Making breakfast for Yennifer was something Raven had done in the past. He did feel sore all around his body but that was just how she was. A faint reflection on the window that showed a huge bite mark on Raven's neck, along with some scratch marks over his back. A sleepy Yennifer stepped out.

  "Good morning, my bird."

  "Your morning breakfast. Banana chocolate milkshake, some pancakes with some orc meat." Raven said, parking a cigarette to his lips.

  "Do you think I'll conceive again?"

  "From what I understand it doesn't work because we're not in your natural realm. That and your vigor's a lot more stronger than I remember." Yennifer blushed to those words as she thought about it. Her cheeks turning red from remembering what happened last night. They were still husband and wife.

  "Shall we take a bath together?"

  "No. I got work. You got work. We can't be late." Raven said as he went over to take a shower while Yennifer ate her meal. Before leaving though Pridelands, Raven prepared his 100 pull.

  This was better. He'd have more allies to work with as the door opened up. The R allies were present with Lowell who would be bringing them out along with the other named allies but the new ones? That was going to be where the glow was going to change.

  Iron Justice SR ALLY

  Iron Puma

  A hero who was among the lower ranks.

  Vanguard Operator SR Ally

  Griswald.

  Attack Operator from Huxley Tradings.

  Armed with an assault rifle and a pistol.

  Dead Flowers Swordsman Sr ALLY

  Disciples of Dead Flower Orchid.

  Misha's Disciples x 10

  They are Misha's only 10 disciples who fight with sheer mounts of strength.

  Always given the task of annihilating enemy forces or enemy Sects.

  Sword Saint's Husband SSR Ally

  Knights of White Lion x 50.

  They served Raven, Yennifer and now serving Ciara.

  Following Raven and Yennifer's teachings.

  A Most Evil Being SSR ALLY

  Deep Down.

  An eldritch that lurks in the waters.

  the one who protects the oceans from those that wish harm upon it.

  He is an eldritch that prefers to maintain his own self.

  Durandal Section 1 SSR Ally

  Jizel

  Vice-Chief of Durandal Section 1

  A Durandal who handles enemies in a direct confrontation.

  Scorpio SSR Ally

  Garm

  The Commander of the Ill-Fated Valiant Squad Valor

  He was the Valiant who issued orders for Valor while Vesper would execute the orders.

  "Take your time to get used to things here. Garm. It's been a while, sir." Garm's face plate slid to the side. The R allies headed out to Lowell to get things sorted out for them.

  "Good to see you Scorpio." Raven turned to the man wearing glasses with his messy hair. Noticing the woman clad in Durandal armor. The man wearing a

  "Abyss. You going to work me to the bone again?"

  "Sorry, Stevenson. I need an expert. You'll be paid of course and accommodations will be made."

  "Fine by me. But... Why are you glowing?" Raven turned his hands that began to glow. Some of them knew what was going to happen but it wasn't something that they could stop.

  "Really? Another FU--" A bright light began to envelop the area. Raven was gone. Then Yennifer stepped out of the house, glancing at her White Lion Knights who were clad from head to toe in armor.

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  "My Lady!" They knelt before Yennifer who stopped them.

  "I suppose my husband went missing again. Now let us go meet Lowell so we can sort these matters out." Yennifer sighed as she led them to Lowell's side, hearing Raven going missing again was annoying. They made sure that if people asked, it would be due to Raven's Mirror Of Possibility.

  "I'll take...Man-Eating Mongrel." In that moment Raven's clothes faded away, forming into the Persona of the Man-Eating Mongrel. A hooded shirt with a duster over his body. Behind his hip were 2011 pistols with machete length blades beneath. He could pick out the others but his skills with pistols and bayonets have gone rusty. Too often he was using swords and not even touching a pistol. Raven's hair was shorter. A classic slick back haircut. Though he might just grow out his hair for the hell of it.

  "Welcome to Erraros." Those words echoed in his ears as Raven found himself inside of a castle. Seeing the typical plump king with his beautiful wife and daughter. The dumbfounded others who were confused as to what had happened. Guards by the entrance and nobles to the side with their knights. This was a typical fantasy setting which Raven was somewhat familiar with. Thanks to some of his Personas being summoned this way. He got the gist of it.

  "Welcome, great heroes! We called you here because you all were chosen by God Marceas!" The King announced proudly. Yeah. That's according to the script. As the other people who were summoned here prepared to ask questions, Raven was just seen lighting his cigarette.

