Highschool DxD: Scotland Forever - Chapter 6.2 (Patreon)

"That's Blaze Black Flare…and Delete field!" Azazel outright gaped at the Scottish teen, "But how did you get two Sacred Gears? Never mind Delete Field, it was out of the Sacred Gear system already and in our possession!"

"Scotland gave it to me." he shrugged.

"..Scotland? The country? You know, you've been spouting about that place a lot kid," Azazel shook his head before pursing his lips in thought, "Do you mean the Celtic Pantheon? Why would they steal it though? They mostly keep to themselves and don't really care about anyone else these days."

"No, not the pantheon of my ancestor, Scotland itself gave it to me," Yarden corrected with a roll of his eyes, what was so hard to understand? "I was dying after being betrayed, Blaze Black Flare going out of control and going to kill me and I shouted to the sky, asking Scotland to share its strength with me and then I just had it." which was more or less the truth, beyond the former Yarden appearing, but he didn't need to know about that.

A complete confused look appeared on Azazel's face, "…You're claiming that Scotland, the country, is sentient and favours you?" he asked slowly, as if trying to understand.

"It is Scotland after all," Yarden shrugged, it was pretty obvious to him, "Personally, I think after he fell, Yahweh became one with the land of Scotland, and seeing his most favoured son in danger, he sent me Delete Field."

Azazel choked and outright gaped, wide eyed and open mouthed at him, "…What….no, what?" the fallen angels mouth opened and closed, multiple times as he tried to find words to speak, "…You're claiming pops is Scotland now, you're his favourite son and what…how can you even speak his name as a devil and not feel pain, the system should be zapping your brain silly right now."

"Why would the system of God hurt his most favourite son?" Yarden pointed out.

In response, Azazel fell totally silent and stared at him as if he were an alien.

It took a good few moments for Azazel to regain his mental faculties, "…Y'know, the craziest thing is, I've seen weirder over my life," he shook his head, "I can't even refute anything you said because as outlandish and crazy as all that is, it would fit for everything you said….though no idea why pops, that old prude would, if he even is part of Scotland…would fuse with Scotland of all places."

"That, I can't tell you the answer to," Yarden replied, "But really, why wouldn't he? If he had to choose a country, Scotland is the best choice as the greatest land on Earth."

"Since when?" Azazel arched an eyebrow at him.

"Since always?" Yarden pointed out the obvious, "But if you want some proof. Scotland is the most welcoming country in the world to outsiders, Scotland has been voted the most beautiful country in the world, Scottish men are voted for their big dicks and being incredibly vigorous lovers and the average cup size in Scotland is 34DD."

Azazel blinked at the random information barrage, "Huh, interesting, didn't know that, and I'm especially interested in that last part," he mused, before shrugging, "Well whatever, I don't really care if pops pulled a fast one and is chilling living it up as Scotland, right now I'm more interested in you kid. Two Sacred Gears huh? That's interesting, and both Vritra gears at that."

"I mean, is there any better Sacred Gear?" Yarden mused, "Vritra is the Scottish Dragon King after all."

"…What, no he isn't, Vritra's from that crazy Hindu Pantheon, since when was he Scottish?" Azazel was once again totally thrown out of his cool by the bombs being dropped on him.

"Since I woke up with this insane patriot," Vritra sighed, the gem on one of your gauntlets flashing, "Hello Azazel, it's been a while."

"Huh, Vritra, you're awake?!" Azazel's eyes widened in surprise, "How? With how many pieces you were split into, I didn't think just uniting two of them would be enough to bring you back, pops was real wary about you breaking out after all."

"Outlandish circumstances, with a man of your intelligence, I'm sure you've heard of them, the Khaos Brigade," Vritra replied, Azazel's eyes narrowing at the mention, "They have many grouped together within then, one of them known as the Hero Faction, a massive group of hero descendants that recruited my partner here because of his sheer potential and bloodline, being a descendant of not only William Wallace, but that of the Sun God Belenus."

"Huh, pretty impressive kid aren't you?" Azazel grinned at Yarden lightly, "But what's that got to do with you being awake? I'm assuming though these are the guys that betrayed Mr. Favourite Son of god here?"

