At the edge of Carne Village, at the tree lines bordering the Great Forest of Tob. Sat Momon with his back leaning against a tree. He wore a white shirt with his chest exposed, and a pair of pants tucked within a pair of brown leather boots. He sat while slowly and gently combing his fingers across Sera's hair and his other hand softly grazing up and down her thighs. While she sat on his lap, with her head resting on his chest.
Her face scrunched in pain and regret, with tears streaking down her cheeks.
At her heart broken state, all he could do was stay still, stay strong and wait till she wants his help.
Things had finally made sense to him. The cautions they had taken. The necessity of making themselves appear vulnerable, to be seen within the standards of this word. And the compromises made just so he may step out this far and this long.
It was not some overzealous caution nor fear but simply their innate desire to protect him. Him, the most powerful of them all.
His eyes gazed down at her, and couldn't help but lament his short comings towards her. He had held her, kissed her, he had loved for as long as he had known her. But sometimes, he forgets... that she was a code made of ones and zeros.
She was not a player... But an NPC.
Suzuki smiled dow fondly, remembering all she had done for him. She made real his wishes, even the desire to unravel this unknown world with his own eyes. But just like the denizens of Nazarick... He would always be her priority.
But now... now that she was real... she felt torn. She has her own wishes, her own desires but even as whole as she can be. She felt confused on what to do.
To finally shed the fear of not being able to bear him a child, to know that her fears that he would die and she wouldn't is now gone... For so much freedom to suddenly be put at the palm of her hands, she became afraid, not knowing what to do with it.
So she sticks with what she had always done. To serves his wishes, and see to his needs met and done.
It was the only thing she could do to distract herself. Because unlike the other NPC's that simply became as they are. She had been aware of how artificial she had once been, how mortal he was once, how their dreams were once... fleeting.
Her sense of self made her so confused and lost that every attempt of rationalization made her felt like she was returning to being a machine. A stray thought that brings about a great deal of rejection from within her, making her heart to scream otherwise.
The urge to serve and the urge to be served were tugging at her in two different directions. That she felt lost on what to to do.
She had first been elated, eager even. The desire to be with him bloomed like a beautiful flower.... but every night that comes, she fears it might all be just a dream. One of her own making. And tonight, she had reached her limits.
"Now Stronoff!!"
"[Six Folds Flash of Light!]"
"Aghhh!!! You Will Pay for That!!" *shatter! "Come and destroy my enemies! Dominion Authority!"
"Hn!"
"[Fortress!] Use it! Use Holy Smite!"
"Momon-dono! Move!"
"Momon-sama!"
"Move Suzuki! Your skills! Use your skills!"..."Run! Run towards me! Run!"
She felt his hands slid down her hips, he pulled her closer, melding her body with his. Her breath quickens as rapid as her heartbeat. And as she looks up, seeing the familiar handsome face of the man she had cultivated and raised...
"I want to kiss you..." she whispers. "...yet it feels wrong for me to."
He exhaled harshly as if his heart was struck by an unseen blow. He gulped down his pain and asks, refusing to let the moment pass, "What would make this easier? What would it take for you to see this through?"
"I- do I really want you to?" she says without thinking.
He shed a tear. He silently cried, and it made her feel painful and horrified. Yet all she could do was sob softly and slightly panic as she straddles him and rub his tears away...yet,
"...wh-what- why won't th-they stop?" her voice quaked, fear and confusion leaking out. She tried wiping them away till she had practically smeared his face with his own tears.
Gently gripping her wrists, he answers. "Cause it hurts to see you like this." with another deep and shaky breath, he pushes forward. "Tell me... how would you know? What would it take to make you give us a try? Tell me and I will do it."
He has her in front of him. Confused, scared and lost with her heart slowly being unburdened by hesitation and fear. He couldn't just let that go, after the years they had gone through. Getting by 'good enough'. He still hopes for more.
She thought for a while... again, not knowing what to do. But the urge to secede pried at her heart. To feel him, to taste him, lick him and bite him and hold him unlike never before. But the choice was taken out of her hands when in an instant, his lips crashed with another's.
Eliza's eyes slitted wide as she froze watching Narberal Gamma kiss Suzuki right in front of her while she cupped his cheeks with her hands.
Hearing Nabe moan made her tackle the maid. Gripping her wrist by her hands, and as she growled at the woman beneath her. Her head snapped up to Suzuki instead and tackled him to he ground.
