This part will either be loved or hated by people due to its final, but eh. Can't please all people. Also, after 108, we're diving deeper into the other 3 crossovers: Darksiders, K Project and Fate Go. That's not to say DxD will get shafted entirely. Just that I didn't bring elements from those other 3 series just for shits and giggles...

Ok, 2017 me technically did, cause he thought that's what fanfiction was all about, but 2021 me doesn't like cringe so he plans to put them to use.

Still, this won't turn into one of those massive multi verse crossovers with all the anime world and whatnot. We're keeping things grounded.

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3rd POV

It's been good years since the entirety of creation felt the pressure of a Horseman unleashing their ultimate form, albeit not out of choice this time around. But even with that considered, seeing it in person was a sight to behold and a nightmare to recall at night, surely. Whether it was Rias and her team, or Vali and the Chaos Brigade, the collective consensus was to hold their breath, as if the thickness of the air itself has grown ten fold following Jason's descent into savagery. Yes, this was, without a doubt, the Chaos Form, but lack of awareness and intelligence is what holds even the mightiest of beasts back from total domination.

As luck, whether you consider it such, would have it, the playing field was occupied by 2 such mind absent monsters, as Issei had no sense of self either at the moment. But as imposing as the amalgamation of armor and flesh the Juggernaut Drive provided, It looked almost prepubescent compared to the raw and demonic-like appearance the physical manifestation of Chaos adopted.

Gaining its balance after being shoved away by a thick tail, the Dragon took notice of the new lord of the ring out of instinct. The roar it let out would most likely be a way of denying intimidation, in the most primal way it could think. And yet, the 3 horned beast towering over the dragon by a few good meters remained silent, letting only the whiplash of its tail talk, as if it would be beneath him to even respond to such a pathetic display of vocals. The Dragons roars were loud and their echos could, without a doubt, shake the skeleton inside someone. But it could not compare to the millions of cold chills running on you back you'd feel just from a sample of the horseman's growls.

While battles were waged throughout this part of the Underworld, it would ridiculous to think other imposing figures didn't catch wind of the pressure of this raw pool of strength. Particularly, Sirzechs and the others faction leaders. The old Satan faction was more or less a pushover for a super devil, but even could become restless.

"What did they prepare this time?", Azazel was the first to voice his worries, presuming the newcomer to be an enemy.

"No.", the red haired devil king retorted. "They seem just as surprised as we are.", he motioned to the remnants of the army that attacked them. "This is something else."

For the first time in a good while, cold sweat ran across Sirzechs' back, sharing worried looks with Azazel, Gabriel and Serafall, who just joined the fray herself.

"You might want to hurry!", a voice from the ground below called out. "Or else we'll have even bigger problems on our hands!"

"Lord Odin!"

"Ah, Serafall. Fighting as a Magical Girl as always. Too bad I can't take my tame admiring.", the elder stroke his beard in dissatisfaction. "To think I'd actually lay eyes on the demon that scared me to sleep when I was little...", he mumbled the last part, but his voice showed no traces of nostalgia. Ideally, he would have preferred for this demon to never show itself again.

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The faction leaders were not the only ones who received a wake up call to reality today. In a more secluded area of the devil territory, the soil itself was smeared crimson red with the blood of the regiments that were foolish enough to disturb what should have been a sparring session between twins. A once beautiful forest panorama was now full of scattered severed limbs, crushed skulls and torsos akin to the skewered victims of the long deceased Transylvanian legend.

"This proved productive enough.", a young man sitting atop of mangled corpses said, wiping away the guts off his purple-like mallet, with twisted despairing faces engraved into it. His once green dyed hair was now flowing as if opposing gravity, resembling the same color of the hammer.

The boy seemed rather content despite the sick inducing scenery around him. He succeeded in invoking the weapons of the Hollows, can you blame him?

His partner was unusually quiet, however. And for anyone familiar with Bruce Creed, him shutting up doesn't bear good news.

"Hm? No witty comeback? You're losing your ed-"

"Wipe that creepy smile of your face.", the blond barked, urgency being almost palpable in his voice. It was only then that the pressure wave induced by the new beast hit Desmond like a wall, instinctively shielding himself with his hammer despite no risk of physical harm.

"W-what the fuck?!"

"Get on your horse, Desmond. Something's not right!", the older of the twins mounted Mayhem himself before galloping towards the main scene of events.

"...I don't like where this is going...at all, Rampage.", the phantom horse could not speak, but you'd be blind to not see it agreeing with its rider...

