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This chapter has been edited by Epilepticmushroom, Epilepticmushroom4tw
Chapter- 2
Sitting behind a large desk in a luxurious office, something in the distance seemed to enthral Azazel. His tense shoulders hid nothing, and only heightened the fallen angel's troubled mind as he massaged his forehead.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he stood up from the chair. Azazel strode towards the window, allowing the cool breeze of the underworld to wrap around him. He leaned on the window, gripping the frames, and squeezing his eyes shut. It's been a while since something caused this much exasperation. If someone were to happen to see him in this state, they would say that he was acting out of character.
He scoffed at the thought.
The source of his annoyance was laying down on the desk.
A scroll.
Yeah. Old, beaten-looking and almost ordinary scroll he received from one of his subordinates in the morning when he was coming back from the meeting.
With an exasperated sigh, he switched his resting positions to make himself comfortable, now leaning on the window sills. He stared down the scroll as the memory of morning surfaced in his mind.
Flashback
Walking down the corridor of the meeting hall, Azazel yawned as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. It was not a rare event for him to come out of meetings looking as though he slept like a dog through it. It had become a common habit of his. Well, they were responsible for holding the boring meeting. He could not help falling asleep. He was not to blame here.
"Azazel-sama!"
An attractive young woman with violet eyes and a slender body called out to the lazy leader as she ran towards him.
Silky black hair, straight and gleaming, fell down to her narrow hips. She wore a short black dress with a small, light purple jacket on top, enhancing her willowy frame.
Azazel turned back on his heels to take a look at the person who called him out. A smirk formed on his face as he recognized the face of the woman who stopped before him. She panted heavily as if she ran a marathon.
"Oh! Raynare! What brings you here?"
"I-I was...looking for you, Azazel-sama." Raynare gave a quick bow to Azazel before she spoke.
Furrowing his brows, his gaze landed on the scroll in her outstretched hands. To Azazel's eyes, the scroll did not seem to be anything out of the ordinary. The edges of it were beaten and ratty, as if it went through many hardships before falling into Raynare's hands.
"What is it?" Showing no interest whatsoever Raynare had to offer. He shrugged it off.
"Do you remember the incident that happened one year ago with church warriors and stray devils?" Raynare asked hopefully as she waited for her leader's response. The incident occurred one year ago and was not too important. Although Raynare hoped that Azazel would remember it, she would not blame him if he did not.
"I do, so what's about it?"
Azazel's words left Raynare dumbfounded. She could not believe her ears. Raynare looked up to and carved the attention of Azazel. Here he was, picking out and dedicating what others would deem unimportant to his memories. The woman's heart did flips in her chest. Not wanting to embarrass herself in front of the leader of fallen angels, she straightened before continuing.
"When our team was covering up our presence after the battle, Kalawarner found this scroll. She kept this to herself, as she deemed it not valuable enough to be presented to the higher-ups. Raynare bowed deeply as she finished explaining the situation. I apologize, Azazel-sama! For not informing you about this earlier." The odds of getting punishment from Azazel were slim to none, but he could be cruel when the situation demands. She just hoped that she would get away this time.
"It's alright. The content inside it must be appealing for you to come here personally and even apologizing on behalf of kalawarner, right?"
Raynare shivered a little as she heard the sarcasm behind Azazel's word. "I-It's not l-like that Azazel-sama."
Azazel chuckled upon seeing the terrified Raynare. This low-rank fallen angel had been trying very hard to please him and earn his trust. While she was not the first one to do so, the absence of ulterior motives behind her flattery was refreshing.
At first glance, the scroll looked ordinary. It was old, simple and more than a little tattered on the edges. However, as he rolled the scroll in his hand he noticed the kanji character written on it which symbolises 'seal'.
"Did you do something with it?" With a frown on his face, Azazel questioned the woman before him.
Raynare blinked rapidly at the sudden question thrown at her. The fallen angel stared at Azazel dumbfoundedly before realising. "No sir! we did not do anything to it, and because of the strange seal placed upon it, we could not read any of the texts."
Azazel hummed as he rubbed his chin. "This seal haan?… there is something odd about it."
