Ch:3: A Revelation about Demons?!
As Ornstein rushed to the Dean's office, he began to think about the odd differences and reactions of the three demons back in the office. Why did Tatsumiya or Sakurazaki need parchments on them if their inner flames could have easily sufficed? Or how Sakurazaki agreed to limit her interaction with Konoe-san even further? Things just didn't add up, and he didn't like it when he thought about it. Eventually he came to a thought:
Am I mistaken? Could they just be children with magical upbringings? He thought back to the day he glimpsed their souls. Fiery, orange souls that nipped at the core like hellfire itself. There was no doubt left after that thought: they were demons, half-breed or otherwise. And a demon could never change.
--The Teacher's Office--
"Ngh! Come on!" Setsuna growled as she threw another punch against the barrier. Nothing but a set of bruised knuckles.
["You are only hurting yourself Sakurazaki-san. Just be patient and this will be sorted out."]
"I can't wait until then! You heard Ornstein-sensei, he's going after Ojou-sama! I have to protect her!"
"You won't do anything but hurt yourself Sakurazaki-san," Mana said, "These barriers are something else. They're basic restraints but their power comes from that simplicity. And since Ornstein-san said it, I guess we can say these are specially made for holding demons." Mana smirked a little, "Seems our gym teacher is more than meets the eye."
Zazie nodded.
["It would seem that way. He seems quite opinionated about demonkind as well. Do you believe this is not the first time he has encountered them?"]
--The Dean's Office--
"Of course I have faced demons before!" Ornstein proclaimed. The Dragonslayer was at his limit. He'd reached the Dean's office, he'd managed to get an audience with him, and now he was acting like this was some practical joke! How could this be the same man who'd snapped the Dragonslayer's arm 22 years ago, and still act like the same fool from back then?! "Why in all of Izalith would you question that?!"
The dean kept quiet for a moment, cleaned out his ear with a finger, and flicked off some wax.
"First, because as well-intentioned as you are Ornstein, you have a tendency to leap before looking. And second, because I think this is all a mere misunderstanding."
Ornstein's grip on the desk tightened. "Misunderstanding? Is that what you call allowing three demons and that monster Evangeline to share the same class as you own granddaughter? Because I would very much like to hear how your idiocy could allow such a colossal risk to Konoe-san's safety, to say nothing of 2-A entirely." He asked coldly.
The dean's eyebrows lifted, revealing a gaze colder than a blizzard and sharper than a falcon's.
"My granddaughter's safety is paramount to me, Ornstein. Evangeline is wise enough not to go near her without my knowledge, and I personally assigned Sakurazaki as her bodyguard since she was a child. And before you go off again, I knew of her half-demon status well before you did."
Ornstein was dumbstruck. "Are you saying, that you made your granddaughter, a wellspring of magical power, the charge of a demonic offspring, and did this
willingly?!" He shouted, "Are you reckless or just that stupid? You're offering a veritable feast to that half-demon Setsuna!"
"And what reason has Sakurazaki given for you not to trust her, besides her demonic heritage Ornstein?"
Ornstein tried to form a retort, but he was at a loss. All the evidence pointed in Sakurazaki's favor: she kept a distance from Konoka, she'd shown no signs of feasting, subtle or otherwise, and she had only shown a hostile intent after mentioning he'd take care of Konoe-san. Could it be she was being protective like he had been with Gwynevere?
"There was a good reason I entrusted Sakurazaki-san to protecting my granddaughter. And I am certain your actions had good intentions Ornstein. But you acted without proper knowledge."
"Meaning what Konoemon?" Ornstein said with a suspicious eyebrow raised.
"Meaning that our demons, from the scarce details you've provided, are vastly different from those of your realm." The dean rose from his chair and motioned for Ornstein to follow, "Come. I think this time together will shed some light on both our worlds. Plus I can get a proper tan for once! Ohohohoho!"
Ornstein muttered a litany of curses as he followed behind the dean.
