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Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Er, no, the mind is gone as well

The army of Underworld had marched instantly to the ruins of House of Pillars, which was located in the territory that belonged to house Bael, and the location had been chosen because the Grand King, now-deceased Lord Bael, belonged to said house. Should the new Grand King belong to another house, the whole building would have been transported to the new Grand King's territory… But with so many of the Lords dead in one fell sweep, the re-establishing of the chain of command would take time. Possibly even decades, if some of the lesser noble houses's heirs decided to use the major disturbance to dispute their 'rank' in the Pillars.

The fact that the strongest Maou of the Underworld, Sirzechs Lucifer, was defeated… To say that it had caused mass panic among the devils who had retained loyalty to the Maous would be an understatement.

In fact, while the fact the House of Pillars had been attacked and the fact Pillars had been butchered live on television, followed by said butcher dying as a martyr to True God's cause, had caused severe ripples among the rank-and-file. Both because of the strength and devotion the single fanatic showed, and the damage he had caused during his terror attack upon the unprepared Pillars, but also because of how easily the fanatic had sacrificed his life to the cause.

Indeed, it wasn't as if the news of the 'resurrections' offered by True God's cult hadn't spread far. Quite the opposite in fact- Nearly every rank-and-file devil had heard of such service, and many had even attempted to use it and had been turned away when they had not sworn service to True God in exchange for the resurrection of their loved ones.

However, now the rank-and-file saw in reality what kind of mentality having a deity such as the True God could bring- That is, power overwhelming, and more importantly, a reassurance that should they die, they would be brought back.

For nearly any devil the most valuable thing they possessed was their life: For the devils there was no afterlife, nor a way to barter back what they lost if they lost their lives. And it was nearly unheard of for any devil to throw their life away even for a greater cause, much less to prove a point, unless said devil was already hundreds of years old and was actively seeking a worthy end.

And to see someone who was at the peak of their power and status, Lord Phenix, to toss his life, fame and all he had gained away just to prove a point, to become a martyr… It had shook the pure-blooded devils to the core, knowing that the True God needed but to wave his hand and the fallen renegade Lord would rise again, while His enemies were left as dust in the burning House of Pillars.

When it was combined with Sirzechs being defeated… A mass desertion began.

Asmodeus had done his best to stall the tide of deserters, but within hours the army had been reduced to a skeletal frame made of the oldest and most fanatic followers of Maous… And the Young Devils, who would inherit the seats of the Pillars and thus had their hands tied… Officially anyway.

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"Hm…" Sairaorg Bael, the current heir of Bael house due to his rank he had gained through countless Rating Games and enough sweat and blood to fill a small lake, touched the ashes of the broken House of Pillars. "So, my father is dead…"

"Sairaorg-sama…" Sairaorg's Queen opened her mouth to say something, but failed to find the words.

"It's quite alright. While I may not have respected everything he stood for, and neither did he respect me for my… lacking… he was still my father and his passing pains me." Sairaorg lifted his hand and gripped it into a fist, causing the scorched masonry within the Young Devil's palm to crumble into dust and begin seeping through between his fingers, scattered to the wind. "...The lordship of the house of Bael falls to me. And I declare that my father's death… Is not to be avenged. Instead, we negotiate for peace."

The expressions of Peerages that were investigating the ruins were mixed from the announcement.

"There is only one way forward for us. We've been defeated, with our foe needing to only raise his hand to strike one blow- One strike that shattered our morale, by threatening what most of us considered most dear to us: Our lives, and then showing that it need not be so." Sairaorg gripped his hand to a tighter fist while speaking… And opened it to let the rest of the masonry-dust float out of his palm and scatter to the wind, analogous to the anger he might have felt towards the one who slew his father.

Lord Bael might not have respected Sairaorg due to his lacking talent, but Sairaorg did not hate his father nonetheless. He might have not loved the old devil as a father, like the father did not love his son due to his lacking worth, but Sairaorg would not stoop so low as to hate the one who had sired him due to such petty things as discrimination and negligence.

Sairaorg had worked through his powerlessness, his lack of [Power of Destruction], house Bael's signature power, by the sweat of his brow and through rigorous training of both his body and mind, to the point both were finely tuned instruments of destruction… Or creation, depending on what was required of him.