He glanced at Raynare. Everything about this scroll was odd. According to the low rank fallen angel, her team found this in a European country. While there was nothing odd about finding odd objects in Europe, how this appeared there was strange. It could have belonged to those stray devils her team fought on the location.
However, the use of scrolls was archaic and mostly occurred in East Asian countries as a continued tradition. Did this come from the stray devils through connections? Or was it the missing property of another?
Azazel sighed heavily as he slid the scroll into his coat. He will look into this later as there were more urgent matters.
"As you are aware, different types and entirely new sacred gears seem to be awakening in this new era. While most of them are not too dangerous for the world, there are several capable enough to disturb the balance of the world. Those take high priority. And I've got a job for you. The mission is to take care of a high tier sacred gear which has not awakened yet." Azazel firmly stated to Raynare as he gestured for her to follow him.
Flashback End
Azazel shook the unnecessary thoughts out of his head. No matter how much time he spent on the scroll, nothing seemed to be working. When he first saw the seal, it appeared to be a standard sealing formula, to protect the contents from discovery. However, even with his vast knowledge about mystic arts, it was not enough to undo the seal. That only made matters worse.
His suspicions only rose. Given the standard yet powerful sealing formula enchanted upon the mysterious scroll. The content within had a high chance of being important and classified.
A smirk spread across Azazel's face. Whoever made this sealing formula must be skilled. The closing pattern was purposefully made simple.Cunning and deceptive, Azazel snorted as he thought over the several possibilities. It would have fooled most, to see minor seals on an unassuming scroll.
Admitting his defeat, an exhausted sigh escaped from Azazel as he walked over to his desk and sank into the chair. He had given up on the scroll and set it aside for now. Undoing the seal had to be done later, and it had already consumed much more time than Azazel anticipated. A tingling sensation started to form in his forehead. The Grigori leader did not have the time nor the strength to deal with another headache.
And by the way, did he forget to mention? If his fellow leaders came to know that he was goofing around doing nothing productive, there would be hell to pay. God, save his perverted soul~!
"Sir, everything is clear at this side."
"Nothing here as well."
Somewhere in the human realm, a group of armoured people wandered along a mountain path. Under the dark sky filled with infinite sparkling stars, more than two dozen people inspected the area with their guard cautiously raised.
Among the searching troops, a lone man clad in distinct armour sat atop a large boulder. There, he supervised the rest of his men calmly. The soldiers went on with their tasks, watching with an intensity that drew upon their nerves. He displayed no care towards the discontent carried by their voices, however.
The depths of the mountains, once peaceful prior to the intrusion, was now filled with soldiers ruining the stillness of the night. Not far away from the man on the boulder, one of the soldiers stood still. He watched his comrades go through a pointless task. Despite the low temperature up in the mountains, the man's face was covered in sweat. The man listened in to a conversation between two men complaining.
"Dammit! Nothing! And if we go back empty-ended again, the bosses won't let this matter slide so easily."
"My guts are telling me the same thing, man... By the way, did you hear the rumours about that?
"Yeah, everyone and their mother knows. But to think, the higher-ups would agree to something that crazy. Like, fuck, man! Can't believe they'll do something like that."
Hearing the disgust in their voices as the two men cussed, the one listening in clenched his fists in anger. Glancing over to the man sitting on the boulder, he made his way towards the captain.
"Captain! This is ridiculous!" The angry man confronted his captain.
"... Get back in line, soldier." The captain refused to flinch at his underling's outburst.
"As if you don't know anything, captain. Nobody here wants to work for that!" The soldier nearly spat, anger pouring into his words as his voice took a raised pitch.
"Do not raise your voice at me. The rumours you have been hearing till now are not true. You are aware of that, are you not?" Jumping off the boulder, the captain of the group closed the distance between them quickly. The soldier who came to him did not seem to carry hidden malice in his voice. As insubordinate as this man was, it was just anger, suspicion, and personal bias driving him.
The man stared at the captain.