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The main attraction in the underworld at the moment was undoubtedly the clash between titans. Or rather a titan and and a wanna be one. Still, it was a sight to behold.

The dragon lashed out time and again with its claws, tail and even the chest canon he fired at Jason's head before, but the difference in size left all those attacks as little more than a tantrum for the horseman. Only the canon, heavily boosted before hand could leave some marks in forms of ashes, but even those would disappear swiftly as Chaoseater was continuously feeding its master.

Eventually, the dragon took to the sky, its primitive mind perhaps realizing the opponent has no way of flying, and therefore going airborne could prove useful.

Boosting several times again, he fired its canon from beyond Jason's range, aiming straight for the middle horn. The horseman, in return, extended his monstrous palm outward, using it to shield the face while using the sword in his other hand to lunch chunks of the ground up in the air. The debris was obstructing the clear view of the dragon, making the canon miss its mark several times.

Failing at long range, the dragon opted to throw the boulders back to the ground onto his enemy, hoping to cloud it's field of view as well, but what was unaccounted for was the speed at which the horseman could whip his tail, each swing breaking the sound barrier and, consequently, shattering any rock that made contact to dust.

The gallery observing the fight sure had a lot of things to say, if only their words could come out as easily as they wanted. For Bikou in particular, Ophis' words were constantly looping in his head: The horseman hasn't lost. Pairing that with the spectacle in front of his eyes, he could only watch in awe. He's part of the Chaos Brigade himself. He'd seen other figures of different mythologies and their abilities before. But this was something that predated mythology altogether. It was something born or rather created to dominate. And now it was let loose.

Rias, the one most concerned for Issei at the moment, was torn apart by 2 conflicting thoughts. On one hand, she knows Jason is capable of taking on the Juggernaut Drive. On the other, she's worried whether the horseman will get ahold of himself before the Chaos Form kills Issei along with the Dragon.

"By the one true God...", we're the words uttered by Michael as he landed next to the others, along with the rest of the head figures. "This is-"

"The Chaos Form!", Uriel took the words out of his mouth, barely catching her breath after flying full speed to assess the situation. "This is bad!", she told her superior.

"I'm aware. Sirzechs, this can't be allowed to continue. Otherwise the red dragon emperor might perish.", the leader of the angels took notice of Rias' already pale face, but he didn't have the luxury to mince his words at the moment.

Sirzechs, Azazel and Serafall had their eyes glued to the duel, to the attempts the dragon made in order to dent the beast, attempts left with a blank stare and more bone chilling growls.

"Is Jason in control?", the super devil asked, somewhat perplexed by the still calm nature of this breathing disaster.

"No, I don't think so.", Azazel chipped in. "It might just be more observant than your regular rampaging beast. It's a window to subdue him."

More of a gamble than a plan, but it was the only option anyone mentioned so far. Ophis and Odin however were of different opinions.

"I wouldn't go there right now.", the bearded pervert advised, observing the soil surrounding the horseman with narrow eyes.

"Quite observant.", the little raven haired girl complimented the god. "The horseman has yet to take even a single step."

The lack of foot imprints on the ground served as proof for her claims. If you ever wondered what an immovable object looked like, here you go.

"Where's Leon? Anyone told any of Jason's brothers about what's happening?", Serafall Leviathan, for once, seemed serious about something. Neither of the monsters in front of her would probably care about her usual theatrics.

"No one has seen them around so far and...Desmond isn't returning my calls either.", Irina was the bearer of bad news.

"I'm not sure if they even have access to their final forms. We can't afford having 2 horsemen rampaging through the land. We have to end this now, while we c-", Sirzechs speech was cut short by the deafening shrieking sounds made by the dragons claws against the hardened horns of the horseman. The last straw.

Seeing his opponent in close proximity, the demon let out a roar for the first time, boasting its impressive vocal cords, making the dragon wish it was deaf, clutching its hands against his head in pain.

The echo could be felt in your skin, hair standing on its end, as if your own soul was about to leave your body out of fear. No one would blame lesser devils from passing out just from hearing it once. The gang up top could only wonder what it was like hearing it up close.

But the horseman, even angered, hasn't lifted a foot. Instead, its thick and muscular tail wrapped around the Dragon's and used it as a mace to pummel the ground beneath, from left to right, from right to left, akin to a pendulum swinging on the wall. Whenever it would boost, he couldn't aim its laser. Whenever it would divide, it had no effect on the pure physical strength of the tail. And with each hit on the ground, more distruction was brought on and more did the sword consume.

