18Hadrian watched as his flagship, more like a massive flying aircraft carrier with World War II Battleship armaments, hovered over the basement of the many levels of Hell. Contrary to popular belief, Hell did have a basement and it was made up of three area's. The Lands of the Dead, Demonic Canyon and the Ocean of dripping Blood. The only remains of the many previous Reclamations that had turned Hell, Heaven, Earth and its many other dimensions in this universe into a blank page. This basement remained the same, like the unholy amalgamation of everything that went wrong in the previous Reclamations.
Such a loaded idea, that was. He turned his gaze away from the hellscape and onto the utterly sinful form of Lilith, Mother of Hell. The former Queen of the Demons was wearing a form fitting red dress, her shoulders and back exposed. One of her long legs crossed over the other as one of her arms was under her massive bust, but her eyes showed amusement, tact and even some lust. She was looking at Hadrian with those eyes as he grinned.
"I am glad you have awakened," He said smoothly, "however, it seems that you are under my control, according to the ancient laws dictated by the powers that kept you in your sarcophagus."
She simply nodded, her lips quirking upwards at the edges into a small smile. The Perfect Devil didn't say anything as she was listening instead, but that was something the legends spoke of, her ability to listen to someone.
"However, I wish to make a deal." He said, watching her perk up in interest.
"What kind of deal?" Her sultry, seductive and musical voice spoke up, a voice that would have made anyone that wasn't a Ultimate class become aroused from it.
"My crucible gives me many years of knowledge and powers as a demon lord," He began, taking his seat, pressing his fingers together, "But it doesn't give me a full knowledge, only an overview of what I need to know as a Demon Lord. Technological advances, plans of machinery and other weapons and magic I could use."
Lilith smiled softly and giggled, "That all? You don't need to make a deal with me over that, I was half expecting you to actually have me use my special powers to create life."
"While that would be useful," Hadrain nodded, "It isn't needed just yet, as I have much of the manpower already."
Lilith pondered that for a moment then nodded, standing up slowly, purposefully, "I'll start right away then, My Lord."
"Good, good," Hadrian grinned, his face cast in shadows as he watched the first Queen of Hell, his new pawn in his ever growing army.
Hadrian appeared next to Rias, making her jump in fright from the sudden appearance. He chuckled, making the red headed Devil glower at him. He simply walked around her and bent over, his face close to her own.
"Rias, my darling," He softly said, grinning, "You look ready to burst, is it too hot outside today?"
"N-no!" She blustered, huffing dramatically, "Y-you need to stop appearing out of thin air like that!"
He laughed, straightening before walking over to the couch and sitting upon it. Rias pouted before walking out, as she still had school. He would be here, waiting for her.
Elsewhere in the world, Lilith watched as the people handled the 'wall' that surrounded Britain from allowing the unfavorables out. She had come here as she wanted to add some of her own addition to the wall, like her new master said he would like. The Perfect Devil had added some Ancient Magicks to the specialized wards that kept the group that called themselves Death Eaters inside. She could feel the weak magic that was supposed to be like the Magic used during the time of the Age of Gods and Heroes, during the 5th Reclamation.
However, something made her look up, something that was powerful and felt the same magick of that age. She teleported to that location and found something very interesting, a large goblet with blue fire burning eternally within the cup.
"My, my," She cooed, "So this is the Holy Grail? Its so much bigger than I imagined."
Picking it up with some telekinesis, Lilith made the powerful object float into her hands before she teleported herself to one of her Master's Japanese offices in Kyoto. Placing it on his desk, Lilith could feel the magick's hum within the goblet before it roared. She stood her ground as the cup settled down but she could feel the lines of several contracts form from the object, clearly it wasn't done with whatever it had been given.
Lilith couldn't sense where the lines ended, as she put some of her own magic over the cup. It wouldn't be moving anywhere. But, she did have to tell her master about this new development.
Back in England, an orange haired girl woke up as her hand burned. In the dim light that the Moon gave her, she found a sigil on the top of her hand before she jumped again from a new voice speaking up.
"So you have the mark, you will be my new master then?"
The orange pigtailed haired girl looked around, finding the owner of that voice. The voice belonged to a well endowed woman in dark purple armor and royal blue clothing, with short blonde hair. She had a sword at her waist, a massive lance across laying on her shoulder and a shield with the Cross on it.
"W-what? How did you get in here!?" She sputtered in disbelief.
"Magicks even older than you, M'Lady," The woman said softly before bowing her head, "Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself, I am the one you would call King Arthur...well Queen Arturia of the Britians."
"B-but, you're supposed to be a guy!" The young woman spluttered, completely out of her element now.
"My legend was miss told, during my time, I used to be a male until my step-sister, Morgana, accidently changed my gender to be permanently female. But the people during my time didn't see me as anything else but their leader, even though I may have done some inhumane things." Arturia said plainly, before shaking her head, "But I must tell you, some of my magicks have binded my spirit to you as my master until the contract is completed...even though I don't know what that really means as it is hidden from me."
Irina Shidou finally passed out from too much information in too short a time.
