With the purpose behind their meeting done and over with, Haru and Tamamo were allowed to continue roaming the halls of Kuoh, though they left a many Devils exasperated behind them. Sona was most definitely sure that she was going to be suffering quite the migraine in the coming days and made a mental note to purchase some aspirin at a later date.
Haru felt the same way, what with the stares he was receiving as he showed Tamamo around his school, the girl herself latched onto his arm and smothering the limb between her bountiful boobs.
He was the target of many envious and disbelieving stares. Envy from the male population for having such a wonderful beauty fawning over him, disbelief from the females for the very same reason.
It was understandable. He, arguably the worst of the Perverted Trio for his desires of a harem, had a beautiful girl who looked as if she were in paradise just by being with him. A girl that should not be with him. Especially a pervert like him.
The last fact was actually something that hit home for Haru. He was a pervert of the highest degree. He was a man of urges, yet here he was with a beautiful girl that loved him simply because he brought her into the world.
There were so many ways to describe this and he didn't know where to start. Should he feel lucky? Undeserving? What?
"Japan really has changed..." Tamamo marveled. "To think schools today would be built like this!"
"What were schools like back then?" He asked curiously.
"Pretty much just mud huts with sticks for roofs and stone for support. Nothing this fancy." Tamamo shrugged. She did pause for a moment before pursing her lips, a finger pushing up against them. "Though for some reason, I've felt like I've seen this sort of environment before..." She gave it a moment before shrugging again, her smile returning. "Anyway, show me what your classrooms are like!"
"O-Okay! Okay! Slow down!"
Haru mentally sighed in amusement. Tamamo sure was energetic and eager. Her cheerful demeanor was quite contagious.
His perverted self felt quite lucky.
In the abandoned church, meanwhile, a pensive Dohnaseek had spent the last good half hour examining old tomes in the dusty old library that had obviously not been used in years, long before the building went out of service. Raynare was still resting in the backroom, being tended by Kalawarner around the clock. The loss of a Fallen Angel's wing was quite a serious thing for a multitude of reasons. First and foremost, what they signified.
The wings of an Angel, fallen from grace or not, were a symbol of authority. Of power. The more wings they had, the higher their rank and power. The Cardinal Archangels wings were the greatest: feathery pinions that shined with lustrous golden radiance. And theirs was only surpassed by Metatron, who's wings were of the purest silver with feathers sharpened like blades. They were everything that embodied a celestial host, no question's asked.
If you were to tear off your own wings, or if someone was to tear them off… then the embodiment of power was stripped of you.
You no longer had that power, nor authority.
Raynare was lucky to lose a single wing. It was possible for her to regain it. She was the most ambitious, and those with ambition would always find a way to succeed. Especially ones as driven as she was. However, what came as consequence to those ambitions did not concern him. Were he still in Heaven with wings untainted, he might have cared about the loss of the nun that was to come here. He may have perhaps tried to prevent it. But his wings were black as night, and he had little mind to pay any attention to a girl who was betrayed by her own faith.
No, what concerned him was the fact that there was apparently a human in this city who contracted a youkai.
A human who was their mark under suspicion of harboring a Sacred Gear...and he was contracted to the Shinto Sun Goddess' most powerful incarnation. The literal Mother of Youkai.
"But that should be impossible." the celestial scholar muttered as he shut the tome closed and threw it to the ever growing pile, taking another from the shelves and opening it. "No human can call upon the dead. Not even if they bargained with a god of the dead."
Especially not a divine spirit of the likes of Tamamo-no-Mae.
Yet power cannot lie. Power is the fundamental truth of all things. And it was the power of Tamamo-no-Mae that told him that such a thing was possible. By some means, this mere human had found a way to break the laws of life and death, even going beyond that. There was no precedence for this sort of thing. Somehow, someway, he had revived a powerful divine being into the world. And one of Japanese origin at that. The closest thing one could call a god.
But how was this even possible? More importantly, what did this mean for them?
"Our orders are to eliminate Namikaze Haru because of the threat he poses." he muttered, closing the tome and tossing it to the same pile he threw the previous book and took another one from the shelf. "Yet how can we come close to him if he has the incarnation of Amaterasu, one of the Three Rulers of Takamagahara, at his side?"
Yet they still needed to act. They needed to deal with the boy somehow.
Dohnaseek sighed. He eventually gave up looking for any answers and, rather than throw the book into the pile, he set it down on the table next to him and pinched the bridge of his nose.
It was a horrible situation they were in. It may as well be the same being in the middle of a creak without a paddle or gear needed to swim ashore. How the hell were they supposed to deal with this situation? There were so many variables it was hard to think properly. "Dohnaseek." a child-like voice called from outside the room. "You in here?"
"I am, Mittelt." he responded as his fellow Fallen entered. "How is Raynare?"
"In a word? Fucked. She's missing a wing, and she's still suffering from hypothermia. She was damn near frozen solid when she came back, old man." Mittelt told him crudely with a frown. "What the hell are we supposed to do? Azazel-sama told us we were supposed to kill that brat, and now he went and summoned a freaking Divine Spirit!"
"I'm aware of that."
"Then what are we supposed to do? Aren't you the brains of this outfit?!"
"That is why I am thinking!" He snapped back in irritation. It was up to him to figure out how to complete this mission without running into a battle that would surely kill them. They boy had summoned a Divine Spirit, who would no doubt be present around him at all times. And given her identity, sniping the boy from afar was unlikely to work as she could detect their presences.
He loved the idea of battle. Yes, he was willing to admit that he was something of a battle maniac, but knowing how the battle will play out was crucial. He could not rush in half-cocked.
Trying to find a way to touch Namikaze Haru was going to be a challenge. Their only opportunity would be when he was alone. But what was there to do in this situation?
How troublesome…