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Sacred Gear Omnitrix Ch. 7
🕑 Added 2025-11-10 14:39:20 +0000 UTCChapter 7: The Church Encounter.
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The old, worn-down church stood silent before us, its cracked walls and weathered steeple leaning as if weighed down by centuries of secrets. A faint wind whistled through the broken windows, carrying with it the heavy scent of dust and decay.
Akeno and I approached cautiously, the atmosphere thick with tension.
Apparently, the target Akeno had mentioned — the one we were supposed to deal with — was somewhere inside this place. But before we could even take another step, my hand began to act… strange.
At first, it was just a twitch — a pulse beneath the skin. Then came the sharp, searing pain.
It felt like my arm was being torn apart from the inside.
I hissed in pain and looked down to see the Omnitrix glowing brighter than ever before, a deep, furious green that almost looked alive spreading like fangs up my arm.
“Shit… what the hell? This never happened before — not even to Ben… or did I miss something?” I gritted out through clenched teeth.
Akeno turned sharply, her expression darkening as she noticed the glow intensifying. For a moment, her eyes narrowed, as if she were analyzing the situation. Then, in a calm but commanding voice, she said,
“Give me your hand.”
I didn’t understand what was happening, but the pain was getting unbearable. So I did as she said.
And then… she stripped.
For a split second, my brain shut down.
Her curves, the smoothness of her skin — everything about her radiated temptation. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I didn’t know what kind of ritual this was supposed to be, but if it involved this kind of sight, I wasn’t exactly in a hurry to protest.
Then she took my hand.
And to my utter confusion, she began to lick it.
I froze. Her tongue traced the outline of the Omnitrix symbol, her breath warm against my skin.
“What the heck are you doing, Akeno?” I managed to ask, though my voice came out strained.
She didn’t answer — not in words. She just continued, sucking my fingers slowly, her cheeks flushing red. The feeling of her tongue swirling around my fingers sent shivers through me. I nearly groaned, barely holding myself back.
For a wild, reckless second, I wished she was doing that to my other friend from down town.
She pressed me gently against the wall, her body close enough that I could feel her warmth. Every rational thought in my head started slipping away.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun — I noticed something.
The burning in my arm… was fading.
The Omnitrix’s glow dimmed, the pain receding until it completely vanished. My hand felt light again, the pressure gone.
Akeno finally pulled away, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her lips to my fingers.
I exhaled sharply, flexing my arm. “Whoa… that feels better,” I said, rolling my wrist. “What did you do?”
She calmly began dressing again, her voice composed but soft.
“Nothing special — just an old ceremony. Your Sacred Gear was emitting too much magic for your body to contain, so I absorbed the excess into myself. If I hadn’t… it might’ve ripped your arm clean off.”
I blinked at her, still half-dazed both by her words and everything that just happened.
It reminded me of something. She used to do this kind of thing with Issei. Damn, that lucky perv.
“But wait,” I said, eyeing her curiously, “have you done that before? You looked… kind of experienced when you sucked my fingers.”
Akeno’s eyes widened slightly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
“To be honest,” she admitted, “it was my first time. I don’t know why I reacted like that… maybe instinct?”
I was about to respond when a mocking voice cut through the silence.
“Well, well… if it isn’t the bait club. I thought there’d be more of you.”
The voice came from the shadows inside the church. A figure stepped forward, his silver hair catching the moonlight. He wore a long overcoat, and at his side hung a sword. His grin was sly — the kind that promised trouble.
“That’s new,” he said, eyeing me and Akeno. “Didn’t know you had a new member. You devils just keep surprising me.”
He chuckled darkly. “Honestly, I could’ve ambushed you back there, but… a little fanservice never hurts, don’t you think?”
His smirk deepened, and both Akeno and I felt heat creep up our faces.
“You really are devils,” he continued mockingly. “No shame, doing all that right in front of a church. Shame on you.”
But there was no disappointment in his tone — only amusement.
“Who are you?” Akeno demanded, her eyes narrowing. “And where is the stray devil?”
The man laughed — a sharp, grating sound. “A stray devil? Oh no, that was bait. You were meant to meet a stray priest.”
He stepped into the full light, and my stomach dropped.
“Freed,” I muttered.
His grin widened. “Oh? I didn’t know I was that famous.”
Even as he joked, I could feel it — the bloodlust pouring off him in waves.
“I am Freed Sellzen — your doom, little devils!”
He lunged forward, his sword flashing through the dim light. Akeno reacted instantly, releasing a bolt of lightning. The beam crackled toward him, but Freed twisted his blade and parried it with surprising ease.
Akeno frowned, tension in her voice. “What is that sword?”
The weapon pulsed with a strange energy — not demonic, not holy… something in between. Even I could feel its twisted magic.
Freed smirked, holding the blade up. “Oh, this old thing? This is Excalibur.”
Akeno’s eyes widened slightly. “Excalibur? I’ve heard of it… Don’t tell me—”
“Yes,” Freed interrupted with a manic laugh. “You guessed right! Not just any Excalibur — this is Excalibur Rapidly!”
I remembered from the anime — that particular sword could boost the user’s speed dramatically.
Before I could even finish the thought, Freed pulled out another sword.
“And this,” he said with a grin, “is Excalibur Transparency!”
The air shimmered. In an instant, he vanished.
Only his laughter echoed around the ruined church as he struck from nowhere. Akeno barely managed to dodge, but his blade still grazed her arm, drawing blood.
Everything was happening too fast. I couldn’t see him, couldn’t track his movements — but one thing was clear. This guy was a serious threat.
“You can turn invisible, huh?” I said, glancing down at the Omnitrix. “But I have someone who can deal with that.”
I rotated the dial until the right silhouette appeared. Then I slammed my hand down on it.
A burst of green light filled the church — and when it faded, I was no longer human.
Wildmutt stood in my place, muscles rippling beneath orange fur, claws scraping against the stone floor.
Freed was still attacking Akeno when I lunged, my enhanced senses locking onto his position through scent alone. I tackled him mid-swing, throwing him across the room. He crashed through a row of old church benches, splinters flying everywhere.
He scrambled to his feet, shocked. His invisibility failed, revealing his wide-eyed expression.
“What are you?” he hissed. “A dog?”
That word — dog — rubbed me the wrong way. I growled lowly, the sound echoing deep from my chest.
He tried to attack again, but Wildmutt’s instincts took over. I dodged, then used my hind legs to kick him hard in the chest, sending him flying backward again.
“How dare you! I’ll carve you up, mutt!” he yelled, his grin fading into rage.
I tilted my head slightly, a low rumble of amusement escaping me. That only infuriated him more.
“Don’t mock me!” he screamed, stepping forward to strike again. But before he could move, another voice called out from behind him.
“Stand down, Freed.”
The words carried authority.
Freed froze immediately and lowered his blade.
Another man emerged from the shadows — robed like a bishop, wearing glasses and a priest’s hat. His presence was calm but unsettling.
“I see,” he said softly, his eyes landing on me. “So this is the mysterious Sacred Gear of Longinus.”
He adjusted his glasses. “If Kokabiel knew of its existence, he’d lose his mind. Especially knowing that the one who wields it… is the grandson of the legendary traitor exorcist of the Holy Church — one of the Apostles.”
His words made my blood run cold.
Wildmutt couldn’t speak, but my body tensed as he looked straight at me, smiling faintly.
“Forgive me,” he said, bowing slightly. “Where are my manners? I am Valper Galilei.”
Then his smile turned knowing.
“And it’s a pleasure to meet you… Maxwell’s grandson.”
