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Omake 2: The Curious Angel

Something was off in his big happy family. And it wasn't just that grumpy idiot that is Kokabiel.

Azazel could feel it. Like an inner sense that just became part of him when he first established Grigori.

His organization was his main project. The symbol of his success despite being stripped of his heavenly post from God himself.

While he was the prime cause of numerous shenanigans in his little paradise, there was something within the strange bustling and whispering of his subordinates that made this simple day quite… confusing.

He had yet to do anything. And nobody had reported to him about any issues with the Cadres.

With Baraqiel in Kuoh and Shemhazai buried somewhere in the paperwork room, the Governor-General found himself clueless as to why many of his minions were giving him amused looks and smiles.

And it wasn't the jovial kind of amusement, the one he could've pleasantly ignored. It was amusement that 'came' from him. Like he was wearing something funny or someone had done something with his hair while he had gone for a powernap.

After wasting a proper hour or two in front of his room's mirror to see if he had been pranked by some foolish moron, Azazel confirmed that it wasn't something on himself.

No, it had to come from elsewhere. From something that should still embarrass him from the way even the usually spineless recruits were having trouble holding back chuckles while he wandered around the headquarters.

His pace increased, and his brain buzzed incessantly as he tried and failed miserably to understand what was going on with the mood of his organization.

Someone, somewhere, and for some reason did something that I'm going to be pissed about.

It had to be like this. There was no other way for people to be put in this kind of state.

He was now power-walking as he tried to get hold of one of the cadres. He knew that at least one of these would know what is going on.

After twenty minutes had gone by in that tense search, Azazel finally spotted Sahariel shifting around in quite the suspicious manner.

Catching up to the man wearing that tattered lab coat and thick glasses proved to be easy with the Governor-General literally bolting after him.

The Researcher of the Moon was looking at him with brief mirthfulness, something that he shared with the rest of the occupants of the building.

"G-Governor-General. I wasn't expecting to see you-"

"Sahariel, I really am not in the mood from the pleasantries- What is going on with the rest of the people in the headquarters?"

The scientist tensed up a little bit at the irked tone within his boss' voice, but he seemed still deterred from offering a full answer.

"It's… I think it's a reaction to a gift that Hekishoku has sent to us. Rather, it was a message containing the ways to download it but-"

"What kind of 'gift', Sahariel?"

Was he getting snappy? Maybe he really should've taken that cup of coffee earlier that morning.

"It's just a game. Nothing- nothing to be worried about-"

"Where?" He was getting annoyed by the lack of questions, and the researcher told him to find Armaros.

Letting go the glass-wearing man, Azazel now had a proper destination to get some straight answers from.

Walking up to the room of the Anti-Magic Researcher, the Governor-General picked up larger crowds of people wandering the area. His suspicions increased as he pondered over what Hoitsu could've 'gifted' them all to get this much of a reaction out of the entire building.

Either something incredibly obscene, or something that should really bring Azazel to an embarrassing and furious mood.

The march was a brief one, but one that saw his mind filling up even more with theories and suspicions.

As he turned the corner to the hallway connected to Armaros' room, he took notice of a loud music coming from his destination. At first he thought it to be some 'modern crap' that many kids nowadays had in their discos, but then he realized that the surprisingly catchy tune was akin to a… videogame.

Confusion swelled at this development, and he found himself stopping by the slightly open door. He peeked inside, his eyes suddenly looking at the unusual group formed by Armaros, Penemue, Tamiel, and… Shemhazai?

His vice, just like the rest of the people inside, had their attention completely diverted over the imagery within the big TV in front of them and… Azazel frowned as he found himself mesmerized by the curious gameplay.

The main character, a tiny human with sunglasses white jacket and pants, and a red shirt was roaming within what looked to be a hell-like region. It looked to be a puzzle, one in which the players had to be careful to use the limited amount of moves to complete each levels.

…

But why was it tied to him if it centered around hell?

Just as he took the first few steps inside, his presence was finally noticed by Armaros, the man being the one handling the lone controller.

"O-Oh, Governor-General," The Japanese Tokusatsu fanatic greeted curtly and nervously, also distractedly from the way his sight would constantly glance back at the large display.

The rest of the group tensed up in a momentary panic, but soon it was Shemhazai to break the confusing standoff.

"Azazel."

"What is going on? Why are you four here and… why is 'that' somehow connected to me?"

Many questions, but just as he finished saying those, his attention returned to the TV as Armaros had concluded the level and a cutscene had ensued.

In there, several young women, white-haired devils from the way their appearance seemed to be, were discussing with the main character… and soon a strange individual appeared in that group of similar-looking people.

She had short, black hair and a pair of soft blue eyes. Wearing what looked to be a half-sleeved white shirt and a pair of white pants and boots with straps on the top, the overall dress reminding him of a military uniform, his attention was mostly directed at the name and title of such a unique character.

Azazel, the Curious Angel.

"What the hell?" He blurted in brief shock- Stomped by what he was looking at.

"Hekishoku-kun offered us the chance to try out this fun game. It has a curious take on Hell and… you- but I wish to point out that-"

"What. Is. That?!" Azazel pressed on with a tenser tone.

"Helltaker," Penemue replied giddily, an amused smile plastered on her face as the woman seemed ready to tease him about this unplanned counterpart of his. "And I would dare to say that it is a curious template for what we could do with our own games."

"What-"

"Just because it has a female version of you, Governor-General, I think this should really be considered through," Shemhazai interrupted with a calm voice. "We have been struggling for a long time now to get games that could appeal people to our mindset- but this? If we fund the creators we might try to sway them to make a continuation to the title. Something that would 'subtly' entice people to support 'angels falling' to become… Waifus."

At this point, Azazel's mind had stopped working. While his logical side would've wholeheartedly agreed with his close friend, the real issue was that he was still stuck on the very detail that someone had developed a female version of himself going to hell for… research?

Sure he was an inquisitive individual. He had done many bizarre choices in his efforts to learn more about the unknown surrounding him but-

The Curious Angel? What's that supposed to mean?!

AN

This is what happens when someone is drown in Helltaker fanarts in Pinterest. I started to dig the fandom since it has massive potential and I really hope the game gets a sequel.

Might also do a continuation. This time a dimensional mishap. Innocent Waifu or Devious Womanizer, who would win?