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It was almost noon a few days after I had my fun with Ainz Ooal Gown and his crypt, that I heard a knock at my door. I looked at Kuroka to make sure that I hadn't misheard. She was laying halfway on me while we watched adventure time and had her ears perked up and was looking towards the door. I got up with a sigh and hit the pause button on the remote. The nekoshou wavered between laying back down and following me before getting up herself and stretching as she walked after me.
I took a short look over the house before I got to the door. It was a little messy, some neat piles of empty snack wrappers and bags on a few tables and a stack of plates in the sink, messes neither I or my parallels had bothered to clean up recently. I wasn't quite fit for visitors… well I didn't want anybody to bother me anyways. That's why I moved to the middle of Maine. The only things bothering me were my lovers and the wildlife that kept eating all the flowers around the forest, magical or not.
Putting those thoughts aside I opened the door and was sadly unsurprised by the person standing politely outside.
She was supernaturally beautiful - it was a little sad how common that was becoming for me - with long golden hair falling down her back held in a ponytail with a Japanese styled crown and a red ribbon while golden fox ears were settled on top of her head. She wore a long white coat that fell a little past her waist with a fluffy fur lining around the neck and was looking at me with a little nervousness, though she hid it pretty well. Nine fluffy fox tails, as golden as her ears and hair, waved behind her.
If I hadn't been exceptionally good at sensing emotions through aura I'd say she was nervous but keeping it together out of respect, but instead I knew she was feeling a grim readiness and a significant amount of fear.
"Yasaka," I said respectfully. A little exasperation slipped through my tone. I didn't want the leader of yokai and Ameratsu's high priestess giving me headaches. From what I knew she was actually a very pleasant person, but with her came work, the bane of my lazy Sunday. It was actually Thursday but every day was Sunday to somebody rich and unemployed.
"Abyss Mavros. It's good to finally make your acquaintance," she said with a polite smile. "May I come in?"
"That depends as to what you're here for." If she was here for my deification across DxD or for something petty like 'please save my kingdom from the Khaos Brigade' I was shunting her to Elseria and letting her and Irisai sort things out with her, consequences be damned. Akame was staying with them right now as well and was taking a more official position as head investigator within the leadership. It was more like head assassin, but investigator sounded better and made people think that she was just a spy.
"I'm here to discuss the potentiality of your cult becoming a legally sanctioned religion within my dominion. I'd also like to know about your connection with the nekoshou." I looked at her steadily as I wondered whether I could send her to my cult and avoid extra work.
I sighed lightly as I came to terms with the situation on my hands and stepped aside, gesturing for her to come inside.
"Thank you-Kuroka?" Yasaka blinked at my girlfriend.
"Oh shit," she cursed, looking with wide eyes at the priestess.
"What are-!" Yasaka looked angry immediately but then glanced at me as I roused my aura a little bit.
"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't yell at one of my lovers," I said calmly.
"… Of course. You have my apologies," she said smoothly after a moment. The look she sent Kuroka a moment later filled with promise and a good amount of anger had her smile nervously and shift from foot to foot once.
"Come on. I don't have any decent tea but I do have coffee."
"I'd appreciate it," Kuroka moved to step away when Yasaka grabbed her arm in a motion that didn't look forceful at all if it wasn't for Kuroka's wince at her grip. "Do you have servants to prepare the drinks or may I spend a moment with my former subject?" My girlfriend sent me a pleading glance.
"Give her a say in things. I'll be back in about five minutes." I was given a nod and a practiced smile before she walked elegantly away, her prisoner literally digging her heels into the floor, making a squeaking noise as she was forced to leave.
I stepped into the kitchen and took my time making myself a hot cocoa with extra marshmallows and a coffee with dash of milk mixed in. I didn't drink coffee often but Kuroka and occasionally Esdeath did if they were tired in the mornings. I just knew how to make it from the machine we had.
Before long I was hearing loud voices from the dining room that I mostly ignored, the two yokai arguing about one thing or another. I started taking my time, moving with a deliberate slowness while listening into the conversation.
"-Could have been there for you but you ran away!"
"You weren't there when it mattered! My people - my species - were slaughtered like animals by the people you decided to trust and what did you do? Nothing! Nobody did-"
"What would I do? Declare war on every devil in the underworld?"
"-Anything! Everybody died and nothing happened! Was that how much my whole village was worth to you?"