He had worked through the discrimination of his own family, who with the exception of his mother had considered him to be little more than trash, and had worked his way to the place he was through constant vigilance, constant care, and constant drive to improve himself.

Sairaorg had no doubt that he wouldn't manage to get on top of the mantle of responsibility that had been placed on his shoulders. That of being the Lord of House Bael, until either his mother recovered to retake the role of Lady Bael who Sairaorg would give the mantle to freely, or his grandfather challenged him for the role and defeated him in battle.

Sairaorg had not been present in the battle that had raged in the Human World, as he had been placed into one of the 'standby' groups that had remained in the Underworld in case the 'Supreme Being' used the momentary lack of Maous to invade the Underworld. As such Sairaorg was to lead his Peerage in the Underworld's defence within it's soil.

Nonetheless he had heard what had happened from the few devils who had returned from the Human World- That is, ancient and terrible madness had been suddenly unleashed upon the world, but had been vanquished at the same speed. That the sun had died and turned to a black hole, while the human world was embroiled in madness and death. That all of the Angels, most of the Fallen and a huge portion of devils sent to the human-world battleforce had united together into a new faction.

And soon after the news had reached Sairaorg, he had seen Beelzebub carry the body of Sirzechs Lucifer over the devil encampment, soon followed by seeing the broadcast sent across Underworld- the death of Pillars.

With all combined… Sairaorg saw how the coming battles would conclude: The one fought with weapons, and the one fought with words, and the one fought with hearts.

True God offered resurrections, healing, and redemption to Fallen, Angels, and Devils all without discrimination. The Supreme Being threatened all of them equally. Ancient and evil beings were popping out of the woodwork, and the devils could no longer trust neither the Maous nor the Pillars to protect them.

It was foolish to pitch one's loyalties to the losing side. Even Sairaorg saw that, as much as he loathed the 'devil' mindset- That was, to place a person's exploitable value and power above all else, even above things such as morals.

Yet, even though he felt like a hypocrite, Sairaorg decided to discard the ancient dead… And place his hope elsewhere. '...Father is dead. His declaration… No, The Grand King's declaration placed him to True God's opposition, and so the Pillars died.'

Sairaorg was adamant to not follow in his father's footsteps. He had decided as much before, but the last few hours had furthermore strengthened that decision. Even more than that… Lady Bael, Sairaorg's mother, had fallen ill with Sleeping Sickness.

She was someone dear to Sairaorg, the one who had believed in him through all his hardships and struggles, and he was not willing to let her just wither away like so many ancient Devils had.

Even the brightest minds of the Underworld had failed to cure the disease… Yet, when resurrections were on the table, there were few limits to True God's power.

And so, Sairaorg's decision was made essentially from the moment he saw Sirzechs's body, and then solidified the moment he saw the Pillars die.

The group of Young Devils who accompanied Sairaorg with their Peerages in tow stared at the heir and new, young Lord of Bael family who had inherited the rank mere hours ago, but had already made a decision that would either make or break the noble house.

Seekvaira Agares coughed to her fist, and the pinkish-red eyed, spectacled blonde devil seemed to be processing Sairaorg's words until she stepped forwards.

"You are the acting lord of House of Bael as both Lord Bael and Lady Bael are either dead or in coma, true, but are you certain you wish to declare your opposition to the other noble houses so easily, Sairaorg-san?" The fellow Young Devil spoke to Sairaorg, and her words as usual were so coldly spoken that they could be considered hostile by most listeners. However, Sairaorg had known the heiress of house Agares for so long that he could tell that the woman spoke out of concern and fear instead of being purely from a legal standpoint.

"I know that this decision sounds hasty. I too think that it is too early to think of such things." Sairaorg nodded to Seekvaira. "But you know that we are besieged by mighty enemies, and one of our enemies is offering us peace with one hand, and offers destruction with the other… While the other enemies offer us nothing but destruction. Even the Maous are falling like flies- Can we truly trust their strength at time like this?"

"And where is your bravado, Sairaorg-san?" Seekvaira narrowed her eyes. "Did you not seek strength and strong foes to fight? Would you forsake the Underworld you were part of so easily? Are you a coward?"

