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xXx Cool Me Down xXx
xXx Ch. 01: One Flew Over xXx

A blonde woman's face creased in a massive frown upon noticing that she had arrived much too late to save the life of the informant she had been tasked with locating and keeping alive. On the plus side, she now had a fairly good idea what the intel would have been as she recognized the stray exorcist who was responsible for killing her informant and knew who he answered to. That is one of many, many perks of being a Pure Angel who is on friendly terms with Azazel, the Governor General of the Grigori.

Of course, calling Raziel a "Pure" angel is questionable, because while the feathers of her wings are still as white as the day she was created, she is one of three angels who could be considered the Spec Ops Division of Heaven, with the others being Raguel, the Angel of Vengeance and Azrael, the Angel of Death. Raziel's inclusion in that trio is because she is the Angel of Secrets & Mysteries.

Those with pure and just reasons to keep secrets from others would do well to call on Raziel's assistance. Those who would conceal something from others in hope of causing them harm, or who would reveal the secrets of others to inflict that same harm, would invoke her wrath. It is understandable then, that Raziel has rather mixed feelings about both Albus Dumbledore, and Severus Snape, as both men had highly ambiguous reasons for keeping their assorted secrets… Oh, and that's another thing, for approximately the last two decades, Raziel has been living the life of Rowan Euphemia Potter, the Girl Who Lived and Ultimately Won.

Raziel didn't even need to watch the battle to know that the young devil would win, as she already knew the boy had a Knight piece and therefore had a body which was adapted to high speed movement, whereas the wielder of Excalibur Rapidly would not have any of those adaptations, even if they are capable of reaching those same impossible speeds. That was why she began heading back to where she was going to be living during this mission, as she still had to repair the damage that it had incurred during a previous battle.

As she followed the two young exorcists through the town, Raziel couldn't help but be a tiny bit annoyed with them. Both had clearly noticed the repairs she had made to the church while they were asleep, however neither one of them tried to explain it any further than to classify it as a miracle. Their behavior annoyed Raziel because it was akin to calling an unexplained flash of light in the sky a flying saucer. Raziel continued following these two girls in silence instead of revealing her presence and scaring the crap out of who knows how many muggles by pulling the hood off her Cloak of Invisibility.

Fortunately the girl with chestnut colored hair, one Shidou Irina, was from this town, so they didn't actually take all that long to find the school that acted as a front for the two Devil Peerages in that preside over this town. From there it took only about five minutes before one of the King from one of those two peerages approached them.

Almost as soon as the emissaries from the church had entered the Student Council Room at this school, the president, who was also the aforementioned King, pointed at a fully prepared chess set and said, "I trust one of you knows how to play?"

Both of the exorcists glanced at each other in confusion, even as Raziel contemplated and then dismissed the notion of animating the chessmen. That enchantment was as much charmswork as it was transfiguration, and one had to be a master of both disciplines to get it the animated artefact to behave in a predictable manner. Raziel could accomplish the stunt, but only with far more time than she'd have here and now.

"Yes, I do." the blue haired girl admitted.

"Good, I find a game of chess helps break the ice as it were," Sona Sitri informed the other girl.

It turned out that Xenovia Quarta didn't just know how to play chess, she was actually quite good at it. The game went on for about twenty minutes before the student council began filing out of the room so that they could attend their classes for the day. Unlike the others, Sona remained where she was. "I've never encountered someone who has played even half as well as you."

"You've never met my cousin," Xenovia admitted.

'Do mine ears deceive me?' Raziel inquired inside the sanctity of her mind.

It took another twenty minutes before Sona looked up and asked, "Did you intentionally maneuver me into a stalemate?"

"Huh?" Xenovia inquired, "Isn't it a checkmate if the king can't move?"

Sona frowned for several seconds, before placing the Black King on C6, the White Rook on C2, and the White King on E1. "This is a check."

She then moved the White Rook to H1, the Black King to H5, and the White King to F5. "Meanwhile, this is a checkmate. A stalemate occurs when any move made by the active player, no matter which piece is moved, places their King in check."

Xenovia suddenly stood up and stormed out of the room, while Irina paused only long enough to say, "I can only pray that you'll forgive my friend for her rudeness, but it seems we'll have to discuss business some other time."

A very cross Sona Sitri walked over to the door and closed it, only to gasp in shock when she felt an incredibly powerful magical signature spontaneously appearing right next to her chess set. "W-who?"

"The better question would be 'how?'" Raziel admitted. "Not a single member of your Peerage noticed I was in the room with you right up until I revealed myself. Not even a Grim Reaper can suppress their spiritual presence that effectively, which raises even more questions than it answers about who it was that Ignotus and his brother encountered all those centuries ago."