"ISSEI!", Rias cried out, afraid of her initial worries becoming the truth, almost jumping down there herself was it not for her brother holding on tightly to her shoulder. "LET GO!", she wailed.

Her yells brought the beast's attention towards the floating land they were standing on briefly, before returning to tormenting the dragon that dare to scratch its horns. Before the Juggernaut had the chance to let out another shriek of pain, both of its wings were grabbed by the beast and pulled opposite to one another, tearing away the entire armored body, till Issei's incomplete transformation was just a lump of meet torn in halves, with the devil's body falling to ground, unconscious.

Azazel, already fully covered in his dragon armor launched himself in the Horseman's fangs to catch the devil's body, but before he had the chance to properly get ahold of him, a flash of yellow current picked up both of them and threw them back onto the rock the fallen angel came from. Fortunately, Michael and Sirzechs were prepared to cushion their landing.

Without wasting a breath, pretty much the entire peerage of Rias, herself included, latched onto the boy, letting out a reassuring sigh after making sure his heart was still beating.

The others were more concerned about the sudden intervention, and to Irina's happiness.

"Desmond!", the new reincarnated angel called out to her friend, but was quickly taken aback by his shift in nature.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE!?", the boy lashed out, not particularly to Irina, but to anyone that could answer what happened. A Horseman out of control is bad enough, but one in his ultimate form? That's a riot.

Desmond's attention quickly shifted to the Chaos Brigade members observing the scene. "VALI?! IF YOU HAD ANY PART IN THIS-"

His words were rudely interrupted by the beast still rampaging, seemingly more agressive now that a second horseman was on scene. Perhaps it could vaguely gauge their power level and assess them as threat or not. Certain is that a tail came swinging at Desmond, who managed to avoid contact due to the increased mobility of the Storm Hollow.

Despite the difference in strength between a juggernaut drive out of control and a Horseman fully in control, the sheer size of the Chaos Form would make restraining the beast a chore. But unlike the rest, the brothers knew each other's weaknesses. Therefore they could devise a plan much faster. In fact, one such plan was already under way.

Switching to the Force Hollow, the twin marched forward, waiting for another tail swing. Instead of dodging, Desmond blocked the blow with the Mallet of Scorn, making use of his hollow gravity powers to severely increase its mass, therefore making the tail whiplash backwards from the force of the impact.

Seeing as the tail wasn't cutting it any longer, the beast gripped Chaoseater with both hands, before thrusting it into the ground in an attempt to stab it right through Desmond. The human took a step backwards just enough for the blade to miss his body and the weapon dug into the ground, he too grasped the handle and pushed it further down with the power of gravity. He knew his brother would instinctually refuse to let go of the thing that's feeding him power, therefore made use of this attachment to pin the monster.

"NOW!", the boy shouted to his partner and 2 gunshots echoed, both bullets hitting their mark, the only 2 unarmored spots on the Chaos Form, the eyes.

Out of pain, the first instance of feeling it so far, the demon let go of the sword's hilt and instinctually brought its hands to its face, to shield it from further damage. Seizing the moment, Fury took Chaoseater out of the ground before throwing it at full strength towards the rock Issei was now resting on, in Rias hands. He then switched to the Storm Hollow again to get himself there as well, as it would have been impossible to carry the sword without the boost of strength.

The show wasn't over yet, as now blinded, War rioted indiscriminately, attacking anything in its vecinity in hopes of hitting the one responsible for its predicament.

"Ugh!", Fury grunted, feeling his hands shaking after battling his brother up close. "I don't think I'll be able to take a full on collision with those fists at my current level.", he confessed, worrying a bit the faction leaders. But his intention was convey that to his twin, and no other.

"It's good for now.", Bruce assured. "We've managed to halt his regenerative abilities."

Ah, yes. The abyssal armor in all its glory. Although different in aspect compared to the original strife, it certainly left an impression on those who witnessed it.

"Bruce?"

"I don't have time for pleasantries, Azazel.", he pointed towards the problem still at hand. "But i certainly want to know what the fuck happened here? Why is my brother in his Chaos Form and why the hell are squads of devils wrecking havoc all over the place?!", Strife was not happy with the circumstances, that's a given. And his new attire was giving off bad vibes as it is.

"You're full of surprises, Horsemen.", the white dragon emperor spoke to particularly no one, but turned to face Bruce nonetheless. His initial shock witnessing the Chaos Form has passed slightly, being taken over by curiosity seeing Strife in a new shape as well.