--The Teacher's Office--
"It's no use Sakurazaki, you're only wasting your strength." Mana said as Setsuna tried to punch through the barrier again. Her knuckles were bloody on her right hand. She didn't bother to reply, and wound up for another punch at the orb. Zazie just sat seiza style watching Setsuna throw her body against the cage.
["You know Sakurazaki-san, I don't believe Ornstein-san has any intention to harm Konoe-san or the others."]
"Weren't you listening to him? His target is Ojou-sama! Why separate her from my sight but to go after her?"
["From his choice of words I'd have assumed he thought you were the threat to Konoe-san's safety, not the other way around."]
Setsuna did a double take.
"B-But that's ridiculous!"
"Really? 'Cause to me you sounded pretty creepy Sakurazaki." Mana added, "and that's to say nothing about how he knew our nature as demons."
["Half-demons technically. I am the only full-blooded demon here."] Zazie corrected.
"Indeed. Though that does nothing to change your origins, demons." A familiar voice said as two figures entered.
"Ornstein!" Setsuna snarled.
"Dean Konoemon." Mana said nodding in respect. Zazie just nodded at both of them. Ornstein ignored them while the dean took over.
"My my my, this is quite an amusing event, isn't it?" Konoemon chuckled as he began a silent incantation. He swiped his hand across the barriers and the spheres dispersed, dropping the three girls on their butts. Mana and Zazie thanked the dean but Setsuna kept her sights on Ornstein. He looked at her and scoffed.
"Why you…" She said reaching for Yuunagi.
"Sakurazaki that's enough!" The dean's voice thundered in the office. Setsuna did as ordered and held the scabbard Yuunagi was in, though she kept her eyes on Ornstein.
"There was a lack of information exchanged about the way demons operate here in contrast to those of your gym teacher's home. That issue has been rectified, right Ornstein?"
The gym teacher simply nodded.
"See? And he apologizes for causing you any discomfort."
"I do not."
The dean looked at Ornstein. "Pardon?"
"I will admit I made an error in judgement, and I apologize for my error. But I will not apologize for what I believed was the correct course of action. You three should be grateful I didn't decide presenting your souls was a better way of providing proof. And you can threaten me all you like Konoemon, but I stand by my views. They are still dangerous, and I will watch them."
Ornstein looked at the three students, and read their various expressions. Sakurazaki looked ready and willing to fight at the drop of a hat, her eyes furrowed, her stance low and tense, everything he could read showed she was trained to fight. And given the soul she had at her core, he almost wanted her to prove him right and strike first. Tatsumiya was an odd one. She had the eyes of a killer, but her stance was relaxed and calm. Either she didn't think this was a dangerous situation, or she was that confident in her abilities. Zazie however, was the strangest of them all. Her stance was neutral, and her expression blank. And then she smiled at him. It was so out of left field it actually surprised Ornstein to see such an innocent look on the demon's face.
"Well, I think we've all had a full day today, wouldn't we agree?" the dean asked, "why don't we let these girls leave and we can talk some more in private, eh Ornstein?" he said.
Ornstein just stared at the girls, and let out a short breath.
"Very well. But know this. I don't care if you are different or not. I still sense the Chaos Flame within all of you. If you give me even one reason to doubt you won't harm the rest of the class, I will see to your ends, personally. Understood, Konoemon?"
"...I see. That's how the cookie crumbles, I suppose." He muttered, "Well best not dawdle girls, off you go, skedaddle."
Zazie bowed before Ornstein and cartwheeled her way through the door. Mana just gave a bow of her head and left. Setsuna stayed, trying to gauge Ornstein. But when he gave a full stare at her, she felt frozen in place. It was a stare she'd only seen in the most bloodthirsty of demon exorcists, and to see such a being like Ornstein have it, ripped the metaphorical carpet from under her.
"Leave." He said. She stepped out, and ran back to Ojou-sama, all while in a cold sweat. Ornstein watched the door close behind her and huffed.
"You know that wasn't necessary." The dean said, readjusting a few loosened furniture pieces.
"She was stubborn and I didn't like her being around any more than I could tolerate. I just gave her a push."
