"So, what is their grand plan?"
Elias asked, gently petting Kuroka's soft cat ears.
"The Khaos Brigade is going to use this big meeting as a chance to attack,"
Kuroka explained, her tone turning a little serious.
"They want to destroy the peace treaty completely. And they are not acting alone. They got help from the Old Satan Faction, and a very angry god named Loki from Asgard."
"Loki?"
Elias repeated.
"A god is helping the terrorists?"
"Yes, nya,"
Kuroka nodded.
"He hates the idea of peace. Oh, and my group will be there too. Vali and the rest of us. But don't worry! We are not helping Loki. Vali just wants to find a strong opponent to fight. We have a completely different purpose."
Elias sighed in relief.
He didn't want to fight Kuroka's friends if he didn't have to.
"That is good to know,"
Elias smiled.
"Thank you for the warning, Kuroka."
Kuroka grinned mischievously. She shifted her body and looked past Elias, locking her glowing golden eyes with Dee's endless dark ones.
"Lady Dee,"
Kuroka purred softly, her voice full of deep want.
"Can I have Elias's kittens tonight? I want his babies."
Dee just giggled her sweet, musical laugh.
She gently stroked Kuroka's dark hair.
"Of course, Kuroka,"
Dee smiled warmly.
"Make him happy."
Hearing the absolute approval, Kuroka didn't waste a single second.
She quickly slipped out of her dark kimono, leaving her completely undressed in the moonlight.
She immediately crawled on top of Elias, hugging him tightly.
She pressed her lips against his, kissing him hungrily and passionately.
She hadn't been with him for a long time, and she missed his warmth entirely.
Elias didn't refuse her at all. He wrapped his arms around her curvy waist and gently pushed her down onto the soft mattress.
He was a young man, and if his girlfriend was completely fine with it, he certainly didn't have a problem sharing his love.
He kissed Kuroka back deeply, making her let out a happy, vibrating purr.
"I missed you too,"
Elias whispered against her lips.
"But let's just enjoy the night for now. I don't think I am quite ready to be a father *just* yet."
Kuroka giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"That is fine, nya,"
Kuroka whispered back.
"We can just practice until you are ready."
A few days quickly passed, and the day of the grand peace treaty finally arrived.
The meeting took place inside a massive, heavily guarded conference room built specifically for this historical event.
Leaders from all the major factions were sitting around a giant round table.
Sirzechs Lucifer and Serafall represented the Devils.
Michael the Archangel represented Heaven.
Azazel led the Fallen Angels.
But it wasn't just them.
An old man with a long white beard and an eyepatch sat at the table. It was Odin , the All-Father of Asgard.
Other powerful gods and goddesses from different pantheons were also sitting in the room, whispering proudly among themselves.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense. The gods felt superior to the younger factions and acted very arrogant.
Then, the heavy doors of the conference room opened.
Elias walked into the room.
Serafall had personally chosen his outfit.
He wore a perfectly tailored, sharp black suit that made him look incredibly cool, mature, and intimidating.
But it wasn't the suit that made the entire room freeze.
It was his eyes.
Elias had activated his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.
His pupils glowed with a beautiful, terrifying pattern of bright blue and deep red.
The moment Elias stepped forward, the temperature in the massive room plummeted to freezing cold.
Every single god, goddess, and faction leader completely stopped talking.
Odin's single eye went wide in absolute shock.
The arrogant smiles of the other deities instantly melted into pure, shaking terror.
When they looked into Elias's glowing eyes, they didn't just see a human teenager.
They felt the heavy, undeniable presence of the end.
For thousands of years, these gods believed they were completely immortal.
They believed nothing could ever truly hurt them.
But standing in front of Elias, they felt their own mortality for the very first time.
They saw the dark lines of death wrapping around their own bodies.
Elias didn't say a single word.
He just slowly walked to his assigned seat and calmly sat down, resting his hands on the table.
The gods swallowed hard, beads of cold sweat forming on their foreheads.
In front of this terrifying boy and the ancient concept he carried, they realized they were absolutely nothing.
Elias looked around the silent, terrified room and gave a small, polite smile.
"Please,"
Elias said smoothly, his calm voice echoing in the dead silence.
"Continue the meeting. Let's talk about peace."
The peace treaty negotiations carried on smoothly.
