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Chapter 15

The Forsaken Halo

Sona reached for the Chemistry lab door handle, her movements deliberate and cautious. She gently pushed the door open, the light from within the lab growing brighter, revealing its contents. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene before her, ready to confront whatever—or whoever—was the source of this after-hours mystery in the Chemistry lab.

As Sona stepped into the Chemistry lab, her eyes quickly adjusted to the bright fluorescent lights. The room is in a state of organised chaos, with various chemicals and equipment spread out across the tables. Numerous test tubes, each filled with lightly coloured liquids, were meticulously arranged in racks, their contents gently swirling.

Her curiosity deepened as she moved closer, her gaze sweeping over the array of chemicals and glassware. It is clear that someone has been conducting experiments here. The site is intriguing yet unusual for a high school lab.

Drawing upon her heritage and knowledge as a devil medical expert, Sona reached out with a sense of magic to analyse the substances. She carefully picked up one of the test tubes, observing the liquid's properties. As she focused, her innate abilities began to unravel the composition of the potion.

To her surprise, the analysis revealed that the substance is a low-quality pain relief potion. This discovery was unexpected, to say the least. The creation of such potions was not a typical activity for a high school Chemistry class, and it certainly required a level of expertise beyond the ordinary.

Sona's mind raced with questions. Who had been experimenting with such potions in the school lab? What is their intent? The concoction, while not dangerous, is certainly out of place in this setting.

Her expression is one of bewilderment and intrigue, Sona carefully placed the empty test tubes back in their rack. The realisation that someone in the school had the knowledge and intent to create such potions was a puzzle that piqued her strategic mind. She knew this was a matter that required further investigation, and possibly, the involvement of her peerage.

Taking the remains of the potion that was concocted, she quietly exited the lab, turning off the lights and closing the door behind her, Sona's thoughts were abuzz with theories and plans. This unexpected discovery in the Chemistry lab was a mystery that she was now determined to unravel.

"Kaichou?" Tsubaki's concerned question went unanswered as Sona rushed to the Student Council room, Tsubaki running to catch up to her.

Just as Sona was pondering the implications of her discovery, the back door of the Chemistry lab creaked open. Out of the shadows emerged Issei, followed closely by his two friends, Matsuda and Motohama.

Issei, with a grin stretching from ear to ear, looked particularly pleased with himself. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glee, typical of his often overly enthusiastic and sometimes misguided adventures. He is animatedly talking about their recent escapade in the lab, oblivious to the seriousness of Sona's earlier discovery.

Matsuda and Motohama, on the other hand, seemed less enthused. They are whispering to each other, their expressions a mix of excitement and apprehension. "We need to steer clear of these mad science experiments, Motohama," Matsuda muttered under his breath, glancing nervously back at the lab.

Motohama, adjusting his glasses, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, Matsuda. I think Issei's getting a bit too carried away with this stuff."

Their conversation, though hushed, is a clear indication of their mixed feelings about the evening's activities. While they are always up for some misadventure with Issei, the realm of experimental potions and unknown concoctions is clearly out of their comfort zone.

Issei, still chuckling and seemingly in high spirits, led the trio away from the lab. He is talking animatedly about the next big plan, completely unaware of the potential consequences of their actions in the lab. The trio's banter echoed down the hallway as they disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and concerns.

As Issei turned to talk about his plans to his friends, he sensed their hesitation, taking this as his cue, quickly seized the opportunity to regain their enthusiasm. He turned to face Matsuda and Motohama, his smirk widening, a glint of playful mischief in his eyes.

"Hey, if you guys want a peeping potion, you've got to earn it," he teased, his tone light yet persuasive.

Matsuda and Motohama, initially reluctant, are immediately intrigued by the mention of a 'peeping potion'—a concept that aligned perfectly with their mischievous and often perverted antics. Like a switch has been flipped, their apprehension turned into eagerness.

"Do you really think it's possible to make, Issei?" Matsuda asked again, his voice filled with a mixture of scepticism and hope. As he witnessed Issei's handiwork just a few moments ago, he will give the brunette the benefit of the doubt.

Motohama leaned in closer, his curiosity once again piqued. "Yeah, can you actually make a potion that would... you know," he trailed off, the implication clear in his hopeful expression with his hands moving, making sweeping gestures as if catching something large.

Issei's smirk blossomed into a full-fledged grin, relishing the moment of victory as he had successfully rekindled his friends' interest. He leaned in, adopting a conspiratorial tone.

"Of course, it's possible," Issei declared confidently. "With the right ingredients and a bit of... creativity, we can make anything happen."

