Washington DC, a city pretty close to New York when he had previously fought against the likes of Mana, returning back to Europe to greet a good "friend" of his wasn't that bad of an idea except it would be a fist to her face more than anything - but of course he wasn't in any state to do any of those right now due to how weak he was after learning it the hard way.
"I thought I was already out of Hell but looks like I've stepped into another one."
Sou has only been out of Hell recently and the news of an occurring World War 4 easily reached his ears not only due to how much he travels across the world but also the intensity of the war as civilians are worried whether their country and lives would be caught up in the crossfires of war. Yes, the lives of innocent people that had nothing to do with this bloody war between superpowers.
And only one thought came to Sou's mind: They surely don't have any standards when it comes to war, don't they?
His face grinned at that thought. He himself is an outright villain of his own, a man who had fought against the world, man and woman that exists to challenge him. He does all of that just to prove the worth and potential that powerless humans like himself have and how much of a threat they become when underestimated.
"One war after another, this world never ceases to bore me."
That aside, his reasons of being in Washington DC is very simple - information. Given the fact that he prefers to work on his own, it meant that there is no other meaningful information to gain from other than looking for more himself and listen in on the words of that he hears from city to city.
Not just that, while in Washington, Sou makes sure to keep himself in a low profile. He acknowledges the fact that he is within an enemy territory but since he doesn't possess anything than a speck of spiritual energy enough only for him to interact spiritual beings, it becomes even harder to detect his presence for those who rely heavily on spiritual energy detection to find threat.
The red-haired male began to slowly walk across the streets of Washington with the only sound that echoed louder than footsteps is the sound of tapping from a crutch on the underside of his right shoulder, Sou couldn't help but feel.. amusement of this.
Bag full of books, Calypso calmly looked for a place to sit within the capital of the states, or well, that's what she recently figured out. Didn't understand the need to make a 'capital' out of a place, much less have a lot of important government stuff stored in one place. She wasn't sure what earlier humans were thinking when they established this place as the place in the USA; To her, it was like painting a big red target that said, "Hey, all of our important people are here, just drop a bomb or invasion here and you've pretty much ruined everything!" Making such important places seemed to make more sense if they were hidden and not widely known, but, she supposed it was some pride of the country thing they had. Unfortunately such pride didn't save them from a demon takeover...
Though she did finally come upon a reasonable place to sit, clutching the straps of her bag with a strong sense of uneasiness. Her, arranged to become a duchess.. To actually be recognized and seen as a part of the royalty.. Some part of her mind was aggressive with the thought, thinking it was about goddamn time she was actually seen as part of the royalty she was born to, but the sensible, rational parts of her mind were kind of uneasy about the concept of being responsible over many people, taking charge of giving royal orders, and generally having to be a leader. Though she was confident she wanted to take this burden, She was... Weak. Her mind, constantly jabbed at it, her weakness, her fear, her inexperience... No. No, Sis would help her, but..
As she sat down, she looked calmly at her palms, slowly curling them. She was afraid of empowering herself since she was born, but, at this rate, maybe she should fully take Algos' confident words, and Khala's initial push, into strong consideration. If she was going to be a strong leader, she had to become strong herself, right? To trim those barriers, to unleash the potential sleeping inside of her, that she was so afraid that would corrupt her..
Pulling out a book, she gripped the edges with some anxiety, but pulled a stern expression as she read. She had to improve her skills, strengthen her resolve, she had to be a good leader for her kind, that's what she wanted for Demon World, a place where demons didn't have to be constantly slaughtered or oppressed by their own kind..
Yes, he wouldn't forget how Mana's energy felt ever since his fight in New York. Although this energy isn't exactly the same as he had remembered of Mana's, it had enough similarity to Mana's because heck, how can he forget that son of a bitch that almost killed him. Whoever this energy belongs to, whether it is Mana herself or her kin even, just the thought of fighting her for another round only further excites his thoughts as he gripped his hand tighter in excitement.
"Heh. Looks like I've caught a big fish."
Was he found? No.. Sou was sure that unless they've mastered the ability to sense spiritual energy in the slightest amount, his presence is well-concealed over the fact that he doesn't possess any powers and barely had sufficient spiritual energy just to interact with spirits. Otherwise, he is close to something like a powerless human without the help of his equipment.
Still, it would be rude to not at least say hello.
Slightly ramping up his pressure, he would direct all of it towards the direction where he had felt the energy instead of spreading it across in a big radius, so despite not releasing even a quarter of his pressure, the directional wave of pressure towards the Asthavon would be dense enough to knock her balance out of whack for a few seconds because of how sudden it came.
