Overlord of biblical proportions: Return of the Biblical God (16)

Kuroka hadn't lived that long of a life, compared to the long lifespans of the inhabitants of the paranormal world, it was utterly insignifi

Kuroka hadn't lived that long of a life, compared to the long lifespans of the inhabitants of the paranormal world, it was utterly insignificant. What can one say, compared to the ‘adult’ of the completely ordinary and not at all paranormal world, Kuroka had lived a short life, twenty years, no more than that. Even normal humans, who very rarely reached a century in age, could only call her an ‘adult’ by adding an asterisk in the corner. 

But where Kuroka couldn't take supremacy of adulthood through numbers, she won through experience.

Human experiments? Battles with dangerous opponents? Escape from Devil lands with them hot on her heels, plus a huge target on her back? Joining international terrorist organizations? She had done it all.

In these matters, Kuroka was more knowledgeable than those who were two, three, or even ten times older than her.

Therefore, when the Devil, no, Demon, Kuroka felt that there’s a significant difference between the two, who was sitting across from her, stared at her… Though with the way his glasses seems to reflect a totality of any light that passes through it, forcing her to squint through the very unpleasant glare, made it hard for her to see the figure. Still, Kuroka understood that, despite the choices offered to her, it was no choice at all. 

More precisely, of course, she could try to commit suicide right now, quick and painless. But, if she made a mistake and didn't achieve the desired result? Well, the Demon would most likely make her suffer immensely for her ‘wrong’ choice. 

Kuroka had seen, and had even suffered through human experiments several times, from her ‘master’ from the Naberius family. So, she had no problem imagining what someone wanting to obtain knowledge, specifically from her, could resort to if she refused to follow his orders. And Kuroka, thanks to her life experience, knew perfectly well that the Demon in front of her would go to such an extent and even more tortuous methods if she refused to speak.

Never mind the fact that the Demon could easily make her do what he wants, like the time he had forced her to try to stand, even when she physically couldn’t. She could start trying to kill herself, only for it to be forcefully stopped with a single command… Something about her lacking the appropriate [Resistance]? If only she knew what that was, she might actually have a choice in matters.

Therefore, pushing off from the ground with her hands and returning to the bed, Kuroka tried to square herself up, trying to present herself as at least one percent less pathetic a sight than she actually was. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts together before nodding., 

"Alright, I'll talk."

"Of course you will, my dear," The Demon seemed not to notice the deliberations in Kuroka's mind, or perhaps paid no mind to them at all. 

However, Kuroka, thanks to her nature and mastery of her abilities, understood perfectly well that even if she were at her full strength, she couldn't do anything to the opponent before her. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she could choose the best method of suicide by his hand if she positioned herself correctly for the right strike, but that's the extent of control that she would have. 

What chance or choice does she have in her current position, when half her spine was broken and her legs were a useless meat appendage connected to her body, rather than an aid in her movement? 

Perhaps she could die so pathetically that it would inflict some mental anguish?

"My name is Demiurge, endowed by the Creator's will with the right to conduct our current conversation," Demiurge pronounced this in a voice simultaneously calm and yet filled with some strange emotion between religious fervor and the joy of a true fanatic whose prayers had finally been heard. Listening to him, Kuroka felt like she was being sucked into a quicksand.

"Kuroka, but I have no doubt that you already knew that." Ignoring the knowing smile that Demiurge was giving her, Kuroka tried to match information about all the known Super Devils with the figure of ‘Demiurge’ before her. Drawing blank page after blank page. 

Sirzechs? An obvious no, everyone knew what the Crimson Satan looked like. Ajuka? Also didn't fit, the tail was out of place, and while the look that he would not even blink to vivisect someone alive matches, this Demiurge was missing the usual air of disinterest that Ajuka usually emits. Or at least that’s what she had heard. Rizevim? Well, he was supposed to look like a middle-aged man, not the sharply-dressed man in front of her. The madness exuding from their figure might match, but Rizevim was not at all interested with his paternal grandparents. He would most definitely be saying the God of the Bible with any reference… 

But then, where did Demiurge come from!? It’s not possible that there’s someone so strong to be unaccounted for in the World’s stage.  And yet… here he is.

"Hmm, Lady Kuroka, it's quite impolite on your part to withhold information from me." Demiurge's voice didn't change in tone at all, but all the instincts, inborn in her, howled at just how much danger she’s in. 

