Chapter 3: He Discriminates Neither Humans nor Vampires
Ichinose Guren's Office, Shibuya.
Ichinohe Hisaya was standing in front of a man with short black hair and purple eyes. The man was sitting behind his desk which had his barely touched paperwork piling on it. The man was Ichinose Guren.
"What is it that you wanted to report to me, Sergeant Ichinohe?" Guren shifted his attention from his boring paperwork towards his colleague.
"Lieutenant Colonel, during my squad's patrol in Harajuku, we were surrounded by the Horsemen of the Apocalypse." Hisaya started.
"And then?"
"While we were retreating, a white-haired young man with silver eyes helped us. He used a weapon that's similar with a manifestation-type Cursed Gear. However, the demons inside our weapons confirmed that it wasn't one. In any case, he was quite powerful for a human despite not possessing a Cursed Gear."
Guren nodded. "Did you manage to get his identity?"
Hisaya scratched the side of his face. "That's... The young man claimed that he didn't have a name and wanted us to give him one. Something else to report about him was that he was highly enthusiastic to start a conversation with us. Like he had never talked with anybody for a long time."
"Huh." Guren leaned back on his chair. "I will have someone relay this to the rest of the Moon Demon Company. He might be a threat. If not, it will be useful to have him on our side if he is as powerful as you say. For now, unless he reappears or someone else reported about him, we shouldn't focus too much of our attention on him. Just keep an eye out for him and continue your duty as usual. Thank you for the report, Sergeant Ichinohe."
Hisaya saluted. "Understood, Lieutenant Colonel! I'm glad to be of servi—"
The door to the office suddenly banged open. Hisaya turned his head to see a youth with black hair and green eyes barged into the room.
"GUREN!"
Guren sighed and dismissed Hisaya. Although he was wondering who could act in such a rude manner towards the Lieutenant Colonel, still, Hisaya bowed his head and left the room.
"What do you want this time, brat?" Guren was already looking at the papers on his table.
"STOP MAKING ME READ THE STUPID BOOKS AND LET ME KILL THOSE BLOODSUCKERS ALREADY!" Hyakuya Yūichirō slammed his hands onto Guren's table.
Seeing some of his papers wrinkled, Guren rubbed his glabella; his head was starting to throb because of the kid in front of him.
"Listen here, kid. How many times have I told you that you can't kill those vampires you hate so much if you—"
Thus began Guren's lecturing of Yūichirō. He was going to have a long day today it seemed.
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"Omotesandō~ Omotesandō~ Omotesandō Station~" The God of Freedom skipped around in a forest near Harajuku.
He was currently looking for some animals to hunt. Before he went to the Omotesandō Station, he thought it would only be polite to come bearing gifts. The humans there were so gaunt and malnourished that the god felt pity for them. The vampires were also miserable because they had to drink blood from starved humans. The blood must be of low-quality.
It was the vampires fault, but the God of Freedom would make it his goal to properly educate both of the mortals on how to cohabitate with each other. Anyways, he just wanted an excuse to converse with them and have insights on their lifestyle. Building a functioning community shouldn't be an unrealistic objective. Maybe.
Well, if it did not work, he could just abandon the plan. While he set making the tragedies as little as possible as his goal, the Goddess of Creation gave him the okay to do whatever he wanted. It was not like anybody could stop him anyways. If push comes to shove and shit hits the fan as the humans always say, he could just kill the mortals if it proved too much trouble for him, but that was unlikely to happen unless the mortals somehow managed to royally piss him off. He was neither the God of Virtue nor the God of Darkness.
However, if he was to pick a side, he preferred to be good because that went a long way in not angering people and thus creating annoying flies that would buzz in front of his face. Being evil sometimes was admittedly more fun though, so it was just a matter of his mood.
"Oh, a deer!" The God of Freedom spotted a healthy fat deer not far from he was. His black ring immediately materialized into a black sword, and he swung it from a distance. The deer's head was cleanly incapacitated with one slash. He then came by the side of the dead animal in a flash.
"Hmm, I'll hunt one more." Looking at the still deer and dragging its lifeless body by the hind leg, the God of Freedom hummed a little tune. "Vampires~ Humans~ They will all~ Cohabitate together~"
It didn't take long for him to find a bear and kill it. He dragged the bear by one of its hands with his free hand, his sword had returned back into a ring on his finger.
He dragged his two headless gifts as he made his way back to Harajuku. Along the way, he was obstructed by several Horsemen of the Apocalypse, slowing down his trip. Due to the fact that he was excited to meet some more mortals, he did not mind the abominations that kept coming one by one. In fact, he felt like it was a cleaning game; it did its job in momentarily staving off his boredom.
Soon, he arrived in front of Omotesandō Station. Just from the entrance to the station already gave the tell-tale signs that the place was less than stellar. Rust covered the railings at the side of the stairs that led down to the station. The words on the sign was faded to the point that the God of Freedom could barely made out that it was indicating the name of the station. There were cracks everywhere, and trash littered the general area.
