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The morning had started well
The Port Mafia killed the hunting dogs because Ranpo and Dazai found a way to reverse the vampirism in the infected gangsters and thus the port mafia was able to reorganize its troops and get rid of the enemy.
While the Agency had managed to get rid of its uncommitted crimes and had the government support them thanks to some members of the Guild.
The Port Mafia, the ADA, the Guild and the Government had joined forces and were all trying to stop Fyodor who had escaped from prison with the help of Nikolai.
The four organizations and the two lovers were all in a deserted field of people, vegetation and animals.
Dazai frowned at the front of the counterattack, both demons looked at each other and with a quick movement of Nikolai, Fyodor and Dazai were facing each other. They both smiled showing their best vengeful smiles and two swords were dodged, one where Fyodor's head had been a few minutes ago and another where a few seconds ago the brunette's heart had been.
Fyodor and Dazai walked away from each other smiling.
The two took out their guns and a rain of bullets began to rain on the field, while people took cover from the bullets that they both dodged, which were all of them. Everyone saw how none of the geniuses succumbed to death.
But a sound stopped the fight making Dazai turn his head.
And at the same time everyone looked to the side and could see the Gogol clown who had managed to stab the red-haired mafia executive with a knife.
Fyodor took advantage of Dazai's moment of distraction and cut his throat.
"крысиный сукин сын" Dazai said before he fell to the ground and his blood spread across the ground.
Fyodor smiled at last having achieved the triumph of killing his demon companion
Everyone looked at the brunette's body in surprise, not being able to believe that he had died in that simple way.
Nikolai was knocked down and killed by a gravity ball.
The figure of Nakahara Chuuya had taken its final form, although in truth that was no longer Nakahara Chuuya but Arabahaki. Chuuya, unlike the other times he had used corruption, this time there were no marks on his skin, no blood coming out of his mouth or eyes, only an intimidating aura and a blood-red glow that made the redhead float while his previously blue eyes now they were white
"You sick damn demon, you have no right to kill what doesn't belong to you" Chuuya growled at the Russian.
Fyodor laughed at the redhead "You don't scare me Chuuya-kun"
The laugh that came out of Chuuya's body was not the normal laugh of corruption, it was a laugh filled with superiority knowing all your fears and deepest secrets enjoying your misery. No one could move, everyone was stuck in place watching what was happening in that field.
"Don't say my vessel's name in vain" the executive smiled enjoying the Russian's frown.
Chuuya moved his hand and the Russian's neck was in the redhead's power.
Fyodor tried to free himself from the other's grip, but Chuuya wasn't giving him any chance.
"You should be dead, my skill does not fail" Fyodor sputtered as his neck was squeezed tighter.
The white-eyed being smiled darkly. "Your pathetic skill is no match for the power of a god."
"Impossible, you can't use corruption for more than five minutes" Fyodor argued
The boy laughed amused "That's my ship, you silly demon, I'm a god and I can do whatever I want like end your pathetic, insignificant life."
"Say hello to your worst nightmare, Arahabaki." The god of calamity transported Fyodor with a snap of his fingers to a world where Fyodor would see and be tortured by his worst fears eternally.
The god turned around looking at the entire group of people and snapped his fingers making everyone come back to life, as they looked like statues.
Everyone watched as the god of calamity, the legendary Arahabaki, floated up to Dazai's body and, levitating him with his gravity, placed him in his arms.
He put his forehead together and whispering some words that no one could understand, he left the brunette's body on the ground again, took out a knife and drew a bleeding pentacle on the brunette's chest.
"No" Atsushi shouted when he saw the bleeding drawing on the cold body of his mentor, but the boy was ignored by the god.
Arahabaki cut the tip of his finger and with his blood-stained finger he drew above the pentacle, symbols that no one, not even Ranpo, could decipher their meaning.
The brunette's body began to glow red and Dazai opened his eyes with his back rising as if he had a spring and coughing into the palm of his hand.
Everyone looked at the revived nullifier in surprise.
Arahabaki gave the brunette a handkerchief and he used it to deposit the blood that was left in his lungs.
"Thank you," Dazai said, blinking twice at his partner who wasn't his partner.
The brunette frowned "You're not Chuuya."
Arahabaki smiled at the detective "No, I'm the god who gives your dear redhead so much trouble."
While Dazai blinked, he looked around in surprise, seeing everyone looking in silence, afraid to move in case the god eliminated them.
"How come you're not dead?" Dazai asked.
"We should ask you that" Mori shouted
Arabahaki gave Mori a dead look making the mafia boss hide behind Fukuzawa in fear.
Dazai ignored that.
"I am a god, I cannot die" Arahabaki smiled at the detective
"And chibi?" Dazai asked worriedly.
"Or yes, Chuuya can die, but not right now, his body is currently being possessed by me which gives me the power to keep his mortal body alive thanks to my divine powers" Arahabaki said simply.
Dazai nodded, not knowing what to do with this new information that was provided to him.
"Now we have matters to take care of" Arahabaki said and then ignored everyone and grabbed the brunette in the wedding carriage.
"Ah! Arahabakin" Dazai said surprised at being picked up so suddenly.
Arahabaki ignored the brunette's demands to put him down and used gravity to get to the apartment that Dazai and Chuuya shared faster.
He went through the door with a portal and arrived at the bedroom where he threw them both on the bed and levitated some soft blankets to cover them both with them.
"By the way," Dazai said after finding himself entangled in a pile of hugs in the redhead's arms.
"Why do I have a pentacle on my chest?" He said pointing to said drawing
"Because you are mine" Arahabaki smiled simply and hugged the brunette again.
Dazai frowned at the god.
"I did a ritual to revive you and also marked you as mine" Arahabaki shrugged.
"Arahabaki," Dazai groaned in frustration.
The god looked at the brunette
"What? You can call me your dog, but I can't mark you as mine? That doesn't seem fair to me." Arahabaki crossed his arms.
Dazai groaned in frustration.
"Did you need a drawing with my blood on my chest to mark me as yours?" Dazai said looking angrily at the other.
"Yes" Arahabaki
"You're the worst" Dazai frowned at him.
"I know babe" Arahabaki winked at him before returning control to Chuuya.
The executive saw Dazai looking at him and having seen everything that Arahabaki did when he possessed his body, he pounced on the brunette, throwing him to the bed and biting his neck so hard that he left a mark.
"Chuuya!" Dazai screamed at the sudden mistreatment of his neck.
Chuuya grabbed the brunette's face and said "Arabahaki is not the only one who can make a mark on you to remind you who you belong to."
"Fucking possessive shit" Dazai said looking at the smiling redhead.
"You love us" Chuuya said
"Unfortunately," Dazai responded and they both shared a sweet kiss.
"Now let's enjoy the time before they come looking for answers" Chuuya said in a low but seductive tone and Dazai's body felt a shiver of anticipation.
Chuuya smiled "I will completely mark you as mine tonight darling"
Dazai smiled and kissed him again "Chuuya knows how to make me happy."
Chuuya smiled and bit the other's lip.
"Of course darling."