"I’ve allowed you to verify my demonic nature and told, albeit very briefly, a part about my life. How can you leave me without the reciprocal generosity on your part, Lady Kuroka? This is quite impolite, no?"

"Kuroka, youkai, nekoshou," Kuroka answered slightly faster than she herself wanted to, showing Demiurge the power he had over her, and just how scared she actually was. 

"Reincarnated devil through the actions of House Naberius… Branded a Stray Devil after killing the Patriarch of the House, and joining Khaos Brigade."

Under any normal circumstances, mentioning her criminal past and her membership in a terrorist organization like the Khaos Brigade would have been enough to send any opponent, if not into fright, then at least into contemplation about who exactly they had encountered at the moment. The name of the Khaos Brigade carried weight, and information that someone had encountered a real stray devil usually scared even hardened Devils. 

The fact that Kuroka had not only managed to overcome the innate control of the [Evil Pieces], and had even survived becoming a Stray Devil and keeping a normal appearance, speaks of her strength. There was a reason why she had been deemed as an SS-Class Criminal by the Devils; she is, after all, an [Ultimate-Class] combatant.

And yet, instead of reacting to any of that information, Demiurge looked at Kuroka without even a single change in his facial expression, "A Nekoshou, hmm? Such a rare species… I confess, until this moment I had only known of one nekoshou… What an unusual coincidence that she was also a reincarnated Devil."

Kuroka's breath instantly caught in her throat, the nekoshou were a practically exterminated clan of youkai… Besides herself, Kuroka could only imagine one other; Shirone, that is, Koneko as she was named now, who it could only be.

And her sister has always been her reverse scale, mentioning her was basically a threat, if an indirect one. Demiurge might as well be saying that ‘I know about your younger sister’, and whatever torture she might have to endure, Kuroka couldn't allow her younger sister to suffer.

"What do you require from me?" Realizing that the stakes in this conversation went beyond her life and health, Kuroka pronounced her capitulation slowly, speaking each word as if hoping they could become poison that would kill her interlocutor.

"Nothing at all, Lady Kuroka," Demiurge seemed even pleased with Kuroka's words and the acidic tone she was taking, as if he was enjoying her helpless anger. 

"As I’ve said before, by the Creator's will I am now conducting this conversation only to determine your future and your worthiness to the hand of mercy extended to you by the Lord."

The third consecutive mention of the God of the Bible’s title made Kuroka involuntarily twitch in the corner of her eye. Even if she was a stray now, she was still a devil and therefore the pain she felt having someone mention God in her presence was inexorable, making her wince from the growing migraine…

And that is what is supposed to happen.

But, no matter how much she steeled herself for the pain, none came even as Demiurge spoke of it for the third time. Which in itself was just another oddity in the heaps of oddities surrounding her current position.

"After all, the Creator would not desire to destroy what He once created… Unless, of course, they had violated His commandments," Demiurge smiled, looking at Kuroka with the gaze of a zealot. 

"And, as it seems to me, you are beginning to understand what that means, step by step… Lady Kuroka."

***

Momonga continued walking through the corridors of Nazarick, periodically nodding to the inhabitants of Nazarick he encountered, who performed greetings of respect to him every time they saw him. The maids instantly made some aristocratic gesture that Ainz had heard about in the past from Tabula, either a curtsy or reverence? He wasn’t sure. While the various butlers stretched and straightened their posture so tensely that it seemed their bodies were trying to prove to steel beams that they were insufficiently straight and insufficiently strong to serve in the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

However, aimlessly wandering through Nazarick forced Momonga to confront another thought that he again didn't know what he was supposed to be doing at the moment.

The problem with the school had been resolved, for now, and the students, including the director, Johan, were busy at the moment. The interrogation of the captured combatants Momonga had encountered in Germany was happening under Demiurge's supervision, so it absolutely didn't require Momonga's own intervention. Albedo had returned to managing and distributing the finances and resources in the real world as necessary. The last thing Momonga himself had heard about it was that she had already begun construction of some factory near Kuoh. 

All his subordinates were all doing something so important, while Momonga himself could only deal with the students and his education.

Pandora’s Actor was currently moving through Europe and gathering information about the Church, an opponent that Momonga himself would soon have to face. Meanwhile, Cocytus was finishing the conquest of minor mythologies, while Aura and Mare were organizing those that already were conquered, to create a proper faction within the Khaos Brigade.

What’s the point of that, Momonga couldn’t tell, but at this point he was too afraid to ask.

