Chapter 72: Advice from Azazel

"Whoa, wait a minute Issei, that's Azazel??" Asked Sagi in shock.

"Governor General of the Fallen Angels?" Katrina asked, wanting to be clear.

"Yeah that's him," confirmed Issei, "I should know, I met the douchenozzle plenty of times." Sagi then readied his own Sacred Gear, what appeared to be a small black dragon bug on his left wrist. Azazel chuckled at the display of everyone ready to attack, but was undeterred,

"You can come at me all at once, but that will still end in failure."

"You seem pretty sure of yourself," said Damon, cocking his gun and setting the switch to 'dark.' Azazel laughed at Damon and his gun,

"Do you really think that uzi of yours is really going to do any good against-?"

Badada!

Azazel looked down at his leg where Damon let loose a burst of bullets, not feeling the impact so much, but he found out plenty quick that the bullets were encased in a weak black fire, scorching his leg just enough to get his attention, and even exclaim, more from surprise than pain.

"Ow...OW! What the...?"

"That black fire might not be as strong as Dahlia," began Damon, "but that should be made up for by YinYangs larger calibur bullets." Azazel looked down at his injured leg, then back up at Damon, "Don't think that is impressive? I also managed to pop in a setting to where it can switch between that, normal rounds, and holy light rounds." Everyone looked at Damon, confused as to why he would have such a weapon. "The light rounds is in case we are in a rating game against a fucktard like Riser again." The others nodded in understanding, save for Gasper, who had no knowledge as to who Riser was. Adrian turned to Azazel,

"Well if that is settled, how about you tell us why you're here before I let Damon send the next few rounds in your lap." The fallen angel chuckled,

"Well, believe it or not, I didn't come to start a fight. I came to see if that Holy Devil Sword guy is here."

"Kiba is not here, and if you know what's good for you, you would stay away from him," warned Adrian, stepping closer to Azazel, the tip of his blade getting dangerously close to the fallens neck.

"Adrian Micheals, ever the defiant one, especially in that rating game with Riser Phoenix." Adrian popped his neck,

"I have a habit of defying the odds as well as those who think themselves superior of me." Azazel shrugged,

"So no Holy Devil sword guy, huh? Boring!" He yelled, purposely annoying those present, then turned to the tree where Gasper was hiding behind, "Hey, adorable vampire!" The boy gasped from behind the tree, and poked his head out just enough to see Azazel. "Forbidden Balor View, huh? You know, this type of Sacred Gear can wind up extremely dangerous if the users capacity is too low." He then turned his attention to Sagi, "And let me guess, you have the Black Dragon Pulse, Absorbtion Line, right?" Sagi blinked at Azazel, unsure of what he was meaning, "During practice you should get that one to connect to a vampire so he could take away that extra power no one can control." The others gasped, with Adrian and Sagis' interest peaked,

"'Take away extra power?' That sounds almost like..." Adrian looked down at his gear arm, and Penglog spoke from inside,

"Like me? Yeah it should. I trained the evil fucker," said Penglog.

"So my gear is similar to that of Adrians'?" Asked Sagi, looking down at his own gear.

"Don't tell me you didn't know," said Azazel, "Your Sacred Gear has the power of the Evil Black Dragon King. Otherwise known as Prison Dragon, it scatters the power of whatever it comes into contact with. Of course attaching itself to something for a short period of time is another perk." Sagi stared at his gear arm, seemingly appreciating it more now than before,

"This thing is more badass than I thought!" He murmured.

"Although, actually there is a faster and simpler way to go about it..." hinted Azazel, to which Adrian raised an eyebrow suspiciously, yet prodded for more information,

"Go on..."

"He could drink the Red Dragon Emperors blood." Gasper whined at the thought, and Issei clenched his fists,

"Hope you don't mean me, because I don't do vampire bites!" Damon rolled his eyes at Issei,

"Just what other Red Dragon Emperor is there Issei? Please, tell me, what other brown haired, pervy as fuck dragon boy is there?" Adrian shook his head at Damons' sarcasm, and turned back to Azazel,

"We aren't turning Issei into vampire food," Adrian stated, making it clear that using the perverts blood wasn't an option.

"Don't get mad at me," Azazel lazily defended, pointing to Gasper, "He's the vampire."

