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France
–Magdaran Bael–
Despite his decision to follow the Fallen into what was obviously the entrance to a pocket dimension, he was not foolish enough to go without any safeguard, Technically, his strength alone was a big deterrent, but he was paranoid enough to make sure that he looked inward and found no concept that could indicate his mental faculties being compromised, not by an outside source anyway.
The slight depression and loneliness he could feel were entirely his own.
Even with that, he was ready to just destroy everything around him, and with his speed these days, he could unleash his normal Power of Destruction, read the situation and any concepts around him, then systematically break down those concepts before fleeing the area, all in less than a second. Sure, there were other beings who could do that as well, but to truly be a threat to him, they would have to have Holy Light with purity and strength that was only afforded to the Archangels. From his research, the Fallen had their Light, but they didn’t have their Holy element anymore, which meant that not even Azazel’s Light would be as dangerous to him as the Holy Light from one of the Four Archangels, despite both of them having the same number of wings.
He was tense, high strung, and coiled to just erase everything in sight when he passed the entrance of the pocket dimension and arrived at what was clearly a waiting room, with the blonde Fallen just waiting for him with an easy-going grin on his face and his hands in his pockets.
Taking in the sight in front of him, he found himself incapable of movement or speech as he looked at the tacky, glowing sign right behind the person who took people’s names and told them about the wait times.
“Oppai Clubs”
It was even decorated with insignia about the major characters in Norse mythology. He could spot Gungnir, Mjolnir, and even the Valkyrie, in the form of miniature attachments to the big sign. Aside from that, the waiting room was full of people. People in the form of Fallen Angels, Demi gods of some sort, Youkai, Devils, vampires, and more. All these races, most of them in conflict with each other, sitting side by side, waiting for their turn?
What the fuck?!
The blonde walked up to him, his face set in a smug smirk as if his reaction was exactly the one he was expecting. He snapped out of it as he memorised the entire sight, to research once he was out of here. He had never expected something like this to exist, let alone work as a multi faction meeting point without getting in the News or being destroyed due to the inevitable conflict between all these people.
The Devil was high class, the Youkai were powerful, the Fallen was roughly Mid Class, the Vampires even weaker, and yet, none of them looked at each other with scowls, as if people weaker than them breathing the same air as them did not offend them.
Was that door a portal to an alternate Bizarro world?
“So, like what you see?” He took a breath before turning to the Fallen, whose wings were out now, he noted, which made sense, this was clearly a club that catered to the Supernatural. Also, since this was likely owned and operated by the Norse, the threat of Thor and Odin, two beings in the Top Ten strongest beings in the world, pasting you if you did something likely kept the club operating. Even so, he knew just how volatile and suicidal most of the supernatural world was.
Even the threat of death was nothing in the face of attaining glory for many supernatural creatures. This meant this place was not open to all. Likely an invite based entry system, which was the only way all of this made sense.
And he was proven right, when the blonde handed him a glowing coaster of sorts, “A Guest Hall Pass. Behave, and you might get a permanent one. Now, follow me.” The man then turned around and walked to yet another wall, right next to the actual Valkyrie who was being used as a receptionist.
She glanced at him but didn’t otherwise comment as he followed Azazwel through the wall once more. This time, he could easily sense the magic placed on the wall as he passed through yet another portal that likely took them to a whole other pocket dimension. Probably for security reasons, that lobby was a whole other space than this one.
What were the chances that he was on the lookout for someone who could easily create such pocket dimensions, capable of self sustenance, and he found himself being ambushed and then invited to a series of pocket dimensions that felt so advanced they might as well have been natural?
As soon as he entered the actual club, his eyes narrowed as he took on the sights in front of him, his neck on a swivel. Not just that, his senses were bombarded with energy signatures he never expected to see at one place, without the entire place being lit up with desperate attacks with the intent to kill, flooding the entire place.
It was not just the customers who surprised him, but the staff as well. Jotnar bartenders, human cooks visible from the open door, Aesir staff. And then there were them.
Strippers. In all flavours.
Fallen. Human. Jotnar. Dwarven?!
