Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

"What in hells is happening now…" Just done talking to Linkle about her plans moving forward, Raven was drawn out to the gallery attached to Gara's chambers.

Looking out from there, he was nearly blinded by the burning shimmer of a thousand angel–all with their unique inhumane features.

Some had a hundred small hands striking out from their gory body, some even were simply organs like eyes with massive wings stretching from behind them, but the worst to look upon were the mind-bending creatures that had no sound structure and couldn't be comprehended by the feeble human mind.

Just looking at them was enough to make Raven's eyes burn up. The split sky with the burning image of an infinite cosmos, its incomprehensible splendor burned like an aurora, something few could withstand gazing upon, and needless to say only Helga and the devils of the party managed to stay conscious.

"As vicious as always," gracing the sand with his feet, the leader of the angelic group turned it into a field of flowers. Blooming in his presence, they danced with the wind and flooded the air with an alluring hint.

"Murdok's Valkyrie, been a while since I have seen you…" Folding his hanging white sleeves, he lifted his head to look at Helga. Summoning another spear while he did so, the Valkyrie pointed the spear at his neck. And yet, the angelic leader greeted her with a smile. "No mortal weapon can kill an angel, I thought you already knew."

A moment's silence lingered between the two, all the while Asmodia who was controlling Erika's body slowly moved closer to the whole ordeal. Liliyana was also awake with no effect on her from the angel's presence, but she was far too busy checking up on everyone to butt in on whatever was happening between Helga and the angels.

"Raguel?" Asmodia muttered, recognizing the familiar face.

Blonde hair as beaming as the sun, a smile that could bring any quarrel to an end, and those radiant eyes of gold that could see through all lies and deceptions. He was the angel of fairness and the ambassador between gods and their different legions of angels.

"Oh, it seems we have another servant of the order with us," shifting his attention to the devil for a moment, he politely nodded and lifted a finger. "I'll be with you in a moment friends, just allow me to dissolve this quarrel."

"The only thing dissolving today is your flesh for daring to call me a god's servant!" Pressing the spear against Raguel's neck, Helga tried to stab him, but much like her other spear, this one turned to dust as well. "FUCK!"

Squeezing her fist and gritting her teeth, she wanted to punch him just because he was a servant of those depraved beings. However, what Raguel said next killed her urge to punch him in the face.

"If it will calm your heart, then strike away at my body as long as you need, as long as your heart's not sated," spreading his hands wide and smiling still, Raguel closed his eyes in waiting for Helga to start punching him.

"Fuck you…" With him asking to be hit himself, Helga no longer felt like taking out her anger on him. "Mind your tongue from next time or I'll rip it out of your mouth."

Turning around with a jolt, she decided to head into the coliseum's interior and wait until the angels were done. She was supposed to be dropped off at Athenia by Raven today, but now that would have to wait for a few more hours.

"Gather your arms and return," in the meantime, Raguel had the angels serving different gods scour the coliseum for the weapons that belonged to their treasury. Some found them quick and were already headed back into the tear in the sky while the others, especially those few who served Athenia struggled for much longer as they had less number to work with.

Moving closer to the devil as the others did their tasks, Raguel smiled at Asmodia and even offered her a shake of hand. For a moment, the devil looked at him with suspicion but once her doubts were washed away, she shook his hand and then leaned into his ears to whisper.

"Do you have a daughter or a son I can torment?" Chuckling a little, she pulled herself back.

Laughing alongside her, Raguel began to clap.

"As expected of the devil who seduced a god, ahaha…" Taking a quick pause to remind himself of something, Raguel reached into his long sleeves and took out a bundle of letters bound with a blood-soaked ribbon.

"No…" Asmodia's eyes numbed the instant she saw the ribbon. It belonged to the same goddess that she once fell in love with. "I-is that h-her…"

Squeezing her chest, she drew deep breaths trying to calm her heart and mind, but in the face of her lover's last sovereign, she couldn't help but fall to her knees, panting and in tears.

"Yes, Asmodia," with one hand on his heart and grief reflected in his voice, Raguel knelt before the devil and placed the letters into her hand. "The ribbon as you know used to be white, but after the elder gods in their heavenly courts stripped her of immortality, she bled red like any other mortal."

Lifting the face of the sobbing devil, Raguel gave her a moment to collect herself. And then as she finally stopped with only light hiccups, he said something that made her burst into tears once more.

"In the middle of this stack is a note written in her blood. After she finished writing it, she looked at me and said 'Tell my love that even in my last moments, I loved her with all my heart.'" Her eyes grew numb, her fingers squeezed Raguel's shoulder, and then came a hug that drowned the rest of her tears. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get these letters to you."

By the time Asmodia stopped crying that day every angel but Raguel had left, he stayed with her as long as the devil wanted to cry on his shoulders.