"How dare you! I made trips yearly into the underworld just to see my people in the colony-"
"You waved and said pretty things but when heads started flying you fucked off back to your palace."
"I made speeches! I made an embargo!"
"Giving them the silent treatment, oooooo, so very proactive."
"I demanded reparations. I received them."
"Reparations don't replace innocent lives!"
"Of course they don't! Do you think I didn't cry over the massacre?! That I didn't - and don't - care?!"
"I think that my sister was enslaved by the satan's sister, handed to the bratty princess on a silver platter, and you just let it happen!"
"Your sister suffered because you killed a devil you willingly consigned yourself-"
"Asmodai raped me! And he was going to do the same to Shirone!" My mug's handle cracked under my grip when I heard the hurt in Kuroka's voice. I took a deep breath and used my unity affinity to make the mug whole.
"You were in hell! What could I do to stop an established devil tradition you yourself agreed to-"
"I agreed to serve him as a bishop! I didn't agree to be fucked every night by-"
"Coffee," I said intrusively. Both of the women stopped and looked at me with eyes still filled with hurt and accusations while I set the mug and a saucer down in front of Yasaka. I put my hand on Kuroka's shoulder and spoke quietly but still loudly enough for Yasaka to hear. "Go for now. I think both of you need some time to prepare yourself for a talk like this." She nodded after a moment of hesitation and walked away a little quickly.
I sat down across from Yasaka and sipped my drink while I waited for the priestess to collect herself. It took her a minute and a few sips of coffee to settle down, though she didn't seem to like the brew I made as she expressed through a scrunching up of her nose after her first sip.
"I'm sorry for bringing such drama to your home." She bowed her head apologetically when she finally decided to speak.
"You didn't mean to."
"I requested time alone with her."
"You rushed into it. That was your biggest mistake. But it seems like you had a lot of tension with her so at least you got it out of your system. Now, you wanted to authenticate the cult I have?"
"Yes." Her head raised up and she grew more focused, politics coming back into focus over the emotions and arguments from just a minute ago. "The yokai faction, while large, rich, and well organized, has only a few truly strong individuals. We have exactly three beings which could be called ultimate class including myself in the western faction, five in the eastern faction. Most of our power comes from our numbers and our benefactors in the Japanese pantheon." I nodded at this, already knowing it.
"It's to my understanding that you're the more influential between Nurahiyon, right?" She nodded.
"Nurahiyon is old. He is more interested in reminiscing over the 'olden days', typically the gedo period. While he is the more material leader among the yokai most of his work is done by his lieutenants, mainly Magari, the only ultimate class nekomata. Meanwhile I am the sole influence over the western faction and the spiritual leader over all yokai." I hummed in acknowledgement. I knew most of that already, though I thought that Nurahiyon was more powerful than Yasaka presented him.
"I don't suppose you want me to unite the western and eastern yokai, do you?"
"Not at all. I want a more direct benefactor than the kami. They tend to appear in our hours of need but for the most part they prefer to reside in their own affairs, which tend to be chaotic. Susanoo keeps causing chaos, Tsukuyomi refuses to act out of laziness, and Ameratsu is too busy keeping her own pantheon in order to spend much time on her worshippers. You, on the other hand, treat your followers perhaps better than any other god I've heard of."
She leaned in a little closer to me, her eyes glittering. "Tales of your followers are being whispered around the world, the worshippers of the apostle of Ophis, who are gifted with a fragment of his power, which can snuff out even the strongest spell with ease and wield all elements of the storm like an elemental, no need for a spell circle whatsoever."
"My followers are connected to my soul, if weakly. Some of my excess power slips through to them, most notably the void. My domains are a little varied but void is the most prominent, though my power over blizzards has grown recently."
"I see… if I may ask how strong you were…"
"I'd tell you that I'm strong enough to freeze over the whole of the US twice over if I pushed myself and had no resistance. My power over void is theoretically infinite." Yasaka seemed to pale somewhat. The fear in her spiked before she appeared to think for a moment and it stabilized to a cautious emotion.
"That is impressive."
"I have a lot of weaknesses, though I could be a lot worse. I can list thirty beings off the top of my head that lurk outside this reality that could beat me without much effort. I'm fostering some apostles that will be able to cover these weaknesses."
"It's hard to imagine you as weak by any means," she muttered.
