Note: Do not take this fic overly serious. I'm writing purely for the fun of it to see how well I can write. Do be nice with your comments.
--- Arrival at Itogami ---
Monorail.
"Haah..."
Inside an empty train, blitzing past guard poles and the sea below, on steady rails toward a destination ahead. A lone male sat on a passenger seat.
The male in question looked young, possessing youthful facial features, shoulder-length black hair tied into a short ponytail.
Their half-lidded eyes, heavy with sleep, slowly parted as they gazed towards the blue sea beyond the train window.
Slowly, they closed their eyes again before opening them, yawning and stretching their hands upward, arching their back slightly.
'Almost there... Itogami...'
Itogami Island.
An island situated in the Pacific Ocean, 300 kilometers south of Tokyo, made of carbon fiber, resin, metal, and magical arts.
This island is also known as – "Demon District."
On that man made island, built far from the Japanese mainland, therianthropes, spirits, half-demons, man made life-forms, and vampires...
All manner of magical beings, pushed to the brink of extinction by habitat destruction and battles with humans, are authorized by the government to live here for protection and research.
"Nngh - Ahhh~ That was a good nap."
[Attention passengers. We will soon be arriving at Itogami City Central Station.]
[Please remain seated until the train comes to a full stop. Ensure you have all personal belongings before exiting.]
[For your safety, be advised that unauthorized use of magic within station premises is strictly prohibited under Article 12 of the Demon District Ordinance.]
[Thank you for riding with the Itogami Transit Authority.]
The announcement broke his train of thought, prompting him to stand from the passenger seat.
He had nothing but a briefcase in hand. His boxes, containing everything he would need from the mainland, will be shipped at a later date.
Running a hand through his hair, he adjusted the long white coat he wore over his gray shirt and dark trousers before stepping toward the monorail door.
[You have arrived at Itogami City Central Station. Please stand clear of the doors until the train has come to a complete stop.]
[We remind all passengers that the use of offensive magic is prohibited in public zones.]
The train hissed to a stop, the doors sliding open with a sharp chime.
A warm ocean breeze greeted him as he stepped onto the platform of the open station.
"What a nice breeze."
He muttered, stretching his hand slightly before him before his gaze caught someone standing in front of him.
An exceedingly beautiful young girl, looking no older than a high school student, with jet-black hair, dressed in a gothic-style outfit, holding a parasol.
Minamiya Natsuki.
Her eyes locked onto his, both staring at each other for a moment or two before she broke contact first.
"You're younger than I expected, Seraph."
She said that, tilting her head slightly, making the Attack Mage smile wryly at her.
"It's an honor to be in the presence of the Witch of the Void herself."
In contrast to Natsuki's casual compliment to him, he kept a hand on his chest with a nod as he greeted her.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Seraph."
She sighed, closing her eyes, lowering her head before looking back at him.
"Oh, perhaps, I should have been more direct then?"
The male, on the other hand, smiled wryly.
He was merely showing respect to her; however, he wouldn't deny that teasing this woman would be fun.
"Let's leave all the useless chatter behind and get to the main business, shall we?"
Saying that, she felt the air around him change for a moment. Was she imagining it?
No. This male, regardless of how he looks, is an attack mage of the same position as her.
He'd been codenamed Seraph by the Japanese government and the Lion King organization.
The living embodiment of anti-magic itself. One who is clad in divine oscillation effect itself.
Nay, it could be said that he's a living Schneewalzer.
Of course, the Japanese government and Lion King organization had done everything they could to get their hands on him.
However, there's only so much one can do to someone who embodies the anti-effect of magic.
Even physical warheads proved unsuccessful.
As such, because of how strong he was, he was given a high-ranking position alongside being a high-level attack mage.
"Seraph, you have been appointed that person's official observer."
Natuski motioned for him, turning on her heels as they walked toward the station exit.
"But that's the official reason, is it not?"
He asked, matching her pace, hands stuffed into his coat pockets.
"You're quick on the uptake. I like that."
Since the government cannot control Seraph, being an embodiment of something that opposes magic and its effects entirely—
They sent him to a place where he would serve as an asset for both the Japanese government and himself.
This much, Seraph — no, Aliester Crowley himself knew.
According to him, "The mainland is a bore; perhaps a change of pace would be nice."
While he may look fifteen, this is merely a side effect of his powers. Rather, something akin to a wish he made.
His real age was in his early twenties, an exact copy of Minamiya Natsuki herself.
That was why the woman said, 'He looked younger.'
"So, you came here knowing what those old crooks had in mind?"
The two of them stepped out of the station, the neon-lit streets stretching before them.
Natsuki gestured toward a sleek black vehicle parked nearby.
"Get in."
Alistair nodded, entering the vehicle; both sat in the back passenger seat.
After entry, the car hummed to life, and with a smooth acceleration, they merged into the flow of traffic.
Then, in response to her earlier statement, he replied.
"Well, it's as you've said. They aim for either mutual destruction or control."
He stated without a blink of an eye before continuing.
"Lost Warlord, Fall Gazer, Chaos Bride. Each and every one of these progenitors stands at the top of the world."
"Then, there's the fourth, who is rumored to be the strongest. I can only imagine their panic upon hearing of the Fourth's birth."
"At the same time, the fact that they're giving me full control over the matter makes me want to laugh at their roundabout way of doing things."
The car weaved through the streets, passing high-rise buildings adorned with digital advertisements, and various supernatural entities going about their business.
The city was alive in a way few places were.
"I find you more pleasing than I expected. Strange. However, don't get used to it. I'm yet to fully trust you."
To her statement, Alistair simply chuckled.
"Don't worry. My main goal is far more simple than that."
"What?"
"I will allow him to awaken as the true Fourth Primogenitor. Heck, I'll even assist him in his endeavor."
Natsuki on the other hand turned towards him, blinking in almost wonder.
".... did you hit your head on the monorail on your way here?"
"You do realize what that means? What will he become if he fully awakens….?"
She then paused slowly coming to the realization.
"Unless… that is your goal. Seraph. Aliester Crowley."
Her fingers twitched. However, just as she did, Alistair turned to her, giving a wanton smile.
"Don't bother, Witch of the Void. You know what I am. Yes. Just like that woman.."
Hearing that, the witch of the void clenched her fists tightly, with a sharp exhale.
However, she didn't bother anymore, simply huffing, looking out the window.
"Regardless, since I'm in your territory, I believe some things are in order, no? How about it?"
"Hmph. Do as you wish."
"Alright then."
Eventually, after a few minutes of discussion, they arrived at a massive skyscraper, The Central.
The car pulled into the parking lot, with both Natsuki and Alister dropping down; his gaze drifted upward toward the towering structure.
"Impressive," he muttered, turning to her.
"This is where you'll be staying," she said as they entered the building.
Just as he was the Fourth Primogenitor's observer, so was she to him.
They ascended to the top floor, where Natsuki led him to a spacious apartment overlooking the city.
The lights automatically adjusted to a soft glow as they stepped inside.
"Make yourself comfortable," she said as she turned to leave. Once she had closed the door, he sighed.
'Good grief. What a cold-hearted woman.'
But, well, he couldn't blame her. He was like an automated nuke suddenly handed over to her.
Of course she would be cold to him.