Sairaorg bristled a bit from the woman's insinuation, but swallowed his pride- Something that was enough to mark him as 'abnormal' in the eyes of regular devils who'd likely fight to bitter death over such an insult. Instead he let out a hearty laugh that caused the woman's expression to harden even though the laughter was not directed at her. "I did not know I was seen as a battle-seeker… I can't truthfully deny that isn't the case either. But I must value the lives of the people who depend on me as well as my own morals and sensibilities. After all, I am now Lord of Bael family."

"And so, you'd mark them as Strays as well? The Pillars-"

"The Pillars are dead. I do not wish for my house and myself to follow them. Everyone within the House of Bael… No, my house is of course welcome to forsake their name, and return to the Maou's fold. That is one of the freedoms I have always wished to grant to all devils- The burden and freedom of equality and autonomy." Sairaorg answered simply. "From what I've gathered Diodora has chosen to side with True God, and I sent him a message to confirm what has happened to him… While I understand that Diodora has always been a deviant under a white cloth, he hasn't been mistreated by his new masters. I know not if that's a good thing for people like me… But… At the same time I have few other options."

"...I see. This is about your mother as well." Seekvaira narrowed her eyes. "Do you believe that 'The True God' would cure her illness if you sacrificed your house to Him? Would you still say the same, if you loved your father as much as I loved mine? The one that this 'True God's fanatic slew?"

"Haa. My mother's condition is partially why I'd seek the True God out… But he has joined not only devils but Fallen and Angels under his wings as well, and from what I have seen has the strength to protect his people... Our people." Sairaorg sighed heavily, and used the motion to sneak a glance to the side where he thought he saw strange motion. 'Someone's watching us? Ah… There were three Peerages sent to investigate this place further, after the Maous had defeated the foe… So that must be…' "I see no other path but destruction with the Maous. I will not be so arrogant to say that I'd advise you to reconsider your allegiances, not after your loss… Only that I'd prefer if we never met on the battlefield. I would relish a chance to test your mettle in a fight, but I would never take joy in killing you, Seekvaira-san."

"I… see." The woman's eyes narrowed dangerously and her stance was cold and high-strung, but Sairaorg could tell that if he walked away, the woman would not challenge him. Out of fear, most likely, but he suspected that respect might also stay her hand.

"...I hope that we'll meet again as fellow Young Devils. And not as enemies." Sairaorg turned around to walk away, offering Seekvaira a free cheap shot at his back should she choose to take it… and nodded to himself in joy as she didn't take the offered chance. '...I see. I'm glad that I was right about you, Seekvaira-san…'

"My King…" Sairaorg's Queen, Kuisha Abaddon of the families of Extra Demons who had chosen a path separate from Underworld's ruling system, snapped out of her stupor and hurried after her king. "We're with you, Sairaorg-sama… But are you certain this is wise? The repercussions…"

"Haha… We'll be alright. Besides, I'm not the kind of guy who hides behind spies and stabs his allies in the back. It is only fair that I'd give my old comrades a warning to the face, and not a stab to the back. Diodora might have chosen the latter… But I am not him." Sairaorg waved Kuisha's worries off while his Peerage followed him as well, each giving Seekvaira and her Peerage a wary glance in the passing. '...I hope everything comes to an end soon and there will be peace, Seekvaira-chan… I do not wish to see you die, much less by my hand…'

Nonetheless, Sairaorg walked forward without looking back to the ashes of House of Pillars.

A red beam of energy shot from behind him, and Sairaorg tilted his head to the side to allow the energy to pass by his head and splash against the landscape in front of him, gouging a deep gash to the savanna-like land of Bael territory.

Sairaorg glanced behind himself to see Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas, a Young Devil like himself, floating in the air with his devil-wings opened and a red magical circle prepared for another attack. "Zephyrdor-san. I felt that you were listening. Do you seek to stop me from deserting? I will not mince words or try to cover what I am doing here. And I will not ask you to stop- Follow what lord you wish. But like I said to Seekvaira-san, I do not wish to kill you. This is my resolve, and this is my warning. I have spoken my piece- Do as you wish."

"You seek to dictate terms to me, talentless cur?!" Zephyrdor charged from the sky, aiming a energy-wreathed blow to Sairaorg's chest as he turned towards the incoming devil. The sight of a noble devil's airborne charge wreathed in power might have shaken other devils, but Sairaorg had seen worse. "Die a traitor's death, you failure of a devil!"