"It's easy to look at somebody greater than yourself and call them the pinnacle of something." Her mouth turned a slight grin as she took a sip of her coffee. She was more than halfway done with it.
"And wise, too."
"If I was wise I would stop causing so much trouble for myself."
"Perhaps." She refocused and grew more serious. "As your cult grows you'll be needing more ways to legitimize yourself and a way of showing that you're not going to be another Khaos Brigade. There's a lot of fear over you after your actions at the three factions summit and that can easily turn to hatred. I'd rather be friends, frankly. You don't seem like the world destroying type."
"I actively avoid doing so," I said dryly.
"That's good to know. And I have to ask, are you a nekoshou?"
"Not in the slightest," I said honestly. "But I am having a nekoshou child, just so you know. Kuroka's pregnant."
"… Congratulations," she said, pausing in shock at the news.
"If you want to be technical, I'm a homunculi of my first body made of living metal and some other magical materials. I've died, ah… three times? I think it's three times. You could also say four times since I was once possessing somebody and they… anyways, my body is artificial. Kuroka's child will be a full nekoshou but a stronger nekoshou than any that have come before them."
"That's… good," she decided. A soft smile crossed her face. "Thank you for telling me. So you accept my offer?"
"So long as you're fair I'll lend your faction my cult's more powerful members and if you have a genuinely good reason for me to step in I will personally help out. Just don't expect me to appear in public often or help manage your nation. I'll send you to my high priestess to handle the details. In exchange, assist my cult in gaining formal recognition and to deal with their problems, though there aren't many at the moment." Yasaka nodded with a more genuine smile, her eyes clearly happy.
"I will reach out to you to later if anything important comes up. For now…"
"Here's my card. Now take it outside the house." I formed, enchanted, and handed her a thin card made of ice with my name and the number to me or my cult on it. She took it and nodded, her mouth set in a line as she left the table to find Kuroka. I leaned back and set a parallel to do the dishes, glad that it was over.
I was just surprised she hadn't tried to flirt with me or something. DxD logic wasn't dissimilar from hentai logic. Maybe it was that I hadn't looked at her breasts for the entire time talking.
Did I just miss that opportunity? I'm a god. I could have totally gotten away with it. Sure I'm not exactly lusty but damn…
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Not three hours later more trouble arrived. Some days were just bad days.
' … Help.' I felt the word from my connection to my followers. It was hardly the first time that I had heard that word. My followers had been in combat before and sometimes they died. Not often but a few of them had fallen in combat before. I generally gave them a boost of my void affinity, giving them access to a full one percent of my power, but if they still were going to die then they died.
It was inevitable that some of my more martial followers would fall in battle. I couldn't be there all the time and I already divvied up my affinities among more than a thousand people at this point. Even though my void affinity was constantly growing now, I could only give so much power to my followers.
This follower, though, was Taylor Hebert, who I had a vested interest in and who slew a god and the legends of her world with two hands and a lot of bugs. Given the power to vanquish cities I knew she would turn out different so long as she was forced to learn and adapt. One of the driving forces behind her story was escalation and how she herself matured as a parahuman.
But of course I would help… so long as she learned from it.
I delved into our connection, getting a vision through her eyes. I felt her magic, mana reserves emptied, aura damaged, and a woman in somewhat gaudy armour holding a grenade launcher aimed at her. Beside her was a girl in white robes with a red cross on them backing away with her hands protecting her face.
I knew roughly what was going on. So I acted.
First I took control of Taylor's body, wresting it away from her with my dominant position in our connection and my own experience with purely aura battles. My own aura filled hers and I reworked how it flowed through her body in an instant, my own experience manipulating aura utterly outstripping her amateurish flailing at body enhancement. Even with Taylor's unpolished body I would be superhumanly fast. I went through how I could use that as an icy blade sprouted from my hand in an instant and my other hand raised upwards, void at my fingertips. I could always use a blade, after all.
Just to distinguish myself as different from Taylor I pronounced my aura, making a red glow appear around me, casting the area around me in a bloody light. It was pretty intimidating if you didn't know how purely cosmetic the glow was.
I twitched my fingers and a portal between dimensions sprouted in front of the grenade flying for just an instant. To an untrained eye it would appear to have just disappeared as it went into the void between dimensions, never to return.
