Altair noticed magic in the church. It was like a "notice me not" spell. People didn't come near, as if something were repelling them from the place.
He didn't know who had cast that magic, but it kept the blond lunatic separated from the rest of the population.
Altair was far superior to the average human. His body surpassed the peak of human ability.
However, the blond man could keep up with him and even surpass him at times. But that was only physically. Altair was a wizard. He could throw punches, but that wasn't his intention.
"You're going to tell me your name," Altair said, looking at the man writhing in the metal ropes the devil had used to tie him up.
"Oh, are you going to kill me?" The man looked like a lunatic. "My job is to exorcise filthy, disgusting creatures like you," he spat. The wizard picked up the weapons from the floor. "Those swords are not for your filthy, devilish hands," Altair heard him say as he lit the sword.
The light was bright and majestic, reminding Altair of the spell Dumbledore had used to kill Arcturus. It was a spell capable of destroying a Horcrux.
"Let's see," he said, approaching and making eye contact. "Freed Sellzen," he said, getting the name almost immediately. His mind was chaotic and disordered. But the images in it were repeated.
"What the fuck!"
The man was a product of the church. He was the result of numerous experiments aimed at enhancing human physical capabilities to their limits. He was an exorcist. He was trained with the purpose of killing devils in the name of God. But this guy wasn't a believer. He killed devils only for the sake of violence.
He didn't just kill devils; he killed humans, too. Ultimately, he was expelled and persecuted by the Church. To continue his killing spree, he joined the fallen angels. This race inhabited the church. There were four of them: Three were women and one was a man. They were of the low or middle class.
"Mr. Altair," the girl heard him say.
"You will come with me, Asia." The girl's eyes widened. Altair wanted to study her ability. If that also kept her away from the fallen angels' plot, so much the better.
The fallen angels planned to steal Asia's sacred gear: Twilight Healing. Extracting it would cause her death.
"I..." She seemed to hesitate, looking at the man on the floor. Maybe it was just because he was a devil.
"Are you going to join him, bitch?" the man asked from the floor. "Do it! Go! I'll find you later. When I do, I'll make you scream when I stick it in your—yuck!" Altair slapped him, then gagged him.
"They want to kill you, Asia. You're no use to the church. They want your Sacred Gear: Twilight Healing," he told her. "You're coming with me," he repeated.
She nodded in submission. Now, all that was left was the ex-exorcist. Altair transformed him into a gray rat and put him in a jar, just as he had done with Pettigrew at Hogwarts. He placed the exorcist's weapons and Asia's backpack in his inventory. He had to go back and call Rias and Sona.
He cast a disillusionment spell on himself and the blonde. Soon, he heard the beating of wings. The four fallen angels had arrived. Altair cast a silence spell on Asia.
"That damn Freed still isn't here? Not even the nun has arrived," said a woman with black hair. A strange suit barely covered her body, with only leather straps covering her private parts.
"The nun will arrive soon, Raynare," said a small blonde woman with her hair tied in two pigtails. "You will have your sacred gear." Her voice was sweet, but it hid malice.
The four of them entered the church. Although the first to speak, Raynare, looked in their direction for a few seconds before shaking her head and continuing on her way.
Altair soundproofed himself completely. Each of them was as strong as he was. He was confident he could escape and even defeat one of them, but not with Asia as his backpack.
He walked away from the church with the shocked ex-nun. He decided to go to the sanctuary first because the girl seemed uncomfortable near the devils. She seemed conflicted, not knowing whether she was safe or in danger.
"You kidnapped a girl, Alti?" asked Lavender, who was waiting for him at the foot of the small mountain where the sanctuary was located.
"Yes. She's Asia Argento. She's a nun. Or she was," the man said. The blonde lowered her head and smiled. "Asia, this is Lavender, my girlfriend. She's not a devil like me," he said, introducing them. Lavender smiled at her.
"Corrupting nuns, huh?" She raised her eyebrows, teasing him.
"It's not like that. She was in danger," he tried to explain.
"Oh, and you kidnapped her so she'd return the favor," Lavender teased. "Asia-chan, you don't have to sleep with him," the blonde said, looking at her with wide eyes, not understanding.
"She doesn't speak English; she's Italian." He was able to understand her thanks to the supernatural ability to speak any language.
"Then translate what I said," she demanded.
"No," he refused immediately.
"Mhm," she pouted as she took Asia's hand and began to climb up to the sanctuary. "Lily knows a translation spell," Altair heard as he watched them run.
The little blonde looked at him with wide, surprised, and slightly scared eyes. He would have to scold Lavender.
The nun might think he sold her.
"Hello. Sona," he called out to Leviatan's sister first; she seemed more trustworthy than Rias.
He explained the whole situation, from when he found Asia to when he escorted her to the church, where he faced Freed. Sona didn't seem happy to hear that there were fallen angels in Kuoh Town. She said she would go to the sanctuary with her sister in a few minutes.
Rias could have ended everything on her own. However, she didn't want to involve her older brother or any other authority figure. But Sona knew they couldn't risk losing Altair. The Phoenix Powder had worked perfectly. The fallen angels had to be taken care of soon. Altair also mentioned that the angels had disobeyed the orders of a man named Azazel. Freed knew they had another master, but he didn't know much about that.
"You must be Altair-chan, right?" A female voice pulled him out of his thoughts as he climbed the hill.
He had his wand in hand before talking: "Who are you?" He hadn't even heard her approach. She was a young woman dressed in strange clothing. She appeared to be cosplaying as Sailor Moon.
"I'm the incredible, magical girl, Levia-tan," she said, sticking out her tongue and making the peace sign with her fingers.
"Serafall Leviatan-dono?" She was a little different from the photo they showed him of her, especially her outfit.
But she was one of the Maou, one of the most powerful beings in Hell. He could see a slight resemblance to Sona, although Serafall was more voluptuous.
"Levia-tan," she corrected him cheerfully. "Sona said you captured someone. Can you give me the criminal?"
Altair began to feel like he was in a bad comedy.
He took the jar from his inventory and showed it to her. Then, he saw her face turned to stone. Altair quickly converted the rat into Freed.
"Ex-exorcist: Freed Sellzen," he said, introducing him.
"Wow! Real magic!" She now looked at him with stars in her eyes. "You're amazing, Altair-chan."
"Ugh, another fucking devil. Could you give me my weapons so I can kill her? I'll leave you a piece of her," the man continued, still bound by steel ropes. "Yes, yes!" he rejoiced when he saw him take out the light gun.
"Bang!"
"Agh!" the man screamed as he felt a hole forcefully open in his skin. "Son of a bitch! I'll kill you after I finish with that bitch."
"Thank you, Altair-chan."
Serafall used ice magic to freeze the man's mouth, creating a painful gag. "I hope to see you soon. Bye-bye," she said. She disappeared as quickly as she had arrived.
It was just a few minutes ago that he called Sona. If the Ministry of Magic were that effective, the Death Eaters wouldn't have achieved so much.
He also wondered why a Maou came directly.
'I understand less and less about Japan every day.'