Growing Scottish 6

"B-boy?! I'm thousands of years old!" Kokabiel sputtered, before shaking his head, "And how is it you can speak the name of God without suffering backlash as a devil?"

"What an idiot," Yarden replied, rolling his eyes, "Why would Scotland harm its favourite son?"

Kokabiel just gaped at him.

"B-boss-man, I think dis kid is loco poco!" Freed stuttered, huffing a large red sword of his own to his chest, one of the Excalibur fragments, "That aint no God given super power either, it's just a Sacred Gear! Smite his pansy ass for taking big daddy G's name in vain!"

Yarden snapped his gaze to Freed and glared, "Who said you could talk twinky?" he bared his teeth at the white haired youth, waving his sword towards him, "Open that shithole you call a mouth again, and I'll show you a little of how little Timmy really feels when I give you a taste of a real Holy Sword up that faggot ass of yours."

"Eeep!" Freed yelped, and then literally took off running, "Yamete Big Dick-sama!"

…God that fuck head annoyed him. If he didn't want him around for his plans in the next few days when Kokabiel attacked the school, he'd fucking strangle him with his own intestines.

When he turned back to look back up at Kokabiel, the Cadre had regained his composure, "…So just talking big then? I suppose with that Holy Sword, the strength I sense from you and without the ability to use my light, you could stall me for a decent while," the fallen mused, before smirking confidently down at Yarden, "I suppose you already have reinforcements coming soon then."

"God, you're delusional." he rolled his eyes. If he didn't want Kokabiel alive for the 'big reveal', he'd just go Balance Breaker right now and kill him.

"Not as delusional as you," Kokabiel chuckled, "I mean, come now, using God's name as if he actually has any meaning in this day and age, he's a relic of a bygone age."

'Oh?' Yarden's eyebrows raised up in interest. He was practically already doing what he wanted.

It was too bad Xenovia wasn't around as well, but one out of two wasn't bad either.

"…How…how dare you say that about our Lord!" he heard Irina shout from behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to see her having struggled into a sitting up position, hands pressed against the ground and trembling as they kept her up, her large, round and perky breasts completely exposed, but not caring a lick as she glared bloody murder up at Kokabiel, "A traitorous heathen like you who abandoned Gods teachings has no rich to speak ill of him!"

In response, Kokabiel merely laughed, "Silly little human, you have never even met God, you truly know nothing, besides, as his son I have all the right!" he spread his arms out widely, laughing uncontrollably and seeming to have a grand old time, "And even then, I wasn't mocking dear father, I was merely speaking the truth, he is long gone now after all!"

"…What…" Irina muttered, dazed, "What do you mean, that's impossible! We can still hear him when we pray to him! We still have his blessings!"

"All Michael I'm afraid little girl, he's running the system in heaven now," Kokabiel refuted her words and taking great pleasure in the way her eyes widened in horror, "Yes, yes, do you see? Let me explain it for you and paint a clearer picture. Back during the great war, God was weakened! It was not merely the former Satan's that fell in that great battle, but even God himself perished like trash!"

Irina's eyes flew wide open, "No…no, it's impossible, GOD CAN'T DIE!!" she started quietly, but as she spoke her denials, tears of horror filled her eyes and she broke into hysterics as the truth really wormed in to her.

Kokabiel after all, had no reason to lie about this.

"Ah, but he can!" the elven eared fugly Angel laughed in derision, "Why do you think foolish endeavours like the Holy Sword Project was allowed in the first place? Because there is no more God to bestow that holy light power!"

Irina broke into sobs as her way of life and the being she had been raised to worship since the basically day she was born, was laid low before.

Ugh, Yarden grimaced as he eyed the girl. He knew the reaction would be bad, the ones of Xenovia and Asia were terrible in canon, but now that he was seeing this in person and actually planned to make her go through this.

…He felt like a complete piece of shit.

That was why;

"Oi," Yarden spoke up, cutting Kokabiel off as he made to speak again, power rising up within him as he prepared to unleash his Balance Breaker, "That's enough, you've rubbed it in, now shut your mouth or I'll make you wish for death after I cut you a new arsehole." he pointed Grian at the angel, the blade igniting with a blazing gold flame that illuminated the area.

"Hmph," Kokabiel scoffed, apparently he really did think this was all Yarden could do and was only here to stall him, "Big words boy, but you are right, I'm a tad premature, it's just so hard to contain my excitement you see! But, I'll take my leave for now, the girl is useless to us now anyway now that we have Excalibur Rapidly." and saying nothing else, he turned, ten black wings flapping powerful and rapidly ascending through the sky, his barrier disappearing as he did so and disappeared out of sight.

All that was left in the area being Yarden, and the half nude, beaten up girl sobbing into the ground a few feet away from him.

Sighing, Yarden let Delete Field fade away and turned to Irina. He made his way over to the sobbing girl and placed his hand gently on her head, rubbing it in soothing circles, "It's alright Irina," he said softly, gently, unlike his usual brutish way, "Everything will be fine."

"I-it won't, how can it, God is dead!" she sobbed, "How am I supposed to take that? What am I supposed to think about all this, how the church has lied to me and my family all my life! Everything I've worked all my life for, for nothing!"

Well, he could definitely understand the betrayal she must be feeling, along with the massive shock and horror for a fervent believer like her.

Like, how would he feel if Scotland just suddenly stopped existing one day?

Lifting Grian in his free hand, he manifested its sheath around it and hung it over his back, then with his hand free now, he reached down and wrapped his arms under her knees, and his other around her back and gently lifted her up.

"Don't think for now, just rest," Yarden told her gently, "I'll take care of you for now and get you all fixed up, you just need to focus on getting better." it was all he really could think to say right now.

In response, despite their stations as exorcist and reincarnated devil, Irina buried her face in his chest and began to sob softly, crying her heart out.

Her huge, bodacious and very naked breasts pressed into his chest and he had a primo view of them as he gently took into the air with a flap of his wings, yet, he could not enjoy such an enviable position at all.

It was his plan all along to get her to hear the truth about God from Kokabiel so he could swoop in and comfort her.

…But, all he felt right now was horrible. He'd forgotten one simple truth in all this since Yarden and Caelan became one.

These were not just characters on a screen, not just sexy waifu's for him to collect any way he could. And now through his utter jackassery, he had a usually very nice and bubbly girl, in his arms and utterly heartbroken, the meaning of her life ripped away from her.

…How utterly un-Scottish of him. Scotland would be so disappointed in him.