"Save it! I've got bigger fish to fry at the moment.", As if to prove a point, the beast has dug its claws into the ground to launch debris towards the blond who raised his voice, pi pointing its target based on sound.

But while Bruce's back may face Jason now, his eyes certainly do not. Seemingly out of his darkened coat, 6 arms sprout out, almost transparent, of a bluish glowing, each holding a handgun. In quick succession, each arm fired at the chunks of rocks flying through the air, rendering them to dust. And yet, Strife actual hands were still resting on the holstered Mercy and Redemption on his belt.

After all, the abyssal armors did not initially belong to the horsemen. Therefore they each possess abilities that many consider to be...unnatural.

"Is there anything we can do to help?", Rossweisse, now full in business mode, offered to assists.

A shared look of worry ran across the twins' faces, as they had no real way to gauge the full extent of Jason's strength now and only the 2 of them are shielded for mortal wounds thanks to their eldest brother.

"You? No. Azazel, Sirzechs, Serafall, Michael and Odin. I'm only allowing you to step down there."

"But-", the Valkyrie wanted to protest, but Bruce was having none of it.

"No fucking 'but'! I ain't having no one die today, so don't get in my way!"

With that line delivered, he jumped down to face his brother, followed suit by Desmond, the one one physically capable of taking blows from Jason so far, albeit with a bit of hardship.

With its sense of smell still intact, the beast could relatively make out the position of the twins on the field. Not an truly accurate way of observation, but that and hearing was all it had for now.

Desmond, with the storm hollow had a much easier time avoiding taking hits than Bruce, who relied on Mayhem to outrun the sweeping tail, while he was taking shots at Jason. Although his body was like an armor, the marks made by the bullets served more as targets for the spikes he would raise from under the beast, in an attempt to both skewer and immobileze it. Besides, the 360 degree of vision thanks to his new armor served him masterfully in observing the entire field.

Though those same eyes he also spotted Sirzechs, Azazel, Serafall and Michael flying above Jason, and yet outside his physical reach, letting out all sorts of spells aiming for either the head or the back, as the front was taken care off by Desmond constantly slashing with the Lance of Scorn.

The only one remaining on the sidelines was Odin, who made use of his own weapon, Gungnir to fire energy beams at War. While that proved very effective against devils of the old Satan faction before, on the Chaos Form it was more akin to burn marks. It did hurt nonetheless, proven by the constant squirming of the beast, growling every time a spell or a hit from someone found it's mark. Without a doubt, taking Chaoseater away made a huge difference...but not a big enough one.

Having enough of these ants poking at him, the demon let out another roar similar to the one that disrupted the Juggernaut Drive.

The eardrums of all 6 people close enough to hear it burst like a balloon, only the twins having their restored quickly after due to their bond with Death. Still, the ringing in their ears wasn't gone, making this roar of Chaos a powerful enough attack in of its own.

Taking advantage of the disoriented masses, the monster used it's dominant right hand to knock Serafall out of the air and shove her to the group, preparing to stomp and crush her under his weight. She was conscious, but could barely make out reality after her hearing was cut off.

Before anyone else could make a move, fire a spell or reach out to her, under the weight of War's foot a metal snapping sound was heard by the twins, before the entire leg was enveloped in black flames that were spreading to the rest of its body.

"Replacements can only go so long, huh.", the boy tossed aside the broken scythe, before cracked, now snapped in half, and turned to check on the one that broke it. "Not looking that good there, Jason."

"Fucking finally...", the blond sighed, thankful for his sibling's presence. "Please tell me you have a way to stop this!", He pleaded.

"...easier said than done.", the horseman of Death admitted. "You'd need another ultimate form to go toe to toe with him. "

"Yeah, well, all i got is an abyssal armor. Take it or leave it!"

Strife was growing more impatient by the minute. But Leon too wasn't that calm seeing his brother in that state. "I don't think me beating him half to death is a viable option this time around.", the eldest mumbled to himself.

"Unless-"

"Unless what?", Death spoke from within his host, with a tone denoting apathy towards the plan was cooked up.

"Death, is there any way to force a Reaper Form transformation-"

"I refuse!"

"Just fucking listen to me!"

"No. YOU listen to me. This isn't about 'i can', it's about 'i should' and me purposely forcing a transformation would just save a brother at the cost of another."

Unlike his usual self, this was the Death of old. The stubborn and yet empathetic one. All the more reason to refuse his host's request.

They couldn't take their time either. War was still in a frenzy over the flames on his body, but that's not enough to take him down. It would be similar to an increasing sensation of itchiness for his current form. It's one reason the trio of faction leaders were purposely herding him away from Leon and Serafall.