"Wha-" the masked bomber started. I didn't wait on her. I had thankfully re-read the novels and knew about her bombs planted over the city, the toe-rings she used for remote detonations, and the suicide switch she had. I wasn't up for any of that.
A pillar of ice appeared in front of her, sprouting in a tenth of a second at most, which was slow for me. Piloting my affinities through another's soul slowed me down. While my blizzard affinity was working I had it flash freeze the area around me to ice. It would surprise everyone in the area, leaving me able to deal with any other threats.
Taylor's body turned to an ice sculpture and out of the ice pillar a new Taylor emerged as I blatantly ripped off how Esdeath used the body of worlds skill, turning one's own limbs to their element in a faux-teleport. I was already in motion with my ice sabre, slicing through Bakuda's legs without resistance. I got fancy, hopping upwards while spinning to cut through her arm with my blade while another blade formed in an instant, as thin as a razor, and severed the other arm. A leg kicked out with more blizzard affinity into her chest, where an icicle sprouted.
Bakuda flew back, limbless and impaled by an icicle, and I spent a full second icing over her stumps to prevent blood loss. I needed the bomber alive because of the possible deadman's switch.
With that settled I turned to the other matters. All around the area we were in, some kind of warehouse, there were frightened Asian faces. Didn't Bakuda implant bombs into her gangster's heads? These would be the kids pressed into her service, then. Since the bombs were disabled they were a nonfactor. However, Panacea might still be hurt by them… maybe.
Just to be safe I performed the teleporting trick again back into the ice sculpture and grabbed the healer. Taylor pushed at my control again, thinking that I was going to hurt her… friend. They were friends? Good for them.
"WHAT?!" she screamed as I stepped towards her. She looked with bulging eyes at Bakuda, now defeated by me. I ignored her yelling and grabbed her arm as I tensed. A pillar of ice sprang up underneath us and lightning boomed as I blasted through the ceiling into the air, to the cue of more screaming. I continued ignoring Panacea and held her securely with my aura enhanced strength.
It was easy to see what had happened. The warehouse was in a seemingly abandoned industrial area. Not far away, Lung, who had already turned into a sizable drake already (a twentyish foot lizard on two legs was NOT a dragon), which meant regeneration, pyrokinesis, and all the perks of being a twenty foot tall supernatural lizard.
Lung was blasting fire at a frightened looking girl in a charred white dress who just so happened to be flying. Glory Girl, she was called. She was one of the local superheroes. Taylor had certainly been making friends with New Wave lately it seemed. It made sense with her attending Arcadia. Besides Glory Girl there were also two teens in white and blue or violet costumes, one shooting some sort of laser and the other making a shield of energy. The… Pelhams? The second side of New Wave from the Dallons, which had Panacea and Glory Girl. They were the far more stable side of the hero team.
Now what to do about Lung? To me it was obvious. He was a gang leader with a penchant for killing and was willing to kill some dumbass teens for stealing from him in the very beginning of the Worm series. He was dead meat.
I could vaguely feel Taylor in the back of my mind yelling at me to stop, that she could take it from here. I ignored her. I wasn't going to be summoned for her convenience. Besides, she could blame this on me just like my brutality when dealing with Bakuda. Her public image as a hero would be a bit dirtied by the mind controlling murderer that could take over her body, but thus was life.
Say, how long had I been possessing Taylor? Ah, four seconds.
I fell to the warehouse roof and dropped Panacea without much care and immediately turned to lightning, dashing to Lung's face. I reappeared with a boom, my feet on his snout, and I dropped while thrusting my sword into his brain. He roared, though it was a bit high pitched, and I leaped away into the air as he shook his head, doing a backflip for flair. I almost lost my form in the air, not used to Taylor's long legs throwing my balance off, but the flip turned out all right.
So a lobotomy wouldn't kill Lung, regenerator and all, which meant bigger guns. Easily done.
I leaned more on my blizzard affinity and charged up a blast of true lightning, the kind that blew apart brick houses and left craters where they hit. It only took a second working my magic through Taylor's resisting soul before I let it loose and saw a sizable chunk of his face blasted away to mush. Nearby the heroes fighting Lung flinched at the booming. I had protected myself from it by stilling the air around Taylor's ears, of course.