"And you're the fallen fucktard who decided to approach a set of devils," said Damon, aiming YinYang at the Governor Generals head. Azazel casually turned away from the group, aiming to leave. "Well the blood thing is best, but I'm sure you guys can figure it out."

"Hold on a sec!" Shouted Issei, making Azazel stop, "I want to know why you hid your identity when you first contacted me!"

"Oh right!" He said, as if just now remembering. He paused, thinking of his answer, and he looked over his shoulder at the devils, "That's just kind of my thing," he topped with a smirk. He then walked away, apparently able to shrug off the bullets stuck in his leg from Damon.

"So he's the Governor General of the Fallen Angels?" Asked Xenovia in disbelief. "I do not understand him."

"What's there to understand?" Asked Damon, stashing YinYang in his coat, while Adrian made sure Azazel walked away, not turning back for any reason.

Night fell rather quickly, and the group of devils gathered in the gym to continue Gaspers training. The dhampir in question was now dressed in the girls gym uniform by his request, consisting of a white tee shirt and blue shorts. Issei was dressed in his grey track suit, ready to take his turn in training Gasper. What stood out the most was a long grey tongue stuck to the top of Gaspers head, originating from Sagis' Sacred Gear as he stood on the sidelines with the others. Gasper and Issei, however, were standing in the middle of the gym, on opposite sides of a volleyball net, the latter of which held the ball and was standing on a large wooden box, elevating himself.

"Now remember Gasper," called Adrian, the goal is for you to stop the ball, without stopping us! Okay?" Gasper gulped,

"Okay...I'm ready."

"Alright, have at it!" Shouted Adrian, spiking the ball directly at the boy, only for him to shout and vanish in a pink flash, the ball bouncing harmlessly on the ground.

"Whoa! Did he just dissappear?" Asked Sagi, unsure of what just happened. Damon groaned loudly into the air,

"He stopped the ball, but he also stopped us too! Dammit!" Koneko was then seen dragging a wailing Gasper to the center of the gym by the back of his shirt.

"Guess who was trying to run away again?" Damon brought a palm to his face,

"At least what we tried earlier he had a reason to freak out this badly." Katrina glared at Damon, being the only one who heard him,

"Honestly? At least what you did gave Issei this idea!"

Two hours earlier...

Right as the sun was beginning to sink behind the horizon, Gasper was dressed in a black leather outfit with a matching trenchcoat, high heeled boots, and dark sunglasses, with Damon, Adrian and Katrina standing opposite him, the first mentioned holding his hands behind his back.

"I really don't know why...but I kind of like the outfit," Gasper said with a blush.

"Why is Gasper dressed like that?" Adrian asked, clearly uncomfortable.

"Well originally I wanted to dress him up as Neo, but he wouldn't have it," said Damon, "So to get him to shut up, I went with Trinity."

"Okay but why is he dressed like that?" Asked Katrina, already growing impatient with Damons' shenanigans.

"It's part of the training," said Damon, bringing his hands forward and revealing YinYang in his hands. Gasper squeaked upon seeing the gun, and the others were ready to jump at a moments notice. "Alright Gasper, all I want you to do is stop the bullets before they hit you ready? Yes? Good! Here we-!"

"NO!!" Adrian and Katrina both made a mad dash for the gun, making sure Damon didn't fire a single round.

Present...

"I still like my idea better," grumbled Damon, folding his arms immaturely. He then decided to listen in on Issei and Sagis' conversation out of boredom,

"...but I wonder why Azazel helped us...and what about that blood thing?" Issei shivered in disgust, "The whole idea of it just freaks me out."

"Me too!" Squeaked Gasper, "I hate blood so much!" Everyone looked at Gasper in utter confusion.

"Gasper you're half vampire. How can you be grossed out by blood?" Asked Adrian.

"I can't help it! The smell of blood makes me want to puke! I hate that stuff!" Gasper continued to squeak, to which Damon growled, reared his head back and roared into the air,

"Are you FUCKING FOR REAL?!!" Damon glared hard at Gasper, pointing directly at him, "You sir, are the worst fucking vampire EVER!!!" Gasper then sank to his knees, wailing loudly,

"Why are you so mean to me Damon?!" Adrian brought a palm to his face, and Katrina shook her head,

"At this rate, the his voice is going to be the only thing properly trained..."