  "Have some respect! You are here as a guest! You shouldn't be smoking in front of the k-" Raven drew his gunblade, peeling the guard's armor off his body. Revealing his polka dot underwear.

  "Now now! Let's not be hasty!" The King spoke as Raven puffed out the smoke from his lips. His tired eyes reaching the king's. IN that brief moment, Raven could feel the strong sensation of death that lurked by the king's side. The unpleasant scent he got.

  "You are here as heroes summoned by the true God Marceas! You all have great power within you! But..." A glance at Raven who just seemed bored at this.

  "Are you bored, hero?" No answer from Raven. Marceas. I remember butchering him over and over again. It was because Marceas only believed in purity that humans had not in the others. His followers may be following the same logic. Raven had to brace himself because he may just start killing if push came to shove.

  "Why don't we bring you some entertainment?" That so called entertainment were male and female slaves. Non-humans who were brought here. Nothing in their eyes. They had nothing and Raven had to let out a sigh that was deeper than the earth's center.

  "Don't you like them?" Raven felt mana and aura surrounding a wall to his right. Judging from what's going to happen. It's bound to be a rescue mission. This was perfect, it'd be his chance to leave. The wall exploded, as orcs, goblins, beastkin and a few dragon newts dashed in. As the guards were readying to fight, Raven fired his pistols at them. Blowing their heads and clearing the way. An elf glanced at him.

  "Get them out of here." The smoke that covered them was gone but as the knights and guards went in, Raven did the same. Singular swings of the gunblade that splashed blood over his face as he began to chuckle. Whistling loudly a joyous tune as he gunned down a few guards. A spear grazed his cheek with the guard's eyes meeting with his. Piercing the cheek with his gunblade, Raven kept on firing. Swinging the magazines away as they got the non-humans had completed rescuing their kin. He pulled the pins out of his concussion grenades. Throwing it at them as he went over to a few wyverns that were being ridden by the non-humans.

  "Mind if I hitched a ride?"

  "But... Why?"

  "I hate humans." Raven said as the elf from earlier offered his hand, pulling Raven onboard as they flew away. Archers knocked arrows off their bows, only for Raven to gun them down with a pistol. Swapping magazines fast as he provided cover for the others. When they were clear, they flew into the larger forest. Raven could see wyverns flying freely in the sky, including birds and the like. Beautiful blue skies, a fortress that was in the center where the Elven Tree was present.

  "When we arrive. We'll have to put you in cuffs... I'm sorry but.."

  "It's fine. I'm dangerous anyway." Raven said as they landed in the middle of the fortress. The dragon newts placed their cuffs on him. The non-humans were terrified of him, but soon they all began kneeling.

  "Your Majesty!" His gaze met with the one they called Her Majesty. Their ruler, a beautiful elf with blonde hair. Skin smoother than silk, a gaze that could make an eldritch jealous but what struck out the most was the pendant. That... It can't be right? It can't be her. She didn't look this young when I last saw her. And... She looks thinner than I remember. Did she lose weight? Would it be wrong if I said she lost weight?. Shit, Raven. This isn't the time to think about that. THE PENDANT. FOCUS ON THE PENDANT. WHY DOES SHE HAVE THAT PENDANT!? AND WHERE THE HELL IS HER SCAR!?

  "Aurae?"

  "How do you know that name?! Aurae is the name of my mother! I am Sylia!"

  "Sylia Virqen?" IN that moment Raven had blades to his neck, it was alarming the rest of them. Bloodlust slipped into the air as they were all ready to kill him on the spot.

  "What's the commotion?" Golden hair. Check. Distinct full figure? Check. Scar over her right neck? Check. The last thing she needed to say was one word. The one word that would prove she is Aurae.

  "Aurae Virqen." He called to her tenderly as the elf took a step closer.

  "Mother, please wait! He's dangerous!" She ignored her child's cry as she held Raven's cheeks. Tears in her eyes, making contact with Raven's skin with her forehead.

  "My nightingale..." Those words had caused confusion as the non-humans lowered their weapons. Seeing the former ruler act this way. Tenderly holding Raven's hand, who just glanced at Sylia. Nightingale. Check.

  "So Sylia's my daughter or..."

  "Yes. You have 4 sons and 2 daughters. Also 4 grand children. Sylia's the youngest but because your other children are more talented at fighting and her as the Queen. It was better. She's unmarried yet... Despite my pleas." Raven just chuckled.

  "Mother, why are you..."

  "I can't believe you're telling our daughter about marriage. Don't get married until you find the one."

  "This man is my husband. In other words. Your father."

