Time Chamber In DxD

Chapter 12

"Bastard old man!"

Swoo- SLAP

"Sit down."

Baraquiel sighed.

"We have to talk."

.

|DxD|

.

"Brother. I don't think I need to say this, but do you understand how important that boy is?"

"...I know."

Currently, Baraquiel and Azazel were in the latter's penthouse in Kuoh. While Akeno was told to stay in the living room, Shuri was currently nursing Igor in one of the guestrooms.

Right now, both Baraquiel and Azazel were standing outside of the guestroom, the latter give the former an intense gaze.

"Look, brother...*sigh*, this kid, is the LAST Aryan. Under no circumstances, can he die. And under NO circumstances, should he become our enemy. Because brother, if this kid realises his potential, he can either become our biggest ally, or our biggest enemy. I wanted to draft him into Grigori, but I doubt he will accept considering that personality of his. So our next option is him becoming an ally or our associate."

He then shoved his finger into Baraquiel's chest.

"This is where YOU come in. When we wake that kid up, I won't be surprised if he says a bunch of words and attacks you. What I want you to do, is NOT beat him into the ground again."

Silence...

"Mm."

Baraquiel gave a gruff nod and moved his hand to open the door. But before he could do that, Azazel grabbed his hand.

"I am serious, brother. I can find sacred gears. I can find talents. I can even find a Longinus. What I CANNOT find, is another Aryan."

Azazel looked into his eyes, his gaze intense and his meaning clear.

"Do not RUIN this, brother."

He let go of Baraquiel's hand and proceeded to open the door. Once that door swung open, his serious demeanor vanished like a fart in the wind.

Holding up his hand to greet, he gave his typical, lighthearted smile.

"Hey, Shuri~. How's the kid holding up?"

"Oh my~ Azazel-kun. Well he's..."

As the conversation continued, Baraquiel stood outside the door, the words of Azazel spinning the cogs in his head.

[With that brat's personality, I won't be surprised if he's more stubborn than a donkey.]

In the end, he couldn't stop a light smile from forming on his face.

"Hmph."

He walked inside, adjusting his collar in the process. Upon entering the room, the sudden brightness emanating from the globe on the ceiling caused him to squint. Regardless, he was able to quickly adjust to the sudden glare while keeping his hands to his sides. It would've been humiliating if a man of his calibre shielded his eyes from sudden brightness of all things.

His eyes instantly took in the whole room. A small double-bed with white pillows and covers and cream-white walls with a single globed lamp on the ceiling. On the cabinets on both sides of the bed were various medicines and bandages. On the bed was Igor with white bandages wrapped around his entire torso.

With his sense of hearing, Baraquiel could hear that the blonde's heart rate was low...too low for a normal human. *

But he couldn't focus on that fact before his wife walked over to him.