Hello there, Skylinemaster here with the final chapter of the Leviathan of Halkeginia. You read right, this is the final chapter of this fanfic.

"Speech."

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Familiar of Zero.

I glanced at the twin moons as my Chimera soared across the night sky.

This little plan will be successfully executed tomorrow.

After systematically cleaning the Mott estate of any traces of me or what I did, I went outside to see that it was nighttime.

During my cleaning, I thought of several plans of how I will get close enough to the Pope to eat him.

There are three main approaches that I believe have an equal chance of success.

First plan is to go to the city in either Lord de la Valliere or Mott's form. Both are nobles, and there is a possibility that the Pope could meet with me privately, given who my forms are. Safe and relatively little chance of harm due to me not being offensive in this plan. Tedious though, and great chance of failure due to him being busy or away.

Second plan would be to infiltrate the Gardes Suisses, the Pope's own private military. The guard is mainly a bodyguard detail, but they have offensive striking capabilities according to Mott's memories. The guard that is assigned to the Pope consists of ten Knights, ten magicians, and the Pope's familiar, a boy by the name of Julio Chesare. After this, I'd get close to him and then morph into him when no one is looking.

I discarded this plan as I dissected the flaws of what I was planning. The guard sticks to the Pope like Demons do to feces, so there is very little chance of me becoming one of them without the others seeing me. Secondly, these are the best warriors and magicians in the land, so even if I did become one of them, the noise created would be great, and I can't risk being exposed and surrounded.

The third one is the riskiest, but fastest way to become the Pope. The Pope is just like Richard Roman, a powerful person that is under constant protection. As such, he would be in the most secure room within the Papal residence, a town house near the edge of the city, which I could infiltrate and turn into the Pope in the dead of night. With modern humans it would be at the top of a hotel, a penthouse so to speak. Here, it would be the center room of the town house.

I frowned as I continued think of this plan. It is likely that this room has no windows to prevent an airborne raid, so I would need to go from the inside. More rooms to pass through, more Humans to fight off, and more time for the Pope to escape. I would effectively be going in blind as I do not know the layout of the house, and they could surround me. While they can't kill me, enough Humans together could decapitate me, and while I could regenerate, I will not tolerate any delays to my plan. I could turn into wait staff at the residence, ah yes, that is an interesting possibility.

Go to the house and take the first person I see, wait for the big man to come home, and then turn into him in the dead of night. Good plan.

I stood against the wall as I stared at the location in question.

I had long abandoned my Chimera on the outskirts of Vaticano, and have walked to the location of the townhouse.

It is still darkness and the sun hasn't risen, so I encountered very few people on the streets as I made my approach on foot to the townhouse. The darkness is no problem for me as we Leviathan are creatures of pure darkness, so we can see as well or even better in the darkness than in light.

The townhouse was its own little residence, free from any neighbors as it was walled on all four sides. The plot of land which the house stood on was a perfect square as roads ran in back and front, left and right of the house.

I can see two guards posted at the gate of the wall, torches illuminating a very small space around them.

There are two sets of patrols around the house. There are three guards in each patrol, two pikesmen and a swordsman that is carrying the torch. The two sets of patrols walk around opposite sides of the house, and meet in front of the house every three minutes.

These are the ones I can see, but I know that there are a lot more inside. The staff should be inside of the residence, quietly sleeping in the servants quarters somewhere detached from the main house. They are probably in a small communal hut of some sort, probably near the corner of the estate. Okay, that should be simple enough to find.

I made my way to the right side of the estate, and turned into my true goo form as the guards made their way around.

I remained as a puddle until I saw the guards turn the corner. I flew high above the wall to see the buildings of the estate. There was the main estate, and a little hut in the northeast corner of the compound which was nestled right against the walls.

I feel twenty people sleeping inside of the little hut, which honestly surprises me that that many fit inside. There are probably many more staff inside of the main building as the Pope and his support staff need an entire army of staff at all times for the littlest things. I estimate that there are at least thirty people inside, if not more.

I flew back down and landed on the ground next to the hut, still in my puddle form.