Her movement sent dirt and grass into the air. And without thinking, buried her lips against his. Hoping to wipe her taste off of his mouth but instead... she felt her world shake, her brain melt and her heart fall off of her chest as her lips crashed against his. She released with a loud *MUWAAHH!!* and several deep breaths with her eyes failing to focus at anything but the spots blooming around her vision.
With shaky and deep breaths, her eyes devoured his, and once more felt the lightning course through her again, making her press her lips against his with eagerness.
Their kiss was sloppy, as Eliza twist and turned her lips as if finding the best way to eat his lips whole. Tounges wrestled in a saliva filled exchange. And when their lips fitted into each other, she released a deep, long, and throaty moan.
She held her breath, fought off her burning lungs, holding the kiss so perfect as if she was starved for it.
And with another, *MUWAHHH!~ accompanied by a loud and long intake of air, wiping off the spots that filled her eyes. Eliza suddenly felt like colors exploded into the world as her eyes roamed everything around her.
A tug at her side came and turned to see her hand still wrapped at a blushing maid's wrist.
With a sudden pull that maid the poor girl yelp, Eliza went face to face with Narberal and said... "...consider this... my thanks."
Eliza then grabs her by the root of her pony tail and shoved her face with Momon's. She felt them tense but not the intimacy, so she slowly moved the maid's head side to side while Eliza straddled her man. Soon, the sound of kissing came from the two. And as Momon's eyes turned to her, as if afraid and seeking answers. She smiled shyly as she looked down at him, her face nearly buried behind her own breast and her lips swollen and held in an alluring way as she bit down on then. Then she blushed, and nodded in an assured way.
Hearing Narberal squeak, she thew herself off of him, landing with her hips pressed against his sides. While slowly crawling to get a better view, and she gently move the maid's head whos eyes had become lidded with their sudden exchange.
They disengaged with a loud smack of their lips, and without hesitation, she then dove in, kissing Nabe for herself. Eliza then grips Suzuki's hand and placed it on her breast, glaring at the maid, silently urging her to do the same.
With a slight shiver, Narberal followed, as she slowly trailed Suzuki's hand up her thigh, through her tummy, and all the way to her breast. And as she moans through her mistresses lips, feeling the squeeze of her master's hand, Narberal received softer eyes. Eyes she could tell contained approval.
They kissed, sloppily, softly, roughly and gently and when they released with a trail of saliva connecting them. Eliza turned to Suzuki with a smile, urging the maid to the same. And as they looked down at the prone god of a man, laying with his chest bare on the grass. The two shared knowing looks and quickly dove down on him, both wanting to be the one to capture his lips for hers. One where Eliza won, making her squeal in joy as he drove his tounge down her throat. While Narberal contended herself with his cheeks, the corner of his eyes, his brow, ear, jaw and neck.
At the side, several steps at the edge of the village stood a dumbfounded Vice Captain. Blushing furiously as two women giggled as they took turns kissing a man laying down on the ground.
Without making a sound, he took several steps back with the last thing he saw was a priestess straddling his waist while the mage moaned loudly as the man's hands fondled her breast roughly beneath her clothes.
With the image swimming in his head non-stop, he rushed to his captain and found him silent as he stood at the clearing of their previous battle.
Gazef felt the soft and cold chill of the night caressing his skin as he looked at the broken and cracked sword planted into the dirt.
Its once pristine form now severely chipped with much of its edges looking serrated than sharp. The decorated spine had lost most of its beauty, looking scorched and slightly twisted. The guard crumbles in various parts, while the handle itself, completely lost to decay as if time had left it behind.
With the state of such a sword, Gazef closed his eyes remembering that moment,
He had just snuck passed the tree line, quiet and silent as he listened to the exchange between Nigun and Momon.
Then it happened,
"PROTECT ME! Protect me if you want to live!"
"Now! Stronoff!!!"
He panicked and ran at full speed, he has yet to fully reach Nigun but he took the chance and hoped it would reach. So he swung his sword at full strength.
"[Six Folds Flash of Light!]"
He missed by a small margin, barely severing the man's spine!
"Aghhh!!! You will pay for that!" Nigun shouts as he then shatters the giant crystal in his hand. "Come and destroy my enemies! Dominion Authority!"
He shielded his eyes from the light and as his vision returns, his gazed was sucked in at the being now grazing the night. A creature that made him feel his knees shake where he stood.
