"True, the beast and gods are personifications of concepts. But there is a major difference between them. They make up, gods come from stories and beliefs. They are born from it, and stories are born from them. They are tied to these stories, their strengths, their weaknesses. tied to the stories carved into the fabric of their divinity."
Sam rested his throat for a moment," The beast is different. It is unbound from any rules other than the pure fact. It is lust, the sin of lust. lust that harms and takes from all it can reach. Even its personality is like that."
"The sun god Apollo, his skin is a golden bronze, his hair golden blond. shining like the sun, he is playful like a summer day but fierce as blazing sun. Under the light of the sun, he plays heals and does archery."
"The beast will inflict lust, driving people near mad. Then it will feed on that lust; from what I can tell, it'll do everything to accomplish this. It only does things that bring it closer to this goal; it's hostile to me. probably because I've become its warden, or maybe it is presently hostile to everything. Back to your original question. How are they different in combat? One can die by definition; the other can not."
"I know enough about gods that death to them doesn't really fit a mortal definition," Sam stated. She wasn't wrong, but the beast went after lust. not just the lust of our world. across stars, a near infinite source of power, even though it's imprisoned. even though it's been imprisoned for far longer than either of us could comprehend."
Despite all that time, its goal has remained the same; actions haven't changed. Even if you manage to dispel its physical form, you have only brought yourself a time to breathe. cause it will come back, it is truly a constant in creation, even though you never knew of it escaintce you knew the dangers of lust, even asexual repoducing specaisl can fall under it;s sway." Sam took a long breath before he spoke the next words. " i know i can kill a deity, i've fought and played with them, but the beast of lust. I see absolutely zero chance of a decisive victory other than sealing it again, no limit to its regeneration, and its power. It's unkillable to my definition of death."
"the kitsuni sighed, resteed her head against the desk. "what a bizarre and danoure thing that has shown itself to my land. " lifting her head the preditore lock it's gaze home him," so what should we do about tat?" Sam bared his teeth, "well the first matter is that it's praobly going to lose interest in you when i head off."
"I'd rather take precaution but never use them than be caught off guard again." Now Sam was smiling, "You are truly wise. For preparation, I can tell you how to prevent the pocket dimnensions overlaping again, the beast usually attacks by way of puppets or infecting lust upon people, the latter are technically simply dealt with, though it seems to possess a large collection of types. " he'd have to start keeping note of that, if nothing else to keep track of the hundreds of types it probably had.
"Inflicting lust, how do we deal with that? What danger should we be expecting?" Sam bit his lip, "I can directly affect the lust energy. I've asked my witch teacher to look into the energy. So she'll have some results this decade, I believe."
"Oh, good!" the kitsune smiled, her tails flickering. Now, about the defense against the pocket dimension movement." Sam explained that it was initially setting up a way to detect pocket spaces on such a large scale. But such a thing was very complicated and energy intensive, at least twice the energy to run a city, that before for a relatively small city, less than 10,000 people." Oh, by the drums of ridon." sighing, she knew ignoring this would solve anything, instead she put in a meeting for the chief of energy for the yokai settlement.
She continued to make a list as Sam relied on the knowledge the helper was giving him. It took two hours of non-stop speaking for them to get the basics. "This is clearly a large-scale project. But it's either this or getting attacked again." This was a final and simple reason to her." The question is, how do I convince the other and the populace?" She probably couldn't get away with saying ancient monster. "Well, I can definitely have this applied to the defense budget."
As she planned her course of action, Sam refreshed himself, looking at the course of his target. Just having the ability to detect the method personally was a must. It's probably a sub-technique of spatial awareness. can't be too different from tearing open a portal in space.' Smiling, he focused back on the conversation. It felt like way too long, but some of the concepts needed were very advanced.
"Ugh, I'm going to have to get so many people on this soon, won't I?" Sam said yes to the question. When you get it done. Call me when it's ready. I'd like to purchase the tech for my own use."
"Sure, we'll see what we can do?" She didn't ask about money or if he'd even be around. None of them knew the answer, but they'd write it down, and in a few years, they would probably talk again.
Today, the officials of this Yokai City and Sam's group had dinner together, making up for the ruined ball. This time, they got through it without any interruptions. The next morning, they would return their focus to Sam's wacky finances. Sam wanted the money he was now getting from the company to be moving. Daniel knew enough about finances that sitting on money wasn't the best idea, anyway. Sam has now donated to five different large-scale charities.
"Well, that one thing taken care of, finish up my finances, and then we should be able to head home." Returning to the hotel, they had originally stayed out the next day, meeting to confirm the terms of the updated agreements. Then, I went to the bank to make sure the accounts were right. retrieving something the young lord had in a safe, then packing up the many things to be transported.
They sent that plane on its way first, before climbing on themselves. Hopefully, it would arrive first; they were planning to have someone unpack and move the items into a storage facility. a rather high grade one that would be able to deal with one of the possible curses or powers the items they held.
"The police are holding us up." Sam looked up, then looked at the cops standing a good distance from them. "What do the police want?" his mother sighed," Apparently, they make extra sure we didn't bring anything dangerous into the country."
"There are a katana and other weapons, we informed people that they were bringing dangerous objects. Why the hold up?" She didn't have an answer; they were double-checking, is what they told her. Alright, let's get some food, I guess."