'He said it, not me.' Yarden snickered.

'…You said it first idiot,' Vritra sighed internally, "More or less. But the reason itself I was awakened, was because the fools use pieces of the infinite to force their Balance Breakers, the massive infusion of power was enough to awaken me, though in a blind rage, and it was only the appearance of Delete Field that managed to let me regain my faculties."

"…I see, so the rumours I heard of Ophis being active are true," Azazel's sighed gravely, eyes narrowing, "This is good though, this is the first direct confirmation I've got of the existence of the Khaos Brigade."

Yarden rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah, good for you, now hand over Shadow Prison will you?" he huffed, "I've got stuff to do, and really, it's Vritra's anyway."

"Rude," Azazel lost his grave expression and snorted in amusement, "And greedy as well aren't you my possible little pseudo brother? You know, back in my day we kids of God got our wings inked and booted out of heaven for stuff like that."

Hmm, little brother huh? Now that he mentioned it, the Fallen Angels and Angels picking fights with each other really did make sense to him now. After all, the greatest enemy and threat to a Scotsman, was another Scotsman.

So the Great War was of Scottish make all along then?

"Besides, I never said I wouldn't give you it," Azazel pointed out, "I'm actually curious to see how things will turn out. Though, I've got no idea where you can find Absorption Line right now which sucks."

"We already found that and reclaimed the fragment in it." Yarden waved him off, pointing his finger to the side and firing an Absorption Line rope off to the side before retracting it.

"Huh," Azazel blinked before grinning widely, "Well now, how interesting is this? I can't wait to see how you turn out with all four main fragments of Vritra." as he finished, the Grigori leader lifted his hand, a teleportation circle forming into existence in his hand, before out of it, dropped a pair of ebony black armoured boots.

So Shadow Prison's standard appearance was that of a pair of armoured boots huh? Cool.

"Speaking of my lesser fragments," Vrita spoke up, "What happened to them? I can still sense them, but none really know much of me beyond my four main abilities being made into separate Sacred Gears."

"Oh them? They're powering a bunch of Twice Critical, pops couldn't extract any abilities out of em' so he just used them to work as the battery sources for a bunch of Twice Critical gears." Azazel revealed.

Huh. Well, that kind of explained why they were talked about as dragon gears as well.

"They're all powered by dragon souls, so it's kinda hard to tell what's what, but your fragments are pretty noticeable," Azazel continued, "I've got like thirty Twice Critical in my collection, but only five or so of them have fragments of yours, I was actually gonna see if I could combine then to create another main Vritra gear like Blaze Black Flare, Shadow Prison, Delete Field and Absorption Line, but ya want them, you can have them, I'm quite interested to see how powerful this partner of yours can get the more whole you become."

And as if to punctuate his statement, he held his hand out, teleportation circle still floating in the air above it, and a moment later, there was a series of metallic clanks as five open fisted ebony black gauntlets embedded with purple gems and each with two golden spikes jutting from the wrists fell out into a pile on the ground.

Yarden found it hard not to laugh at the way he just casually dumped five sacred gears on the ground like trash. Granted, Twice Critical were mocked as weak Sacred Gears, but the ability to double all the abilities and power of their wielder was a fearsome ability in the actual strong.

Like imagine if he could double his strength? Even a single time boost would be terrifying to most.

"You're being awfully generous." the teen pointed out.

"Hey, you've got your crazy patriot stuff going on, I've got my own hobbies bro," Azazel pointed out right back, "Besides, they're pretty rigid in design and I generally just give em out to some of my subordinates that have impressed me."

Well he had a point, and Azazel's hobby was his utter obsession with Sacred Gears. With all he did for Issei, it made sense to Yarden why he'd be this generous, it was little to him if he could see the evolution of Sacred Gears as powerful as Vritra's.

Honestly, Yarden thought he could practically read his mind. The proper Sacred Gear of a full Dragon King? Would that not be a clear Longinus?

"Hmm, a question occurs," Vritra spoke up once more breaking him from his thoughts, "How exactly do these work? Lesser as they may be, Boost is Ddraig's innate power, even I could not copy it, as skilled as he was, I doubt Yahweh could mass produce it."