I slithered to the door of the hut, and made my way underneath the door. There are two rows of bunk bed in front of me, one to the right and the other on the left. There are two people on each structure, and five bed bunk structures on each side.

I slithered to the ceiling so I could get a better look at everyone inside. There are six men and fourteen women, everyone here is young, except the males.

I dropped from the ceiling to the face of one of the males. He gagged as I made my way into his mouth and nose, becoming him. This male was the closest to me, and he happened to be the handsomest, so that is another plus.

His name is Marcel of Blois, only child of a baker and a housewife. He left his hometown ten years ago at the age of fourteen to become a blacksmith, but failed at that. Became a servant of the Pope eight years ago.

This is what I am looking for, the daily procedure.

Wake up at five in the morning.

Freshen up and help prepare breakfast for the bodyguards.

I frowned as the Pope isn't actually at breakfast as he has his bodyguards bring him food.

Okay, that is problematic.

Alright, adjust the plan.

This will work. There is a home guard that patrols upstairs while the Pope is gone. His name is Johann, a personal friend of Marcel here, and he is served breakfast after the bodyguards depart with the Pope.

Okay, now it is just a matter of waiting.

"Hello Johann, good morning."

I smiled to his friend as I handed him a plate of food.

"Good morning, Marcel."

He said as I nodded. I just barely touched him as he started to pray to Brimir. Brimir won't help you, sorry.

I made my way to the other room, away from the guards and other servants to turn into Johann.

I dissected the information in Johann's mind as I walked to the stairwell.

From Germania, okay. Large family, blah blah blah.

Here is the interesting part.

There is no one in the Pope's room from now to about five at night. There is a guard who sleeps in the same room as the Pope, and that guard is his familiar, Julio.

The Pope gets back here around five in the afternoon, and there is an extensive sweep of the entire house for threats.

I glanced around to make sure that there is no one looking as I walked into the Pope's room.

A room with no windows, a giant bed, a work desk, a closet, and a private shower. Not bad.

Hm, where would be the safest place to hide?

I glanced at the closet and then at the bed. I walked around to the side of the bed, which is pushed right up against the wall. Perfect, no one will ever think of looking there and it gives me easy access to the Pope after he goes to sleep.

I turned into goo and slithered under the bed. Now it is just the waiting game. Again.

I've waited for over twelve hours for everything to settle down, a trivial amount of time given how long I was in Purgatory.

The Pope's bodyguards came into the room around five o'clock and searched everything. I slithered between the mattress and the bed frame as I saw someone looking under the bed.

The entire search lasted less than five minutes, and so I could only feel the Pope and his familiar here.

Hours passed by as the Pope worked at his desk, his familiar standing at his side.

Dinner was served at seven with the Pope being brought his food by his bodyguards.

The Pope took a shower at eight thirty, and went to bed at nine. Interesting that he goes to bed so early.

I waited another hour to make sure that the Pope was in deep sleep, as was his familiar.

I heard snores coming from both as an hour passed, so I decided to act.

I made my way up the bed where the Pope was sleeping and split myself up.

One part of me went into the Pope's ear and the rest of me went into the mouth and nose.

He briefly moaned as I completely merged into his body and took over his memories.

I just became the Pope of Romalia.

I sat up in bed as I dissected the information within the Pope's head.

Pope Severus the Second. Born Vittorio Serevare, age 20.

Ah, the Pope here is quite the Machiavellian. Nasty the memories within the most holy man in Halkeginia.

Had his own mother murdered, his father thrown in prison, and hundreds "disappeared" as he became Pope.

He deeply hates elves as they are proficient magic users. Maybe I can strike an alliance with the elves?

I like Vittorio here, he is cunning, manipulative, and a psychopath. He reminds me of myself when I was younger.

Wait, this is interesting.

Hmm, there seems to be some type of memory manipulation in here. There is a memory that is a book that can summon something not from this world. I must investigate this further as someone really did not want the Pope to remember this.

"Julio, wake up."

I said as my familiar jolted out of bed with his sword ready.

"What is it sir?"

I smiled as he called me this.