His statement, though vague on the specifics, is enough to reignite the adventurous spark in Matsuda and Motohama. The trio, now united in their new misadventure, began to discuss their plan with renewed vigour and excitement.

Their laughter and excited chatter filled the streets as they walked away from the school, their minds alight with the possibilities of what they could achieve with their newfound knowledge of potions. Unbeknownst to them, their actions would soon become a topic of interest and concern among their peers, particularly for those like Sona, who had a keen sense of responsibility and interest in the goings-on within Kuoh High.

After their animated discussion, the trio eventually reached a point where their paths diverged, signalling the end of their night's escapade. They exchanged hearty goodbyes, each one heading in a different direction, their minds still buzzing with the plans they had concocted.

Meanwhile

With Aurva

After school, Aurva and Elena embarked on a personal mission, one that required discretion and careful planning. They plan to locate the residence of a certain 'Old Crow,' the fallen general whose reputation and influence in the supernatural world are well-established. The mission is more than just a casual inquiry; it held significant implications for both of them.

Navigating the streets of Kuoh, they moved with a sense of purpose, their steps confident yet cautious. The city, bustling with the usual evening activity, provided a cover for their discreet operation. Aurva, with his keen analytical skills, had gathered enough intelligence to lead them to a specific luxurious apartment complex, rumoured to be the Old Crow's current residence.

Both from his memory of the Anime and the search he did prior for a lecherous man with a weird gold bang from his midnight black hair. Aurva's search in the red light district yielded results and both of them silently made their way to the Fallen general's residence.

The apartment complex stood out in its opulence, towering over the surrounding buildings with an air of exclusivity. Its sleek, modern architecture is a testament to the wealth and status of its inhabitants. Aurva and Elena paused at a safe distance, observing the entrance and the security measures in place. They knew that approaching a figure like the Azazel required tact and careful consideration.

Elena, with her sharp observational skills, noted the patterns of the guards and the security cameras. "We need to be smart about this," she whispered to Aurva.

Aurva nodded in agreement, his mind already racing with potential strategies. "We need more information. Let's see if we can find a less conspicuous way to make contact," he suggested.

Their next step is crucial. They considered different strategies, like sending a secret message or finding an insider close to the Old Crow to set up a meeting. The risks are high, but so are the stakes. However, Aurva realized these options won't work. Aurva knew Azazel's presence in Kuoh is a secret.

And he didn't think the man would escape anywhere. Even when Kokabiel threatened to destroy Kuoh, he didn't interfere even though he was in the same city. Though he sent Vali. It doesn't count as direct action. He had this gut feeling that said Azazel wouldn't escape even if they made a direct confrontation. However that doesn't mean he won't restrain the man as soon as he can. He is too dangerous if left free.

Then, an idea struck Aurva. His skill, ID Create, could be the solution. It created an alternate space, sealing off an area. He could let people in, but without ID Escape, no one could leave, including himself. Aurva believed the system would recognize the end of their confrontation as a cue to release them, assuming they weren't dealing with a Monster ID requiring them to fight.

He shared his plan with Elena. "I think I have a way. We use ID Create to trap Azazel in an alternate space. It's risky since we'll be locked in too, but it's our best shot at a discreet approach."

Elena considered this, understanding the risks and benefits. "That could work," she agreed. "It's a controlled environment, which gives us the upper hand. We'll be in it together, and as long as we're prepared, we should manage."

Aurva nodded, relieved at her agreement. "Exactly. We'll have control over the situation. It won't be easy, but it's the best option we have."

They both understood the gravity of the situation, ready to face the challenges of their crucial mission.

Aurva activated ID Create as they jumped into Azazel's apartment. The world around them shimmered, and they are suddenly enclosed in an alternate space with the same layout. It was a dimension of the System's creation, a place where they could confront Azazel without outside interference.

Replica Creation successful.

ID: Kuoh is now available. The system chimed nonchalantly. Aurva didn't know if he should laugh or cry so he simply ignored it.

As they moved, Elena stood ready, her senses heightened and her mind sharp. She is prepared for any eventuality, knowing that in such a controlled environment, the element of surprise is on their side. She trusted Aurva's abilities but is also aware of the limitations of their plan. No one could escape from this space, not even them, until the confrontation reached its conclusion.

Aurva felt the familiar surge of energy as the alternate space stabilized. He is aware of the risk they are taking, locking themselves in with a figure as unpredictable and dangerous as Azazel. Yet, he also knew that this is their best chance to address the situation directly, without collateral damage or unnecessary chaos.

As they swiftly made their way to Azazel's house, Aurva with Arondight in hand, as he didn't want to take chances, Arondight bolstered his resolve as he and Elena prepared to confront Azazel as they reached his house. Where he can sense a high surge of magic from his Magic Sense.