In fact, it was the most polite and peaceful meeting in the history of the supernatural world.
Elias sat quietly in the central seat.
He didn't have to say a single word.
Because his terrifying, glowing eyes were watching them, no god, devil, or angel dared to mess around or raise their voice.
But a few hours later, Elias felt a sudden, sharp shift in the air.
He sensed a massive amount of hostile magical energy appearing right outside the conference room.
"They are here,"
Elias said calmly, leaning back in his chair.
Before anyone could ask what he meant, the ceiling of the massive room violently exploded.
Dust and debris rained down. A group of heavily armed terrorists from the Old Satan Faction and the Khaos Brigade floated down into the room.
At the very front of the group was a handsome but incredibly arrogant god with slicked-back hair. It was Loki, the Norse God of Mischief.
"Peace?"
Loki laughed loudly, looking down at the round table with pure disgust.
"What a pathetic joke! The gods should not be shaking hands with devils and angels!"
Odin stood up, gripping his magical spear tightly.
"Loki!"
Odin shouted angrily.
"What is the meaning of this? Stand down immediately!"
"Shut up, old man!"
Loki sneered, his eyes burning with chaotic excitement.
"I don't want peace! I want destruction! I want the grand twilight of the gods! I want Ragnarok!"
To prove his point, Loki raised his hands.
A massive, dark magic circle appeared behind him.
With a deafening roar, a giant, terrifying wolf stepped out of the circle. It was Fenrir, Loki's legendary monster pet.
The beast bared its massive, razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear the faction leaders apart.
Elias let out a sigh.
He stood up from his chair. He closed his glowing eyes for a second, turning off the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. His eyes returned to their normal, dark color.
"Enough,"
Elias said.
His voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the noise perfectly.
Loki looked at the boy and smirked cruelly.
"Oh, look at the brave human,"
Loki mocked him, stepping forward.
"You scared everyone with those special little eyes of yours. But look at you now. Without your fancy eyes, you are absolutely nothing! You are just a weak, fragile boy!"
Elias didn't get angry at all. He didn't even frown.
He just let his dark eyes glow with a bright, heavy purple light.
*Tick.*
Time instantly stopped completely.
The falling dust froze in mid-air. The giant wolf stopped mid-growl.
The faction leaders were stuck like statues.
Loki was a powerful god, so his mind could actually perceive the time stop.
His eyes widened in absolute panic.
But his body wasn't strong enough to fight the magic.
He was completely trapped, frozen in place.
Elias calmly walked across the room, completely ignoring the giant wolf.
He stepped right up to the arrogant god.
He pulled his hand back and smacked Loki right across the face as hard as he could.
*Smack!*
Elias lowered his hand and stepped back.
*Tick.*
Time instantly started moving again.
Loki violently spun around and crashed hard into the floor, clutching his bright red, stinging cheek.
"What... what just happened?!"
Loki gasped, looking up at Elias with pure humiliation and fear.
"If my control over time is too much for you,"
Elias said politely, looking down at the god.
"I can always use my other powers. Would you prefer I use ice, fire, or maybe gravity?"
Loki gritted his teeth.
He felt completely humiliated in front of the entire supernatural world, but he could not say a single word back.
He knew he was completely outmatched.
Suddenly, a bright flash of light appeared near the giant wolf.
Before Loki could give Fenrir an order to attack, a group of people from the Khaos Brigade quickly threw a magical chain around the beast's neck. They were stealing his pet!
A young man with silver hair and beautiful, glowing blue dragon wings floated down from the broken ceiling. It was Vali, the White Dragon Emperor.
He looked at the stolen wolf, and then he looked down at Elias.
"Are you going to fight me, Vali?"
Elias asked calmly, keeping his hands in his pockets.
Vali landed softly on the ground. He looked at Elias, remembering the absolute monster he had faced.
He let out a long, disappointed sigh and shook his head.
"I give up,"
Vali said, his wings vanishing.
"I came here hoping for a decent battle, but there is no one here who can give me a good fight."
Vali looked around the room in frustration.
"Everyone here is either way too weak for me, or they are ridiculously, unfairly powerful like you,"
Vali complained.
Elias just chuckled softly and smiled.
"You are not looking for a fight, Vali,"
Elias teased him lightly.
"You are just being way too picky."
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