Narrator's POV. Concurrent with Chapter 6. Inside The Enemy's HQ.
"Tell us what you know about Meredy," a light voice echoed. The human the sound originated from could not be seen, enveloped in the darkness, "We know you are in contact with her!"
"I'd never tell you idiots anything," Angel murmured as she gasped for air.
"Fine. Be that way. I'll be leaving you to it for the time being. But I can't leave you without a gift can I? How about this, eh?" The darkness was suddenly lit up. A bright green aura enveloped a slim man in a black cloak with gold outlines. His hair began to rise, tied with a silver bobbin, and long enough to reach his waist. He pointed at Angel and began writing words in mid air, very slowly. "Shāpu Kotoba".
Angel suddenly felt an increasing pain. It felt like her body was being cut up into pieces. Blood began gushing out of the last thing she sees is the man walking up to her. His eyes directly looking at hers. He once again utters, "Shāpu Kotoba."
The dangerous man slowly walks out of the room. Ganaroth and Epitre stand in the hallway, quickly bowing down. "Excellent work Master Akitā," the both utter in unison.
"You truly are the devil's author," Ganaroth began, "We are honoured to have such a brillia-,"
"You failed," Akitā growled, "I'm giving you and your pathetic squad another chance to do some work instead of sucking up to me every god damn time I see you." Akitā wrote another letter directly on both of Epitre and Ganaroth's forehead. "Bye!" The duo were immediatly launched through many walls and into the room in which the rest of their squad was resting.
Ganaroth slowly stood up, panting and gasping, bruised everywhere. "We're leaving for a mission. But first, I need to rest, for a while."