"NO. FUCKING. WAY." Angel Dust shouted, his eyes opened as much as was possible, "Vega went to go get Will's grandpa? The fucking badass nazi killing grandpa?" He questioned.
After procuring a coffee machine from the hotel and bringing it back with them, Charlie and Vagatha made everyone a hot steaming cup in advance before waking them. They figured it was better if they had it ready beforehand so that way the others could get nice and relaxed, which would make the news they had to share a little less mind-blowing. Or you know, that was the plan at least.
"Unless he's got more badass relatives, yeah, that's the one," Vagatha confirmed before taking a sip of her coffee.
"Of course he fucking does! This is WILL'S family we're talking about! We only know about his grandpa, but his caveman ancestors probably pried the jaws off of fucking dinosaurs like they were opening tuna cans!" He exclaimed.
"Ooooooooh, this is just so exciting!" Millie giddily exclaimed, a big goofy smile on her face, "To think we're going to meet a member of his family! And one who's as capable with guns as Will is!" She said.
"I wonder what he looks like? It's been a bit since I've seen the documentary; I can't remember if it showed his picture or not." Kaite thought aloud to herself while putting a hand to her chin.
"Is meeting Will's grandfather really such a big deal?" Azrael asked, finding the general excitement to be odd.
"YES!" Cherri shouted to answer, catching her off guard, "It may not seem like much to you since you're the angel of death. But this IS massive because Will is one of the single quietest people when it comes to talking about his past or life. So getting to meet someone from his family who could answer SO many questions is an amazing opportunity!" She explained.
"Hm, I suppose you're right." Azrael agreed, "I guess it didn't seem like such an important event because I've already met with him twice." She admitted as she took a sip from her mug.
However, she'd nearly choke on it, for she felt every pair of eyes in the room lock onto her like a predator finding its prey. Even her boyfriend, who stood next to her, had an expression that read clear as day as "What the fuck?"
"...Did...I say something wrong?..." She hesitantly asked while lowering the mug from her mouth.
"You...have met...Will's grandpa...and it never occurred to you to say ANYTHING?!" Angel Dust questioned, shouting the last word.
"Uh...no...I'm sorry, I didn't know it was so important to all of you..." She apologized.
"It's fine, not a big deal." Cherri assured as a somewhat sinister smile appeared on her face, "But you do realize to make it up to us, you're going to have to share what you know." She told her.
"I mean, there isn't much to tell truthfully," Azrael replied.
"Just go along with it." Husk whispered to her, "The more you resist, the crazier they become." He warned.
"Yeah, better listen to your boyfriend. Because we can get pretty-" Angel Dust was saying, only to stop suddenly.
"Angel? You okay?" Katie asked, everyone now looking at him with confused expressions.
"My gaydar just went off." He answered as he started looking around, "Somewhere closeby, a REAL big hunk of raw masculinity just showed up." He told them.
"Oh, come on, that is the dumbest shit I've ever heard!" Blitzo exclaimed. "He should know. He's an expert." Moxxie chimed in.
"Angel, this isn't the time to be fucking around." Vagatha scolded as this was serious.
"I'm not fucking around! Someone who is a fucking slab of raw beef is here! And he's coming this way!" He insisted.
"Oh yeah, I can feel it too," Verosika spoke up, her eyes going wide. "Oh shit, it is real," Vagatha said, which pissed Angel Dust off. "WHY DO YOU BELIEVE HER AND NOT ME?!" He asked.
"SHE is a succubus, and sexuality is her whole deal. You're just a horny slut." She answered.
Raising a finger and opening his mouth to argue, he quickly realized she was right and that he had no way of countering those facts. But before those two or anyone else could say something, a nearby door that led out of the facility opened, and when they looked to see who was coming in, their minds went blank. Blonde short cut hair, baby blue eyes, brown military pants that rested above black military boots, a well-maintained leather aviator jacket with sheep wool lining that covered a BUILT physique, these details all came together to describe the MAN that walked in with Vega at his side. However, there was one more thing about his appearance that they didn't take note of because they focused on this MAN.
He was carrying a satchel that hung from his shoulder by a long strap, and from the looks of it, there seemed to be something inside. But again, they didn't notice this at all, everyone's eyes were glued to the stoic, serious, and admittedly handsome face the MAN possessed.
"Are these the good demons? The ones I'm not supposed to shoot at?" He asked Vega, his voice sounding almost the same as someone else they knew.
"Yes. Unlike the demons of Doom, they are people. As they are capable of having thoughts, emotions, and etcetera." Vega answered.
"And they're friends of Will, right?" He asked, wanting to be sure.
"That they are. In fact, this one here is my granddaughter." Vega answered while pointing to Charlie.
With that information given to him, the man approached her, extending his hand out once he was close enough for a handshake.
"A pleasure, miss." He greeted politely.
"I...uh...I...uh..." She repeated over and over again, her brain not functioning correctly.
"I believe she is overwhelmed." Vega said before looking at the group, "Actually, all of them are in a similar state." He noted.
"I'm not," Azrael spoke up while raising her hand.
"Wait a second...Azrael?" The man questioned as he recognized her voice.
"I'm surprised you remember me. I look so different now." She replied before walking over.
"Kind of impossible to forget what the angel of death sounds like." He explained, making her smile.
"Forgive me." Vega interjected, "But I'm still unaware of how you two know each other." He said.
"Happened during the war. The Nazis started experiments and research into the occult. They were looking for ways to either resurrect their dead or to command demons to empower their forces." The man replied.
"And during one particular ritual where they bit off more than they could chew, they summoned a demon from Doom of all places that began slaughtering them. Thankfully, the rift they created was left open, which, combined with all the dying, got my attention. So I peered through and saw a man fighting the beast with remarkable skill. However, the weapons he used were having a moderate effect at best against the horror, so I gave him my aid." Azrael joined in, telling the rest of the story.
"Incredible. I can't believe I missed something so spectacular when I was an AI." Vega said in amazement.
"...You were a what?" The man questioned.
"Not important right now." Vega replied as it would take FAR too long to explain, "We need to focus back on why you're here." He reminded.
"Right, Will." The man said before looking around, "Where is he?" He asked. "Over there, in that room," Vega answered while pointing.
Following his direction, the man saw a large window, where just beyond it in the center of another space sat the Slayer.
"Shit. You weren't kidding when you said it was bad." He said with a sigh, having seen the look far too many times on himself and those he fought alongside.
"It sounds like you have experience in dealing with people in this kind of state," Vega noted.
"Yeah, a good friend of mine had an expression no different than his. Had it after a long night of trying to forget the past." He replied.
"Well, best not to waste any time then. I'll show you the entrance, and then you can do whatever you feel is needed." Vega told him.
Silently nodding in response, the two walked away from the group, leaving Azrael alone to deal
with them.
"Are all of you alright?" She asked while turning towards them, feeling genuine concern that they were still in a state of shock.
"I...uh...I...uh..." Charlie repeated a second time, causing her aunt to let out a sigh.