When he dragged the corpses down the stairs, what little blood the dead animals had painted the ground red. Seeing this, he nodded his head. "The red makes it less dull. Maybe I should bring the Horsemen here and make them spill their blood?" He stopped for a moment to contemplate before shaking his head. "The mortals wouldn't appreciate it." He then continued down the stairs.
Arriving at the first level of the station, B1, the God of Freedom saw neither humans nor vampires. The only thing he saw were the dimmed lights, cracks and holes adorning the walls and ceilings, and torn advertisments and signs.
He looked for the stairs and descended to level B2 of the station. On B2, he still had not sensed any living beings except for rodents and insects. Well, he definitely sensed life from the level below him. He wasted no time and went down the stairs.
Stepping foot onto the last level of the Omotesandō Station, his lips formed a smile and his eyes sparkled. Looking at the gaunt humans in standard livestock uniforms littered around the place, the God of Freedom announced his presence, "Hey, I come bearing gifts!"
The human livestocks raised their heads and looked at him with lifeless eyes and only a little bit of curiosity. Noticing their lack of reaction, he walked to the center of the station and dropped his gifts on the floor. He put his two hands at the sides of his mouth, forming an incomplete circle shape in order to amplify his shout. "Everyone! I come bearing gifts!"
Just as he finished shouting, a figure leapt towards him, a sword in hand. "Shut up, human." It turned out to be a vampire as he swung his sword overhead, aiming to cleave the God of Freedom in two.
The God of Freedom dodged to the side with a shift of his foot and backhanded the vampire's face, sending him crashing into a wall. The wall crumbled, covering the vampire in rubble. The God of Freedom pouted, "You should be cutting the animals, and not me."
Three more vampires sprung up from the shadows, their cloaks fluttering behind them though they did not attack the God of Freedom immediately. Another two vampires showed up from behind him and they asked, "A human coming into our den alone? Such arrogance is befitting of your foolish and inferior race. However, once we are done with you, you will just be one of the many livestocks here."
The vampire that was backhanded by the God of Freedom rose from the rubble and joined his comrades with a snarl. Blood trickled down the vampire's face, but the wound already started to heal.
"I didn't think you were that fragile." The God of Freedom revealed a sheepish smile under the dim lighting of the station.
"Human, we have changed our minds." The six vampires lifted up their weapons and attacked the God of Freedom. "You will die here because of your arrogance!"
The God of Freedom deftly dodged their attacks by sidestepping them, and lightly pushed their weapons to side, causing them to miss. He did not take out his sword as he had no intention of killing them. Instead, whenever one of the vampires got too close to him, he just backhanded them to the walls.
The humans had a look of fear on their faces. They did not dare run upstairs and just avoided the general area of where the battle took place; they knew they would be killed by the vampires if they were caught escaping.
By the end of the one-sided battle, all of the vampires laid down on the ground, groaning and barely conscious. The station had also seen better days as the walls had holes and rubble decorated the floor. The God of Freedom dusted off his hands and looked at the humans cowering in a corner. "I didn't kill the vampires." He added, "Also, you aren't allowed to leave, unless you want the Horsemen to kill you."
One of the braver humans—a woman—had stepped forward and asked, "W–What do you want?"
The God of Freedom smiled and pointed at the dead animals. "Let's clean and dissect these animals and start a fire, shall we?" He then went to the first vampire that attacked him. He lifted the vampire and put their arm over his shoulders as he walked towards where the animals' bodies lied.
"Don't touch me, you filthy human," the vampire that was being carried said in a weak voice. "I don't need your disgusting pity."
The God of Freedom then laid the defenseless vampire down on the ground near the animals. He tilted his head. "You don't deserve my pity though?" He just needed them all to be alive because he wanted to build a community where both the humans and vampires were not oppressed by either side.
"Once I recover, I will kill you," the vampire threatened even though he had no strength left to move even an inch of his vampiric body.
"I plan on training all of you here so you can defend yourselves better, so your suggestion of a spar is welcomed." The God of Freedom hummed as he picked up another vampire that he rendered almost unconscious. He then called out to the humans. "That includes you guys too."
As he moved the unwilling vampires one by one to the place where the bodies of the animals were, the humans did not dare take a step forward, not even the woman who had asked him a question.
He did not speak in a different language, so after repeating his instructions to the humans twice, the God of Freedom was disappointed that they did not move from their spot in the corner. In this case, he decided that he would move them himself if they refused to move. That would be faster.
Therefore, in the next few moments, the God of Freedom used a miniscule amount of his strength to beat up the humans—just enough so that they could not resist his transportation of them—before he put them where the vampires were. Finishing his task of moving the stubborn mortals, he clapped his hands and announced, "Alright! Let's cook!"
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