Chapter 57: Abrupt Interruption!
"Things are just getting too god damn ridiculous…"
The heavy chatter and sound of machines filled the Fallen Angel's Headquarters in the underworld, Grigori. Walking past each lab, he had personally fitted for each of his past researches, Azazel was down the hallways of the HQ while reading a status report on the stolen sacred research they have gathered over the years.
It was just a couple of weeks ago that Azazel was called in because of an error dealing with the artificial sacred gear research being stolen by bits and pieces. As soon as he entered the facility all of the issues remained stagnant, the bugs that had occurred with their magic circles were still continuing but it was still at the rate where it was too faint of a trail to track the culprit.
So they've been watching for any rise in activities that could help them get a clue on who is doing all of this, but in the end nothing would change. Until Azazel decided to check more on the other research data that they kept filed away and later felt like kicking himself for not realizing the wool pulled over his eyes.
"In the end, we've followed along with their ruse, they wanted us to focus on the stolen sacred gear research. These sly bastards went after something else that's too forbidden to open."
Azazel held a file with a red Celtic dragon insignia on the front of it along with a few other folders with multiple biographies. There was even a black folder that gave off an ominous vibe.
"Azazel-sama, wait!" Rushing up to the Governor-General's side was Mittelt who now wore her usual gothic Lolita dress. In her hands were a stack of pages from a more recent report the other fallen angel leaders have devised.
"We don't have any time to stand around talking. Walk with me."
"O-Okay." Mittelt was off put by her leader's serious attitude.
"Tell me what's happening. First, how did someone bypass our security and hack us and how much more they've stolen from main database?" Azazel kept looking forward as he and Mittelt briskly walked down the busy hallways of the Grigori.
"We haven't been able to identify how they did, but we do know that they did hack us way before this incident started, they've been into our database for quite some time after the conference."
"So they waited, eh? Let me guess they remained frozen until it was the right moment to strike, right?" Azazel pushed opened a door without acknowledging that someone was behind it.
"U-Urh…" Mittelt was torn on whether to help the individual up or continue walking.
"Mittelt, keeping walking with me. Your report isn't done yet!"
Continue walking it is. Mittelt caught up and looked at the report, "Shemhazai-sama has been able to find that they're still continuing their hacking, as we speak they've uploaded and stolen more than a third of our information."
"Including the ones regarding the devils and their territory?" Azazel asked, he was quite concerned about that data because of the trading they've began with the other race.
"Their information was the first of the others to be stolen just like your private, forbidden files you kept to yourself." Mittelt hesitantly informed as she avoided eye contact with the peeved Azazel, "Right now, Shemhazai-sama is doing his best to slow down the uploading process, but it still won't stop that it's still ongoing."
"Chi, great." Azazel clicked his tongue, "Where is Kalawarner?"
"Right now she's with Raymond-sama being updated about that the status of the arm you took from that hooded person at the conference, they'll be sure to contact you when it will be ready for any experimentation." Mittelt said.
"Good, that takes high priority despite this mess we're in." Azazel looked a little discomforted by this turn of events, usually he would be the one having his enemies running around like chickens without their heads. Only a few people he knew or unthankfully knew could do this to him and most of them were either dead or fell of the face of the earth.
"Ah, there's also been word that we may have a lead on where to find the culprit."
Once those words entered his eyes, Azazel dropped his files through a magic circle and forcibly asked, "Tell me everything starting from how they were able to track it."
Mittelt gulped from the pressure her leader had around him and said, "We weren't able to trace the location of the culprit per-say, but we traced the one-way magic circle trail of the Gremory family to an unidentified island. We don't know if that is where the true cause of it is, but…" Mittelt trailed off.
His students weren't the ones to go to unidentified territories for nothing, and most of all Michael was with them so it can't be just a coincidence that it could be for something else. This issue can finally be resolved once he arrives to settle things.
"Prepare a magic circle to send us there, use coordinates that are nearby the island. If we can't directly be transferred there we'll just have to manage with flying the rest of the way there." Azazel found a way around that interference with magic circles and made his way towards the main room of the facility where they kept their transportation magic circles.
"Yes, Azazel-sama." Mittelt bowed and used a small magic circle to communicate with the staff to ready the coordinates.
