Immortality in DxD

'That man was truly shameless.' Iori thought as he spotted the man scamper away like some kind of small creature after having it's prey snatched up. He just wanted to hear the kind of stories his youngest disciple told about him and instead, the priest bolted in the most polite way possible all the while spouting off about his age or something. 'I still have a lot to learn there…'

But he kinda figured the only way to pull of such shameless behavior is to actually look old. And with his cultivation, that wouldn't occur no matter how hard he tried.

'Maybe a disguise could work?'

His smooth chin suddenly itched as frustration threatened to overload him, he had tried to grow a beard over the centuries to not much success. It would severe cut into his image if he walked around with patchy fuzz all over his face.

"Do you think he's gone to tell the Church?"

Yasaka asked with a somewhat familiar smile on her face, like she had pulled off some grand prank was relishing in the aftermath. He was sure that if they were in private, she would for sure be rolling around on the ground giggling up a storm. Hell, the kitsune would probably do exactly that the moment they left here tonight.

Iori only nodded slightly in response, she already knew what would happen here anyway. He was sure Yarrow would quickly find somewhere to contact the higher ups at the Church with this little bit of news, especially since now his youthful appearance had now leaked to the outside. It suddenly made sense why Yasaka wanted to have the floating lamps to act as both a lighting source and video recorder. She surely wanted to capture those gobsmacked expressions and add them to her growing collection.

He felt a somewhat artificial Ki signature practically barrel it's way through the crowd towards them, maybe in a bit more gentle and refined way but the goal of it was simple enough. He was sure Yasaka felt it too and instead of making it easy for the person, she instead lead them in a different direction towards that emitted that slightly oily energy that made his nose nearly twitch in disgust.

As his skill in Senjutsu improved over the years, he had found that Supernaturals in general all had their own unique 'texture' to their Ki as a whole. Mundane humans felt as smooth and untextured as they came, like running his finger across a smooth stone. While those humans that could do magic felt 'rubbery' like pushing his thumb into a small ball.

But those that were more monstrous tended to have an exceedingly different feel to it entirely, each being far more textured than mundane humans.

"Ah Yasaka-sama." The fallen angel bowed slightly and surprisingly, her loose dress shifted in just a way to barely hide her less than safe for work bits. A small smile that would assuredly tickle at the edges of ears, promising sweet pleasure under a thick haze of bliss. "Thank you for inviting me to this get together."

"I'm glad that you are enjoying it." Yasaka said tightly, her golden gaze looking over the voluptuous woman with a hint of scorn. "Iaoel this Yamato Iori, Master Yamato this here is Iaoel."

"It is a pleasure to meet the Heavenly Demon himself." If possible, the blacked haired woman bowed deeper as though to entice the cultivator with her carefully crafted self. Any normal man or woman would've been entirely engrossed by those bits of pearly white flesh that whispered in the ear, hinted at you to do something stupid and entirely hormonal based. Hell, he even spotted Yasaka's eyes flicker down the busty woman's frame.

But there was but a single problem, her Ki. For someone of his senses, it didn't matter how good looking someone was. If their aura was simply disgusting to be around that it made his stomach slightly curl, that in itself ruined any effect their appearance might've had. Fallen Angels in general have always felt a bit off, Angels in themselves had this 'soft' feeling when it came to their Ki. Like they were constantly wrapped up in a feathery pillow that one just wanted to fall into and sleep away their life. But as for their fallen brethren? Image that same feeling but imagine that someone slipped something oily on the surface and no matter how hard you washed it, that sensation remained. That's exactly how these cast out Angels felt to his senses.

"It's nice to meet you." Iori nodded slightly, having to retract his senses from the Fallen Angel to ease his churning stomach that threatened to rebel. Lying to expedite this meeting was certainly not a bad thing on either side. He got to get away from the awful sensation as she got to scamper away to inform her higher ups. A win-win.

Hearing his words, Iaoel straightened her back and locked purple gazes with those blue orbs of power and slightly trembled before looking just beyond him. That smile still plastered on her face but now seeming a bit more forced. He was sure there were a ton of questions that she had for him, probably assuming any information she could gleam would only benefit her scientist-like leader but it seemed like that aura had finally grown impatient enough to reach them.

"I will not keep you, Yasaka-sama. Heavenly Demon." The fallen angel bowed once more before sliding out of the way as the Valkyrie looked ready to charge forward. Behind her a very sheepish looking Marui stood, his gaze not daring to meet the blondes' in that moment.

"Stellari Arrior…" Yasaka sighed with a hint of displeasure as the Fallen Angel used the distraction to slip out of her clutches," Councilman Marui…"

"I apologize Yasaka-sama." The red Oni bowed his giant head forward," I did try to info-"

"Stellari Arrior." The silver haired woman introduced, her eyes locked onto Iori. Face slightly flushed, chest rising and falling in obvious glee. Fingers twitching at the blade that was no longer there. Honestly, it made him nearly want to slap his own forehead at the thing.

He had met plenty of these types, battle maniacs that only truly care for the thrill of the fight. Who truly only wished to die in a glorious series of blows, pitched combat that ultimately spelled their end. But just looking at the visibly blushing Valkyrie before him didn't fill him with the same exasperation as would've felt against anyone else.

These artificial beings have always been a problem when it came to him, he didn't know how but they could all tell he was strong and could offer them a Warrior's Death. It filled him with a degree of pity for their plight, their aura just felt wrong. Wrong in a way that differed from any other Supernatural he came across. They felt...hollow. As though they were merely automatons and not living, breathing creatures that only came alight when they saw a powerful opponent that certainly given them a good fight or spell their end.

'The Asgards are still certainly disgusting..'

He sneered internally as the warrior woman tried to muster up any semblance of self control before just throwing herself forward with a howl of exultation. Seriously, that had happened a couple of times before.

"Yamato Iori." The cultivator nodded in greeting. He already knew these people tended to abide by warrior culture more than anything else, having someone else introduce him would be considered rude and could open up a way for her to challenge him to a duel. To the death of course, these maniac wouldn't have it any other way.