The three return to the manor and sit in the living room, Amber and Jayleen sharing one couch while Kyle sits on another opposite of them. Amber and Jayleen had changed into clean clothes, both of them wearing red and white dresses.
"You're one for variety, aren't you?" Kyle asks Jayleen while raising an eyebrow at the two.
Jayleen pouts and flicks her hair, "I don't care, I like it."
The boy laughs and then leans against one of the cushions, wrapping his arms around it. The tension in the room's atmosphere couldn't feel thicker.
Minutes pass in silence after while everyone fidgets and stares around the room, before Jayleen finally speaks up. "Amber? Let's look at your sacred gear. I've never seen one before."
The three moved to the floor and all sit in front of a coffee table, with Amber in the middle. She holds out her hands and closes her eyes, imagining that same revolver that saved them.
A quiet "Whoah" from Jayleen makes her open her eyes. The gun was right there in her hands, laying in her palms.
She sets it on the table and the three stare at it, Kyle and Amber in awe, Jayleen with a little fright.
"Holy shit, that thing's scary.." Jayleen whispers, slowly starting to shiver.
"Really?" Amber asks, "It looks beautiful.."
Kyle nods in agreement before reaching to touch it. "This really is Blade Blacksmith.. Just a sub species."
Amber scrunches up her face, "What's Blade Blacksmith mean?"
"Blade Blacksmith is a sacred gear, it's owner can make any holy sword they can imagine. But you've never thought of touching a sword in your life, have you?" The angel explains before looking to Amber.
She shakes her head and wills the gun away, it blinking out of existence without warning. "No, not really." Another gun enters her mind, this time it's a double barreled shot gun. It appears in her hands just as fast as the other disappeared.
As it's set on the table, Jayleen begins to make her way back to the couch. "Just being close to that is making me sick."
Kyle laughs while he touches the metal, trailing a finger along to the wooden stock, tapping the holy crosses that decorate it. "Yeah, you're a vampire. It doesn't look like it's turning against it's owner, though. That's good."
Creativity fills her mind while her fingers point to the space above the table. A single shot pistol with an absurdly large bullet, a rifle, even a regular pistol. They all clatter down on the table harmlessly.
Then, Amber tries and imagines a sword with a glowing aura. She focuses on that shape for a few seconds before a dull pain presses into her head. "O-Ow! So I can't make swords then?"
"Well, your will changed the Sacred gear.. If you tried hard enough, you could try and turn it back if you wanted."
Amber shakes her head quickly, "No, no! I like it like this better."
While Amber and Kyle chat and create new guns, Jayleen excuses her self and cradles her mangled arm. "I'm turning in for the day, this pain's getting to me."
The two hardly notice. "Practice more and try making them magical, too."
"I can do magic?" Amber asks excitedly before Kyle hushes her.
"Not without practice and know-how. You should focus on your sacred gear and vampire powers, first."
All of these new goals gave Amber a hardened determination.
"Right! Tomorrow I'll ask Jayleen if I can."
A loud groan from Kyle's body cuts the two out of conversation.
"Do you guys have food or something?" He asks while frowning awkwardly.
"I think I saw a fridge yesterday. Let's check."
The two stand up and begin walking to the dining room, towards another door. They both gawk at the furniture on the way, far too regal looking than either were used to.
As the two reach the fridge, Amber opens it up. It's full of bags of blood. The pair groan before a voice catches their attention.
"Is there something you two need?" A lady in a white uniform asks Amber and Kyle, with a whisk in her hand. She has a flower bandana on her head that covers her hair.
Amber turns to her, "I'm so sorry, Miss! My friend here was hungry, and I was looking for food, and..-"
The lady cuts her off and approaches them, "You're Jayleen's new friend, aren't you? I'm Janice, one of the cooks here. Let me get you two something."
Kyle whispers to Amber, "You guys have servants?"
Janice whaps a countertop with her whisk, "Excuse me, I'm staff. Don't think you can talk like that about me because you're with Ba'al."
The two instantly straighten up, Kyle even bows. "I'm so sorry!"
Amber looks to Kyle and laughs quietly. "Thank you, Miss."
A pair of bowls are taken from one of the shelves, and a pot from another fridge. Janice takes a ladle and fills both of the bowls, then heats them one by one in a microwave. She sets them on a tray with spoons, then leads the two on to the dining room. "This is all we have for now, sorry. The guests ate all of the pizza I made earlier."
"Guests?" Kyle asks while sipping his soup with the spoon. It looks like tomato soup with lots of spices that scent the air.
"You know, where the blood comes from. Have to keep them fed, or it gets unpleasant and they complain." Janice explains while stretching her self out. "Though, it's tough getting used to the night shift. The lord told me I was working nights starting today."
Amber and Kyle both give a relieved sigh. "That's not very evil sounding.." He mutters as he digs in.
It's felt like forever since Amber ate last, and eagerly went at her soup. A whole day and a half with nothing but blood made it taste even better.