Only Shalltear was currently as free as Momonga himself, but if Momonga had no idea what exactly he himself should be doing at the moment, why would he have thoughts about what Shalltear should be doing at the moment?

Perhaps his own musings were to blame, directing his feet forward, however when he emerged from his reflections, he realized he was already standing before the entrance to Shalltear's personal quarters; [Adipocere Chamber]. Behind his back swayed a rotten suspension bridge stretched over an abyss, and before him were obsidian-black doors decorated with gothic script, from behind which barely audible intoxicated giggles and moans could be heard. Listening to the giggles, Momonga preferred to turn around and head back, hoping that no one would be able to notice either his appearance or disappearance. 

As could be expected, thanks to Momonga's luck, this was not meant to happen.

The doors opened with a loud creak, in which Momonga, with a semblance of respect for his friend Peroroncino's creativity, recognized a modified voice clip of a moan cut from some erotic novel. The moans became slightly louder as the door stopped being a barrier to the noise, before it suddenly halted.

The inhabitants of the room had noticed him, and yet, the voice came from behind him? "Lord Momonga!"

The voice that sounded behind Momonga didn't belong to Shalltear, but turning around didn't greatly improve Momonga's perception of the situation. Since, before his face, appeared the alluring figure of a beauty that only digital reality could produce, not humanity.

Her thin pale skin had a light grayish tinge to it, but on her body it seemed more like an exotic tan than something unpleasant. In dark eyes and blood-red irises split by elongated beast-like pupils danced a spark of desire, looking at which any human would offer all their riches for one touch to the burning desire inside the maiden's body.

A weightless white sheet that couldn’t even be called clothes, rising with each heated breath she took, her long black hair descended to her waist, even in appearance shaming silk for its rough structure, bobbing with each breath along with her bra-less breasts. It made Momonga momentarily forget where exactly he was.

But only for a moment, it was not the first time he thanked his [Emotion Suppression], desperately needed to erase the untimely arousal rising from the depths of his body, returning his rational thinking. It also allows him to remember the identity of the NPC that he was talking to.

"Vampire Bride." Momonga nodded to the girl, causing her to suddenly shudder in pleasure, something Momonga does his best to ignore, as she performed a curtsy similar to the maids, though delivered with a breathy voice of arousal, in the edge of an orgasm. His experience with Albedo and Shalltear, made it very much unmistakable.

"Lord Momonga knows my species and desires to look at me… I am unworthy, unworthy…"

His [Emotion Suppression] needed to work in overdrive to wipe out the sudden arousal, and he did his best to remove what’s left by focusing on his memories. Vampire Brides, one of the many types of vampires in Yggdrasil, different from all other types of vampires in one special way.

Most monsters in Yggdrasil looked monstrous, even NPCs whose appearance could be customized by Players, or who served as quest givers for players of heteromorphic races, could only demonstrate their full abilities only by returning to their true form. So, practically speaking, all vampires in Yggdrasil looked grotesque, even Shalltear, though she, of course, does her very best not to reveal that. 

Vampire Brides were the exception. 

Their beautiful appearance wasn't a product of customization by their creators, but was naturally occurring, even in cases when they were ordinary mobs encountered in the expanses of the game. Therefore, they could demonstrate their full power and their appearance without any problem.

The issue with them lay elsewhere; Vampire Brides were incredibly weak monsters by Yggdrasil standards, below thirtieth level, which is why few Players bothered populating their bases with them, or took them seriously. On the other hand, their low level also meant that they were part of Nazarick's natural mob system, which Nazarick itself could theoretically spawn infinitely, so they served Shalltear as her escort, servants…

‘And concubines…’  Momonga’s mind helpfully reminded him about all the lines of codes that Peroroncino had written for Nazarick in the past, composing Shalltear as his ‘ideal waifu’ and all the entourage she has.

When BukubukuChagama found out about it, she had mercilessly teased her brother. Peroroncino had defended the setting, by saying that it was just his fantasies anyway, and that ‘as a healthy guy’ he was allowed to write down his dreams somewhere. And Momonga couldn’t even blame his friend for his current predicament, having to deal with his awakened ‘urges’ as he talked, to what basically amounts to ‘sex on legs’. No one could ever imagine that one day a random line inserted into the long list of Peroroncino's fetishes would become reality, after all.

But the line was inserted, and Nazarick had become part of reality, and now Momonga found himself opposite a vampire bride who, judging by the slight fidgeting in place, didn't give a damn about whom, when, and under what conditions had prescribed her current position.