The older man's firm words made the soldier hesitate. They trusted their captain's authority and integrity, more so than their own. The questioning soldier was no exception. He second-guessed himself. In moments, the subordinate's justification withered. Not having enough courage to meet the gaze of his superior, he stared at his boots in shame, trying to reflect upon his actions.
What a fool I am.
Approaching his subordinate, the captain put a hand on the younger man's shoulder. Giving him a reassuring squeeze, he spoke.
"I can understand how you are feeling right now. You are young and it is not rare for someone at your age to lose their vision and drift away from the right path."
With a snort, the captain continued.
"But I wonder how it would turn out though if the rumours of that man's involvement in this matter become reality. The current government may become suspicious and who knows what that might cost us."
The captain's hollow chuckle left the younger man astonished. Daring to raise his head to meet the gaze of his superior, he swallowed the lump in his throat before stuttering.
"Y-You do not mean…"
Taking a step backwards, the captain waved his hands in denial.
"No no no… it was only a random thought of mine. Do not worry."
Sighing in relief, the soldier straightened his back. The eyes that were filled with anger previously, now replaced with determination. Giving a quick bow, the man went to his work.
Everyone was busy, they have a common goal now.
CHILLS
A sudden chill sluiced down in their spines, stopping them in their tracks. Realising what just happened, their bodies stiffened. Even those who were slacking off snapped out of their trance and jumped back into attention.
Amid the commotion, a soldier ran towards the captain.
"Captain! A new energy signature at 2 'o'clock! few away from our location. Your orders?"
Hearing the words of their comrade, the rest of the soldiers gathered in ready lines.
"Prepare yourself for a possible upcoming battle. We'll be heading towards it. Now move!"
Signalling his subordinates, the captain deployed a communication magic circle near his ear.
It's been a few hours since Azazel started work. As he was going through paperwork, an unexpected guest announced her presence in Azazel's office.
"Hello, Governor-general-san, nya~!"
Grigori's leader looked up from the desk at the sensual purr. A familiar beauty peeked inside his office. Azazel was surprised to see the famous Kuroka. Nekoshou, a rare variant of Nekomata, was in his office.
The sultry woman stepped inside the room. Long black hair, split bangs framed mischievous golden eyes. Straight and prim, they were tied back with an ornate headband. The rest of her, however, was anything but 'prim and proper'. A smooth, velvety black kimono hung well past her shoulders, anchored only by her licentiously large breasts.
A yellow obi, tied wide and high, served well as a belt. They also gave her endowment an extra squeeze. Golden orbs in alternating sizes formed a floating rosary around her thin waist. Her inner kimono, bright and red, could be seen clearly. As they were the sole form of underwear the voluptuous woman wore, their presence encouraged… ideas.
She advanced towards the man, hips capturing the helpless man with their salacious sways. As she moved, the collar of her unreasonably revealing kimono seemed to dip past her elbows and back. By all rights, they should have long fallen off her breasts, with how loose she wore them.
But they never did.
By luck, magic, or pure fashion skill, her kimono refused to pleasantly surprise him. The leader of the Fallen Angels found himself cursing, and egging on the natural laws of physics.
Specifically, gravity.
Why does science always seem to fail when it comes to supernatural creatures? Do they function based on a schedule?
… Can he book an appointment?
But isn't he a supernatural being himself!?
"My, my, What brings you here Kuroka?" Azazel gave the woman a grin before leaning back against his chair. A black pair of cat ears, with similarly coloured twin tails flicked in annoyance, their owner wearing a coy pout. Kuroka enjoyed teasing.
"You're finally meeting me after all this time, and this is how you greet me? I'm disappointed in you nya~!" Despite the tone of heartbreak, the playful smile never left her face. Kuroko crossed her arms under her breasts as she huffed.
Raising his brow, Azazel let out a small chuckle. "Well, it's not usual for you to come here without any specific reason. And not to mention, all alone! Now, where are the others?"
All of sudden, Kuroko's lively demeanour fell away. The Nekoshou moved towards the desk with a grim purpose.
"It's Vali."
Now it was Azazel's turn for his expression to shift. The governor-general straightened his back and leaned forward. Though uneasiness flowed through his guts, he was needed as the Leader of the Fallen Angels.