Dust, he was so slow. Bakuda was too. I had been getting too used to battling Esdeath or Kuroka. They were as fast as I was if I didn't actively use my aura to empower myself, sometimes even faster. These people were moving like molasses in comparison. My high INT was making my conquest of Taylor's foes almost boring.
I could have been fancy and lodged an icicle inside of him and exploded it or pulled the air away from his vicinity so he couldn't go all pyrokinetic, but what would be the point? Lung was too weak to properly fight me even without tricks. I wouldn't treat him like he could actually fight. It would be a waste of time.
Instead I pulsed the full power of my blizzard affinity into a single lightning bolt, getting as much power output from it as I could in a single moment and sculpted that to not destroy the whole city block, focusing the power at the head of the bolt. There wasn't a need for mana or any real focus. My worst spell was still leagues better than Taylor's best when it came to magic of any sort.
"Wh… Taylor?" Glory Girl yelled in confusion. Her ears were apparently ringing with the boom.
"Did you-" Shielder, the blue suited Pelham, never got to finish his sentence. The city boomed as I released my lightning bolt on Lung. The area lit up and so did Lung. Blood and charred viscera flew away from me due to the blast and I growled as I was blinded again, worse than last time. Taylor screamed in my head, accusing me of injustice and raging against how I had stolen her body and was scaring her friends.
Was I doing the Hermione thing again? … Nah. Not here. Taylor actually asked for this, asking me playing as a demon of sorts to help her, and I was hardly preying on insecurities. The girl who choked her idol to death by suffocating her in bugs was NOT going to be that traumatized by Lung's death. If she was a little traumatized she could have some time to get over it.
"Your eyes suck," I complained out loud. It was a little off putting to hear a girl's voice instead of my own but not by much. I had been in stranger situations. "Whatever. Remember, Taylor, your life is mine, as our bargain dictates. I'd appreciate it if I didn't have to defend it every weekend. Somebody as weak as Bakuda should be child's play with what I've given you. Use your head, girl. Make a light blizzard around the city and use it to track down Bakuda, for example. You can sense through your storms, hopefully."
I beheld Lung's corpse. He was half scaly slag and half incinerated char. The back half of him looked almost rubbery by how it was melted, the scales cracked and blasted into pieces. On parts where his scales were gone but the skin remained you could vaguely see nerves in an agitated red color standing out, utterly fried by several trillion watts entering his body. The typical lightning bolt had about ten billion. More was better in this case.
"T-... Taylor? Glory Girl asked fearfully. I realized that I was stalling and released my hold on Taylor's body, though I still peered through her eyes. She stood in the same still pose for a moment, as though not aware that she could control her body again, before a small shudder went through her and she doubled over, her hands on the concrete as she vomited onto the asphalt and heaved afterwards. Teardrops fell to the pavement and she shut her eyes harshly. "Taylor!"
The girl rushed towards her friend and held her, though she looked green as well after seeing Lung's corpse. There was silence as Taylor finished vomiting and wiped her face, still crying lightly. It didn't take long to collect herself. During that time I gave her some parting words.
"I'd recommend not telling them that you had a demon possess your body. And don't tell them about me. I'd prefer to stay anonymous for now. Additionally, I will need a decent lodging soon. I'd recommend killing Coil and handing me his base. He kidnapped Dinah Alcott during the bank heist and she is currently held in his base. Go play hero and save the princess. Recruit Tattletale if you want. She would gladly shoot Coil. Finally, get stronger. You're pathetically weak right now in comparison to the things to come… Goodbye, Taylor. It won't be long until I have another task for you, so don't delay."
I could feel an anger towards me in Taylor through our link but it was overshadowed by a bitterness aimed at herself. I could guess that she was internalizing something like 'honestly what were you expecting from the demon?' That was mixed with relief that the battle was over, guilt for the harm she had caused Bakuda and Lung, and anticipation towards the future and what was to come.
"I… there was a master," she gasped out after my monologue. "I didn't know I… I thought it was just ice and the forcefield." Liar. I could tell without even using our connection that she was being deceptive but to the teenagers who just saw a dragon get vaporized? They didn't even consider that she was lying. Too much was happening for them to catch up.
Seeing Taylor complying with my orders I pulled back from our connection. I couldn't push her too hard but I couldn't be soft with her either. I wasn't sure if I was handling her right but I was at least content that I had the leash with her power. I didn't want her as an enemy for certain. I'd rather her as an enforcer of mine that I could deploy to handle problems for me, a 'champion' if I needed to use flowery words.
