Part 9: Garo Garon
That night, Azariel slit her wrists as a huge magic circle formed in her room. Sighing, she stepped into the circle and began her incantation.
"I, Azariel Celeste,
Daughter of the archangel Michael,
Child of the blue flame.
I call thee to my side
Through a bond of ancient blood.
Lend me your aid; heed my call.
Holy spirit of the highest rank and office:
Garo Garon Ganimaaru!"
Suddenly, there was a large flash of light that filled the room. When the light faded, Azariel was no longer alone in the circle. With her was a tall woman with long, blonde hair and dark eyes dressed in a loose robe, a wooded sword resting on his shoulder.
"Long time no see Azariel Serae Celeste."
Azariel nodded, "Likewise, Garo…" she paused, "I trust you've been keeping a close eye on Ororon?"
Garo nodded, "Yes, in fact there is a Piti-Pat tribal elder attempting to summon me against him as we speak."
The fallen archangel frowned, "Will you answer the summons? It's not like you to destroy something you've worked so hard to preserve…"
The holy spirit shrugged, "No. I'll answer the summons with a rather intimidating decoy, and then I'll appear personally. The Piti-Pat will never know what hit them."
Nodding, Azariel smiled, "Thanks Garo." With a flash of light, the woman was gone and Azariel Celeste was alone in her room once more.
Suddenly the was a knock on the door and Charles slipped into the room. "Sub-general Celeste, we've found Ororon and we'd like you to come on location with us."
Azariel glanced up, "Us?"
"Myself and Tachibana, of course."
Sighing, Azariel stood up and walked over to where Charles was, "Very well, let's go."