"What? The 'donations'? People get nice houses for cheaper, spend a day a week hanging out in the manor and eating good food while playing video games. I don't know or care if they are doing it to be nice, but it attracts less attention than missing people." She says while folding her arms and watching the two eat, looking happy about her work.
The pair were back in the living room and looking at the various guns Amber made. It hardly even felt like hours passed.
"So, it looks like you need to understand the firing mecha-" Kyle speaks before he's cut off by the sound of the large front doors opening and two men laughing.
They look to the lobby, Damacus and an equally tall man were walking in. The man wore an expensive looking black suit with a long coat. His chin has a well kept goatee while his head sports black hair with blond bangs.
"Governor General?" Kyle shouts while standing up. He stares at him in surprise, even rubbing his eyes.
The man laughs some more, "Kyle! It's good to see that you're alive, Ethyl said you died!"
Amber smiles awkwardly and looks to the floor, standing up as well.
The Governor General approaches Amber and pats her on the head, "And you're the one with the Blade Blacksmith Subspecies. It's good to meet you."
The world spins for Amber while her mind runs a mile a minute again. "Important person? Do I act formal? Do I smile? He's so big!" She looks up to the man with a relatively normal smile, "Hello mist-Sir! I mean sir!"
Damacus laughs and sits down on the couch, folding his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees. He props his head up on his hands and watches.
Amber's quickly snapped out of her awkward mind haze as she's patted over the back by the man, then does her best to try and act normal.
"No need to be formal with me. My name is Azazel. I'm here to apologize on behalf of Ethyl."
The girl says a meek "Thank you.." Before Amber can say anything else, Azazel's attention moves to the collection of guns on the table.
"This is your sacred gear, yeah? " He asks while lifting a rifle and looking it over. "Certainly unique. Not sure if it would handle as well as a sword would in combat, but we'll see!"
Kyle holds his hand on his bandaged abdomen and lets out a groan. He manages to avoid leaving a comment.
Amber nods as quickly as she can, "Yeah! Me and Kyle have been trying it out a bit."
Azazel laughs, "Did she shoot you again, Kyle? You won't ever be a good researcher unless you take a few hits from your test subjects!" It takes him a moment to calm down from what was hopefully his joke. "How about I give it a try, girl?"
She stares at the man, then at Kyle, then to Damacus. "Try? You want my guns?"
"No, no, I'm not taking away your guns. I want to see if you can hit me with it."
Amber, Damacus, Kyle and Azazel stand in the back yard of the manor. Kyle and Damacus sit and watch from a picnic bench, while Amber and Azazel stand ten feet apart.
"I didn't agree to this! Do I have to?" Amber shouts while looking at everyone, practically shaking.
"It'll be fine!" Damacus shouts back and laughs at the sight.
"You won't hurt me much, fire away!" Azazel says while holding his arms out and grinning.
Amber materializes a revolver and holds it with both hands, aiming right at the Governor General's chest. "Everyone's lost their minds.. I wonder if real angels are this crazy." She thinks before squeezing the trigger tightly.
The gun fires silently while the recoil knocks her hands up. A blue line whizzes right past Azazel's head.
"Come on! Lightly press the trigger, don't jerk it!" He shouts while remaining still with that grin plastered on his face.
"He didn't flinch? What the heck." She silences her mind after and then presses the trigger firmly, but steadily. The recoil doesn't catch her off guard this time, and the gun barely moves as it fires that blue line again.
It went straight towards Azazel's chest, but a blurred movement of light stops it in it's tracks.
"Whoah, what?" Amber shouts while the man laughs, "It's okay! Keep trying! That was a good one!"
She dismisses her revolver and creates a long rifle, slowly aiming the iron sights. Another bullet of blue light fires out, only to get parried by the phenomenon again.
Amber squints, drops her rifle and creates another one, aiming it much quicker than before at that stupid, grinning man. She fires, drops the gun, creates and fires again five more times before she's left panting. Each shot was parried.
While she presses the barrel of the gun into the ground and leans against the stock, Azazel approaches and claps. "Good try! It looks like the bullets themselves run off of your stamina instead of creating guns, since you looked fine in the living room."
He pats her head again, then stretches his arms up into the air. "So, Damacus. I've come to a decision."
Damacus stands up and approaches Azazel while smiling, "What is it?"
"I'll be making sure no more of my subordinates come attacking you or your kid. Since Amber is under your daughter's authority, she can stay here. Though, I want to leave Kyle here to watch and help her with her sacred gear."
Kyle snaps to attention with a distraught expression, "What? Why?"
"You two look like you've gotten along well, and I want someone to report on her."
The father nods after Azazel explains, "I understand. The lady won't like this, but I accept."
Azazel wraps an arm around his shoulders with a shrug, "Well, let's go drinking again another time."
Kyle's presses his hands into his face while groaning at the two, "Did you seriously negotiate with him in a pub again?"
Oh boy. Two chapters at once. I've actually had them both done earlier, but only got into doing the final edits today. Azazel is likely going to be one of the few characters from the main cast who show up. Hope I didn't butcher him too much, but I think I nailed his casual, mildly insane personality a tiny bit.