Deus.Ex.Machina Chapter 109

I stared at Loki, my jaw clenched tight.

The god looked exactly as I rembered from the brief encounter months ago. Gray hair floating behind him like a tail. Yellow eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. That insufferable smirk plastered across his face.

"Loki," I said flatly.

"In the flesh." He stepped into the chamber, hands clasped behind his back. "I must say, you made excellent ti. I expected at least another hour before you arrived."

"Release her. Now." I felt my aura beginning to flare. The pressure building inside , ready to crush this bastard into the ground. My power surged, responding to my rage.

"Ah, ah, ah." Loki raised a single finger, his smile never wavering. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

His other hand made a casual gesture toward Koneko.

The green energy cage flickered. The runes on the floor pulsed with sickly light.

"One wrong move from you, Leon Mishima, and I activate the ritual imdiately." His yellow eyes locked onto mine. "Your girlfriend—such a sweet little thing—will be trapped in Helheim for eternity. Her soul bound to this realm forever."

I froze. My aura pulled back instantly.

"That's better." Loki's smile widened. "I can see it in your eyes. That calculation. Weighing whether you're fast enough to stop before I finish the spell."

He took a step closer, completely relaxed. "You're not. Even with all that power of yours, even with that impressive speed, you're not fast enough. My finger twitches, and she's gone."

My chest tightened. He was right. The distance between us, the ti it would take to cross it, the split second he needed to trigger the ritual—the math didn't work in my favor.

"What do you want?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the rage burning in my chest.

"Want?" Loki tilted his head. "I want many things. Revenge, for one. You killed my sons. My children. Did you think there would be no consequences?"

My hands curled into fists. "If you hurt her—"

"You'll what?" Loki's smile widened. "Kill ? You're welco to try. But the mont you do, that soul-binding ritual activates. Your precious nekomata will spend eternity trapped in Helheim."

"So here's how this is going to go." Loki circled around us slowly. "You're going to stand there like a good boy. You're going to listen. And you're going to do exactly what I say. Because if you don't—"

The cage pulsed again.

"—you can say goodbye to your nekomata girlfriend. Permanently."

Rose's hand found my arm. "Leon..."

I forced myself to breathe. To think. My enhanced cognition ran through scenarios, calculating probabilities, searching for any opening.

Nothing. Every path led to the sa result. Koneko trapped forever.

"Good." Loki stopped in front of . "I can see you understand your position now. Powerless. Completely and utterly powerless."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "How does it feel?"

I t his eyes. "What do you want?"

"Now we're getting sowhere." Loki straightened up. "What I want is simple. I want you to suffer the way I suffered when you killed my children. I want you to feel helpless. Broken."

He gestured toward Koneko again. "And this little nekomata? She's the perfect leverage."

"You're going to trade her for ,"

"Smart boy." Loki's smile returned. "Yes. You, in exchange for her freedom. Your power, your will, your everything—all bound and stripped away. And she walks free."

Rose's grip on my arm tightened. "No. Leon, don't—"

"But—" Loki held up a finger "—there are rules. Conditions. One false move, one hint of resistance, one clever trick..." He made a cutting motion across his throat. "The ritual activates."

My jaw clenched. "I'm listening."

"Excellent." Loki began to pace. "First, you'll kneel before . Submit willingly. No resistance, no struggle."

"Leon, please," Rose whispered. "We can find another way."

"There is no other way," Loki said cheerfully. "I've made quite sure of that."

"Second, you'll allow to bind your power. All of it. Every last drop of that cultivation, that magic, that strength you're so proud of. Gone."

"And in exchange?" I asked.

"In exchange, I release the girl. The ritual is dismantled safely. She goes free, unhard." Loki tilted his head. "I'll even let your Valkyrie friend take her ho. Isn't that generous of ?"

"What about ?" I asked.

"You?" Loki's smile turned vicious. "You stay with as my guest. For as long as I see fit. However long it takes for to feel... satisfied."