The confrontation is planned with meticulous precision. Aurva and Elena knew that facing Azazel, a figure of immense power and influence, required not just courage but also strategy and the element of surprise. Arondight is central to their plan, its powers crucial in ensuring they could detain Azazel with minimal effort.

As they approached the room, Aurva's grip on Arondight tightened, the sword's magic thrumming in harmony with his own. Elena, standing beside him, is a picture of focus and determination. She is ready to provide support with her own abilities, complementing the power of Arondight.

As they jumped into Azazel's residence, they found him relaxing in a pool reading some porn mags from his sheepish expression, Aurva assumed he didn't expect them to come for him. Elena used Gravity on Azazel to keep him rooted to the spot. While Aurva pointed Arondight towards Azazel.

Azazel, caught off guard by their sudden appearance, is initially amused by the audacity of the confrontation. However, his amusement quickly turned to surprise as he sensed the power emanating from Arondight and the serious intent behind Aurva's eyes.

Before Azazel could react, his body froze, and he could feel enormous gravity press on him, while Aurva stepped forward, Arondight in hand, its blade glowing with a powerful light.

"Chains of Judgement," he said, using the attack that's opened as part of Arondight's Balance Breaker. Depending on the nature of the being, the chains can change nature like Demonic chains, Dragon chains or as in this case, they are Holy chains of Judgement.

The holy magic released by the sword converged around Azazel at a moment's notice, not allowing him to escape, restraining him. Azazel, caught in the chains, found his movements restricted, his powers momentarily suppressed by the might of Arondight. The sword, coupled with Aurva's confidence and skill, is proving to be an effective tool against even the most powerful of beings.

Seeing him restrained gave Aurva hope that they could do it and as he relaxed, he saw the box floating above Azazel's head. Which stunned him into silence.

Name: Azazel

Lvl: ?

Title: Governor General of Fallen Angels

Azazel is the first person Aurva couldn't see the level off. He supposed it is to be expected of the Governor General of Fallen Angels and his soon-to-be...

Seeing Azazel restrained, Elena quickly joined Aurva, using her abilities to reinforce the containment, ensuring that Azazel remained detained while they spoke. The combination of Arondight's power and Elena's skills created a formidable barrier, one that even Azazel couldn't easily break.

Despite the seriousness of his predicament, Azazel's initial response is one of wry amusement mixed with a hint of respect for the audacity and skill of his captors.

"Well, this is a surprise," Azazel remarked with a sly grin, his eyes glinting with a mixture of intrigue and admiration. "To think you'd catch me in such a... compromising position." He glanced down at the porn magazines now floating away in the pool, a chuckle escaping his lips.

His gaze then shifted to Aurva, standing confidently with Arondight, and to Elena, whose focused expression hadn't wavered. "I must say, I'm impressed. Not many have the guts—or the ability—to pull off something like this. Especially with a sword like this and 'Chains of Judgment'. It appears to be a legendary weapon in the hands of a worthy wielder." He whistled in appreciation.

Azazel's tone is casual, almost conversational, but there is a sharpness in his eyes that spoke of his keen intellect and deep understanding of the situation. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Despite being restrained, Azazel maintained a composed demeanour. He did not struggle against the chains or the gravitational force; instead, he seemed almost relaxed, as if he found the entire scenario more interesting than threatening.

"You've obviously gone through a lot of trouble to get my attention. Let's not waste time with trivialities. Speak your purpose," Azazel continued, his expression turning more serious. Aurva can see the similarities between the man in front of him and the Azazel he can remember from the Anime. He focused back on the present.

Maintaining his strong composure in front of the restrained Azazel, he began to narrate his predicament, the story of 'his origins' as a half-fallen angel. His voice was calm, but there was an underlying current of emotion as he recounted the tale his 'mother' had revealed in her final moments.

"My mother, on her deathbed, told me of my heritage," Aurva began, his gaze steady on Azazel. "She said I was half fallen. Half human." He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Do you remember her, Azazel?" He said, his eyes piercing Azazel's.

Azazel, still in the clutches of the Chains of Judgment, raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "A half-fallen offspring? Intriguing," he mused, his mind visibly cycling through memories. He was sure all of them were safe when he had his fun. "You look 20ish years old, so let's see..." He started listing names, a catalogue of past acquaintances, each name representing a different time and place.

"Lilith from Rome... Cassandra from Athens... Isabel from Cairo..." Azazel continued, his tone nonchalant, but his eyes keenly observing Aurva's reactions.