It floated like a titan, several meters in height with various white wings of feather decorating its back. It wore a skirt that hid it's feet and a head blanketed beneath the sun that illuminated the night. It's armored hands held a golden staff, a symbol of its power and with a mere glance would let people know why the being was called Authority.
"Hn!" a grunt forced him back into reality. And watched as one of Momon's sword sailed to Nigun's head, but.
"[Fortress!]" but Nigun performed the basic martial art with confidence and a smile. And through his widened teeth, he commanded. "Use it! Use Holy Smite!"
When he realized who the target was, h e felt his heart hammer. He rushed forward after seeing Momon stuck beneath the relentless barrage of an angel with a mace and shield, defending himself with a single sword.
His eyes turned to his two companions, both shouting in fear and panic as they tried to reach him. But the angels were too many, falling upon them in a near endless wave.
He himself tried, but he was held back by three angels and spells, bound by binding spells and peppered with magic. Much like Momon's friends.
So he turned to his men, only to be enraged as they looked rooted, as if surrendering their fates to the self proclaimed agents of gods.
"Move! Help him! What are you doing!?" He screamed in rage and panic but to his frustration, all he received was a lifeless stutter.
"b-but...captain..."
He gritted his teeth, anger barely held at he tip of his tounge and then.
*BOOOOMMM!!!!!*
"SUZUKI!!!" the shrill cry, was we heard as the ground trembled from the wake of the angels wrath.
He felt his heart shatter, as the man was brought on his knee, his armor cracked, his mantle scorched, parts exploded out of place and his arm, twisted and broke in the wrong way, yet
"Hahahaha!" Momon laughed.
From within the light, his eyes saw the cracked helm with blood pouring down its chin and eyes burning like golden flames.
"So this is what it feels like, to take damage... to finally know pain!"
"Stronoff-sama."
"Hm?" Gazef opened his eyes and turned. "Vice Captain. How did it go?"
The man blushed as he scratched his cheek. "Well...uhmm. I-uhhI-I haven't asked thim *kuhum! him ye-yet."
"If you are nervous, I shall approach him myself."
"No! It's uhh not that Captain it's just that he is uhmm... occupied with his...partner."
"I see... It is sadly too important for me to set aside. I shall speak with them personally."
"Captain! They are uhmm... busy?"
"With what?"
"Apologies Captain they are Getting! Busy!"
"I see.... Then Lady Nabe shall do."
"Uhmm Captain?"
"Yes...?"
"Heiswithbothofthem."
"...with... both?"
"Yes."
"At the same time?"
"Yes Captain."
"With both women at the same time?"
"Very much so Captain."
"I...see... I guess with a man of such caliber. It would make sense."
"Hai!"
*sigh~ "You know the importance of this. I will tolerate the delay. But see to this duty done come sunrise."
"I will Captain."
"That would be all."
"Hai!"
Before his second in command could leave, both men turned to the cracked and broken sword remembering what they had just seen.
The air vibrated, power surged and filled the air, suffocating everyone nearby but the source was not the gargantuan being of divine light... no... what they felt was much darker.
Momon limped through the light of the divine. With eyes burning like flicking lights of gold. One arm twisted and broken, blood dripping from his helmet to his scarf and his cloak scorched fluttering around his broken armor of several cracks and missing pieces.
He stood tall, chest out and chin up. Gazing imperiously at his enemies. And with confidence in his voice, he made an announcement that frightened everyone to their core.
"I congratulate you, for succeeding where countless has failed."
His words gripped their hearts, their meaning were not lost to anyone. Both unbelievable and incredible at the same time.
"Now, it is my turn. Let me show you despair."
His feet wide apart, back crouched, shoulders tucked and both hands gripping his sword handle low with his blade pointed up.
The wind exploded from him, and All turned to see his helmet crack and fall off. Revealing his handsome face, shining golden eyes with bruise of his cheek and blood from his mouth.
All enshrouded by a blood red aura dripping away from a bright light that engulfed his might.
The pressure intensified and in its presence, the enemy shrilled out his last command.
"Use it! Use it again! Holy Smite Use it!!! HURRY UP!!!"
But before the angel prepared to move, Momon made his.
"[Sword Skill: Form Tenth! Zantetsuken!]"
A swing that echoed across the world, ringing in their ears like a soft tune of a wind chime. And then the world *CRACKED!!!, cleaved cleanly in half, the angel died while the rest was left in its place.
They all stood there stunned as a man defied god itself.
A man through their eyes, is a Hero without a doubt.