Only, the blow never reached it's mark as Sairaorg grabbed the incoming blow, and let it explode harmlessly against his palm as if it was but vapor.

"I see… If that is your resolve, then I'll not disgrace it by holding back." Sairaorg nodded to Zephyrdor whose face fell as soon as the words registered in his brain. Which was further compounded by the fact Sairaorg had grabbed Zephyrdor's outstretched hand.

Sairaorg pulled his other hand back.

He had no [Power of Destruction] or other flashy fighting skills or methods.

So, he punched Zephyrdor in the face, using their joined hands as a lever to increase the impact of the blow even further, which was already quite considerable due to the sheer amount of power Sairaorg had gained through rigorous training of his body.

A loud 'boom' echoed in the ruins of House of Pillars as Zephyrdor was punched roughly six feet underground and into a massive crater that formed under the 'combatants'.

The Glasya-Labolas Peerage that charged after their King hesitated as they saw Zephyrdor's defeat in one blow, and outright fled as Sairaorg turned towards them to beckon them to come, one at a time or all at once.

"...kyaa. Cool…" Seekvaira coughed to her fist after seemingly accidentally letting out a cute sound that was unbecoming of the cold image of the heiress of Agvares family, albeit she couldn't quite manage to hide a small blush on her cheeks as she adjusted her glasses and continued to look at Sairaorg. "Ahem. I'd advise you to leave, Sairaorg-san. I'll not chase you this time, as it is my duty to take care of Zephyrdor's health as a fellow Young Devil, and to prevent his untimely demise due to his wounds."

Indeed, it looked like the sudden challenger's face had the consistency of minced meat as he lay on the bottom of the crater.

"I see. Thank you. I'll return the favor someday." Sairaorg nodded seriously, and Seekvaira coughed even harder to her fist to hide the growing blush.

"I don't do this for you!"

"I understand. I'll thank you nonetheless. I hope we'll meet again under better circumstances, Seekvaira-chan."

"I-Idiot…"

'...And now, to find out what kind of deity this 'True God' is… Diodora, I hope you have been truthful with me…' Sairaorg waved his hand for goodbye while walking away from Seekvaira, away from his old life. 'Mother… Wait for me… Father, grandfather, I am sorry, but I must forsake what you have spent your lives doing, building your rank among the Pillars… Alas, I place my hope in the justice of the True God… I dearly hope that I am not making a mistake…'

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"H-hoo… haaa… eehh…" Michael of Heavens felt like a lover of a married woman as he snuck off from a pile of women as they had seemingly gotten into a 'proper scrap' and were doing all sorts of indecent things with each other within the Church of the True God. 'I- This is not good! I'll need to find dad- No, I need to find Father! I can't think of him as 'dad', that's one step from 'daddy' and if I call him that, I'll be lost forever! I made a mistake! Father, forgive me! I succumbed to temptation against my will!'

Indeed, Michael was crawling away and managed to reach a side-door that seemingly led into an office of some kind and saw that there was a black-winged woman waking up on the couch… And then recognized her. 'I need to grab Gabriel, and bring her to Father… She can yet be saved, I am sure of that! T-this was a test, right? A test to see if we'd fall to temptation of flesh if our faith was shaken, if we thought that it was permitted? I-I can't believe that I'd fail a test this obvious…'

Michael tried to sneak through the door as he had spotted Gabriel on the couch… Only for someone to catch him by the ankle. And then by the 'bait' that was dangling freely in the air. And then by the arch-angel's wings which bore hickey-marks already were once again nibbled by what felt like human-like mouths.

And then more arms came from within the direction of the 'main hall', each of the feminine hands reaching to caress Michael's body in all sorts of inappropriate ways.

Gabriel seemed to wake up on the couch from the ruckus… And saw Michael.

Gabriel's eyes opened comically wide as she saw Michael, who was clearly naked and was holding to the open doorframe for his dear life while getting tugged to the other direction by the swarm of female devils and fallen angels.

Michael's and Gabriel's eyes met each other.

"Fly, you fool." Michael uttered, before the pulling of multiple female hands caused his grip to slip on the door frame and he was dragged back into the warm, squishy, soft and moaning pile of women.