Rose stepped between us. "Absolutely not. That's not a deal, that's—"

"That's the only offer you're getting." Loki's voice hardened. "Take it or leave it. But decide quickly. My patience has limits."

There was no choice. It was this or Koneko dies.

Kuroka would never forgive if I let her sister die. Hell, I'd never forgive myself.

But right now there was no other option. For now.

I needed ti.

That was the core of everything. The Celestial Workshop—my ability to manifest any item I could imagine—required ti to create sothing powerful enough to matter. And what I needed right now was sothing that could turn this entire situation on its head.

But right now, my hands are tied. Koneko's soul hung in the balance. One wrong move and everything fell apart.

While I had a plan.

It required ti.

And ti was sothing I could only buy one way.

"How do I know you'll keep your word?"

"You don't," Loki smirked. "But what choice do you have?"

My expression went completely cold. The air around stilled.

"Then we all die here."

Loki's smile froze on his face.

"If I don't have your word, your binding oath as a god, then there's no deal."

My voice ca out flat. Dead. "And if there's no deal, I'll kill you right now. The ritual activates, Koneko's soul gets trapped, and then I burn this entire temple to the ground with everyone in it. Including myself."

Rose's hand gripped my arm. "Leon—"

"I an it." I didn't look away from Loki.

The temperature in the chamber seed to drop.

Loki's yellow eyes narrowed. "You're bluffing."

"Try ." I took a step forward. The cage around Koneko pulsed in warning, but I ignored it. "You want to test whether I'm serious? Go ahead. Refuse the oath. See what happens."

"My patience for it ended the mont you took her. So here's what's going to happen—either you swear a binding oath, right now, that she goes free unhard the second I submit... or I end this. All of it. Right here."

And I ant every single word.

Loki was silent for another mont. Then he laughed.

"Fine." He raised his right hand. "You want an ironclad oath? You'll get one. But—" his smile turned sharp "—if I'm swearing an oath, so are you."

"I swear to release the girl, safe and unhard. You swear to submit completely. No escape attempts. No resistance. No clever tricks or plans."

There it was. Exactly what I'd expected.

Gods never gave sothing for nothing. An oath demanded an oath in return. Balance. Reciprocity.

I'd been counting on it.

Because the Celestial Workshop existed beyond oaths. It was an ability that functioned in conceptual space, not bound by physical restrictions or sworn promises. Loki didn't even know it existed.

And right now, in that space beyond reality, it was already weaving together sothing magnificent. Sothing devastating.

Rule Breaker. Divine Authority Negation. A dagger that could cut through oaths sworn by gods as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Three months. That's all I needed.

"I don't care." My voice was ice. "As long as she's safe."

The air around Loki shimred with divine power. This wasn't magic. This was the full weight of a god's authority being invoked.

"I, Loki of Asgard, swear upon my true na and divine authority as a god of the Norse pantheon that I will release the nekomata Koneko Toujou from her bindings, alive, unhard, and completely free, the mont Leon Mishima submits to my power and swears his own oath."

The golden light intensified.

"The soul-binding ritual will be dismantled safely and completely. She will be allowed to leave this realm without interference, harm, or pursuit from myself or anyone under my command. This I swear by my true na, and may my divine essence be torn from should I violate this oath in any way."

The oath sealed itself with a pulse of golden light. Binding. Absolute.

"Your turn," Loki said, lowering his hand.

I took a breath and chose my words carefully.

"I, Leon Mishima, swear upon my own power and na that once you bind my abilities, I will not attempt physical escape from my imprisonnt through my own deliberate actions, nor will I actively resist your direct authority as my captor, until such ti as you choose to release or the natural terms of this imprisonnt are fulfilled."

The key phrase: "through my own deliberate actions."

If sothing facilitated my escape—say, an artifact that manifested on its own, a tool that simply appeared in my hand—that wouldn't violate the oath. I hadn't sworn not to use tools that ca to . Only not to deliberately attempt escape through my own actions alone.

Using Rule Breaker to dissolve the oath itself wouldn't be escaping through my own actions. It would be using a tool to nullify an invalid contract.

