Soldier Boy showed no rcy.
A-Train barely dodged the deadly ray. The twins' house was practically destroyed.
A-Train toured the house quickly.
The Supes present were injured; So lost their limbs, and others suffered severe burns, but it seed there were no fatalities.
Unnoticed by A-Train, a doll was floating inside the house.
...
"Why did you help them?" asked Mini Rebecca to Mini Artoria.
"Is that even a question?"
Rebecca shrugged. Perhaps the younger Artoria might have done it out of compassion or pity, but the Goddess Rhongomyniad would not have acted thus; her actions from start to finish were motivated by Allen.
Artoria narrowed her eyes. If Allen did not request assistance, it ant he intended to face the three on his own. But his motivation went beyond pride, Allen seed cautious in case it was a trap by Stan Edgar.
"Master does irrational things," 2B expressed her frustration with this decision, "We are practically immortal; it's better to let us go first to fall into the trap."
Artoria sighed, "Fool, he would never do that..."
"He wouldn't treat us like objects, would he, Artoria Pendragon?"
"...!" 2B was alerted.
"Makima!" Rebecca shouted in disgust.
Artoria's eyes widened when a doll, not one of the present ones, appeared behind her.
"Makima..."
2B and Rebecca drew their weapons.
"What kind of welco is this?" Makima smiled. "Aren't we practically sisters?"
"Makima, you have the nerve to co here after abandoning us once?"
"Oh, it seems I am hated... but why? Is there sothing wrong with wanting freedom?... well, I have a question then. Why are you with him?"
Makima's eyes flashed red. The dolls are essentially slaves, unable to live independently; if Allen were any other kind of person, the girls would have a miserable future.
Naturally, there would be dissatisfaction, or so Makima thought. She is the demon of control; being controlled by soone else goes against her nature, and of course, she would seek to break that control...
"I don't understand you..." Makima squinted her eyes, unable to fathom why a doll would not desire freedom, "Even if that man is the most charming and attractive of all creation, there's no reason for you to act this way, you and them..."
"Them, you an that fool Wed?" Rebecca leaned her shotgun on her shoulder. "I'm surprised she didn't co on the first day begging for forgiveness. What happened with her?"
2B noticed that the atmosphere was not confrontational but did not lower her katana; she was angry with Makima for scorning their Master.
"As you can imagine, imdiately after carrying out the plan that cost so much to think of, they regretted it. However, one is too proud to apologize, and the other depressed, thinking she wasn't worthy of returning."
Artoria was not surprised as this was how she imagined Wednesday and Esdeath would react.
"Makima... perhaps it's my imagination, but the way you explain things, it seems like you orchestrated everything?"
"Hm? I am the demon of control; it is in my nature that things happen because I desire it..." Makima released a significant amount of bloodlust. "I understand that the android and the girl cling to Allen Walker like moths to a fla... but you, Artoria Pendragon, no, Goddess Rhongomyniad... why do you care so much for a human when you showed no compassion in killing them before?... I don't understand..."
Artoria looked at her with pity. "You have lived so long, Makima, and yet you don't understand sothing so simple?"
"..."
"Because I love him..."
Rebecca and 2B's mouths dropped open, while Makima bit her lip in frustration. No one expected such a confession, unabashed, but more than anything, it was hard to believe that the goddess could love after so long being a deity and forgoing all earthly desires and attachnts.
Makima had a bored look. "Well... I see it's futile... I'm leaving."
"Wait, you think we'll just let you go?!" Rebecca shouted, aiming her weapon, and 2B did the sa, but Artoria raised her hand to stop them.
"What are you doing, Big Sis?!"
"She must be neutralized..."
"..."
"Hehe, correct answer. Currently, I have a contract with the Queen of England in the magical world; if soone kills , the damage will be transferred to a random English citizen. He or she will be killed in my place~"
"SHIT!" Rebecca exclaid in disgust.
At that mont, Artoria realized sothing and looked at Makima oddly, "Makima... you no longer need Allen's vitality, do you?"
"..."
Hearing Artoria's words, 2B and Rebecca looked astonished at Makima.
"As I said, I'm the demon of control; if I can't control my own life, it would be a joke... how about it, I'll give you one last chance: leave Walker, and I'll give you your freedom..."
"I will never leave my honey, bitch!"
"My life ends with my master!"
"..." Artoria didn't even bother to respond.
