
Albion went quiet and Tiamat could feel that he was rolling his eyes at her.
"Tiamat..." Albion deadpanned at her and she raised a brow. "What? He's a fine dragon as he is."
"And that... Evil dragons? Damn, the god of the bible sealed them into you." Albion pieced it all together.
He could feel it, Mordred is a living sacred gear. And he had a terrible aura that indicates he is full of anti-dragon seals and magic.
"Albion was the more sensible one of the two heavenly dragons." Mordred heard a new voice in his head.
"One of them talked to me again and it isn't Grendel." Mordred blinked.
"That's Apophis, we'll tell you his powers later. Enjoy your prison you bastard?" Tiamat chuckled.
"Tch, I have made peace with it. We had the greatest battle with Yahweh. But don't get cocky Mordred Pendragon. I will consume you if you lack resolve." Apophis was surprisingly civil and honorable even.
"Is he really that polite?" Mordred raised a brow and the two dragons chuckled.
"He is a special case. He does love killing anything with his shadows though. Apophis is just really enthusiastic about battle. Grendel's plain crazy." Albion explained.
They cured Vali slowly, flushing out toxins and from her infection. And then they healed her battered body.
After a good night's sleep, she woke up with a groan. But she never felt better in her life.
Shooting up to a sitting position. She immediately looked left and right. "I... I was dead." Vali whispered.
She then saw Mordred and Tiamat open their eyes. "Good morning, I am Mordred Pendragon." He greeted.
"Tiamat, the Chaos Karma dragon." Tiamat added after him.
"W-where am I?" She started getting anxious. "You're in our home, I found you half dead. You would've succumbed actually." Mordred explained to her softly.
"W-why didn't you let me die? My mom and dad are already dead... You should've just let me die." She started tearing up.
He hugged her tightly because it felt nice when Tiamat did it. "You are a dragon, when you are wronged. You kill the aggressor, Vali. Remember the name of Rizevim."
She suddenly tensed, fear seizing her body. But when she remembered all the things he did. She gritted her teeth so hard that they almost shattered.
"Rizevim Lucifer! I'll kill that man!" Divine dividing appeared due to her desire to kill him. Sacred gears respond accordingly after all. A user's desire and emotions can strengthen them.
"What is this?" She blinked and touched the wings. "You are this generation's white dragon empress partner. I am Albion, the vanishing dragon. One of the heavenly dragons which needed all of heaven and the underworld to defeat." Albion explained with his regal voice.
"Shut up Albion, you and Ddraig had a fight and you rampaged during the great war. So the biblical faction ganged up on you and you got yourself killed." Tiamat chortled and Albion coughed.
'Curious... Yahweh shouldn't need the other factions to fight us if he was at full strength. He managed with Crom Cruach, Azi Dahaka, and Apophis. Those three are almost at our level.' Albion was deep in thought.
And the three of them were working together to fight Yahweh. While Albion and Ddraig were just rampaging around, not really teaming up.
"So you're my sacred gear? A Longinus? And these types can even kill gods?" Vali broke him out of his thoughts.
"Yes, though we are tools that will help you. There has never been a case where a god died due to a Longinus." Albion snorted.
He remembered all the users who got arrogant. When gods are a different ball game.
"Correct, tools are only capable due to their wielder. You must train yourself first. Then perfect your use of your sacred gear." Mordred nodded sagely.
"Well said honey." Tiamat hugged him and he rubbed his face on her torso.
Vali then adopted a forlorn expression. Missing her mother that used to hug her like that as well.
"Come here Vali, you will be a part of Mordred's kin now. And his kin is my family as well." Tiamat lifted her up and hugged her too.
She went wide eyed. Then her face scrunched up. Tears flowed from her eyes and she wailed.
"You will be my kin, the first members of my hoard; Dragon nest. I look forward to being with you, Vali Lucifer." Mordred patted her back and she hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go.
"Ara, my son is growing up and saving ladies like a knight in shining armor." Tiamat chuckled.
"Mom, a knight with shining armor is weak. Those who are true knights have well used armor due to countless battles. I am the rightful king of knights. I won't be like that." Mordred denied her claims.
"Whatever you say, you're still bringing in the ladies. Ise will be next, you little charmer." She ruffled his hair.
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