Michael hoped that Gabriel could avoid the 'lewd' and seek redemption from Father, before it'd be too late.

Although the fact Gabriel had covered her eyes with her hands upon seeing Michael's naked state, but had left a sizable gap between her fingers, caused worrying thoughts to Michael.

As long as his mind worked properly anyway, as the 'message being sent' caused him enough relief that his self-control flickered, and the hesitation was instantly taken advantage of by a short-haired tomboyish devil girl who pushed herself against his chest and practically glued her tongue to Michael's tonsils, while another bustier librarian-looking girl 'hopped on' and practically glued the 'rod of god' downstairs to the entrance of her womb, complete with appropriate expression on the girl's face.

The devil-girls let out all sorts of moans, and Michael… Simply put, lost control.

And the devil-girls were more than willing to accept that fact with their soft, supple bodies.

'Daddy, noo… I've… Sinned… I'm… done for… Gabriel… My hope is… with you…'

"Hey, Mic-kun, you're pulling a pretty sinful face over there." A manly voice came from somewhere and the librarian-looking girl who had taken Michael's 'rod' inside her let out a cute moan.

Michael's eyes opened as he saw Azazel who had inserted himself into the librarian-looking devil girl from behind and was causing the girl to shake and pant in a way that caused streaks of saliva to flow down her cheek while she humped her hips against Michael's as if she was trying to tenderize it with her body.

Unfortunately for her, Azazel had chosen to mount her as from behind and thus each thrust was doubled in effectiveness, causing the devil-girl to practically melt into the sensation of the ultimate forbidden fruit, that of getting 'used' by the leaders of both Heaven and Fallen factions at the same time from both holes.

The girl let out one more muffled moan before her body went limp and she flopped off Michael and was pulled to the side by a sinful-looking Fallen Angel who started to jealously slurp the 'white stuff' coming from the hole that the Leader of Fallen Angels had occupied.

"I've got this if you want to tap out." Azazel lifted his eyebrow at Michael while dodging a lunge from a devil girl with massive bust, and countering by appearing behind her and grabbing her by the waist with one hand and turning her head with the other in order to give her a deep kiss, lift her leg on his shoulder, and then penetrate her with a sneak attack while she was distracted. "Say the word… Friend."

"Azhazhel-khun…" Michael's felt touched that Azazel would sacrifice himself to allow Michael and Gabriel to flee… And nodded. "I'll nevurh forgid yourhs sacrifishe..."

The speech that left Michael's lips was quite distorted and smushed due to the tomboyish devil that was still trying to choke Michael with her deep-tongue kiss, but she didn't prepare for the possibility that Azazel would just nod, and reach to 'plug' the tomboy's 'exit port' with his fingers and distract her long enough to allow Michael's lips a strategic retreat- Even if the Arch-angel's body was still trapped.

Michael then counter-attacked by kissing the tomboyish devil on the nape of her neck, causing her to let out a cute sound. The recently-Fallen Arch-Angel moved his hips in a way that mimicked Azazel, and the devil girl let out a timid moan as the outwardly outgoing girl was put on back foot with change in pace due to the fact that she was getting her exit fondled by Azazel, and lower lips penetrated by Michael.

The tomboyish devil-cultist let out all sorts of cute and lewd sounds, and Michael steeled his heart for what he needed to do. And so he let it all out, causing the girl to let one last cute whimper before going limp… Only for Azazel to pull her back and stuff his sin-wand into her rear entrance as his previous 'target' had passed out moments ago.

The girl let out a small whine and her concentration waned to critically low levels as Azazel turned her head to face him and kissed her on the lips.

"Azazel-san… I'll send reinforcements! Do not die on me!" Michael used the momentary lack of concentration on the girl's part to pull out of her, and crash back into the side-room-office where Gabriel was sitting on the floor and gawking at what was going in the 'mass hall' through a gap between the double-doors.

"I got this! Go on without me, Mic-kun! Gab-chan!" Azazel sent Michael a thumbs-up as he stood alone against the coming tide, sacrificing himself in order to allow the two Arch-Angels (or Fallen Arch-Angels) a chance to flee. "Come at me, and face your defeat! My will and hips are unbreakable! Wait, is that a tanned blonde tomboyish girl with abs… H-hold on? You're stepping on me?! Instead of charging at my hips, you're stepping on my face?!"