No Valkyrie, though, which made sense since they were all trained keeping in mind a fierce sense of combat and glory. This was none of that, not that he was shaming the profession.
“Keep up,” The blonde tapped his chest with his knuckles, the gesture so utterly foreign to him that he blinked in confusion and followed the man, his neck on a swivel as he saw amazing stuff happening.
The Jotnar bartender using his breath to cool the drinks. The Fallen using her wings to swat away the approaching hands with a playful gaze. The Aesir snapping his fingers, casting Runes and Norse magic, using it to wait at a table that had figures that had what he felt was a bottomless well of energy.
That fact made him snap out of his reverie, his whimsy at finding this place evaporating as he looked at that specific table, finding dozens of women surrounding the booth from all angles, making it hard to see exactly who it was, only for his gaze to fall upon a silver glint. Howling laughter echoed all around him as he narrowed his eyes, waiting for the woman’s leg to move, before he realised what it was.
With widened eyes, his legs suddenly gained speed as he realised just who that energy well was, and how he was here on a temporary Hall pass, now walking much closer to the blonde Fallen, as they passed almost all of the club, though he could spy stairs going both up and down as well so who knew how big this place really was.
Mjolnir. Thor.
His heart thudded in his chest as he realised in a place with a being who was more akin to a Walking Calamity, someone who could probably fight Sirzechs to a standstill, even if the Satan was in his True Form.
Just where had he come?!
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As they sat in one of the empty booths, the noise all around them suddenly cut off, as the table itself glowed faintly with runes.
Ofcourse. Runes. The specialty of the Norse, more specifically, of Odin.
“So,” The blonde began and tapped the table a few times, a subtle pulse of magic being sent somewhere every time he did that, “What brings an entirely unknown Devil in the middle of Europe, all by himself, looking outside the window with a sad gaze? Lady problems?”
A moment later, an entire tray full of food appeared on the table, which meant the earlier magical pings were just the Fallen ordering food off a menu he could not see.
Playing along for now, he chuckled, taking the offered alcohol, “No. You have to have a lady in your life to have Lady problems.”
“Really? A devil of your stature? Without a Lady? I find that hard to believe.”
“It is true.”
Then, he took a sip of the alcohol, his eyes widening as he felt a kick from it. He looked up to see the blonde grinning at him, “Like it? That is no normal alcohol. It has been aged for over a thousand years. Here, you can order some, on me.” The blonde waved his hand, as the table glowed slightly before a hologram appeared in front of him.
It was exactly like a generic restaurant menu where they forced you to scan QR codes, only this one was magical and was more akin to a touch screen than a normal screen. He took in all the items on the menu.
Thousand year old Wine.
Dwarven Ale.
Light Elf Honey.
Jotnar Ice cream.
And more such ridiculous items, with equally ridiculous descriptions.
He took in one more sip, making sure to pace himself because this thing really was capable of making even someone like him drunk. Sure, a slight flex of his power would erase the alcohol from his system, but he would like to experience this. Plus, this place was frequented by everyone and had the active presence of someone like Thor.
Strangely, despite being outnumbered in both numbers and most definitely in power, he did not feel as threatened as he should. To someone on Thor’s level and with his combat experience, he was most definitely not a threat. Also, this place likely had a code of conduct enforced, which further reduced his fears of being ambushed.
He tried to enter into other tabs, which were blurred out, but every time he did so, the entire hologram glowed a bright red before dimming back to its golden tint. Ofcourse, it was Golden.
The Norse and their obsession with everything Gold.
“Sorry, buddy, but that’s members only.” The blonde idly commented, already on the second glass of the same drink he was having. If nothing else, the Blonde had some serious alcohol tolerance, which made sense since he seemed to be a regular here.
It was a certainty that not just anyone could bring a guest with them. There must be tiers of membership in this place.
With his curiosity satisfied and increased in equal measure, he dismissed the hologram and leaned back into the booth, enjoying his drink as he looked all around, taking in the sight of a Dwarf, A Fallen, and a Devil all dancing on the dance floor, clearly drunk out of their minds.
He snorted at the absolutely generic joke that flashed in his mind.
A Dwarf, A Fallen, and a Devil walked into a bar……