"I accept this imprisonnt as paynt for Koneko Toujou's freedom, and will not seek outside aid to forcibly break free during this ti. This I swear."

Again, the loophole. "Seek outside aid" implied asking others for help. Rule Breaker wasn't outside aid—it was a tool I'd create myself. And it wouldn't forcibly break free. It would simply... nullify the contract that held .

The oath completed itself. I felt it lock into place. Binding, yes, but with enough space to breathe.

Loki smiled widely, not catching the subtle distinctions in my wording. "There. Now we're both bound by our words. Civilized, isn't it?"

"You got what you wanted," I said. "Now honor your oath."

"Gladly." Loki gestured toward the center of the chamber. "Co. Kneel before . Submit as you swore."

I looked at Rose one last ti. Her eyes were swimming with tears, but there was sothing else there too. Trust.

Then I walked to the center of the chamber, directly below Koneko's suspended form.

"Kneel," Loki commanded, his voice thick with satisfaction.

I knelt.

Three months. Just three months.

"Hands behind your back."

I complied, lacing my fingers together behind .

Three months until Rule Breaker manifests.

Loki circled around slowly, savoring every mont. "You know, threatening mutual destruction, forcing to swear an oath, and then agreeing to be bound by one yourself... I have to admit, you handled this better than most."

"Just get on with it," I said defiantly.

"Oh, I will." He stopped behind . "But I want you to understand sothing first. That oath you swore? It ans you're mine. Completely. Just you and and all the ti in the world."

His hand pressed against the back of my neck. Cold. Burning cold.

"Let's make it official."

Green light flowed from his palm into my body. Divine energy burrowing into every fiber of my being.

The binding spread through like poison. Layer after layer of restraints wrapping around my cultivation, my magic, my power. Sealing everything away behind walls I couldn't break.

Normally this wouldn't work without my permission, since I'm way stronger than Loki. But with my consent, the binding imdiately took effect.

But even then the Celestial Workshop kept working. That ability existed in conceptual space, beyond the reach of physical bindings and sworn oaths. Loki couldn't touch it because he didn't even know it was there.

And in that space, Rule Breaker was taking form. A dagger of crystalline elegance, similar to the one Caster had wielded in the Fifth Holy Grail War, but evolved. Enhanced. Capable of breaking not just magecraft, but divine authority itself.

My power flickered. Dimd.

My cultivation—sealed.

My magic—bound.

My strength that let face gods—gone.

The binding tightened one final ti. My power went completely dark.

I felt hollow. Empty. Like part of my soul had been carved away.

But my mind remained sharp. My enhanced cognition still functioned. And in the back of my consciousness, untouched by oaths or bindings, the Celestial Workshop continued its patient work.

Weaving together concepts. Breaking and remaking. Creating sothing that shouldn't exist—a weapon that could nullify the word of gods.

"Perfect." Loki stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Absolutely perfect."

He walked around to face , crouching so we were eye level. "How does it feel? All that power you were so proud of—gone. Locked away where you can't reach it."

I t his yellow eyes. "You honored your word. Now honor the rest of your oath."

"Of course." Loki stood and snapped his fingers.

The green energy cage around Koneko vanished instantly. Her small body dropped.

Rose caught her with supernatural speed, cradling Koneko gently against her chest.

"As promised." Loki spread his arms. "See? A god of my word. The ritual is dismantled. She's free to go."

Rose looked at , tears streaming down her face now. "Leon..."

"Take her ho," I said quietly. "Get her to Kuroka. Make sure she's safe. That's all that matters."

She stared at for a long mont. Then nodded slowly, understanding sothing in my expression even if she didn't know what.

She summoned a teleportation circle, its blue light cutting through the darkness of the chamber.

"I won't forget this," she said to Loki, her voice cold as ice.

"Save your threats, Valkyrie." Loki waved dismissively. "Your lover made his choice. He's mine now, bound by his own word."

The circle flared bright. In a flash of light, both Rose and Koneko vanished.

Silence fell over the chamber.

Just and Loki now.

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Author's Note:

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