Dinner was made within two hours of returning home, but only after stripping down to just his pants and shoes. The white shirt had been ruined beyond repair due to the blood stains, while the jacket could be fixed. A quick shower had washed away the dried blood that had begun to itch and flake away, though it did little to relieve the turmoil he felt inside.
Had he been a lesser man, which he wasn't, Makoto would have broken down into a nervous fit after taking a spear to the heart, but it seems that with both Thanatos and the Universe Arcana within his control, his death would not come so easily.
He didn't know if he should be pleased, or upset at the revelation, but he supposed it did not matter in the end. He would live until he did not, he figured, whether it comes through self sacrifice once more or perhaps even old age. He had an inkling that his deathly companion would refuse to take him even then.
The smell of sweet jasmine rice and fish had filled the apartment as Makoto continued to slowly nibble at his dinner, his mind far removed from paying attention to what he was doing.
The attack on this person by the man named Dohnaseek struck a chord within him. He had been here only for a few hours and already he had seen combat. While the man was nowhere near the same level of opponent he was used to facing, it was still a surprise that such figures wandered the world freely.
It was the revelations that the Fallen had made through his accusations and statements, however, that had caused Makoto to withdraw into his mind in thought.
Devils and Fallen intermingle with the Human population, and there is apparently bad blood between at least the Fallen and Devils. Makoto thought to himself. Using his common sense, he also knew that there would be equally bad blood between Devils and Angels, and potentially even the Angels and Fallen, thus leading him to conclude that he found himself in a world where a three way cold, potentially hot, war was currently underway. However, it seemed Dohnaseek only attacked him because he thought he was a 'Stray' Devil, thus one existing outside of the current law, whatever that may be.
That meant that there was an established system of law between multiple factions to only attack those outside of set laws, or face repercussions. That meant that there might have been a war in the past, there is currently not.
Cold War it was then.
That caused the frown on his face to deepen. While in his world, the Persona took on the different aspects of the very same creatures of this world, ranging from common chimeras all the way to the highest beings of power possible. If Fallen, Angels and Devils existed here, who was to say Gods and Demons did not exist as well?
Just how many different groups existed, and how many were currently fighting?
"This is needlessly complicated." The Wild Card thought aloud as he leaned back into the comfortable leather sofa, seriously contemplating picking up drinking to deal with the headache he felt would become permanent. His goal of stopping whatever being it was that was sealed away within this world seemed to grow more difficult simply because he might have to face multiple beings of power before this ultimate darkness was released.
He finished his dinner some time later, and when he glanced down at the phone resting on his coffee table he realized that it was three in the morning. Standing up and stretching his arms above his head, the bluenette felt his back pop multiple times, causing a boneless feeling to sweep through his body.
A small frown appeared on his face as he gathered up his dishes and utensils before walking to the kitchen with a slow gait. Depositing the china into the sink, he decided to deal with cleaning at a later time.
It was just a few minutes later that the bluenette had stripped down to his skivvies before crawling into bed, but not before setting an alarm on his phone to wake him a few hours from then and placing the black Evoker in his waistband of his boxer briefs. The Blade of Lucifer was slipped beneath the covers beside him as well, its keen blade ready to kill at the behest of its wielder. Just in case. He thought to himself as he felt his consciousness fading into the Sea of Souls as it did every time he slept.
He would see what this Kuoh Academy was about tomorrow before deciding whether he should attend or not.
***
Two figures sat around a small table, where the sound of tapping could be heard every so often. The first figure had short black hair and amethyst colored eyes, while the taller figure had crimson hair that traveled past her waist. Silence reigned between the two as they continued to stare at the chessboard they were both seated around, each lost in their own thoughts. It was the female with crimson hair that finally broke the silence.
"We have a problem."
"Oh? And what sort of problem is that, Rias?"
"Don't play stupid, Sona, it doesn't suit you. I know you felt that massive spike of energy."
"Guilty as charged, I am afraid. What do you wish to do?"
The crimson haired female, identified as Rias, let a frown cross her face before moving her Rook to take out Sonas Bishop, who immediately reciprocated and took her opponent's Rook with her last remaining knight.
"We do nothing, for now. If the perpetrator proves to be a threat, we take them out. If not… I could certainly use all the help I can get, maybe it was a new Sacred Gear. Koneko seems to think he will only attack if forced to defend himself." Rias began to speak after a few moments of silence, no longer even paying attention to the chess match before her as Sona moved to checkmate her king, "I have to say… he is a bit of a cutie, is he not?" The red head questioned while flipping out her phone, showing the Sitri Clan Heir the pictures her Rook had taken of the conflict while hiding in the tree line.
Sona had a feeling Rias was going to bite off more than she could chew, and soon. The boy's eyes were as dead as the landscape he left behind by the release of whatever type of spell it was he used.