If that person took notice of his presence, whether or not she approaches him, he would utter out these words regardless:
"I don't know who you are or what your name is but that energy.. this feeling.. I won't forget it. I can tell you're an Asthavon even with my eyes closed."
Caly's golden eyes scanned the page silently as she tried to read her anxieties out of her head, but obviously that didn't totally work. Some worries were still on her mind, of having royal responsibilities, and.. Nevermore. She was practically a baby when she first interacted with him in a dream and made what honestly felt like an impossible promise at this point, did he even remember her? Her promise, the words he spoke to her? Would it even be possible to get him out of the goddamn depths of HELL? How would she even get down there without dying?!
She sighed, the story of Arachne fluttering before her eyes as she then slammed the book shut, her head taking a steep dip with a loud grunt. Why did she always give herself so much shit to worry about?! No no, she knew why... She... Just couldn't refuse to help someone. She couldn't just tip toe away from a promise, and she can't just tip toe away from what she proclaimed so strongly to her Sis to do. She had a duty, and she had a promise, and she had to do both!
"Woah! H-hey my book!"
She suddenly felt a harsh push of a malevolent presence, which knocked the book from her hands and causing her to rock to the side in surprise. It wasn't really overpowering, simply surprised her, as her eyes swung to where she sensed the energy coming from, seeing a red haired fellow with eyes she could best describe as a beast tracking it's next adrenaline-pumped prey in terms of emotion. She gained a stern expression, her soft look changing in an attempt to match his intensity, trying to show she meant some business, til her foot tapped against the large pile of strewn books at her feet.
She stared silently at the pile, til she picked up a book, her gaze slowly meeting the man's once more, seeing his lips moving like some predatory creep. Her expression became rather infuriated, growling loudly and chucking the book at him, "Those were perfectly good books you jerk!" She shouted, proceeding to quickly stack the mess on the ground, extra rather small, dark tendrils forming on her arms and gingerly dusting off the works of fantasy, "If any of them got ruined, you're friggen paying for them! And I was just getting into Egyptian and Celtic works, too.."
She put the pile on the bench, stomping up to the man, puffed cheeks and a sharp glare,
Not only was his words wholly ignored, this kid that he thought was an Asthavon is just some brat? Has the Asthavon's standards lowered this goddamn much, to have some kid just running around, bringing books around like some pathetic nerd and then get angry when all he did was knock the book out of her with a little bit of push from his pressure.
His expression quickly changed from excitement to annoyance. When the book was chucked at him, Sou caught it with a hand without a care in the world and rebutted what she said afterwards.
"You think I give a shit about your books?"
He quietly stood there, holding one of the books that she chucked at him and looked at her picking up, dusting it off and stacking the books that fell from her hands.
Seriously, I have to babysit an Asthavon now of all people?
His tongue audibly clicked at the thought of that. He thought the Asthavons were supposed to be a ruthless bunch who thought of nothing against those that stood in their way. Call it an overestimation or whatever but after his experience with Mana, he believes that even family members that are tremendously weaker than her are all monsters whether strength-wise or intellectually.
But this kid..
She looks neither smart nor strong. Just.. normal.
"What are you planning to do? Bang your head against the books in hopes you'll sound smarter?"
Lackluster is one way to put it. His eyes looked down on her when she stomped up to his direction, pouting like a little kid which only serves to annoy him further. When she told him to apologize, Sou gave her a direct eye contact to her's with a sharp glare back as well and chopped her head with the book that was still on his hand.
"How about smacking your backside with this book as my way of apology?"
She could sense it, his emotions, that radical change from what seemed to be excitement, to annoyance and irritation, as she stood before him. This guy in general seemed pretty scrappy, was he expecting her to be like her family? Was this someone who had a bone to pick with Asthavons, and just got disappointed that she wasn't as expected? Sure, that put a bit of dour on her mood on top of him uncaringly fucking with her, but what happens, happens. She wasn't going to get an ounce of respect or considerate thought out of this guy if she kept up the brattitude, so she was opening her mouth to give the conversation a change of pace, despite his rather rude comment about hitting her head with books to get smarter, suddenly she felt something hit the top of her head rather hard, and down on her bottom lip came her teeth, like a guillotine, except less cutty and more just blood draw-y.