"Are you worried about me dying? Wouldn't be the first time...", the boy cracked a faint smile, getting nervous over this dispute.

"You can handle dying. I know that much. But with us in an imperfect fusion, me initiating the Reaper Form would imply me replacing the usual fuel of energy with your soul, Leon. This isn't dying. You'd cease existing altogether..."

"That's..."

The words wouldn't come out of his mouth, as in any of his sibling's position, he wouldn't forgive himself for just going out like a candle. Bruce and Desmond were already yelling out to not go through with it. But Jason... he'd probably blame himself the most...

"That's a cruel way to treat my siblings...", the red haired finally admitted. It was a good thing Serafall's hearing was still recovering, otherwise he wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Horseman. You can't drag this out anymore.", Vali Lucifer, descending along with the other witnesses, urged the man to make a choice.

Asia, now all awake, tended to Serafall's ears along with watching over the unconscious Issei, and the rest of the group just eyed Leon and the twins in expectation of what's to come.

"Leon! I asked Jason to help. If it's anyone's fault it's mine.", Akeno was quick to take the blame, as she knew the horseman of Death would want answers as to how his brother was rendered to such an unsightly appearance.

"It's a brother's job to help out his siblings, sis.", He didn't turn his eyes to her, but his hand stroke her raven hair gently. "Be it me, or be it them."

"You're always stuck between choices when we meet, human. Will you give an equally decisive answer as last time, i wonder?"

The dragon, reminiscent of their last meeting, was the most interested in the outcome. She's amongst the few that could engage in battle one to one with an ultimate form, but she was far from being an ally. If anything, this was entertainment for her at the moment.

"This bitch...", Desmond barked, but was brushed aside by the petite girl, still awaiting a decision.

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"...Death. You said I'd be consumed as fuel due to the defective fusion..."

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"That's right. That's one way to draw out the Reaper Form at the moment.", He retorted, manifesting in his physical form next to the red head.

The boy pondered for a second, imprinting in his memory the image of his brother struggling to control a power he didn't ask for. Those roars of pain were cries of help to him, so the choice was obvious from the get go.

"Let's do the other way."

The others stood confused, lacking the knowledge to comprehend the situation unfolding. But Death knew. His moment of silence wasn't shock, wasn't remorse, but simply awe.

"You'll be a fool in the eyes of many for this.", the horseman almost laughed, as the groud beside him split open to reveal the true weapon of the reaper, Harvester.

"Let them talk for all I care.", the boy smiled towards Death, before uttering his last words to him. "I, Leon Creed, hereby renounce my status, powers and privileges as a Horseman of the apocalypse."

As he closed his eyes, amidst the various voices calling out in protests or surprise to the recent news, Harvester passed right through him, as if phasing through an illusion, leaving his body intact, but his soul severed from that of the Horseman. His eyes remained shut, as 5 years of sleep deprivation were catching up to him and for the first time in those 5 years, his continuous chain of deaths was halted.

The boy's body dropped to the ground, asleep, but still breathing, as Serafall clutched at him to make sure he's alright. The twins, still coming to terms with what just happened, were briefly patted on the head by the masked rider, left with a message: take care of him for me.

"W-what's happening now?", Bikou voiced his conflicting thoughts, now feeling and oppressive atmosphere different from that of the Chaosform. This one didn't feel distructive, or evil. It felt chilling, as if his existence, not body, felt the need to kneel before the one in front.

The others were feeling the same need to obey, even glancing at the advancing figure of the Horseman of Death being enough to see your life flashing before your eyes despite not being in danger.

"The link's been broken. His seals...undone.", Ophis bit on her own fingernail. She was denied the look of helplessness on Leon's face and in turn received a reminder that her previous meeting with Death, he wasn't taking her seriously at all. This wasn't simply a grim reaper or a god OF death. This was THE Death. The concept itself personified. "Vali, you specifically, take note of this.", she turned towards the white dragon emperor. "This is one of the beings your great grandfather, Lucifer himself, feared.", even Odin nodded, as if to confirm any suspicion Vali might hold.

Michael, Sirzechs, Azazel. All 3 retreated after sensing the sudden spike of spiritual energy. All 3 returned to the main grou to be filled in and to witness another one of the 4 greatest living disasters of creation, the Reaper.