"Oh yeah, that'd be totally impossible normally," Azazel nodded in agreement, "The thing is, pops pretty much forged them using the Red Dragon Emperors corpse, or what was left of it at least, so they have just enough to them to use Boost, though they're still vastly inferior to the Boosted Gear."

Well now, that was pretty metal wasn't it? Stuffed Ddraig's soul in one gauntlet to make a longinus, then mass produced a bunch of inferior copies by dismembering his corpse.

A pretty Scottish thing to do really.

"Yahweh, ruthless as always." Vritra snorted, painting a much different light to God than most of his believers.

"Yep, pops is sure lucky he had such good PR guys man," Azazel laughed. When he calmed down a bit, he held up the Shadow Prison boots to him, "So, want my help to implant these in you? It'll take a while and I'll need to get some of my tools, but I've literally got nothing better to do tonight."

"No, that's fine, I can handle it," Vritra denied his help, and a second later, without Yarden's input, five Absorption Lines erupted from his gauntlet hands fingers and wrapped around the pile of Twice Critical, "It's a simple matter with them containing my fragments."

A second later, they were tugged back towards him and Yarden blinked as all five Twice Critical phased out of reality and inside his body, and he felt a shuddering sensation like earlier run through his body.

"…Yikes." Azazel's eyes widened.

A moment later, Vritra manipulated the Absorption Line again when the original five were cut off, and a single thick blue rope of energy launched out and wrapped around the Shadow Prison boots and tugged them out of his hand.

Azazel yelped in surprise as it happened as they were yanked through the air towards Yarden and like the Twice Critical before it, phased into his very being and soul and forced a shuddering sensation to run through his body.

"Yes….YES!!!" a victorious glee resounded in Vritra's voice, "I really should thank Yahweh in the future if we ever do meet again, what is a few hundred years of being unconscious to this power increase!"

And then Vritra fell silent and just kind of retreated from Yarden's mind for the moment to consolidate what he'd just obtained, leaving Azazel and Yarden to just stand there in an uncomfortable silence.

"…I suppose it'll take some time for you to integrate them," Azazel coughed to clear the awkward silence after a near minute of the pair just staring at each other, "You'll keep me in the loop right? Come on new little brother of mine, I wanna see what kind of crazy Balance Breaker you get from all that."

"Considering with the peace talks going on, I'm sure I'll be seeing you quite a bit." Yarden shrugged.

"Huh, you know about those then?" Azazel tilted his head in surprise before laughing heartedly, "Guess being the queen of the Leviathan isn't for show then. I was wondering why a devil, despite your oddness wasn't getting all huffy about me being here."

Honestly, Yarden just didn't care as long as he wasn't causing problems for him.

"Hey, I've got an idea!" Azazel suddenly grinned, "How about we hit up a strip club together, I know this amazing one, you can tell me how their tits compare to Scottish ladies and get some drinks and christen this new brotherhood of ours?"

"I'm fifteen." Yarden pointed out, though he wasn't against it at all.

"And, do you honestly care?" Azazel raised an eyebrow.

"Nope," the Scottish teen shrugged. And he could do with getting some pussy right about now, he doubted Azazel would take him to any crappy place where they weren't up for it. He paused just as he was about to accept though and grimaced, "Sorry, rain check, that thing I wanted to take care of just sprung up."

Just a split moment ago, he felt Irina's distinct holy power signature abruptly disappear, despite him sensing that she was not in distress or agitation. Which meant, she had been hidden by a barrier.

"Oh, that's why you're in town, huh?" Azazel mused before shrugging, "Well, have at it little brother, I'm sure you can handle that annoyance of mine, though I'll take a cell number first." he laughed good naturedly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Fair enough." Yarden replied, and did just that, he rattled off the numbers of his mobile before letting his wings back out and taking off into the air towards where he felt Irina's power disappear, leaving Azazel behind.

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Vritra
Magic: Super Devil/Elder God-Class++
Strength: Maou/God-Class
Speed: Maou/God-Class
Durability: Maou/God-Class