  "Father?! Wasn't he supposed to be a high elf?" The revelation alone was enough to send everyone into panic.

  "Yes. The unnamed High Elf. I called him my nightingale. His life was what gave us the Elven Tree." Then Raven broke the cuffs, stretching his neck as he glanced at Aurae. Turning to the slaves.

  "Can you do something for them?"

  "No... We can't. We don't have the power..." Raven let out a sigh.

  "Break The Chains, Rip It In Place, Dimensional Gloves, Minor Healing Potions and Minor Mana Potions. Save Abyss Weapon set." Just like that a pair of gloves appeared on Raven's hands. Followed by two crates of potions. Raven turned to the slaves as they see collars shatter in an instant. Followed by Raven placing his hands over their heads. Tearing through the slave contract spell, leaving the owners of the contract in a state of pain. Pouring potions over them to heal their wounds. Raven's nose began to bleed as his eyes teared up blood. Coughing out blood as he continued with the process for the many slaves that had been rescued.

  "Nightingale... Don't strain yourself!"

  "They're your people. They're my daughter's subjects. I wasn't a good king when I was here. I could barely do much until the end of our lives. I couldn't even spend time with my own children who have grown so well. This is the least I can do." Raven continued as he spat out the blood form his lips. It was done, their eyes turned to Raven who just let out a sigh.

  "How are you feeling?"

  "That I just want to murder every single human in my sight. That I want to tear them limb from limb..... Karma shop. Open the ally section."

  "Come to me. My Claws." In an instant humans clad in armor were kneeling around Raven in a circle. Bloodied seals on their armor. They only breathed in Raven's presence not a single word to be uttered by them at all. The Sharpened Claws had lighter armor with a focus on their gauntlets being razor sharp. Shielding Claws were the heavies that carried shields that had javelins mounted on it. The Devoted Claws only carried sickles with their sleek body fitting armors. The Fanatic Claws wore bulky armors wielding scythes in their hands.

  "We greet The One Who Rips." They chorused.

  "It has been a long time. My friends." They raised their heads,their eyes meeting Raven's.

  "Take off your helmets." They did as what they were told, tearing up with weakened smiles to see their leader. The One Who Rips standing, despite the changed appearance.

  "I wish we met in better circumstances... But it may be time for another purge. This time we'll be doing it against humans. If you disagree. You are free to walk away." Hearing those words. They put on their helmets once more, banging their chest three times. A sign that meant that they were willing.

  "These people around us. They are allies. People we must protect. If possible. I want to bring you all to my world too. Some people decided to harm children." With those words alone the bloodlust that the non-humans had? It was like a drop in an ocean. Compared to Raven's Claws who were like maddened beasts that have been starved of its food for far too long.

  "Sylia." Sylia flinched to those words as Raven patted her head.

  "Let your father be the greatest monster the world has ever seen. So they know that all it took was for them summoning the wrong hero. So they won't do something stupid like that ever again. Where's your military strategist?"

  "That would be me." An elf with blue hair spoke, kneeling before Raven.

  "Spies and intelligence?" Incubi and Succubi knelt before Raven, with documents in hand.

  "Get your advisor to write me everything that has happened in the last... Aurae, how many years was I gone?"

  "3 thousand, my nightingale."

  "Get me books and everything you have on the nations around us. The nations that actively take our people as slaves. We don't do slavery. We just do wholesale slaughter." The horns sounded.

  "A massive human invasion force from the Drednia Kingdom is making its way here! Ten thousand of them!"

  "Perfect. Have your army stay behind. Just let my Claws and myself do the rest." Raven said as he glanced to an elven child who was trembling, holding her father's hand tightly.

  "The things they have done to them are unforgivable. My Claws... What shall we do?"

  "Purge our foes!" The Claws roared with joy as they steeled themselves for the upcoming fight. Making their way to where the threats had been called. Raven kissed Aurae's cheek and a hug for Sylia.

  "I'm going to show what three thousand years of payback looks like." Putting his duster over Aurae's shoulders where she blushed.

  "Be safe, my nightingale."

  "Not to worry, My Evergreen. The only blood that's going to be spilled are those fools from Drednia." His confidence and charisma oozed out as he had a grin on his face. Taking off his hooded shirt, where they could see the scars and tattoos. A Devoted Claw brought forth a white shirt for Raven to wear, a Fanatical Claw brought a white cloak for Raven to wear. Embedded with wax seals of the country they fought for once. It was the first step. Repelling an army this size shouldn't be an issue.