Even after a nice set of sandwiches, the police still weren't done. A smoothie later, Sam decided something was going on, so he went out to talk to them. not the firm but polite officer who told him to wait. "This has gone on for longer than the amount of time it should have taken. I want to see what the holdup is." They still tried to get Sam to go back, without even trying to negotiate.
That smelled like smoke, so Sam was going to find the fire. dragging his foot against the ground in a peculiar motion," I won't break anything." Whipping around, he shot at the window, despite it being a special reinforced glass to withstand bombs and high-powered magic. But even still, it was a shattered moment after coming into contact with Sam's soul.
"AH!" turning into a flip, he landed against the concrete, hopping and quickly tossing off his destroyed shoe. "Fuciking curse." He took off in the direction that he knew his stuff was supposed to be checked out. As he dashed, he sensed it.
"holy power!?" and not in the way that analyzed. "Are they trying to cleanse my shit?!" making a line for the holy energy, he didn't slow down at the sight of the door. only challenging enough demonic power to slash through the metal door.
If there hadn't been anti-demonic wards on the door." AH!" The sudden pulse of energy pushed the raven back. "Okay, so this was planned!" Instead of drawing more demon energy, he reached out. "Come!" It took a moment for his sword to arrive in his hand. "Ha!" he slashed through the door. Kicking into the carved in metal, he marched into the room. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He threw his sword into the gathering of purifying power. causing it to shower.
snahcing it out of the air, he landed among his things, thankfully, none of it appeared purified. " Now what are you- oh fuck it, you people!" he recognized the rosary crest on their clothing. It was a religious group that had beef with Sam.
"Great, not this again. Can I get a restraining order, or get the cops on them?" Rushing forward, he shoulder tackled one of them, immediately smacking the one next to him. breaking the jawbone, he didn't use more than that kind of force as he struck down the next two. throwing out his ribbion, wrapping it around the wrist of the fool who tried to pull a low-caliber gun on him. hooking the ribbon under his shoulder, the raven violently twisted, pulling him off balance.
leaping across the hangar, he kicked the man straight in the face. snatching the gun out of his hand, breaking a few fingers. "You know, I think after the last time I encountered your cult, you would leave me the fuck alone!" Sighing, he pointed and wrote a run into the air. before shooting bullets through it. causes glowing bullets to burst through the ceiling before exploding into fireworks, large and beautiful ones.
"Now then, let's get you ready for the cop! hA!!" jumping into the air, he brought his sword over his shoulder, ready to bring hell! "This is the police weapons on the ground, hands in the air."
Looking at the heavily armed many, the tank rolling into the hangar...." I don't feel like slicing a tank today." Setting his sword into the ground, he raised his hands." Hey, what's this shit about?"
he didn't get an answer as he was cuffed, but the cultist were screaming about betrayal. ' seeing his mother arrive with her hammed resting o her shoulder, "i think I've become part of a sting operation." he smiled," can take care of the items they brought? i want to make sure they hadn't gotten ride of the power on some of the items or dmanged anything." she nodded." I'll get your father to call the lawyer again."
Smiling Sam let himself be loaded into the back of the car, staying quiet until his layer arrived. "Are you ready to talk then?" the cop asked. "Sure, if you tell me what you're all doing with that mother fucking cult?"
"we-." Sam cut him off, his eyes dark." Don't try that, their mode of operation is to ally themself with someone within the local enforcement. I think this is the first time the law enforcement turned on them before I ever encountered them, so what are you planning? After treating me as some bait? I dearly hope you know what you are messing with!"
"Yeah, they've told us about you. We've received reports about you, the many names you have. the many things you've done. but don't get cocky." Sam snorted," I think you're the one who is getting cocky. If you think the armed men outside the door, the pistol on your side, the knife in your boot. The runes engraved in this room are enough to stop me from leaving if I decide this is a waste of my time!"
"You dare threaten the police," Sam laughed," your arrogance is astounding. thinking you're the biggest fish I've ever barre my teeth out, taking bites out of, or even slaughtered. If you know my history, then you know what I'm capable of doing when I put my mind to it. I know the police have already been informed of the danger I am in. So what on Earth are you doing?"
"About to lose his job," a large man marched into the room. shooting the officer a look. The man tensed, but didn't back down. "It's clear something up first, what's the relationship with this cult?"
"I despise them, their original leader 100-200 years ago was a creep who tried to take me as their bride, mind you, this was when I was looking like 10, 9 maybe. Anyway, I wasn't interested, so when they tried to force it, I beat their ass."
"I see, what was their name?"
"I haven't the faintest clue, I don't even remember their gender." That caused them to pause and ask if that was why he was referring to the cult leader as they. pausing to think about Sam had a soso motion. He really had no idea, 'I know the taste of their blood. But I don't think that holds up in court. Would that part even make it to court? I don't know if they're alive.' Sam can recall stabbing someone through the heart.
Medical technology was impressive in this day; if not too much time hadn't passed, you could heal some grievous injuries. How long that person could last with his heart pierced, Sam hadn't the first clue. He's met so many people with life-saving shit; his own abilities were a great example.
With some information Sam handed over, they had a trial to find the crimes of the cult. Like the fact that they had a habit of kidnapping children, one of the reasons he had beef with this cult. They also offered up their own children, which was another problem. It was amazing that the cult had the numbers it did.
While they were searching through that, Sam went home. He had a storage situation to look through; thankfully, none of his things were damaged by the cult's attacks. more a result of the toughness of the items. The police set a watch on him so he didn't try to leave the island.
not that most of them had the ability to stop him, if he had any interest in avoiding them.