"He has gone missing. It has been two weeks since the last time I managed to contact him."
As soon as Kuroka spoke, Azazel sighed in relief. This didn't sound that bad. The descendant of the original Lucifer had a tendency to disappear without any prior notice, so it wasn't something new. The news regarding Vali missing might not be too serious. He had known Vali ever since Vali was a child. The cold and arrogant brat was a battle maniac. Most likely even now he was looking for strong beings to fight and get stronger.
Finding Vali's actions amusing, he shook his head and gave a sly smile.
"There's nothing to worry about. I know that whatever happens, the boy will never go down easily."
Taking a moment to consider his next move, Azazel raised his hand to calm Kuroka as she was about to speak.
"I understand your concern for Vali. I know that brat from inside out. It's nothing out of the ordinary. However, if he won't contact me or you in the next few days I will send a search party, if he has really gotten himself into trouble or if they spot something too incriminating, they will report directly to me." Azazel let the arrangement settle before continuing.
Kuroka eyed Azazel for a moment before nodding slowly.
She was appeased, for now.
Kuroka had to admit that she expected Azazel himself to set out immediately. If he did, the half-devil would be found much quicker than anyone else searching. The ears on her head dipped, slowly lowering down as she continued to fret.
Mustering up a mask, she accepted that this was the best result. Kuroka plastered a playful smile.
"Well governor-general, I hope fate will allow us to meet each other soon nya~!" Kuroka grimaced inwardly at the cheesy line she threw at Azazel. The anxiety would surely swallow her if Vali didn't come back soon. That or the boredom might.
For all his flaws, the battle maniac kept the environment lively with all the adventures and fighting. Kuroka mused wistfully, she was really missing all that fun.
"Leaving so soon, eh?" Azazel asked her with a smirk.
"Unless you want to give shelter to a stray devil in your organisation. I wonder how your fellow leaders would react to this, nya~!"
Wearing a thin smile, Azazel could only shake his head in amusement. Kuroko being an S-class stray devil was not unknown to him. However, getting acquainted with an infamous criminal of the supernatural world reflected poorly on his faction. The disrepute of Grigori throughout the world did not help it either.
Azazel was falling into a slow depression due to his sacred gear research facing a lack of funding. The mere thought of it sent chills down his spine. Never in the thousand years that he has lived could he imagine research began by him, the Leader of Grigori can suffer defunding. De-fun-ding! The humiliation! The progress! The great tits under lab coats!
Preoccupied with his non-amiable thoughts, a sudden thought struck him. With appraising eyes the Fallen Angel directed his gaze towards the stray devil. She was still mulling over what to do, who to toy with, the usual.
Now that I think of it, the energy she is leaking and simultaneously absorbing seem to be under control. And the claim of having gone insane after absorbing the nature energy by devil higher-ups does not match their claims. So either she managed to grasp nature energy skillfully or something is very off. Several questions were running around in his mind as Azazel brooded over the situation that took place a few years ago in the underworld.
They had declared Kuroka a criminal for killing a high-class devil. He was her master as well, and so the devils residing there could not stand by this. She was assumed drunk on power. The official statement released by the Council of Devil Society did not match with her current state. It was this nugget of information that bugged him.
Perhaps Azazel was overthinking.
Taking advantage of the Fallen Angel's lack of attention, the Nekoshou picked up the scroll. It had caught her attention ever since she entered the room. Kuroka thought that she could distract him with her natural endowment long enough to play with it. But here Azazel was, preoccupied of his own accord.
"Where did you get this, Azazel?"
Bringing him out from his world, Kuroka questioned him. The tone she used, however, sounded more like a demand than a request.
Looking up, Azazel watched Kuroka roll the scroll in her hand, inspecting it. A grin split on his face. "You know something about this, don't you?" The Fallen Angel pressed.
"This… seal is quite familiar." Mumbling to herself, the Nekoshou caressed the scroll. Achingly familiar. Low as her voice was, Azazel still managed to catch enough.
"C'mon Kuroka, don't keep it to yourself." She definitely knows something. My instincts never fail. Excitement and curiosity spilled from Azazel as soon as he saw the gleam in her eyes. Leaning forward, he cajoled, "spill the beans~!"