She wanted nothing more than to jump on Momonga’s lap, sans clothes.

"Ahem, yes." Momonga cleared his throat with confidence, which he definitely didn't feel, trying his best to defuse the situation. 

"I'm just walking around the Great Tomb and inspecting various [Floors]… I suppose there's no problem with that, is there?"

"Of course not, Lord Momonga!" This time, the vampire bride didn't even try to do any aristocratic curtsy, instead falling to the ground as if her limbs had lost all feeling by the mere thought that Momonga could cause any ‘problems’ with his actions. 

"Lord Momonga, please conduct a personal inspection of the floor! I'm sure all the inhabitants of Nazarick, in whatever posts they are assigned to, would be more than happy to present their workplaces to you; report on every procedure performed necessary to protect this Holiest Place of Power of the Forty-One Supreme Beings from the dirty invaders, and from the disgusting, damned, outside world, Lord Momonga!"

"Um, ahem, yes, well, of course." Thrown off kilter for a moment by the vampire bride's zeal, Momonga made sure to immediately collect himself, before the vampire bride could take his silence as offense. God knows just what kind of atrocious self-harm the inhabitants would do, if they think that he was displeased with them.

Seeing that the Vampire Bride wasn’t about to pull a dagger from somewhere then stab herself, Momonga made sure she saw him theatrically moving his head from side to side, as if he was inspecting the floor. Which, right now, only consists of bare walls, a thin, rickety bridge, and the seemingly endless void below, there’s really nothing for him to ‘inspect’ but the act is important.

"Even so, I see that you're absolutely not slacking off from your work, and I'm completely satisfied with the final result. Continue in the same spirit, you can pass on my congratulations and respect to all inhabitants of this [Floor]."

Momonga had already turned to head away, about to walk past the Vampire Bride into the bridge, but he couldn't take a step, before he was interrupted. 

"Lord Momonga, what a miracle to see you descended into my abode!"

This time the voice indeed belonged to Shalltear and made Momonga internally curse that he hadn't left earlier. But to turn around and simply leave under current conditions would leave the wrong impression, plus, his salaryman instinct, one that has been soldered into his brain, tells him that leaving now would be much too impolite.

Turning around, Momonga exhaled, trying to take control of himself, and put a smile on his face. 

"Ah, Shalltear! I was just taking a walk around Nazarick. I hope I am not disturbing you?"

“Of course not, Lord Momonga! It is my pleasure to welcome you to the Catacombs, my lord.”

The first thing he noticed was that Shalltear was not wearing the usual ribbon on her head, letting her silver hair fall in a silky waterfall over her shoulders; it seems that she had forgotten to put it on in her hurry to welcome him. It was a change from the usual appearance obsessed Shalltear, who always wanted to put her best foot forward…

The light blush on Shalltear's cheeks also supported this theory… Either that, or she was simply blushing, as she usually does, whenever she stood near to him. With Shalltear it was always difficult to guess whether her current state was a result of a recent sexual activity or the beginning of a new one.

"You, vampire bride!" Instantly dropping to one knee before Momonga, Shalltear finally noticed the presence of another figure next to her, before hissing venomously at the Vampire Bride. 

"How dare you keep Lord Momonga at the entrance?! Immediately escort Lord Momonga to my personal quarters, and return here; I will personally feed you to Kyouhukou!"

"There's no need, Shalltear, the blame lies exclusively with me," Momonga intervened immediately, even as the Vampire Bride looked like she had accepted her death. Something that Momonga couldn’t allow, especially since her ‘mistake’ wasn’t one at all. 

Although the Vampire Bride was a creature of less than thirtieth level, so in case of her death a new Vampire Bride would simply be created in her place, she was still an inhabitant of Nazarick, moreover an intelligent thinking one. So, Momonga would like to prevent her death if possible.

Therefore, ignoring the assurances immediately pouring from Shalltear like from a horn of plenty; that he was too merciful, that his order would be carried out with all zeal and that Shalltear herself would definitely introduce a whole new system for meeting guests appearing in her quarters, Momonga let it pass through his ears without noting it. It was a repeat occurrence at this point. Instead, he slid his gaze over Shalltear's form and looked up, examining the room beyond the door.

Unlike the outside, created as a mixture of a dungeon and crypt, Shalltear's personal quarters didn't fit such a picture at all. Although there were no windows, and therefore no sunlight, they were still surprisingly bright. The cream-colored wallpaper and furniture made of light stone instead of the black stones and gothic architecture that would fit Shalltear’s ‘aesthetics’, the room created an impression of a temple or a palace filled with light rather than a vampire's abode dyed in black and burgundy colors. 