Not a single one of the three showed the slightest hesitation; this conviction made Makima blink incredulously.
"You are just as stubborn..."
"Did they also refuse?"
"I've talked too much... it's ti to go..."
"Hey, scarlet bitch," Rebecca called out to Makima, who turned around despite the insult. "If you no longer need Allen, why do you keep spying on him secretly?!"
"What?..."
2B cut off Makima's response, "According to your words, they prefer death to sever the connection with Allen and haven't co to see him, yet it's not the first ti we've felt the presence of soone like us nearby..."
"That soone can only be you, scarlet bitch!" Rebecca mocked.
Makima remained silent, caught by her own words, and underestimated the intelligence of the robot and the madwoman.
"I admit I was curious... to know who is the person that holds us back."
"And?" asked Artoria, but Makima did not respond and disappeared.
"Tsk, coward..." Rebecca stored her shotgun.
Makima returned to the hidden garden and looked at Wednesday in the tree; she couldn't understand. The dolls are slaves; they should desire freedom more than anything else, but for so strange reason, she was the only one seeking that... she was seeking it, right?
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A-Train watched from a corner what had happened, unable to explain what he had witnessed; he thought perhaps he was drugged or sothing.
A-Train slipped away discreetly, but the groans and cries for help from the Supes in the house returned; it was as if there was a soundproof field near those won that prevented external noise.
A-Train thought he was safe and then he saw Blue Hawk trying to escape. His confusion turned to anger.
Every day, his life was miserable; every day, he had to endure all kinds of insults and contempt from Holander. Yet his family was different; at least his nephews still appreciated him, and his brother might be upset but didn't hate him—just disappointed. Couldn't A-Train get angry because an idiot had crippled his brother?
A-Train disappeared with his great speed and reached Blue Hawk directly, without arguing, without excuses, not letting him speak, just grabbed him by the ankle and started dragging him at super speed.
The friction with the concrete soon burned Blue Hawk's skin despite being a super. Slowly, blood began to stain the floor, then flesh, and finally organs.
A-Train stopped and looked at what was left of Blue Hawk; he had gone against his philosophy because if they found out, his career would be over, but he did not regret it.
A-Train clutched his heart and, with his last effort, pulled out his phone.
"Urgh... Hugh Campbell, your informant is dying..."
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...
...
In front of Allen stood three individuals, two of whom he already knew. Holander, Soldier Boy, and Silver Boy...
The strongest trio currently...
Holander could no longer contain himself and exclaid, "I spent so long dreaming of the day I could rip your head off!"
Allen slightly moved his head to the right; Holander had passed by his head at high speed.
Allen grabbed him by the ankle and threw him. "Then wait forever..."
Holander was shot across the green grassy field to crash into the ground. Holander was surprised; right now, he was using enhanced Compound V. Maybe he lost his laser vision, but his speed and strength were there, added to the enhanced Compound V.
'He's much stronger...' Sam thought. But his rage controlled him, and he attacked. "Tell where—"
Allen casually struck him in the face, sending him flying. His power had increased independently of his abilities, and this was simply due to Sentry; there was no debate. Allen had acquired abilities capable of altering ti and reality, manipulating plasma, controlling electromagnetic fields, and producing nuclear energy, and yet each of these skills was not comparable to the sheer might of Sentry.
Allen hadn't tested it nor even understood the full potential of that core, but that's natural. Allen was born in Marvel, not a visitor; his knowledge of his own world is limited to his experiences, which, although impressive, aren't many.
Too strong!
"Hey, kid, I like you... at least more than that effeminate who dyes his hair and the Cherry boy... what—"
Allen blinked and appeared in front of Soldier Boy to deliver a punch and send him flying.
gan – It was cruel not to let him show off a bit more lol
PercyJ – If I were him, I'd be embarrassed lmao
Artemis (Amazon) – *Shook her head* you can only act cool if you have the strength to back it up. Otherwise, you look like an idiot!
Harley floated up to Allen's shoulder and sat down, "Daddy, do you need personal help?"
"No, I'm fine"
"Are you sure?" asked Maeve.
Maeve looked on with a hostile glare, especially towards Holander, who hadn't glanced her way since the start of the conflict. Perhaps he already knew she had betrayed them, or maybe he just didn't care.
Allen shook his head, "No need, but if you want revenge, I can let you fight."
Maeve considered for a mont, then shook her head, "It doesn't matter to anymore... but if you can land a few punches in my na, I'd appreciate it... in various ways~"
Allen smiled...