"You never did answer my question, Governor-general?" Narrowing her eyes, the S-classed stray devil pulled herself from the temporary compulsion. She did not miss the flicker of disappointment as the Fallen Angel was forced to rein himself in. Truth to be told, the Nekoshou was slightly shaken herself. There was something up with the seal.
Azazel scoffed at the little act Kuroka was trying to put up. But nevertheless, there was no harm in telling her the truth.
"One of my subordinates found it during their missions. This little thing is giving me quite a headache. Now why don't you tell me your side of the story." He shrugged.
"Uhm... I must say, your subordinates found quite a problem for you." Flinching, she continued. "I don't quite remember where and when I saw this seal, but there's one thing I'm certain about. This belongs to a powerful mage who is not affiliated with any magic associations."
With a serious gaze, Kuroka placed the scroll on the desk. She held out her hand a few inches above the scroll. A small magic circle, with numerous characters circling inside, was deployed on the scroll.
"A mage who is not associated with any organisations... Has that person gone rogue?" Azazel cautiously asked, watching Kuroka study the scroll.
"It does not seem that the mage had gone rogue, but rather appeared out of the blue. Most likely, that person is acting of their own accord." Kuroka answered while concentrating.
"Do you know of them?"
"No, I've heard only rumours, from a reliable source at best."
Azazel put a hand under his chin as he poured his attention on the intel gained. What a turn of events. He was amused rather than concerned over the fact. A mysterious being, appearing in the supernatural world! Although, since he did not know the intentions of this person, it could either be good or bad. This anonymous person piqued his interest.
But one thing kept bugging him, the fact that his sources did not get a wind of this person was something not to be taken lightly.
As he pieced together the scant details of the mysterious person, Kuroka begins fiddling with the seal.
"Hey!"
Seeing the seal placed upon the scroll started to glow as if it would explode at any moment. He straightened himself and braced for impact. But before something could happen, Kuroka stopped the magic flow and stepped backwards.
The two stared at the scroll. The glow began to subside. It was not long before the seal reverted to its previous state.
"Did it work?" Azazel asked. Although he suspected the outcome of Kuroka's little experiment, his voice was filled with hope.
"As expected, no. The seal is designed to deceive prying eyes. In the end, you won't get anything but disappointment, nya~!" The stray cat ended her explanation with a shrug. What a waste. She thought she had found something to deal with her boredom. She could work on the seal all day, but it would be a futile effort when you know you would get nothing at the end of the day.
"Despite all of that, I've got a lead on it only because of you Kuroka." Azazel grinned widely as he showed his gratitude by deploying the teleportation magic under her feet.
"W-What the hell Azazel?"
Startling Kuroka by the sudden act, he chuckled. As his day started, he did not expect something good to happen. Although the nekoshou's involvement in matters didn't help much either. But he was grateful for the intel provided to him.
Getting rid of Kuroka was something he must do above all else or she would hinder his work.
Regaining her composure, Kuroka glared at the laid back leader. But realising that there was no reason for her to stay here anymore, She decided to let it go. "Keep this in mind governor-general. By possessing the scroll in your care will only invite problems at your door, nya~!" Giving him a wink before her whole body was engulfed by the magic circle, Kuroka warned him.
"I appreciate your piece of advice."
Azazel took out a phone from his pocket as soon as all traces of the stray devil cat left his room. Picking up the scroll, he formed the large magic circle next to him before tossing the same scroll in it.
"Hello, Naruto…"
Inside the massive church situated in Vatican City, two people were having a hushed conversion. Not wanting to take any risks despite the church being empty inside, they talked as quietly as possible. However, that did not stop their echoing voices.
"Are you sure about this? Perhaps you might not have seen it clearly. You did say it was all dark when you arrived at the place."
A feminine voice pierced through the stillness of the church as her voice carried the hint of surprise.
"I'm certain of it, Sister Griselda. The face of that man is burned into my memory."
The priest who seemed to be in his late 20s gritted his teeth as he spoke. The veins in his forehead popped in anger. Not even caring to hide his fury before his superior, the priest looked fixedly at Sister Griselda.