The dean simply sighed, concluding that it was pointless to try. Ornstein was a man, or god rather, set in his ways. He could bend, but not break. Not easily, anyway.
"You know, there was something you said that caught my interest."
Ornstein looked at the dean as he put a pencil case back on a desk. "And what would that be?"
"You said you saw the 'Chaos Flame' in those girls. I've lived a long time, and I've never heard you mention such a thing. Care to explain it?"
"
Tch. No. You're better off ignorant." Ornstein said as he forcibly shut the door behind him. He sighed. He needed time to himself.
"Ah, small pleasures are the most treasured indeed." Ornstein said sinking into the pool. He still missed the bathhouses of Anor Londo, but for the time being, these would suffice. He was just beginning to enjoy how the waters soothed his old scars when he heard footsteps approaching.
"Ah ha, Ornstein-san, I wasn't expecting to see you here." Ornstein groaned.
"Spare me your lies Takahata. I know you and your coworkers avoid me wherever possible. And I recall explaining why I enjoyed the solitude."
"I know, I know," Takamichi said entering the pool, "But I think this was worth leaping into the lion's den." Ornstein just huffed at the man's joke. "Look, this concerns your actions towards 2-A's students—"
"You mean my wholly justified yet stupendously uninformed mistake regarding why that class had THREE demons in it?" Ornstein said. Takamichi's glasses misted over, hiding his eyes.
"...They weren't justified, Ornstein. You had no right to accuse those girls of intending harm to anyone. You acted brashly, I hate to be honest, and if you HAD tried to hurt them instead of present your case to the dean, well...you and I know you'd never make it."
Ornstein looked at Takamichi, gripped his palms until his knuckles turned white, and let out a deep breath, never once breaking eye contact with the teacher.
"Before I explain myself to you Takahata, I ask you dwell on this: why do you think I was more concerned with Tatsumiya, Sakurazaki, or Rainyday when you explicitly told me that one little girl, Evangeline Athanasia Katherine McDowell, is the most powerful mage in your kind's history until Springfield's father appeared?" Takamichi thought for a while.
"I suppose you thought Eva-chan wasn't as much a threat as those three?"
"Wrong. Evangeline is the most dangerous and powerful human I have met in a long time, and by a wide margin at that. I know when I'm outclassed. I went after those girls, because I thought they were a more immediate threat to the others."
Takamichi raised an eyebrow, curious.
"So you've grown attached to them, hm?"
"Don't mistake my concerns for care, Takahata. I simply didn't want to risk earning the dean's ire if I allowed what I'd thought was a succubus to control his granddaughter." Takamichi chuckled. "And what pray tell is so amusing to thee, Takahata?"
"Well, I've actually met some demons before, and they found the idea of a succubus quite funny."
"How comforting to know the company you keep." Ornstein growled, forcing down his temper.
"...You are forgiven, you know."
"What?"
"I said no one hates you for what you did. Sure, some were angry, but from the way Konoemon described it, you honestly thought you were doing the right thing. You just didn't know the full picture. I suppose we should've told you sooner, but we all agreed you wouldn't have listened or at least believe us."
Ornstein mulled over Takamichi's words, deflating slightly as the accuracy of the staff's thinking sunk in.
"You are not wrong about that, I suppose." For a time the two sat in silence when Ornstein finally spoke up. "I have a proposition then, Takahata."
"Hm?"
"You know the secrets and magics of this world. And I know Miracles exclusive to mine. Teach me your secrets, and I will teach you some of mine."
Takamichi blinked before smiling. "I happily accept Ornstein, but I'm not sure you can help me. I can't cast spells you know." Ornstein waved a hand dismissively.
"Whether or not you can perform spells is unnecessary Takahata. If Miracles are what you learn, you need only two things to start learning." Ornstein stretched out his hand, his Leo Ring glowing in the fog. "A talisman to channel it, and a soul strong enough to believe you can do anything."