"Eeeeh?! I can't get to Michael-kun unless I step on your face…"

"Ho hoo… In that case, step on me as much as you'd like…"

Michael felt tears fall down his face as he grabbed Gabriel and flew off, crashing through the massive mosaic window of the office with Gabriel on his shoulders. "I'll never forget your sacrifice, Azazel-kun… Don't worry, I'll keep you safe, Gabriel-san!"

Michael ignored the disappointed whine that left Gabriel's mouth.

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Baraqiel crawled away from a clearly severely mentally impaired Maou who had tossed away her formal navy blue dress and instead had dressed herself in cutesy 'magical girl' 'clothes' and had started to wobble on the spot while a girl who bore surface similarity in her facial features to the Maou hugged her from behind and whispered something to her ear.

The Fallen Angel Lieutenant didn't really know what had happened to Serafall Leviathan to destabilize her so, but the fact Father seemed to not consider her an enemy despite being one of the 'Underworld's Great Four' made him a bit more at ease around her.

Not that he'd be willing in asking her what was wrong even if that was the case. Baraqiel had made the mistake of trying to stumble around Shuri's mental state during her pregnancy when she had been irate and illogically annoyed at everything, and had paid the price for it. And while Baraqiel felt that the pile of ice-cream that was on the table would be a good start, Serafall looked like it wouldn't be enough to quell her… Whatever the mental state the woman was in.

The gray-haired maid who Baraqiel faintly remembered to be Sirzechs Lucifer's wife and Queen was on the floor as well and was crying her heart out, but wasn't doing much else as Serafall had one of her hands pointed to the woman's direction in a way that more or less implied that the two were enemies… Or at least the unstable Maou was ready to blast the maid at a moment's notice.

It looked, at least from Baraqiel's viewpoint, that Grayfia was letting her grief out precisely because she must have realized the difference in power between Serafall and her, and thus had likely concluded that she might as well get the grief out of her system before it'd impair her during a time when she had a better chance to escape- Or have her revenge.

Nonetheless Baraqiel had no interest in getting involved in something like that, not when he needed to protect Akeno now that he could do so, and when he had a chance to amend his past mistakes, to bring the family back together…

And so, the Fallen Angel leveraged all his sneaking skill to sneak out of the balcony, using the blanket that he had found on his body to cover his movement until he snuck out of the balcony.

He placed his temple against the corridor's floor for a moment to calm himself down and to get a basic idea on the energies that were practically oozing from all directions… And 'felt' the energy that was akin to a devil and fallen angel in one. 'Akeno… I'll be with you soon. I'm sorry… There are no words I can speak to you to make everything alright, but I need to at least let you know what I'm about to do… I know not what Father intends to ask from me in exchange for resurrecting Shuri… But I am willing to pay whatever that is. You deserve to have a mother… Your father has failed you time and time again…'

A faint voice came from the direction, and Baraqiel snuck closer, until he reached the door and opened it to deliver the good news, steeling his heart for whatever venomous words Akeno might direct at him in turn- He'd forgive her for any words she might try to use to hurt him, for Baraqiel knew that it was just her own pain surfacing and making her lash out in grief and anger.

Instead…

"H-hyahh! Iyaahn… M-momon-kuuuhn… I was just joohking- Ahaaaiii… " Akeno was doing her best in holding her voice in but was failing, and was instead letting out cute, shy and a bit panicked voices while acting every bit like an innocent maiden who was being violated while her face was flushed red and she had a smile on her face that was both a bit sadistic and a bit dreamy, both clashing with her tone spectacularly… Until her voice returned to its normal, teasy tone. "Daddy, I'm going to breakh- I'm going to brekh… My butt won't close anymore… Ufufufu, isn't that what Ravel says… Do you like it when girls talk like that, Mo-mon-kun?"

Indeed, she had slapped both of her hands on her mouth, and was currently lying flat on her stomach in a divan-style couch, and was being railed from behind by…

"Ah. Father."

"Ara, father?"

The similar words came from two mouths, with Baraqiel turning to stare flatly at Momon, and Akeno turning to stare flatly at Baraqiel while losing the 'cute' tone from her voice as if she had flipped a switch. But Baraqiel was not in the state where he could notice things like that.