"Walking down the path of revenge will leave you nowhere. It will only cause you more pain. And by the time you realise, everything you hold dear will be gone. Please reconsider your decision." Frowning, sister Griselda tried to comfort the priest standing before her eyes. However, the pity in her voice did not go unnoticed by the priest which only seemed to anger him more.
"You… You do not understand the pain of mine. You have no idea how it feels to lose someone you love more than your life, dying in your arms." The priest mumbled, his eyes shadowed by the bangs. He continued as his body trembled in anger.
"Excalibur… it's stolen, right?"
Sister Griselda's eyes widened in shock upon hearing the claim but she hid it before the priest could catch on.
"Whatever you are saying is absurd! All the pieces of Excalibur are still in possession of the Catholic church, Protestant church of England and the Eastern Orthodox church. Somebody has given you wrong information."
Giving her a sneer, the priest said confidently. "How absurd? For a devoted Sister to speak lies. Heh… I'm well aware of the fact that the Catholic and Protestant churches lost their Excalibur blades to a cadre level Fallen Angel."
Dropping the bomb on Sister Griselda, the priest watched her expressions change to one of horror.
However, the priest did not expect her to keep lying.
"I don't know where you got the wrong intel. But I advise you to not run your mouth around like that. It will bring only problems to you."
Gnashing his teeth in frustration, the priest could only glare at her.
Before coming here to have a talk with Sister Griselda, he did not expect the events to turn out like that. Gaining an upper hand in this situation was something he had to do first. Otherwise, it wouldn't take much time for the church to get rid of a low-level priest. He had to play his cards carefully.
Taking a deep breath, the priest calmed himself. As nothing came to his mind, making him lose composure again. He decided to go for a risky path.
"Sister Griselda, I know you are trying to hide the truth and I understand why you are doing so. The church must be having a hard time finding the whereabouts of a fallen angel cadre who stole the Excaliburs, right?" The priest watched his superior listening to him calmly.
He continued.
"But what if I could provide the location of their whereabouts?"
Narrowing her eyes, Sister Griselda watched the priest grin ear to ear.
Bluffing.
That's the first thought that came to her mind. Something she must not fall for despite how desperate the church was for the pieces of Excaliburs. Even if he was telling the truth, it could be a trap set by the enemy. At this moment, when the church was facing several issues. They didn't have the luxury to make unnecessary moves. Maintaining her poker face, the priest's superior remained silent for a brief moment as he nervously waited for the response.
CLING!
Small communication magic deployed next to sister Griselda's ear. Causing her to avert her attention from the priest to the magic circle.
Not able to make something out of the conversation as it was too low for him to hear it, the priest was dismayed.
"I'm sorry. Something urgent came up. I have to go."
Ending her call, sister Griselda dismissed all the possible outcomes that could be obtained from the priest's intel. She gave him a quick nod before making her way out of the church.
Barely realising what had just happened, the priest could only watch her go.
"WAIT! WHAT? Stop sister. Please. We hadn't finished our discussion yet. How can you go without listening to me first?"
The priest ran towards her as soon as reality hit him.
"Sister I beg you, I wasn't lying to you when I said I have the information about fallen angel cadre Kokabiel's whereabouts."
The loud voice of a priest echoed in the empty church. Enough to make the sister stop in her tracks.
She was stunned.
How could this priest know?
Narrowing her eyes, she turned back with a cold steel gaze that seemed to pierce the very soul of this troubled priest.
The name of that person alone was enough to justify the credibility of the intel the priest possessed.
"What's the catch?"
The Sister closed the distance as she cut to the chase.
In the remote countryside of a certain country, Azazel was sitting at a peculiar little stream, holding a fishing rod. Although he did enjoy fishing, he did not seem to enjoy fishing right now.
This was all due to a certain someone.
His violet eyes wandered over the crystal clear water, catching sight of small fishes dancing around the hook. He watched the fish move and reluctantly backed off whenever it tried to grab its meal. Although, if this were to happen within any other day, he would have been delighted to watch it unfold.
Not today, however.
