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He understood. Humanity had its own controversial figures throughout history. Figures who forged empires and carved kingdoms yet did so through bloodshed and violence. Glory was no stranger to suffering. Grandeur was often built upon the misery of others. It was curious how these devils understood these facts, and sought not to ignore them but understand them.
It made them all the more relatable.
It also explained the demon's scorn and why it had been mocking each and every word that had been uttered thus far.
"And now you have brought that contradiction to our very door," Diehauser gave him a pointed look, "Belial fell early in the Great War. On a battle whose name was long ago lost to memory, he took to the field and met his match amongst the foe. An Archangel. A Seraph. The highest among Heaven's order. He fought the Archdemon to a standstill and when it faltered, he broke Belial's back across his knee," a fierce expression flickered over the man's face, "It was not a bad way to go I imagine. An Archdemon falling to an Archangel. The battle itself must have been glorious. The Archangel. His name was Metatron. Do you know of him?"
He smiled inwardly. He knew of him. As though picking up on this fact, devil's features turned questioning.
"Where did you get this power? How can you summon the primordial Belial, a devil that long ago perished in the Great War? What did you exactly do to summon it? How did you do it?"
So many questions. He thought of a way to condense his reply so that it would answer all of them at once. He was still in the midst of thinking when Sirzechs said it for him.
"Personas, I imagine," Rias's brother smiled when all eyes turned to him, "They are manifestations of thought. Resolution of the mind taken form. At least, that is what I am told about them."
He recognized it for what it was. An attempt at shielding him from the worst of the interrogation. The reason Sirzechs would do so was unknown to him, but he could guess.
The devil merely winked at him when he gave him an inscrutable look.
By his side, Lord Gremory's brows furrowed.
"You knew of this power? And you did not deem it fit to inform me?"
"I apologize, father," came the easy reply, "But what Rias writes to me has always been private. Besides, telling you would have ruined the only advantage she had in the Rating Game."
His counterpart let out a long suffering sigh.
"You have always spoiled your sister."
"That is a crime I have no issue admitting to," Sirzechs said without a trace of shame.
Shaking his head, Lord Gremory turned to the man sitting at his other side.
"I am sorry, Lord Phenex. Had I known what I do now, I would have stopped the Rating Game before it could take place and prevented your son from such a…" he paused, as if searching for the right words, "… ignominious defeat."
"No, no," his fellow Pillar replied graciously, "This is no fault of yours or your daughter's. We have always been a little bit greedy when it came to wishing for pureblooded heirs. It was partially my mistake for pushing the issue. It is what it is. Honestly, I had suspected Riser's vanity would be the downfall of him someday. He has always been different from his brothers, in that regard. It will be a good thing for him to learn from this, and think better of underestimating his opponents in the future. Though I will say that I wished for his lesson to be far less brutal."
"Our ancestors were brutal in the Great War because they had to be," Diehauser said with a small chuckle, "We cannot expect anything less from a devil who lived in a time where brutality and ruthlessness were traits necessary to survive."
"And that does not worry you?" Lord Phenex stared pointedly at each of the devils seated around him in turn, "That something so brutal, so ruthless still exists? The times have changed. We have no need for pointless violence or meaningless rage. We are not those types of devils anymore."
He could almost feel the demon's sneer of revulsion at that proclamation.
"It could be dangerous. The repercussions of such a being allowed to roam free are unthinkable."
"The fact that it has not rampaged through half the Underworld destroying everything in its way is a point in his favor, I would think," Sirzechs said lightly.
"Nevertheless, it is troubling. The lad has an Archdemon's presence within him. How do we know it is not influencing him? Making him do things he would otherwise not be capable of?"
If that's what they were worried about, he had a way of abolishing their fears.
He pushed Belial's presence away from his mind, forcing it back into the Sea of Souls. It acquiesced to his demand, fading with one last sneer towards the inhabitants in the room, and then his mind was left conspicuously bare, empty of the dark thoughts that had plagued him.
The sudden disappearance of the demon also had a curious consequence. The piece within him, the Rook that Rias had implanted, had nothing anymore to hold onto, nothing to attach itself to, the demonic taint that had been its anchor having dissipated alongside the Persona. It became inert, unresponsive, and he could feel it beginning to reject him as its vessel, pushing actively away from his presence.
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