Light flashed forth, blinding Takamichi. When his vision returned, he looked at Ornstein's hand, stunned. Clutched in the god's hand was a spear of lightning. Not a construct of electricity, nor a version of Sagitta Magica, but genuine lightning, brimming with energy and shooting arcs around Ornstein's hand. Ornstein smiled. "If you have those, even a mortal can harness our powers." He said dismissing the spear. "Well Takahata. What dost thou say?"
Takamichi laid back. "Well, that depends. Where would you like to begin?"
"With what caused this very meeting: tell me about your world's demons. In detail."
So Takamichi told him. He talked of the demi-humans of Hellas, he talked of the demons he called friends, he even talked about Zazie and her heritage. Ornstein was amused at the idea of demons possessing a monarchy.
"That's everything I can tell you. Now it's my turn to ask you something. Why do you hate demons so much?"
Ornstein turned thoughtful. He looked to the side with a painful look in his eyes.
"Tell me Takamichi. Do the words 'Lost Izalith' mean anything to you?"
"I can't say that they do."
"Then you have no idea how blessed you are. To me, to my kind, demons are more than just spirits who wish harm on humans. They are a blasphemous perversion of life itself."
"Quite the harsh words Ornstein."
"Deserved words. Izalith belonged to the titular Witch of Izalith and her daughters. They, and their son, were the rulers of the city. They, alongside my Lord, Gwyn, and the Gravelord Nito, were the three powers of Lordran, as their souls reflected their realms of influence. Nito embodied death and ruled over his kind from the dark Catacombs. My Lord Gwyn, blessed he be, embodied Light and the sun was his symbol. All those touched by its rays knew my lord watched over them. And then, there was the Witch. Her soul was the embodiment of Life. She and her daughters invented one of the three magics of my realm: Pyromancy. Truly those were the greatest days of Izalith. But, every fire fades without something to keep it burning. Over time, we realized the First Flame, the source of our Lords' powers, was fading. We feared the worst. We knew one day the flames would fade, and only Dark would remain. The Witch, believing she could replicate the First Flame, tried to do so. On that day, the witch, her daughters and son, and all of Izalith, were lost to the Chaos Flame. The witch was consumed by her own experiment, and two of her daughters became orbs from which she drew power. The other sisters were lost to the flame, sacrificed, or corrupted into hideous monsters. But that was not the worst. That was for the rest of Izalith. In a flash, the entire city's residents were engulfed by Chaos. That day, the world saw its first demons. I faced them only once, but that was enough. It was against the Chaos Witch Quelaag, one of the Chaos' sisters. I had heard news the leader of the Chaos covenant was hiding away beyond Blighttown. I decided to end their existence, only to face the covenant's champion."
"Quelaag, you said."
"Aye. Picture a maiden of the palest skin and raven hair past her chest, now attach a spider to the lower torso who spews lava from its mouth. That is what became of her. I was faster but she fought so ferociously I had no choice but to flee, ashamed." He pointed to a scar on his right shoulder. "I still carry the scars of that day. No cleric could erase the wound. That is the power of Chaos, Takamichi; to even wound the gods is a dangerous feat."
"So it seems."
Ornstein paused for a second, then resumed.
"The truth, Takamichi, is I do not hate demons. I fear them. They are in many ways the opposite of the gods. And no matter how fiercely we fought, Anor Londo could do no more than repel them for a time. Even then, they came to call our capital home, eventually." Ornstein's grip tightened. "That is why I hold such enmity towards demons and their ilk, Takamichi."
"Ornstein...I truly am sorry for what happened."
"Don't apologize mortal. The Witch's demise was her own making. In the end, nobody could stop the Flame from dying. Lord Gwyn could only offer himself as fuel to keep the flame burning a little longer. That act alone carved meaning to our meaningless existence."
"...I suppose you're right. All we can do is give meaning to a meaningless world."
The two warriors spent the rest of the bath in silence, barring the barest of conversations. When the time came for both to depart, Takamichi said, "Your lord must have been an incredible person Ornstein. I would've liked to meet him in his heyday."
"...Everyone would, Takamichi. Few ever did."