With each name, Aurva's annoyance grew, his grip on Arondight tightening slightly. It is clear that none of the names mentioned are the ones he is looking for. "None of those," Aurva interjected, a hint of impatience in his voice.

Taking a deep breath, Aurva finally said the name, leaving everything to his luck "Helga. Helga from Germany. She told me you are my father."

The name hung in the air between them, a key piece of the puzzle that was Aurva's existence. His eyes narrowed, scrutinising Azazel for any sign of recognition or reaction.

Azazel, momentarily silent, appeared to search through the depths of his vast memory. The mention of Helga from Germany seemed to strike a chord, his demeanour shifting subtly. "Helga, you say?" he repeated, his voice lower, more contemplative. "That does ring a bell."

Azazel, sensing the gravity of the situation, raised his palms in a gesture of surrender, the chains still binding him. His demeanour shifted from casual curiosity to a more serious tone, recognizing the significance of Aurva's claim. "Alright, let's cut to the chase. What do you want to do with me?" he asked, his voice carrying an edge of seriousness.

He didn't feel any different knowing Aurva is his son. He is sure as hell knew he fathered thousands of sons in his illustrious long life as Fallen. Another one doesn't make a difference. Though the kid's power, tracking and analytical skills certainly piqued the old goat's interest.

Knowing that he had to make an impact to drive his point home, Aurva took a step back and, with a focused expression, flesh ripping sound echoed in the room, the blonde unveiled his eight majestic crow-like wings. The wings, a striking manifestation of his half-fallen heritage, unfurled with ethereal grace, casting a mesmerising glow in the dimly lit room. The sight is not just impressive; it is a rare display of power, especially for one who turned into a fallen angel.

Azazel's eyes widened in recognition and fascination as he observed the wings. It had been a long time since he had seen such a potent manifestation in a half-fallen. He could sense traces of his power in the glow emanating from Aurva's wings. Although his scientific mind considered the possibility that the sword might be influencing Aurva's magic, but the familiarity of the power is undeniable.

Aurva, standing tall with his wings displayed, addressed Azazel calmly. "I honestly don't care about you, Azazel. But I also don't intend to harm you, for my mother's sake. My purpose here is to give you a warning, nothing more, nothing less. I don't want you interfering in my affairs."

Though Azazel wondered why would he go after him if he didn't reveal himself, the shining sword in his hand made itself known, making the Fallen General understand the meaning of his words. For someone passionate about research and sacred gears, he is sure as hell not gonna leave such a powerful sword from examination.

Not to mention his underlings, especially Kokabiel's, brainless actions to cause chaos. 'So he did his research about Grigori,' Azazel mused. Knowing he didn't have much of a choice and he would get another time to examine the sword, Azazel slowly nodded, making his decision.

"I see. A warning, then. Given your... abilities, and apparent lineage, I'm willing to accept it," he replied, his tone acknowledging the seriousness of Aurva's request.

The dynamic between them had shifted. Aurva, with his display of power and lineage, had established himself as a force to be reckoned with, one that even Azazel, with all his experience and power, recognized and respected. Not that he can't beat the blonde. It definitely needs preparation.

Elena, who had been quietly supporting Aurva, gave a subtle nod of approval. Their mission was accomplished – they had delivered their message and demonstrated their strength.

Aurva retracted his wings and with a final nod to Azazel, signalled Elena to release the gravitational hold. As the chains of Arondight dissipated, Azazel rose, his expression a mix of respect and curiosity about the implications of this encounter.

Before Azazel could act, Aurva and Elena made their exit, leaving the old goat to ponder the revelation of his newfound son and the warning he had received. 'Things are certainly interesting.' Azazel thought as he saw the duo disappear in a magic circle.

As expected, the system recognised their exit from Azazel as the required parameter and the ID was broken, ejecting them to the real world. Taking this as their chance, Aurva and Elena left Azazel's residence, the tension from their encounter gradually dissipated. Aurva glanced at Elena, and with a mutual understanding, they disappeared into his magic circle, reappearing in Paradise.

Once in the safety and seclusion of Paradise, they allowed themselves a moment to reflect on their accomplishment. The plan to subtly influence Azazel's mind, to implant the notion of Aurva being his son, had been a resounding success. Azazel's recognition of Aurva upon seeing the display of his wings confirmed that their intricate manipulation had worked precisely as intended.

Aurva turned to Elena, a look of gratitude in his eyes. "Your timing was impeccable," he said. "The moment I unveiled my wings, I could see the recognition in his eyes. Our plan worked, he truly believes I am his son now."

Elena nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "It was a risky move, but we pulled it off. Your wings were the perfect trigger to solidify the implanted memories. It reinforced everything we needed him to believe."