Rias, who Baraqiel just noticed was present, let out a sound that was like that of a choking fish before she let out a shriek and covered herself as she had been lying next to Akeno and had been fondling the raven-black haired girl's huge breasts, and the red-head had a vein pulsing on her forehead for some reason.

Baraqiel opened his mouth, and promptly bit on a pillow that impacted against his face, courtesy of Akeno who looked like she had snapped from the stupor she had gone into upon seeing Baraqiel and promptly began tossing whatever she could get her hands on in the direction of the Fallen Angel Lieutenant.

Baraqiel didn't even notice as the projectiles kept going, even when a projectile-vase broke against his forehead.

A faint thought passed by his head before lights went out in his head for the second time in less than an hour, courtesy of a projectile coffee table that impacted angle-first against his face and made it resemble a butthole for a moment as the table's sturdy mass made it hard to just ignore in his daze.

'I… I knew it… Momon truly is Father… And Father hasn't changed… It's just a new coat of paint… He's as vindictive as ever… To give back Shuri as a gift of forgiveness… But take Akeno away in penance, and do that to her… He's the same, only his methods have changed…'

Baraqiel was a bit glad that 'Momon' wasn't an impostor, but at the same time felt dread over the fact that the old geezer hadn't changed his hypocritical, petulant and borderline psychotic ways, only his methods… And possibly for the worse.

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"Huh, I figured someone might have been looking." Momonga nodded in the direction of the unconscious man who was lying on the floor with a coffee table on top of his face, courtesy of a fairly impressive throw on Akeno's part as the girl was forced to toss the object while prone. "Hm, I think Baraqiel-san needs bandaids or something…"

"Uuugh" Rias groaned in frustration. "I was just getting in the mood as well…"

"We could continue, you know." Momonga offered as Rias looked quite disappointed, but she flicked her finger against his nose in reprimand.

"Akeno."

"Ah. Good point, dear." Momonga noted the raven-black haired girl's expression. "Akeno-san-"

"Stop… Stop calling me 'Akeno-san'..." It looked like the girl below him was shaking, and her shoulders were practically quivering like her voice did. "I'm Akeno… Just Akeno… For Rias… For you…"

"Akeno…" Rias hugged the quivering girl against her chest, which was somewhat awkward considering the position the girl was in. Momonga felt that continuing would be bad etiquette and pulled out, causing Akeno's butt to quiver a bit and clench.

"That… That he'd charge into… That… That man… That he'd dare…" Akeno was letting out sobs alongside the words and it looked like having Baraqiel barge in when she was doing the 'deed' with Momonga and Rias had severely destabilized her mental state.

"Akeno… Calm… Everything's alright… You heard Momon… Shuri is going to come back… Everything will be alright… The old wounds still hurt you, and seeing Baraqiel must have made it so much worse…" Rias whispered calming words to the girl's ear even though it looked like the stress of the past few hours and by extension the last weeks was starting to surface for both of the girls.

A wave of Momonga's hand sent a silent [Emit force] in the direction of the door, causing it to slam shut and push Baraqiel's unconscious body back to the corridor.

While 'Momonga', the Overlord, part of him saw only the potential gain in Akeno's loyalty through acting supportive… Suzuki Satoru part of him saw the girl's state differently.

That is, he was not blind to the pain Akeno was in, nor to the pain Rias was in due to the death of her father and possible death of her brother… And then Suzuki Satoru remembered the pain Ravel was in, and the pain Sona would likely be in as she had lost her parents only a day ago.

For some reason… Momonga felt like the whole thing was his fault. Some part of him reminded him that he had ordered the Overlord Wiseman to kill Ravel's brothers for political reasons, he had ordered the attack on the Underworld to create a demand for his 'wares'... And, he had failed to contain the 'cult's spread when Dominion Authority had started to preach, indirectly leading to Pillar's declaration as Momonga felt like the old devils might have seen a chance to destroy him when they believed him to be his weakest, and had not been blind to the threat the cult made to the Underworld's unity and the Pillar's rule, forcing the Overlord Wiseman to effectively decide between betraying Momonga for the Pillars, or 'betraying' the Pillars for Momonga.