"Owww! OOOOW!" An uneven line of shimmering blue formed on her lips as she had a hand on her head, and her lips, with the sudden two places hurting. Only a few drops of her blood managed to escape before the wound closed itself up, however, she was in a bit of shock as she slowly looked up, seeing a lot of her dark locks ensnaring the man's arm, tightly wrapped around up to the elbow, the hairs stabbing into his flesh and drawing blood.
"Oh god." She uttered sharply, staring in shock as she slowly put her arms up, trying to grasp a few hairs. Her body wouldn't listen to her, the young demon still pumped with adrenaline, as she stared at the man, "That wasn't on purpose.. That.. Was one-hundred percent an accident.. I-I swear."
Reddish energy pulsed along the locks, and if Sou could sense that intently, he could tell the energy wasn't naturally created by herself, no, it was from a stronger, still Asthavon and very close attached to Mana, being, "Listen.. I'm just going to try to pull it out.. Just don't move, please. I promise when I undo this, i'll heal your wound, I swear."
Stiffly, her hairs came out of his arm, slowly shriveling back towards their master's body, the girl panting loudly and clearly in quiet stress, unsure of how the man would react to her, fearing he'd anticipate this as an attempt on his life and attack her.
So, is this some kind of trend in the Asthavon family? Impaling anyone as they see fit?
Sou barely had any reaction when her hair.. or energy of sorts attached to her decided to stab right through the flesh of his arm after chopping her right in the head with a book. Any normal man would've winced in pain but unfortunately, he had experienced this one too many times, only blankly stared at his stabbed arm and right back at the girl.
She was clearly shocked and trying to talk to Sou in order to.. he assumed to "defuse" the situation. After all, not everyone would take kindly in being suddenly stabbed out of nowhere.
"Is that it?"
Before she had the chance to pull any of her hair out of his arm, Sou would only clench his hand into a fist and in an instant, release an explosive force right out of his arm and blow away any of attached arms with pure brute strength and at the same time, releasing a considerable amount of his own pressure and enclose all of it around his body to serve as a field of protection in the case that her hair would regenerate and show the same hostility and going as close as to his skin would result its energy being ripped to shreds under intense pressure condensed around him.
"I don't care whether you're doing it on purpose or not. Seriously, is stabbing a fetish that runs in the family?"
Sou's eyes nonchalantly glanced over his arm and how does he remedy it? A little bit of shaking and patting some of the blood away. Since its pretty difficult to make him die of blood loss in the first place due to the nature of his body, a bleeding arm didn't cause much of a problem to him neither is it some sort of handicap. If he were to describe it, having an injured arm is more of a hassle since he has to wait for the wounds to heal over time.
"A little scratch like this isn't a problem. Besides.."
With his injured arm that still held on the book, despite being stabbed, chucked the book that was now partly painted with his blood towards the girl. Whether it hits her or on the ground, he didn't care.
"I just got out of a retirement home called Hell. I neither have the time nor effort to try and seriously kill you just because you threw a tantrum."
Calypso was trying desperately to call off the hair impaling the man's arm, though they were cries in vain. It was indeed her body doing it's job, but it was doing it a bit too well, and ignoring the one controlling it. She prayed that this red haired man wouldn't try to do something terrible, and allow her to fix this. She could just, fix his arm up and take the two out for sweets or whatever he wished as one big sorry, they could become friends after this being a big misunderstanding is figured out, it would be great... It would be, wouldn't it?
She suddenly felt a great, searing pain from the hair attached to his body, or rather, no longer, as she slumped to the ground, blue liquid pouring on her head and face as she felt the back of her head hit the ground. Next she knew, she was crying, hit with confusion, even if the wounds caused by the explosion of energy were already closing up with a red aura wafting about it. It hurt, it hurt a damn lot, and her first instinct was to hold her head and cry. As she forced herself to sit up, golden tears poured from her eyes like honeyed fountains, and looked to the man's arm, in which he just patted and waved off. She didn't care about how he felt, or what he said in the moment, he was hurt, it was her fault, and she swore to heal him.
Regardless of how much it would hurt her, even with the book being dropped on her head as she went into a crawling position, she would come close to him, gently grasp his hand, being certain not to be touching any wounds she made, and proceeded to rub her tear-streamed face against his arm, constantly muttering apologies in a small, sad voice. Any sort of pain from the arm, no matter how small, was quickly vanishing as she tried to make her tears coat the wounds, as the substance was a potent healer in nature.
"I.. Promised.. I'd heal it... I'm real sorry.. For hurting you and being a brat, I really am.."
She looked up at him, a pitiful look, as her eyes still shone with tears with her heart skipping a beat at the mentioning of Hell, "..You've been to Hell? How deep did you go..?"