...
"Fuck!" Holander rose ungracefully. He knew Allen was stronger, but not to this degree. Had he co alone, he would be dead.
Soldier Boy stood up, wiping a trickle of blood from his nose, "Little brat!"
"Urgh..." Sam, being the weakest of the trio, had suffered more damage than the others.
The mont Allen stepped onto the grass, the air beca as heavy as lead and difficult to breathe.
"It seems you're confused..."
The trio's eyes focused on Allen as they watched the space around him distort.
"This isn't a fight..."
Sam struggled to breathe. Soldier Boy's smirk turned into a bewildered look as sweat dripped from his forehead. Holander felt a deep urge to flee but was unable to move.
"It's a countdown... of how long you can survive against ..."
Allen's golden eyes filled the space with oppression and power.
The strongest Supes in the world felt their hearts skip a beat.
Allen was about to attack when the sound of a drone approached from the horizon.
'Is it coming?'
Allen never took his mind off his true opponent, the orchestrator behind all this.
Allen watched as the drone descended slowly, dropping a tablet into his hands...
Allen had a bad feeling...
He grabbed the tablet and turned it on...
At that mont, Allen's mind stopped functioning...
"Good morning, Allen..."
The voice of Stan Edgar ca from the drone that lingered in the air.
*Edgar's POV*
There's a thin line between being cautious and being paranoid. A paranoid person is constantly on alert, imagining the worst scenarios, while a cautious person knows exactly what to worry about and what not.
Allen Walker is soone I need to be wary of, not the unstable Holander, nor the arrogant Soldier Boy, nor the damaged Sam.
Why?
Because I know of no weakness in Allen Walker. He is a mystery. No matter how much I search, no matter where I look, there is not a single record, video, or witness to Allen Walker's existence.
Who is he, or where did he co from? This question has consud but for now...
You are a fascinating young man who has required superhuman effort to monitor...
I've been watching you...
Every step you took, everywhere you went, I was watching...
I didn't do it directly because I knew you'd notice. But you know, this world has changed; everyone has caras, there's always soone recording, sothing broadcasting... so through that, I watched you, through pictures of so girl taking selfies or a security cara that just happened to point where you were...
Allen, I truly appreciate that you're not one to hide...
I made sure, with all the resources I had, that the police wouldn't bother you and that the dia wouldn't discover you. It was a joint effort, yours and mine...
It might seem extre, but I imdiately realized soone like you needed extre asures to be dealt with...
So, I've waited patiently all this ti for a crack... anything... the closest thing to a weakness... I didn't find it...
You forced to take another path...
If I couldn't find a weakness in you, I'd create one...
So, with the help of Sage, yes, I know my limits... with her help, we looked among all the staff... for one person... just one who could provide what we needed...
His na is Alex...
(To be continued...)
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In countless worlds, so fantastic, others strange, so reflecting the future, others centered on the past.
There are also those where legends exist, and angels and demons walk among people.
(Sowhere in the world of our friend McDragon.)
There was a young nun... very pretty with golden hair and green eyes, a charming smile, and a pure heart.
Her na is Asia Argento, a devout follower of God. She often walked around the church to clean after finishing her prayers.
Asia wondered why so nuns disappeared from the church. When she asked, the answer was always similar: "They were transferred." However, she sensed discomfort in the responses of others.
Rumors were that so nuns had broken their vows and fallen into darkness, but she couldn't tell if that was true.
Asia is a simple, good girl, so dwelling on complicated matters isn't in her nature, and she sets it aside.
"Hmm? What's this?"
In front of Asia appeared a screen...
...
In a Shinto shrine, a girl with long black hair was sweeping the entrance. Her beauty was srizing, her voice enchanting, her subtle movents provocative. She had such a natural talent for seduction that she wasn't even aware of how she acted.
Her na is Akeno Hijima, a Miko to the public, but she has a secret.
She looked around and sighed; it wasn't a popular temple, so no one had visited all day, but as a Miko (Priestess), she was duty-bound to ensure it always looked its best.
Just like the innocent Asia, a screen appeared in front of Akeno.
"Ufufu, it seems we have a mysterious event here~... should I check if Rias knows what this could be?~"
She felt curious but decided to share her discovery with her best friend.
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A/N: I know many don't like dxd but you must admit that the waifus are quality. 🍷🗿
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