"I need to go investigate something, come with me."

We made our way down to the library underneath the town house.

Three stories down, there is a tremendous library with all sorts of magical scrolls and books.

I scrolled the shelves of books, and found the book in the fragment of the memory.

I picked it up, and can feel that the entire cover is made out of Dragon skin.

De obscure ritualia et consuetudines. Of the rituals and practices obscure, is the title of the book.

I flipped through the elf skin pages to the page that I saw in the memory.

Page sixty six.

The script is in very obscure Latin, but the Pope here can read it perfectly fine. This page has fewer words than the other pages, just over three sentences of writing.

The first sentence is for ingredients for the spell.

lacrimas virgo pura, sanguine peccatoris esse hominem, ab arbore autem ultra illum, e non tamen forma est.

Interesting ingredients. Tears of the pure virgin, blood of the wicked man, a tree from beyond time, and the essence of the one not yet shown. Hmm, the Pope remembers the ingredients being brought before him.

The second is the incarnation.

Unum ex supra profanum, hoc sacrificium manifestaturus es te ipsum et in conspectu tuo.

Unholy one from beyond, accept this sacrifice and manifest yourself before thee. The memory includes the incarnation being recited.

The third is the procedure. Okay, mix the ingredients in a bowl in the presence of one other person, say the incarnation, and….

I realized what this is a spell for.

The memory is blurred as I struggled to locate the rest of the memory with the Pope's mind. Some very powerful magic user did not want the Pope to remember the spell, but I understand what it means.

This is a spell to summon a being from Purgatory.

I laughed very hard as I comprehended what this meant. I can summon my fellow Leviathan from Purgatory and have them assert my control over this land.

I cocked my head to where my familiar was and smiled.

"Julio, please gather the materials written here. We have a spell to perform."

I glanced at the eastern sky as the sun began to creep up over the mountains.

The materials were all in one place, in the vault under the massive cathedral in the city of Sancta Sedes.

It took a few hours to gather everything, but here we are, my familiar and I.

I ordered my bodyguard detachment to stand a few hundred meters away from us, so they can't see anything that will happen now.

My familiar is standing on the other side of the bowl with everything mixed in the bowl except the last, most important ingredient, essence of the one not yet shown.

I know exactly what that entails.

I took a deep breath, glanced at the rising sun, and finally cast a glance at my familiar.

"You have been a great familiar, but you are no longer needed."

I said as I pulled out a short dagger, but didn't try to stab my former familiar with it.

My familiar recoiled back, his sword at the ready as I took the dagger and slit my left wrist.

His eyes widened as black goo came out of my body and into the bowl.

"Unum ex supra profanum, hoc sacrificium manifestaturus es te ipsum et in conspectu tuo."

The sword dropped from Julio's hand as I saw black goo foam out of his mouth before being sucked back into his body. There was a Leviathan in him now.

Julio then glanced around, looked down at his hands, and finally at me.

?

Is that who I think it is.

!

It is.

I burst out laughing as I understood what this meant. The spell wasn't a summoning spell from Purgatory, it was a summoning spell from Earth.

This spell can summon anything from Earth, provided you have the materials, and I just summoned a fellow Leviathan.

I glanced at the Leviathan in front of me, and could feel that he was relatively powerful, though nothing compared to me. I looked at the Leviathan and asked if he is who I think he is.

"Edgar, is that you?"

"Yes boss. It is me. Pardon me for being so to the point, but where are we? The last thing I remember is being decapitated by the Winchesters after meeting the Alpha Vampire."

Edgar said this as I smiled at my fellow Leviathan.

"We are in Halkeginia, and our paradise will be realized here. Come, we have work to do."

Well, I hope you enjoyed this, the final chapter of this fanfic.

This fic is now over, and I am working on the sequel. The sequel will be about the Leviathans and their quest to completely take over Halkeginia. The tentative name for the sequel is Saving the world and other Leviathan plots.

Please stay tuned for this, and review. Tell me about how you feel about this fic and what you think about me doing a sequel by reviewing or messaging me, and I will try to respond to you.

Until next time, Skylinemaster out.