For anyone who ever wished to see this battle, they'd have to simply fantasize about it, as the reaper, lacking visible legs or a face, silent as if the notion of sound never existed to begin with, took flight and lifted War with its scythe, before splitting him in a thousand pieces, starting from the tail, head, limbs and finally torso, leaving only Jason's human body untouched and ungrazed. This is the difference between being self aware or not in an ultimate form, between an original horseman and one still in development. After the dark mist emanating from said Reaper started to diminish, the one still standing was undoubtedly the pale rider.

"JASON!", Xenovia, assisted by Akeno, hurried to his side, her heart palpitations settling down after seeing his chest rise and descent several times, denoting breathing.

"It's over...", Odin stroke his beard, lacking a real sense of satisfaction however. Sirzechs himself seemed rather dumbfounded by the results, perhaps the biggest shock being the choice made today.

"Oi Hyoudou!", the manly voice calling out to the unconscious teen now lying next to Leon and Jason was that of Saji, as he, Sona and Tsubaki came to check on their friends. Instead, they received a wake up call.

Sona in particular took notice of Bruce's tired visage, now out of his Abyssal armor, almost pulling out his hair in an attempt to keep himself in check. She'd have hugged him, but Desmond was quicker with the shoulder hug, both of them being in a rather clouded state of mind right now.

The one arrival left unmentioned was that of Kuroka, who came as quickly as she sensed Ophis and Vali around.

"Look who's showing up!", Bikou brought attention to her, but he was ignored for the sleeping body of the red haired human.

Rossweisse and Serafall were already surrounding the boy, but Kuroka just barged right in between them.

"Is he...?", she trailed, turning towards Death with worried eyes.

"He'll live. Don't worry. Dying isn't that much of a problem for him anyway."

"Don't say that!", Serafall chastised the Horseman. "Humans don't live that long to begin with, so dying is all the more cruel for them."

"That's just in their nature.", Arthur Pendragon threw his 2 cents in, earning him a glare of 2. "Regardless, we should be on our way as well, Kuroka."

"What?"

"That boy is no longer a horseman, right? There's no reason to pursue him anymore. Wasn't that your reason?"

If looks could kill, Kuroka's surely would, but the same could be said for the judgemental eyes thrown at her. Koneko in particular was observant. She might have decided to trust her nekomata heritage, but her sister was a different matter altogether.

"Are you coming or not?", Bikou urged the black cat further, as Arthur already went through the portal.

"You've got quite the mouth, monkey."

"A-and?", Coming face to face with the mask, the oppressive atmosphere from before returned as a reminder of one's place. "Your previous host wasn't any better!"

"He's got the guts to back it up, so when you die even half the amount of times he did, maybe you'll get to actually look at me properly.", looking at someone's feet when speaking with them isn't that convincing.

"And how many times has he died? One hundred thousand? A million?"

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"I doubt he kept count but, 5 years of constant deaths thanks to the curse... amounting to one billion five hundred sixtynine million two hundred seventeen thousand one hundred and fifteen deaths..."

For once, even Ophis' condescending smile was completely wiped off her face, along with countless of widened eyes and agape mouths to support just how ridiculous the claim was. Bruce and Desmond themselves were taken about by the sheer immensity of the number.

"That's not possible! How can he be sane after that!?", Saji said what was on everyone's minds.

"If you were to ask him, he wouldn't say he was sane. Besides, what sane person would give away the status of Horseman just for his sibling?"

I guess the first person to call Leon insane would be his closest friend. Ironic. But that being said, a soul without a body can't stay in the living world, and that rule was taking it's toll on Death's appearance, part of him already ripping to the winds like pieces of paper.

"I suppose this is goodbye, Death.", Ophis, closing to the portal, waved to the horseman, who was kneeling down next to Leon.

"I've heard that line many times before. Just ask Uriel over there.", He pointed towards the angel, who was feeling nostalgic. "But you should really look out in the future, Ophis. My little brothers are a force to be reckoned with. Especially the bastard who's been threatening to cut my internet cable for so long."

"It'll be a while till they reach your level. If they'll manage to do that to begin with."

"They fucking will, bitch!", Strife shouted out. "Who else can take my place in turning Sirzechs hair gray from stress? That's right. No one!"

"I'd prefer if you wouldn't do that.", the super devil rolled his eyes.

"Oops. Don't have my notepad today. I don't think I'll remember to NOT do it."

"This will surely be something I'll miss. As for your goodbyes, you prehistoric Loli, I wouldn't count on it. After all...", His body, now almost completely, missing gave Leon Creed a last head pat, before the head too was gone to ashes.

"The number of the riders shall ever be 4."

To be continued...