38 Chapter 38: The Adults

Chapter 38: 

"___" - Speech

(___) - Thoughts

{___} - Internal Voice(s)

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Fenrir's constant snarling had subsided, replaced by a cold, grudge-filled hatred boiling within its amber eyes as it glared at the Governor's figure. 

His clash with Azazel had become personal. 

Never had anyone treated him with anything other than utter reverence and subservience throughout his entire lifetime. 

Yet a lifeform that his own father considered lesser was toying with him? Staring at him as if he were just a mere plaything? It was unacceptable. 

Fenrir could feel Loki's disapproval burning a hole through the back of his neck, the shame he felt was simply too much to bear. 

Azazel had to die, now. There was simply no other way he could face the God Of Mischief with his snout raised high.

A faint humming sound emitted from Fenrir's being as his horns began to glow, letting off a pressure that seemed almost ten times as potent as before. 

GROWL! 

"Finally getting serious huh? It's about time." Azazel commented, only feeding into the beast's already colossal killing intent. 

Even the Satan's started to show a warranted sense of concern as they began to contemplate stepping in. 

Azazel was strong, there was no doubt about that, but Fenrir was a beast said to rival even that of the Heavenly Dragons prior to their sealing. 

BOOM! 

In an instant, Fenrir somehow mustered the speed to close the distance between the two in spite of his massive frame. His jaw wide open as he prepared to dig into Azazel's flesh. 

CRUNCH! 

Just like that, his head had been a bit clean off. Fenrir had simply been too fast for the Governor. 

The oversized canine turned back towards his creator expecting a look full of praise, but instead was met only with the sight of Loki planting his palm against his forehead as he slowly shook his head. 

Likewise, none of the Satan's seemed even remotely phased by the supposed loss of their comrade. 

"I see." An all too familiar voice spoke, descending from the half-ruined catwalk above. 

His "death" had been nothing but a mere illusion, and hardly one would consider complex to boot.

"It's true that his strength is overwhelming, but his intelligence remains primitive." He hummed to himself as he shot a hostile gaze Loki's way. "Is that all your creation can amount to? Loki." 

Even though the Governor didn't receive an immediate response, it wasn't hard to tell that the disappointment seeping out of Loki's pores was immeasurable. 

"Embarrassing." He murmured under his breath, stretching out his arm towards Fenrir as a magic circle encased his son. 

A dejected look appeared on the beast's face as he quickly understood his father's sentiment. 

"I guess if you want something done right, you should just do it yourself." With the snap of his fingers, Fenrir vanished out of sight returning to the dimension Loki held him in. 

"Blaming the creation instead of the creator are we?" Azazel mocked, leaning against one of the still standing nearby pillars with a lofty expression. 

"Indeed, my son isn't a good match for someone like you." 

Odin's eyes twitched as a result of Loki's response, it was no small feat for Loki to cast aside even a modicum of his arrogance, even momentarily. 

Normally dealing with Loki's antics was just something that came with the land, but there was one thing that worried him regarding the Rebellious God. 

Loki was undeniably talented, immensely powerful, which is what one would expect of a God. However, he had always been held back by his twisted worldview of seeing everything beyond his own mythology as lesser. 

But, if he were to cast aside that outlook and start using his brain properly for once — he would be a genuine threat. 

One that couldn't be ignored. 

"That's why, I'll grant you the honor of dying to my hand instead." To the Norse God's dismay, the very second he tried to make his move, his body encompassed an overbearing emerald aura. Restricting him from moving even an inch from his current position. 

"Not here." Ajuka commanded, causing Loki to disappear just as quickly as his son had with a mere wave of his hand. "Can't let the kids get hurt in the crossfire." 

The looks of astonishment were on full display as they witnessed the spectacle. Everyone understood the magnitude of a God, but the Beezlebub had handled him with nothing but a singular motion. 

Hearing about Ajuka's supposed strength, and witnessing it first-hand were two drastically different things. 