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"You look tired," Akame observed as I walked into my lab. She was sitting on the long table against the wall, her sword and a small pile of gear beside her while her bare feet dangled, the shorty. She was wearing a red vest along with tight black pants and a black undershirt, giving her a sort of slim and dangerous look. Considering the multiple sheathed knives in the pile of gear it was an accurate description.
"I am tired," I said bluntly. "I'll have to cancel our session. I'm really not feeling up to studying Murasame right now. I have enough problems as is."
"You have problems?" She seemed skeptical as she began disappearing knives into her clothes. She was about to stab her calf when she paused and seemed to remember that she didn't have her boots on.
"People problems. Power doesn't poof away the problems of others. Especially teenagers. I had to deal with a diplomatic contact with the religious leader of the Yokai earlier, though really she's more of a queen. She nearly had a fight with Kuroka because of some bad history." I looked at the cabinet filled with glowing vials nearby, all of it liquid affinity from me or those close to me, and wondered whether I was up to adding to my collection.
"Talking to people is annoying. You have to tough through it," she said wisely, nodding to herself as if to affirm the less than helpful advice.
"It could have been worse with her. I'm more irritated at the teenager."
"Hrm?"
"There's a girl named Taylor."
"American?"
"Close enough. Anyways, I'm trying to toughen her up but she's just not taking to it. I'm not hurting her or anything. I gave her a hand when she was down and asked for her allegiance in exchange. I was sudden but I was completely honest, or at least I tried to be. I solved some of her biggest problems and handed her a new life on a silver platter with the simple order that she avoid a few groups of people and improve herself, which she was already going to do."
"What did you help her with?" Akame didn't seem super interested in what I was saying but she was at least listening, slowing down as she donned her equipment.
"She was shoved into a locker filled with toxic waste after a year-long bullying campaign, of the type where the mindless cruelty of children is laughed at. She was a social outcast and tormented every day, basically. I took her out of that locker, gave her the power I'm going to use for my… 'divine champions', she's sort of a prototype for it to me, and I gave her the evidence needed to get her revenge on her assaulters legally."
"Toxic waste? Wouldn't that be murder? At least assault? That seems beyond the typical tormenting of children." She was interested now, her eyes sharpened. Perhaps she had a soft spot for children.
"She would probably have died if she was in there for more than twelve or so hours, which was entirely possible. There's a biokinetic in her city that might have healed her but… well, it's moot. She would have been badly injured or worse. I saved her from that and just today she asked me for help, which I provided. The problem is that I killed a slaver and a terrorist in the process and she was furious at me, wanting to take them in. Her world isn't as bad as yours, but imagine a teigu wielder who pursued criminal activities unsanctioned by the government. Why wouldn't you kill them? I don't get it but that's not the problem."
"It's that she isn't grateful for your help."
"Exactly!" I agreed. "I don't want her to kneel down and praise my name but shouldn't she at least say thank you? She had the power to deal with her problems but she wasn't able to. I dealt with her problem mercifully, even leaving the murderous terrorist alive for her, albeit limbless and pinned to a wall. I just don't get why she's so bitter towards me more than anything. I don't even know where to start fixing the problem."
Akame seemed thoughtful as she clicked Murasame to a belt at her side. "… Kids shouldn't be fighting. They're emotional and see things how they want to see them. Maybe you should try breaking how she sees things?" She shrugged. "That might work."
"Maybe…" I muttered, thinking over her words. She looked at a silver and ivory ring on her finger and pushed some aura into it. There was a small pop of displaced air as the runes on the ring activated, teleporting her away to the cultist compound.
Taylor didn't see me as human, I decided. I was distant, some cosmic demon she owed her soul to who tended to order her around. I had given her gifts, but to her credit, they were necessary to actually do what I asked. I doubted that she saw them as my powers that she was borrowing, more her powers that she was given. Of course that would make a more hostile view towards me.
So what could I do to make her see me in a less horrible light? Hmm…
Well, she sucks at using aura apparently. I'm not going to teach her the basics, I was well beyond that, but I know somebody who sucks with it as much as she does. Brockton Bay was sure to be a lot livelier soon.
But for that to work… hm, I would need to speed up my plans. Oh well. I was going a bit slowly anyways. Now how did I want to approach Cauldron?
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