Against this background, the Vampire Brides, busy doing whatever it is that they were doing, looked more like religious servants serving a deity, rather than the promiscuous harem members that they are. 

The room was created by Peroroncino simply because he liked the look, nothing more, but that didn't mean that there wasn't some practical sense in it. After all, despite the fact that Shalltear was the embodiment of Peroroncino's personal fetishes, she was at the same time the most optimized and effective front-line combatant according to her build and abilities, Even when compared to the other level 100 NPC in all of Nazarick… Excluding some special cases. 

So her personal room, the gateway to the next floor, the place where any invaders needed to pass if they wanted to descend Nazarick, was created this way for a purpose.

Shalltear's personal quarters themselves were created in a dense network of small rooms with various purposes; like baths, bedrooms, guest rooms and even a hall for watching dancers from Shalltear's ‘harem’. The series of rooms were densely connected by numerous passages, secret passages, false dead ends and various traps, which only Shalltear, Peroroncino and Momonga knew the layout completely. 

By drawing the invaders here, Shalltear could effectively move through the complex system of passages and teleportation points, separating opponents and destroying them one by one. Traps, choke points, and the Mobs, those being the Vampire Brides, would harass the invaders from all corners. The series of small rooms not only force any large groups to spread out, making themselves more vulnerable, the thigh confines also reduce the capability for the invaders’ to work with each other. 

Not only would they have a harder time coordinating themselves, the invaders would also become more susceptible to AoE attacks. From Shalltear, and from their own teammates; because in Yggdrasil, friendly fire is most definitely turned on.

Moreover, only a small part of players specialized in fighting in the enclosed spaces and narrow corridor spaces and small rooms, and they all represented Players whose combat capabilities in open confrontation were second-rate relative to ‘simple’ warriors. Add to this Shalltear's build, her enhanced characteristics, enhancement from fighting in Nazarick and specialized prepared PvP equipment, traps, mobs and consumables, and Shalltear was rightfully a Player mulching machine. Capable of easily sending an entire raid to the grave and returning to a planned tea party in ten minutes.

However, at this moment, Momonga wasn't interested in the combat effectiveness of such a layout, once upon a time he had already repeatedly discussed this topic together with Peroroncino. Marveling at how his friend managed to combine his ‘ideal waifu’ with one of the most thought-out strategies for destroying entire groups of players. Right now, he couldn't care less about just how many hidden passages, or blind spots where attacks could come from; no, he was too busy trying to ignore the heated glances, the sighs brimming with lusts coming out of them.

The amount of Vampire Brides that right now was populating the many side passages, sending him glances of sexual desire, only kept increasing. 

The bursts of [Emotion Suppression], which activated a moment later, helpfully conveyed to Momonga the thought that; if Peroroncino had prescribed for Shalltear that the Vampire Brides were part of her harem, then it was quite likely that he had just torn her away from one of such harem activities. And that, quite naturally, Shalltear's next step could be to offer him to join in this very pleasurable activity. 

Similarly, Momonga's mind conveyed to him information about exactly how many Vampire Brides are under Shalltear's command, exactly sixty-nine as Peroroncino considered the number most suitable for his ‘joke’ harem in Yggdrasil. After all, in the game, Shalltear's ‘harem’ existed only in her character description. 

Under current conditions, this joke, however, had long ceased to be funny.

The next activated [Emotion Suppression] also ‘helpfully’ conveyed to Momonga information that no one would dare say a word about Momonga himself spending time with Shalltear's harem. And that, considering the fact that Shalltear herself was in his harem, then her harem was also Momonga's own harem… A proxy harem, so to speak.

Momonga's mind also helpfully reminded him that he was immune to such paltry debuffs like [Fatigue], either physical and mental, and that he had already managed to check this fact during his ‘interactions’ with Albedo and Shalltear together. Surely, seventy partners at once represented a worthy ‘test’ of this hypothesis.

At the same time, the rational part of Momonga's own mind, though with the idea that it is presenting, he doubts that it was actually the ‘rational’ part of his brain, it is instead more likely, his secondary, smaller, ‘brain’. It reminded him that he was actually a ‘strapping, young man’ with all the needs that it entails, and with nothing to do, why not indulge? Why not have sex with the seventy, very beautiful, and very willing women?