The success of their plan was a significant step in their larger strategy. By influencing Azazel to accept Aurva as his son, they had not only secured a powerful acquaintance but also positioned themselves more favourably in the complex web of supernatural politics. Ensuring safety to Aurva if need be.

Aurva's expression turned thoughtful as he considered their next move. "We have Azazel's acknowledgement now. This gives us a new level of influence over the Fallen though I'm not sure if he shares this with his Cadre."

Elena thought about it, her mind already racing with possibilities. "We need to be strategic about how we use this new leverage. I'm sure telling this to Devils is a no-no."

"I-" Just as Aurva is about to reply, Ddraig appeared in front of them with delightful news for the enigmatic blonde, the success and further research of potions by Issei. Which made Aurva think of other ways of enhancing the properties of his potions.

Before he could dive deep, he got a ping from the System, alerting him that Akeno's in an emergency. Aurva raised an eyebrow, from his canon knowledge, any strong important events didn't happen at this time? With a shrug, he decided to respond.

With Azazel

After Aurva and Elena's abrupt departure, Azazel was left alone in his residence, the silence a stark contrast to the tension-filled encounter that had just unfolded. He slowly eased himself out of the pool, his movements deliberate as he processed the events.

Internally, Azazel was a whirlwind of thoughts and calculations. He was an individual of immense experience and intellect, particularly known for his curiosity and analytical mind. The revelation of Aurva as his son, while surprising, didn't significantly alter his emotional landscape. Azazel was aware of his numerous offspring; one more, under normal circumstances, wouldn't have made much of a difference. However, Aurva was not an ordinary case.

What truly intrigued Azazel was Aurva's display of power and the presence of the legendary sword. Though he didn't know which sword it is, Azazel is sure it is a Legendary one. The elegance and magnificence of the blade wouldn't accept anything less. Not to mention the manifestation of eight wings, a rare and potent sign of a strong fallen angel lineage, had caught him off guard. It was an impressive display, and Azazel couldn't help but acknowledge the strength and potential Aurva possessed.

'That sword... is not just any weapon,' Azazel thought, his mind racing with the possibilities of such an artefact. 'And the Chains of Judgment... It's a Balance Breaker, no doubt. But how did Aurva come to wield it?'

Azazel considered the implications of their meeting. Aurva's warning to stay out of his affairs was clear, and Azazel understood the weight behind those words. He knew that crossing paths with Aurva could lead to unpredictable outcomes, especially given the power Aurva had just demonstrated.

Yet, what Azazel failed to realize was the subtle manipulation of his memories. Elena's skilful alteration had seamlessly woven Aurva into his past, making the revelation of Aurva being his son seem plausible and genuine. Azazel, despite his vast experience and knowledge, remained unaware of this deception. The intricacy of the manipulation was such that it blended perfectly with his existing memories, leaving no trace of doubt or suspicion in his mind.

As he dried off and dressed, Azazel's thoughts were already turning towards future research and the implications of this encounter. 'Aurva has made his point. For now, it's best to observe from a distance. But that sword... I need to learn more about it. There's so much potential there.'

Lost in his thoughts, Azazel moved to his study, his mind already outlining plans and hypotheses. The encounter with Aurva and Elena had opened up a new avenue of intrigue and research, one that he was eager to explore. For Azazel, the game had just become more interesting, and he was more than ready to play his part in it.

As the duo left, leaving behind a perplexed and intrigued Azazel, they might not have fully realized the extent of the ripples they had just created in the calm waters of the supernatural world. Aurva, in his attempt to lay down boundaries and stay out of sight and assert his autonomy, had inadvertently poked a crow - or more aptly, a very curious scientist who didn't quite understand the concept of giving up. Azazel was a being driven by a relentless thirst for knowledge, and his curiosity, once piqued, was not easily satiated.

Back in the safety of their own realm, Aurva might have felt a sense of accomplishment, having successfully delivered a stern warning to a powerful figure like Azazel while making the same man his father. However, the reality was that his actions had just begun to stir a much larger storm. Azazel's mind, ever so analytical and probing, wouldn't easily let go of the mystery that Aurva and his display of power presented.

Azazel's intrigue with Arondight, coupled with the surprising revelation of Aurva's lineage, was a puzzle he was eager to solve. In his world, mysteries were not just questions, but challenges to be overcome, and Aurva had presented him with a particularly tantalizing one.

Aurva, unaware of the depth of Azazel's curiosity and determination, poked the curious crow. If only he knew that his attempt to deter Azazel might have the opposite effect, sparking an even greater interest from the fallen general...

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