Obviously, the Loki threat hadn't been fully dealt with, as all Ajuka had done was transport Loki somewhere remote, far away from the venue. As well as constructing yet another layer of masking around the event to prevent Loki from getting his bearings sorted for as long as possible. 

This was in essence only a half-measure, in order to fully deal with him they would need to confront him head on. The very second Loki figured out where the gathering was again, he would attack, and chances were he wasn't going to take things as easy as he just did. 

"How should we proceed, Azazel-sama?" Oron approached the Governor, keeping his senses focused on the resting [Gold General] all the while. 

"Well, first we'll have to decide on who we're going to send to deal with Loki, but I doubt we'll be able to plan it out as extensively as we'd like to since we're in a bit of a time crunch here." A faint smile appeared on Azazel's face as he noticed Oron's apparent befuddlement. 

"Ajuka is strong, but unfortunately he can't kill a God with just the mere wave of his hand. All he did was send him away from here so everyone else wouldn't have to worry about getting hit by a stray attack or something." 

"I see." A brief silence stretched between the two as Oron noticed Azazel side-eyeing Jin. "Azazel-sama, surely you aren't—" 

"Of course not." He interrupted. "He's done enough, but I want him to take part during the short amount of time we'll have to battle plan." Oron nodded as he went to retrieve Jin as each of the faction leaders started to gather around a table in order to talk strategy. 

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"As representative of the Norse Pantheon, I take full responsibility for Loki's transgressions." The All Father stood up and performed a slight bow, the genuine regret in his eyes clear for all to see. 

Of course, Sirzechs was quick to intervene. 

"Whilst we appreciate the sentiment Odin-sama, we also bear the responsibility of allowing our defenses to be so lax, both internally —." He spared a brief glance towards Jin, half-asleep on a chair with Azazel and Oron stood next to him alongside Raon sleeping soundly on his lap. "And externally." 

Prior to the meetings initiation, Jin had filled them in on what had happened with Kuroka and Bikou earlier, seeing as Loki was now their affiliate. 

Both name's were immediately recognized seeing as one was an SS-Class criminal and the other was the descendant of the legendary Sun Wukong. Which spoke volumes of Jin considering that he had managed to survive fighting both of them consecutively on his own. 

Well, technically with a bit of Raon's help. 

"I would suggest at least two of us to handle Loki considering he still has Fenrir with him, and having the other's remain here in case Khaos Brigade has any more tricks up their sleeve." The Young Devils, Human, and Fallen Angels were completely out of the question when it came to Loki. 

Making sure they experienced the world's harshness was all well and good, but against Loki it was nothing but a suicide mission. Sairaorg, Oron, and Jin combined might have had some semblance of a chance if it was just Loki on his own. 

However, Jin was pretty much out of commission, and Loki had Fenrir alongside him which made it a complete no-go. 

Which meant it was time for the adults to prove themselves. 

"It might take a while, but I can arrange to have Mjölnir transported in case anything goes wrong. Even Loki won't stand a chance against its might." 

"That would be best, please start making the arrangements Odin-sama." Sirzechs responded, earning a stiff nod from Odin. 

"With that settled, I shall be the first to volunteer." Other than a few raised eyebrows from his fellow powerhouses, not a single one of them rejected the notion. "But, I'd like to humbly request one other to accompany me." 

Not wanting to pressure any of his peers, Sirzechs refused to stare at anyone in particular, content with taking whoever made the first offer. 

"I'll go, it's been a while since I've had a good stretch." The voice didn't surprise Sirzechs in the slightest. 

It had come from none other than his long time friend, Ajuka. 

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AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter, honestly couldn't wrap my head around the decision to send literal children against a God, and a God-Killing Wolf in the original story. 

Especially when there was a plethora of some of the strongest people in the series to send instead, I mean literally any one of them could've held the fort down whilst the others went. 

Regardless, it is what it is, that's all from me. Cya in the next one.