Peroroncino himself wouldn't be able to decide on the emotion he would now feel toward Momonga himself, either absolute support or fierce envy.

The argument sounded so convincing and rational to Momonga's own mind that he suddenly realized that his only opportunity right now, to not turn into the sexually harassing bosses of his company he once hated, who only celebrated and luxuriated in bed all the time without doing their actual job; was to gather himself and go do something right now. No matter what, no matter how small, the only way he could be able to keep being a ‘good’ boss, was by being nowhere near here.

Therefore, when Shalltear just started opening her mouth, undoubtedly planning to offer Momonga to visit her personal quarters and get to know her and the Vampire Brides better ‘personally’, Momonga decided to preempt her. "Well, I think this sums up my inspection of the [Floors]! This means that I now urgently need to leave Nazarick."

"Lord Momonga, allow me to go as your personal escort!" Immediately after Momonga's words, Shalltear jumped up, then placed her hand on her heart, stretching taut as a string, the only thing missing was a tail wagging happily from side to side behind her back.

Remembering for a moment about Shalltear's cat ears that Momonga himself had already seen up close, and its accompanying tail ‘accessory’, Momonga threw these thoughts out of his head promptly before nodding. After all, if it was only Shalltear, then he could quite withstand the temptation of her body and return to actually performing work… Though, what kind of work, he needs to come up with first.

"Umu, that is good," Momonga looked away, trying with all his might not to glance at the dozens of Vampire Brides, some already losing what little fabric was covering their modesty. There are even those that are already starting to move their hands in gestures that Momonga tried his best to ignore, made much harder when they all seem to be crowding what available free space in the tight passages. 

"In that case, I’ll give you five minutes to prepare… And we'll head away from Nazarick."

Of course, Momonga was unlikely to find anything important to do outside of Nazarick, but a couple of hours outside the Great Tomb would certainly help calm his nerves.

After all, he couldn't constantly encounter some incredible personalities and resolve world crises by walking in a random direction, could he?

***

The figure stepping off the train platform was eye-catching for the small Japanese town. After all, it wasn't often that inhabitants of the Japanese hinterland could see, not only a foreigner, that looked to be of European resident with light golden hair, but also one with such a ‘motherly’ figure. One that even those who overly indulge in the services of plastic surgeons would turn green in envy. Not that even the most unprincipled inhabitants of plastic clinics would ever decide to increase their breasts and hips to such proportions.

It would look weird on them, but not to the foreigner, who looked natural despite her gravity-defying breasts, and hips so tight that you could bounce a quarter on it.

However, despite her outstanding body, strangely, the first thing any observer would notice about the girl was the inner light that she seems to be radiating. Even flowers seemed to bloom when she passed by them, their colors becoming more vivid, embittered, barking dogs momentarily stopped, becoming at peace in her presence. It seemed as if she herself was a little Sun, illuminating the surrounding world in light. 

Even in the impenetrable darkness of night that had fallen over Kuoh, she seemed to stand out against the background of night like a star, always shining despite the blackest and most impenetrable horizon.

Gabriel didn't even need to reveal her twelve wings or use her holy powers to achieve such a feat; her very nature as an angel, as one of the Father's great creations, shone through her.

Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel, she was the third Angel created by the Father, even Azazel was created after her. In other words, the [Holy Power] she possessed was enough to make Devils uncomfortable standing near her, it was enough that even ordinary humans, ones without an ounce of magical talent, could feel ‘something’. 

Therefore, as she strolled through Kuoh, to search for the smallest clue about her Father’s return, the last thing on her mind was her safety. Even if someone of Sirzechs’ level should appear before her now, not only could she put up a good fight, she would also have enough time to warn the Heavens and her Brothers and Sisters. 

Though, right now, retreat would not be her first option, anyone, or anything barring her way now, would meet the full ire of the Messenger of God, and the Harbinger of the End of Days. She had arrived in Kuoh with the goal of determining either the falsehood or truthfulness of Irina Shidou’s report. And she planned to fulfill this mission with all the zeal that could only be expected from her position as a Great Seraph.

However, simply going to Kuoh's church seemed reckless even to Gabriel. Even if she wasn't afraid for her life, that didn't mean she planned to simply enter a probable trap and hope for the best.

No, she needed information.

And what was the best chance for her to gather the information she needed, than to personally walk through the city that, according to a particular Demon’s sermon, which is a weird thought in and of itself, had become the place of return of her beloved Daddy?