Azazel(POV)
While sitting in my office somewhere in the underworld, I Azazel, now prepared myself to go to the base of ***** for taking some countermeasures about the Controlled Dragon God named D.D.
My suit is a little crumpled so I use some magic to make them more flat and smooth. Applying some ointment on my goatee beard I look good to go.
But there is a problem I should take first. Need to make some distraction or decoy to go, the only issue is the Grigori doesn't know about my involvement with them.
If my connections were to leak the power balance of all factions might crumble, worse there could be another Great War but bigger dragging also the whole world.
" Where is it? Oh! There you are. " I scrummaged my inventory space to find one of my sacred gear research I've been busy with. " This is the right time to use you." I grinned with excitement.
Push...
A small box colored black is in my hands and I turn on my sacred gear tech to activate as my new substitute. " Hoooh. Now this is something I would be proud of, it was worth it teaming up with them to help go further for my research."
There appears a perfect copy or clone or android of myself not that it matters and it was a success the purpose of this sacred gear was to be used as a sparring partner for someone with a near level of a real one also it can be used as a scapegoat if ever the need to escape from a perilous situation.
" Just need enough aura and magic to start this sacred gear and it can function as a real one." Putting my palm on its head to transfer some of my energy to work. Not gonna lie I almost gave up on giving effort into this piece.
Centuries ago as I was almost finished with this research, there is a gear that is missing or a piece that is not yet found in this world.
It was something that could replicate difficult commands and moves independently like an A.I. I have to find it during the 1800s but A.I. is not yet invented either I know no knowledge about it.
I set aside my research and continue the other research of my sacred gears and there I cross a person that had a technology that surpasses that of heaven.
He had a ten-ring halo with strange markings engraved on them, wheeling around him, and each ring radiates different energy within them.
GASP...
Gasped at what I saw the man seemed to be injured all over his body, he ignored it like it was nothing and start ranting about the said organization. He said, " I need to go back in **** ( COUGH) this is ...huff..." I can't make out what he said because his voice is quivering.
I was about to reach out to ask him to join the fallen angel, but then he was dispersed in particles. " What the? " Suprised about him vanishing like that. " I didn't sense or detect any anomalies in the area. This is unheard of."
A lot of questions appeared in my mind that day so I visited the organization that had kept the anomalies in check ever since after the great war.
" Damn!? This is nerve-racking coming into their base via a secret passage." This organization is known to work discreetly but they always gave a hand to the three factions whenever they want.
They are rumored that if you meet one of its members your memories will be erased to avoid leaking and their removal of memory is too damn powerful, the people are said to be at least the level of a God or below some said a select few of them reach a world-ender class.
Upon thinking about it I thought " What have I got into? " I rest my hand on a small pillar of the entrance it recognizes my memoir logy.
AZAZEL, LEADER OF THE FALLEN ANGELS, STATE YOUR REASON AS TO WHY WE WOULD ALLOW SOMEONE LIKE YOU TO ENTER.
" I came here to seek some answers about a mysterious person who appeared days ago in the middle of nowhere."
SHOW US YOUR EVIDENCE. SHALL WE?
" Of course." I hate talking to this thing it makes me the dumb one here.
I take out one of my memory magic and invoke it to the pillar while I wait for its response.
Hmmmmm.
FIVE HOURS LATER.
What took them so long? I've been waiting here for hours, and there is only a talking pillar with me. It is unbecoming of it I better show them the leader of the Fallen Angel really do I
can go to war by myself.
" OY! OY!, OI. No response huh..." I shouted at the pillar and my face is full of impatient.
I prepared my huge light lance for the small pillar and someone is behind me.
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