The fishing rod in his hand was acting merely as a distraction. It kept him away from the chaotic world for a while, but soon he had to return.
Deciding to spare the life of a small fish, he retracted the hook before it could take the bait.
What's taking him so long? Bored to death, Azazel whined as he looked around. It was true that the cause of the state he was in right now was because of a certain someone. But it would be a lie if he said the true purpose of his appearance in the remote countryside was on a whim.
He had another reason for it.
Something he was looking forward to for a while.
Sighing, he leaned back on the chair with his arms crossed behind his head. Ahh, What a relief… All. That. Paperwork. Finally! I managed to escape from hell. Well, literally 'HELL'. As his mind filled with such thoughts, he gazed at the clouds floating in the blue sky of the human realm. You did not get to see this beautiful sight in the underworld, and he envied it from the depths of his heart. If only he could become the cloud… Well, it was wishful thinking.
The corners of his lips still turned upwards from the thoughts.
The heat of the day started to rise as time passed. Despite being in the middle of summer, the temperature in the countryside was sweet and cool. The breeze was the icing on the cake, the atmosphere peaceful and enjoyable.
As his ears were busy listening to the singing of songbirds, a distinctive flapping sound brought him out from his musing. Azazel looked towards the source of it and soon, a huge grin split on his face as his gaze landed on the figure descending to the ground.
"Oi, Naruto! you're late." Azazel waved excitedly, his lethargy fleeing at the sight of the young Shinobi.
However, Naruto did not seem to be as pleased upon hearing Azazel. Withdrawing his twelve wings, they pulled into his body as he made his way towards fellow Fallen Angel.
"As if you don't know the reason for it." He growled.
He watched Azazel ignore his complaint, causing a tick mark to appear on Naruto's head. The reclining man pulled out another chair for the newcomer from his private space. Azazel's private space, as far as Naruto knew, works just like sealed spaces. A separate dimension, designed for the convenience of the user to store and retrieve as they intended.
Something Naruto found more convenient than the usage of storage scrolls.
Azazel gave a can of soda to the Fallen Angel as the blond made himself comfortable on the chair.
"Fufufu, don't tell me you got teleported somewhere else again."
Naruto turned his face away as he drank. This comment from Azazel caused his cheeks to turn pink. The unforgettable memories of his failures started to flash in his mind as he tried with his might to not think about that. But as Azazel's chuckling soon turned into a burst of full blown laughter, that did not help him much either.
"You perverted old geezer, stop laughing!" Having had enough of it, Naruto shouted at the man through his own heated flush.
Why in the world Almighty log!? To be humiliated by this fucking old pervert geezer.
Tears dramatically rolled down from the blond fallen angel's eyes as he whined about his misfortunes.
"Now, now, no need to get depressed. With some practice, you will get the hang of it in no time."
Azazel patted his back while trying to suppress his laughter. How could he not laugh, when the incidents were simply too funny. The memory of that time was still fresh in his mind. However, before he could re-play the scene in his mind once more, Naruto punched him in the face.
Ouch!
"Hey! What's for that?"
"For making fun of me."
Picking himself up from the ground, the older fallen angel rubbed his cheek. Ahh! That brat didn't hold back on the punch. A small but noticeable grin was still there on his face as he went back to his seat.
"So, how's it going?" Gulping down the water, Azazel asked the blond.
While he knew the answer Naruto would give, he still wanted to hear it from him. In hopes, the answer would be something he was expecting. But every time, the hopes and expectations become crushed by the never changing words of Naruto. And this time would be no different.
"Good, I guess?" Naruto said the first thing that came to his mind.
The answer didn't surprise Azazel a bit. He had seen this coming. Shaking his head in disappointment, he took a few sips of soda. Although he wanted to question Naruto more about his well-being, nothing good would come out of it. Instead, it might ruin the blond's mood.
Deciding not to take any risk, he let go of it. It would be better if he stopped beating around the bush.
Pulling out a scroll from inside of his coat, he stretched his hand out to give it to the blond.
"Here, take a look at this…"
Naruto tilted his head in confusion as he eyed the object.
Chapter End.
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