The first one was it giving a confused stare and occasionally circling around before going back to the nun or land on my head to sleep.
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The second habit was it constantly sending out bolts of electricity at every other male apart from . Ise and Kiba were quick to note that fact and often glared at for an answer, to which I responded with a shrug.
Maybe it was because I gave it so treats so it would not attack despite being a male? Maybe I can do the sa for the forest guardian if I ever t that fellow again.
"You could try talking with the two princesses a little. I can't say much nice bits about Gremory, but Sitri-san seems to be a little more manageable." I remarked as I took a bit of the eggs.
"Oh, so you also think that way huh?" Mitelt raised an eyebrow at . "Well, they have approached mostly about my knowledge on the Grigori. I did not talk much to the Gremory Princess, since she was clearly not trusting that much, but I have discussed a little with the Sitri Princess. She is perhaps a little more agreeable to . The Gremory could take a few lessons from her to fill her brain apart from her oversized boobs."
'Hai~ what a ssed-up comnt.' I mused while thinking about her talk. There was so truth to her words; when she was first being questioned, Mitelt did not give out the information willingly so they turned to to try and get her to talk, but considering their differing attitudes towards her and my interactions with the two, it seed that Mitelt felt it easier to speak to Sona.
That, or she did not like Rias due to a certain asset she has in big abundance.
Now that we were on that subject about Angels and the like, perhaps I could ask that one question on my mind.
"Miltelt, I am curious about the description of God and Heaven. Can I ask you about them?" I raised my fork and lightly twirled it.
"GULP! Sure, what do you want to know?" Mitelt took a big swing of water to help get the food down from her over-enthusiastic eating and panted out her reply.
"Is there really seven levels of Heaven as stated in the old scripts?" I decided to go safe and asked one general question.
"There are, we call them the Seven Floors or Seven Heavens. The one that you humans would associate the word 'Heaven' would be the third level." Mitelt answered while using a few strips of bacon to illustrate.
"Then what about the other levels? What are they used for?"
"Well, the first level is the living quarters for the lower ranking Angels. The second level is where the Angels go stargazing and also serves as a makeshift prison for Angels who have sinned. 'Pri real-estate' as so would put it." Mitelt snorted lightly at the na. "The fourth level is the location for the Garden of Eden."
"Wait, THE Garden of Eden? The one where Adam and Eve used to live in until they got kicked out by God?" I blinked at the thought that there was such a garden.
"Yup, one and the sa." Mitelt took a quick sip of water to quench her throat. "That used to be such a nice garden too, sha that it started to shrink after they left."
"The fifth level used to belong to the top mbers of the Grigori before they fell. Last I heard, they were converting them into so research institute for advancent of the technology available. The sixth level is the living quarters for the higher ranking Angels, particularly the Seraphs. You probably heard about the more famous Seraphs like Michael or Gabriel."
"How about the seventh?"
"... That is the place for the Sacred Gear System, and also where Father lived." Mitelt replied back softly before biting on her pancakes a little harder than required. Judging from her expression and what little I have learned all this ti, she was very sad that she could not return ho to heaven. Ti for the next question, just hope it was appropriate.
"Regarding God himself, are the descriptions of him true? As in the part of him appearing as an old man in a white robe?" That seed to knock her out of her funk, if anything it must have reminded her of a more happier ti when she was still back ho, as she started smiling a lot.
"Ah that, there was a rather funny story behind that." She chuckled lightly as she explained. "You see, roughly around 100 A.D., Father was on sowhat favorable terms with the Gods of other religions as opposed to his animosity to the Devils and the Grigori. Every so often, the gods would et up for so big talk or to discuss truces with one another. Now at one point, Zeus was coming to et Father while being half-drunk and he fell through the roof of a man who was praying for a sign. Because of that, the man thought he saw Father and spread the word, thus the image of Father being an old man with white hair and beard was born."
I could not help but chuckle at the image I got about the description of God's image. I can't help but wonder how so of the Executors I knew back in my old world would react to the description.
Considering how hard-core so of them were, mostly likely a lot of Dark Keys would be involved, followed shortly by several Black Bullets.
"That must have been quite a problem for God." I remarked cheerfully.
"Actually, he laughed quite loudly at that ti." Mitelt let out a sad smile. "He always did enjoy the funny side of matters, and for his case he was thinking of coming here in a form other than a blazing tree or so other supernatural form, so he decided to adopt that form and went about with his work."
Well that was one way to make do with the situation. Now for a very uncomfortable question.
"Mitelt, don't take this the wrong way, but…" I paused while lightly tapping the knife against the plate. "Regarding that ti at the church when we were dealing with the Raynare girl, are you still wishing to go back to Heaven?"
"…" Mitelt silently took another bite of the food in front of her and took so water before looking at in the eye. "Yes, I want to go back ho. I am not sure of the others, but I for one would like to go back to where Father stayed."
"I see." I took another swing of the tea before I looked at her to drop the next question that was likely to be a bomb. "One other bit, and I would like the truth. Your father, the Christian God. He is dead, isn't he?"
Her eyes widening and her mouth agape was all I needed.
"It was a little subtle, but the manner you refer to certain parts and what little I gathered from Raynare were enough to prove sothing." I replied back easily as Mitellt looked down at her plate in slight sha and bewildernt. "Your expressions, your choice of words, all of that ant the Christian God is dead."
"… Yes. You are correct." Mitelt looked up with disbelief. "You are not surprised?"
"Well, I am technically an atheist. I never really bothered much about the possibilities of gods and religion." I took a sip of my drink to quench the throat. "And personally, I feel that we are better off without them."
"Don't get wrong, I am not dissing your beliefs." I held up a hand to stop a possible onslaught of vulgarities from the little girl.
"I do not know much about your creator, and what little I get from you and a few others suggest that he seed to be all right fellow, but other gods are not exactly nice guys themselves, given the type of treatnt that was given to humans. Even now, any supernatural creature in question still exhibit so form of behavior that in their minds, humans are to be toyed around."
Granted, my knowledge about them were mostly applicable to my old world, and much of it was derived from my understanding of the Noble Phantasms in my reality marble and my travels between worlds, but what I have seen only seed to reinforce the image that the gods were totally unrepentant about their thods and seed to enjoy pushing humanity to despair just for their amusent.
As one of my enforcer buddies so eloquently put it: "The gods were fucking jerks."
"… I guess you are right in that aspect." Mitelt sighed in resignation, likely thinking about her own behavior from before. "I'm not trying to make excuses but it is in so ways in our nature. Humans have always been weaker, so many kept preying on them."
"In the end, I still don't understand Father's idea of creating mankind."
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