'...Am I the villain in this story?' Momonga was starting to realize something. '...If I had been faster at containing my summons… If I had acted less hastily when interrogated by Sirzechs and Beelzebub, hadn't summoned the undead that started this whole situation… If I had just ordered the Elder Lich to attack directly against the Maous and die pointlessly for some 'grand plan' it believes I have… If I tried to find a way to market my 'products' in some other way… Would Ravel not be so sad? Would Akeno, Rias, Lady Phenix, Sona… All of them… be happier? Would I care? Should I care about their happiness, even if it places me in danger?'

It was likely that if he contemplated on such matters before [Emotion Suppression] had broken Momonga could not have related to the emotions displayed by the girls to the extent he could now- He might have been able to 'gamify' the emotions to some sort of 'plus and minus' modifiers in some 'reputation table', but it would have been only numbers on a mental paper, puppets to be used like he used his summons, as opposed to something that Suzuki Satoru could truly consider.

Even the fact his 'summons' were not NPC's but people was starting to surface to Momonga's mind, making him realize just how bad 'father' he had been to them- That when he had seen Overlord Wiseman die for him, he had only seen his own chuuni surfacing in the actions of Momonga's creation, criticizing it for what Momonga created it with, and barely regarding the sacrifice the summon had made for what he believed was Momonga's intention and wish...

'...Emotions… Sadness by proxy…' The 'Overlord Momonga' could not relate to the emotions, but Suzuki Satoru could. And now, without [Emotion Suppression], the emotions also drove his actions- Something that worried the 'Overlord' to no end.

Worried that they- no, he'd make a mistake when acting based on his emotions, and get himself killed.

However, without [Emotion Suppression], there was no way for the 'Overlord' part of him to strongarm his decision.

Momonga reached to stroke Akeno's hair and hug her as well after turning her so she faced towards him as opposed to hugging her awkwardly from behind, causing the girl's shivering to worsen. He wondered for a brief moment if Ravel was somewhere, feeling the same, and felt guilt that he was hugging Akeno instead of going to Ravel's side to reassure her as well- Something that he swore he'd do as soon as he got the chance. "It's alright… It will be alright… Everything will end well… I'll…"

"H-How?! Everything… Everything is gone. The human world as well…" Akeno was starting to shake even harder, and Rias's emotional exterior seemed to crack as well from the raven-black haired girl's mood infecting her as well and eroding her resolve, causing thick tears to pour down her face as well. "E-even if mom comes back, that…"

"Don't be so fast to write everything off. There's still hope. I understand that this is much to ask- But believe in me." Momonga felt that a reassuring speech might find purchase, and he partially spoke to himself as well to reassure himself of his illogical decision to try to restore what was lost both directly and indirectly due to his actions.

"...I believe Momon… So please believe him as well…" Rias's nose seemed to be blocked as she hiccupped while hugging Akeno.

"H-hic…" It seemed that the girl wasn't able to respond, however, as the piled-up stress seemed to find a release in the moment.

"Let's just stay like this for a while. The world can wait." Momonga offered while keeping the hug up, and Akeno tied one of her arms around him and the other around Rias, drawing both of them into the hug. 'Haa… But the other question is… How exactly am I supposed to fix the sun?'

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'Hm… Good, very good… I was worried that he'd be a cruel or cold person in private or be emotionlessly logical, both of which would place me in a bad position as I have little bargaining power when it comes to trying to get into a political marriage with Momon and get my people re-settled into the Underworld… And I will not place Kunou in the shared care of a cruel and cold person…' Yasaka nodded to herself as she withdrew the hand-mirror which she had used to spy into the room below by dangling it over the edge of the balcony so she could peek into the room where Momon, his wife, and presumably a mistress of some sort had been having an intercourse, which had turned into a gentle scene of reassurance and hugging. 'Moreover, he has mistresses outside his wives which means I should have an easy time approaching him, not to mention that he seems to consider the feelings of even his mistresses… I'm not certain if he's receptive to political marriages, so I should probably cover all corners and try to seduce him with my body as well, as he seems to favor girls with large breasts based on those two, so I should be able to do it… I can't go for half-measures with this when the lives of my people are on the line…'

The Kyuubi of Kyoto nodded her head as a 'night-battle' plan formed in her head while the sun began to set in the Underworld, making way for the coming night…


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