Sona slowly turned around, and found herself looking directly at a woman with blonde hair that was tied into a very elaborate ponytail. The woman's green eyes were almost luminescent in how bright they were, which itself further hinted at what the woman actually was. However the clothes the woman had chosen to wear caused Sona to raise an eyebrow and ask, "What sort of angel are you?"

Raziel glanced down at her outfit, which was composed of black leather knee-high boots, identically colored leather Daisy Dukes, and a black leather jacket that she currently had zipped up so as to provide at least the illusion of modesty. After a moment of contemplation, she pointed a finger at herself, focused her intent on just the outfit, and exclaimed "Colovaria!" which had the effect of changing her outfit's color black to white. "Now, I'd like to explain why my young charges were sent to this town…"

About ten minutes later, a young man spontaneously exclaimed, "Nothing deceives my scouter!" He then listed off three numbers while staring at a section of the school courtyard that no one was standing in. He then began blinking quite rapidly before pulling his glasses off his face and glaring at them, "Defective…"

"Thought so," a feminine voice remarked from behind the formerly bespectacled youth as she plucked the glasses from out of his hand. Raziel opened her mouth to say something to the boy whose glasses she had confiscated when a young girl's voice exclaimed, "Ise! Issei we need to…"

"Rydw i fel y bûm erioed, Raziel y Ceidwad Cyfrin!" The woman formerly known as Rowan Potter declared in as clear and formal a tone of voice as she could manage while turning to regard the dragon's vessel with a worried expression, "Wyt ti'n herio fy awdurdod dwyfol, Ddraig?"

When she failed to get a response in that language, she switched to Parseltonue, and said "I actually succeeded in killing a 1,000 year old basilisk using only the strength and magical skill available to a twelve your old human girl…"

And wouldn't you know it, that got a response, "And I'm a bull's shite…"

Raziel sighed, "I also hold the leash for an as of yet unidentified personification of death, possibly a celtic one considering where the legend started up…"

"And I'm a Longinus…"

"Excuse me," a redhead with an absolutely prodigious chest interrupted, "Why are you hissing at Ise-kun's wrist?"

"For that matter, when did you become conversant in this language?" Ddraig inquired.

Raziel glared at the slightly glowing section of Issei's wrist for a second more before turning and discovering that she had nearly forgotten what started the conflict, "Oh right… Gremory-san, put these on for me would you."

Rias only hesitated for a moment, before doing as the Seraph asked of her. It took Rias a moment before her eyes adjusted to match the prescription these glasses were made to fill, which was an incredibly severe one, but once she had she noticed what the glasses did, and understood why they would antagonize Raziel, the Secret Keeper of Heaven.

Rias sighed while taking off the glasses and saying, "I'll see to it that he is exp-"

"Specs-san should be given a chance to atone for his mistakes…"

"Are you asking us to forgive him?" Sona Sitri demanded in an incredulous tone of voice. Sona actually had a faster response time in getting to the courtyard, but had opted to do the smart thing and activate and maintain the underworld's counterpart for a muggle repelling charm. The fact that it failed to work on Motohama meant that he had at least a small affinity towards magic.

Raziel shivered in disgust. She then sighed and said, "Never forgive someone unless they put in the effort to atone for what they have done wrong."

"And of course Hyoudou will get off Scot free won't he?" the moron demanded.

"ISSEI!" a loud voice exclaimed in shock as Irina Shidou announced her return to the school. The girl then proceeded to throw herself at the unconscious dragon boy, only to fall victim to another of Raziel's recently acquired titles.

It took a few seconds before Irina noticed that her 'savior' had a set of pure white wings, mostly because she had eyes only for Ise-kun, "Tenshi-sama, is my friend okay?"

Raziel smiled at the young girl as she brought the two of them down to the ground while offering the simplest and least traumatizing explanation she could, "He's fine, just exhausted."

"You seem to be missing an exorcist," Sona spoke up.

Raziel frowned, "And you both seem to be missing people too."

"Kiba's in pain," the white haired girl admitted. "Making mistakes and lashing out."

Raziel frowned as she immediately realized what could trigger such behavior. "Irina, please stay with our new friends, I need to go and rescue another damsel."

Raziel then spun on her heel and fell on her rear end. It was from this vantage point that she saw the disfigured form of one of her fallen brethren. It was in that very moment when Raziel started singing a song that might actually become her anthem.

xXx Test My Reality xXx

Author's Note: Raziel is in fact connected to secrets in historic angelology, so my portrayal of her isn't entirely baseless, even if it is unlikely to be the direction that DxD's creator will go with the character. In fact, the creator may opt to make Raziel a male angel. I'll also point out that Supernatural is one of the few series to accurately portray what happens if an angel reveals its true form in front of a human.