Kapitel 8: Underground Meeting

Hidden Meeting location, Neutral ground, Earth DXD

Micheal was experiencing levels of stress and confusion only comparable to when Father died. Yesterday, he was having a typical day managing the various responsibilities in Heaven. Then he received wave after wave of urgent news.

It first began with numerous holy scriptures going missing; and now it escalated with a supernatural war being at the forefront with the entire world watching.

Sitting silently in the well decorated, underground room in their own perspective chairs were; Azazel and Sirzechs. They had all called an emergency summit of their three respective factions, to discuss these Flügel; and what it means for the biblical and supernatural world at large.

Azazel, spoke up; his voice in a serious tone rarely heard: "What do you two know of them?"

Sirzcechs answered back in a tired voice;

"Besides that they arrived at the same time as Typhoon Mors; appear to be young angelic girls; are extremely dangerous; seemingly each encounter is on god level; and have made new records in stealing books. Not much."

I chimed in; "Same here, we've tried to make peaceful contact in passing; and have been blatantly ignored."

"They seem dead set on eradicating all fallen angels, obtaining any available book, and letting the general public know they exist. Any conflict ends with swift defeat, and their defeated opponents' heads; collected as a trophy."

"We have no records or evidence of their existence; beyond their arrival and residence within the Typhoon."

"The most popular, half baked, working theory we have is that, they are somehow connected to Father; and his passing. Since, their names are of seemly angelic origin, and are currently only targeting fallen angels."

Frowning Azazel sighed; "Our information is the same." "So far we've failed to gather information on the unknown leader who gave an alias on the sandstone tablet." "Any news on that front?"

"We both shook our heads slowly without hesitation."

Silence descended upon the room.

I spoke; "I'm thinking of organizing from my faction, a delegation to send, into Typhoon Mors. Will you two do the same?"

Sirzcechs; "I'm assembling one."

We both looked at Azazel; he shook his head, with cold unfeeling eyes. "We've lost too much; we've decided, we'll be primarily focusing on recuperating our strength."

Lifting myself out of my chair and examining my counterparts. Spoke; "Till next time gentlemen." And headed for the door.