Straightening his lab coat and grabbing his Downfall Dragon Spear, the modifications made to it were quite better than last time, but it still had some kinks to work out before it could be completed.
'It looks like I'll have to take you on yet another test run, Fafnir.' Azazel thought as he pocketed the spear.
Making their way to the magic circle that the Grigori staff was able to create in impeccable time, both Azazel and Mittelt entered and disappeared in a large flash of light. Their trip near the island should be quick once they unfurled their wings and fly to the aid of the Gremory family.
*Staaaaatic~!*
"What?" Mittelt gasped.
Suddenly the magic circle's transportation began to go all static as a pair of black gloved hands began to tear through the light surrounding them and enter the magic circle.
"Tch! Should have expected this. Things were going too easy for us…" Azazel gritted his teeth as he almost gasped at the sight as a body enters the magic circle.
"…" Standing in front of them was a five foot eight figure who wore the exact same black coated jacket as the person, Azazel fought at the conference. But instead they had a much more muscular and toned look despite looking young with the hood covering their head. They wore black gloves, black jeans, and black sneakers with red highlights.
"Identify yourself, why are you ambushing, Azazel-sama!" Mittelt didn't waste any time and formed a pink light spear as she stood in front of Azazel.
"…" The figure simply remained quiet.
He raised his hand rather slowly before…
*SNAP!*
*SHIIIIIIINE!*
Standing through a bright light Azazel found him and Mittelt in a windy wasteland as the bright light of the sun was on their faces. Well, he thinks so because the light was easy to see since the entire wasteland was in black and white. It was incredibly boring to just look at the place.
"What is this?" Mittelt looks around at the vast empty lot of the wasteland before her then turns back to stare at the figure before her just laying down on the ground, "Where are we?"
"…" The figure stayed laying down and kept quiet.
"Hey, I'm speaking to you just where the hell are we!?" Mittelt demanded.
"…" Picking themselves up the figure sat up and looks at the monotone sun before setting his eyes on the two fallen angels, preferably Azazel, who remained quiet once he caught a glimpse of something beneath the hood, violet eyes.
'This…feels strange.' Azazel felt an uncomfortable vibe about this ambusher, it was still threatening, but it just wasn't something he could fathom correctly, 'Who is this guy?'
"If you aren't going to talk then just get out of our way!" Mittelt threw two pink light spears at the figure who professionally got up on a knee and caught one while knocking the other into a rock formation beside him. He was holding onto light without it burning his hands!
"What in the-!" Mittelt gasped as she then felt something ooze out of the figure as a red strong aura wrapped itself around the light spear she threw and formed it into a massive dark red light spear. The figure prepared to cock it back slowly while aiming it at the two fallen angels.
"Dodge!" Azazel grasped the intentions of the hooded figure and grabbed Mittelt while soaring high up in the air.
*ZIIIIIIIING!*
*KaBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
A loud humming noise filled the air as the light spear was shot at almost light speed before it created a massive explosion in the horizon. The sheer strength of this guy was incredible, even Azazel could match that kind of light spear power output to his own. As the rough winds blew past him and the figure who was still on the ground he could have sworn he heard the words:
"I'm your distraction now feel my wrath…"
Suddenly those eyes that he saw were violet, shined red for a single moment before turning back to normal. Those eyes were still on him, Azazel could only sigh with a smirk once he realized that another catastrophe would be coming his way,
"Well…it looks like I'll just have to indulge myself in this fight before handling that problem."
Azazel allowed Mittelt to fly for herself and tell her to stay back from the quick little skirmish he'll be getting into. A pale-yellow aura surrounded his body as he sized up his quiet opponent who allowed his dark red aura to flow out in a more controlled and tamed fashion as it slowly amassed itself to look similar to that of a dragon's.
'This one seems different than the one before…' Azazel slowly pulls out his Downfall Dragon Spear and ponders on the thought of using it out of the blue, 'This will seriously cut in the time I will need to get there…just hang in there a little longer, kiddos. Your sensei has to deal with this stranger first.'
*SHING!*
Spinning the spear in his hand, Azazel stops to point it down and bellows, "Balance Break!"
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