DxD: The fake X fate
Chapter 68 -:68 Lord Michael

Chapter 68: Chapter:68 Lord Michael

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"Excuse me..." a familiar voice murmured, Shirou’s eyes widening in alarm as Xenovia Quarta, Exorcist of the Church and Holy Sword Wielder, stepped into the room carrying a tea tray. However, rather than her presence in Azazel’s home, what alarmed Shirou was the girl’s attire, namely a French Maid outfit that somehow accentuated her figure more than her battle suit had.

"Oh, you’re awake, Emiya-sama." The exorcist noted, snapping the redhead out of his shock to see her smiling at him in relief "Thank goodness, we were beginning to think you’d never wake up."

"X-Xenovia-san..." the understandably flummoxed magus stammered, his features heating up as he tried his level best to keep his eyes locked on her face "What...what are you doing here?"

"The little lady came knocking on our door a few days ago." Azazel revealed, accepting a cup of tea from the proffered tray with a smile "Seems she recently severed all ties with the Catholic Church due to...extenuating circumstances." He waved a hand at Shirou’s look of alarm "She only really intended to check up on you before moving on, but I couldn’t just turn my back on one of Shirou’s cute little friends so since she didn’t have anywhere else to go I hired her as a live-in maid to brighten up our little bachelor’s paradise."

"You can’t be serious..." Shirou choked, glancing over at Vali for confirmation, only for the silver-haired devil to roll his eyes, clearly used to such antics "But...what about your mission?"

"There’s no need to worry, Emiya-sama." Xenovia assured him, her tone confident "The cores from the destroyed swords are being returned to the Church branches by Irina." She flinched slightly at the mention of her partner "It may take some time, but I’m certain they’ll be able to re-forge them into Holy Swords once more."

"Well, I guess that’s a relief..." Shirou conceded, honestly relieved that, at the very least, the swords weren’t lost forever. While what the Church had done to create them might be heinous, the swords themselves had been forged with the express intent of protecting humanity, and provided they were allowed to choose their own wielders, Shirou was certain that no harm would come from Caliburn’s descendants "But what about you, Xenovia-san? Are you sure leaving the church is what you want?"

"Yes." Xenovia confirmed, no trace of hesitancy in her voice, though Shirou could tell from her eyes that the decision had cost her "Ever since I was a child, no, from the moment I was born I was raised to dedicate my life to God. To me, there was no greater reward than to serve under him, and that no honour could match that of giving my life for his cause. I cast aside all traces of humanity and gender, in order to become a more efficient instrument of his divine will."

She grimaced, hugging her elbows to her sides "Can you imagine, therefore, how it felt to learn that the God I’d so adored, the God I’d sacrificed every other mundane happiness to serve, was not only dead, but had died centuries before, his place filled by the Archangel Michael, who ruthlessly branded those who learned the truth as heretics, regardless of their devotion prior?"

Shirou winced, knowing all too well what it was like to have your worldview shattered.

Never would he have imagined that the kind, gentle Kiritsugu could be a ruthless assassin feared by all. Never could he have imagined the horrors that Sakura had been forced to endure. Never would he be able to forget the sight of Ilya’s small form collapsing under a hail of beautiful golden death, his sibling struck down by the King of Heroes despite everything they’d sacrificed.

"But then I heard your words." Xenovia continued, taking the startled Faker’s hand in both her own "I watched as you not only faced down the Fallen Star of God, but even denounced the need for Gods or Devils to exist."

Azazel and Vali perked up at this, the former’s eyes eyes filled with intrigue and the latter’s with approval.

"You proved that humans were capable of existing without relying on Gods, you even went on to show it was possible to surpass them." Xenovia continued, her tone bordering on reverent "At that moment, I realised that all along I’d simply been clinging to my faith like a child with a blanket, when all along I should have been facing the world with my head held high. In the end, when the mandate from Lord Michael came exiling me from the Church, I took it more as a blessing than a punishment. When Governor Azazel offered me a place to stay, I figured I had nothing left to lose."

"The Grigori have always been willing to take in anyone the other factions chased off." Azazel admitted, glancing at Vali briefly as he sipped his sake "Still, I can only imagine how those old men in the Vatican are panicking now that they’ve lost Durandal."

"Wait, you took Durandal with you?" Shirou stammered, staring at the former Exorcist in disbelief, his eyes widening as the hilt of the Peerless Sword appeared in a flash of Gold beside her outstretched palm "Isn’t that, like, stealing?"

"How can it be stealing when Durandal itself chose me to wield it?" Xenovia countered with a scoff, returning the blade with a wave of her hand. "Besides, it would only wind up collecting dust if I returned it to them, much like I expect Destruction will once Irina returns it to the Vatican. But enough about me, Emiya-sama, let’s see about getting you cleaned up."

"Eh?" Shirou stammered, wondering if he’d heard her right, only to flush as the former Exorcist leaned in, apparently heedless of what this did to her already low neckline, and promptly began unbuttoning his clothes "O-oi! Wait a minute!"

"Don’t struggle so much, Emiya-sama." She chastised, ignoring his futile attempts to break free with her impressive strength "You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before. Indeed, I’ve seen it enough over the past week between changing and bathing you."

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