A Wizards Misadventures

~~Level Twenty Two~~

"That was quick, nya," she said cheekily. "I forgot how weak most people are."

"You need to get out more." I sensed for auras and felt two gargantuan souls clashing in one direction and a flurry of smaller ones trading magical attacks the other way. In a third direction were a collection of large souls but far fewer than the second group. So the titans, the dredges, and the stronger fighters. The first one had Sirzechs, who I recognized, and somebody else. The second group had a bunch of nobodies and the third had people like Issei, Koneko, and Serafall. "Go that way. I'm going to free up Sirzechs." I pointed towards the battle with Koneko and Kuroka nodded and turned into a cat before bounding off at a quick pace. I flew into the air and towards Sirzechs, suppressing the sonic boom.

When I slowed down I saw Sirzechs glowing with power, angrily staring at a man who looked like Vali aged thirty years and turned into a pedophile, twirly mustache included. Between the two Sirzechs looked more worn down but a hell of a lot angrier.

"Care for some help?" I asked the two, cloaked in my own nimbus of power.

"Abyss? Why are you here?" Sirzechs asked raggedly, panting a little.

"Butt out of this, Apostle. I'm not even going to kill the guy. I'm just the distraction," the stranger said light-heartedly. Something in his voice seemed just a bit creepy and insincere.

"Well you are part of the Old Satan faction, aren't you? I have a job to finish." The man laughed.

"Old Satan? I mean technically. I'm more of an independent evil-doer. The Old Satan faction are dying and about to keel over. I'm just using them as cannon fodder. Serves them right, really, preaching on and on about blood purity and such." Sirzechs gave the man a look of disgust.

"Oh," I said in surprise. "That's surprisingly nice of you. It saves me the trouble of rooting them out."

"Oh, of course. Factions like them are weeds. They just come back and cause trouble for everyone. The Leviathan's long lost daughter would have come back or something. I don't know. But you were honestly going to finish them off?" He seemed amused.

"Maybe on a slow day," I admitted. "Anyways, who are you?" The man seemed delighted.

"Why, you don't know?" He chuckled darkly. A hand disappeared under his cloak, a silky black thing with a silver lining, and he threw it out dramatically. "I am Rizevim Livan Lucifer, son of Lilith and Lucifer himself! I have slain countless and I will slay countless more! I am, to be frank, the most evil man alive and one of the most powerful devils, second only to my parents whom I will one day surpass!" I stared at him. Sirzechs rolled his eyes even as he breathed heavily.

"So you fancy yourself the final boss?"

"Ah, close enough."

"Right. Mind explaining a bit of your master plan then?" He gestured at me to go on. "I've been sensing the souls around the city. Most of them are devils but plenty of the ones fighting aren't. So it's not just the Old Satan faction making a final move. You've got some other pawns out there?"

"Oh, just some foolish vampires I tricked."

"Vampires whose souls you've mutilated," I observed. I zeroed in on one soul in particular, just an ordinary vampire but their soul was rabid with fury, making it hit harder than it would have otherwise. Not to mention how its soul seemed to be burning from the inside out for energy. It was similar to running a car with the pedal floored for a whole race. Without maintenance something was going to break or get worn down, and considering it was a soul, something getting broken was beyond bad.