Time Chamber In DxD

Chapter 13

"Uh...Uncle Azazel. My answer is no. I have everything I need at home."

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|DxD|

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(Ten minutes earlier)

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Azazel walked over confidently towards the blonde, ready to use his tried and tested method of recruitment.

"Hey kid. How about I tell you a few things. For starters, do you know what you are?"

Igor looked away from Baraquiel. But instead of looking at Azazel with curiosity, he looked at the cadre with a slightly confused gaze.

His head tilted slightly while he raised his hand to point at himself.

"Me? I'm a Dimori."

"..."

Azazel coughed lightly, choosing to ignore the blonde's ignorant reply.

"You're partially correct. But you're more than that. You, are an Aryan, direct descendants of Adam."

Silence...

"Oh...cool. And?"

For all his confidence, Azazel almost fell over himself. But where would his dignity be if he let the stupidity of a four-year old on steroids falter him.

So, bringing back his smile, he explained further.

"You are a superior race of humans identified by their characteristic traits of blonde hair and blue eyes. Being direct descendants of Adam, they possess immense strength and capabilities that far surpass ordinary humans."

Silence...

Azazel inwardly smiled to himself.

[He must be very awed-]

"Huh...neat."

"..."

Azazel stared blankly at the boy. He almost wanted to drown him in light spears then and there, but years of living allowed him to keep his cool-

"Can I go now?"

"..."

*Vein Bulge*

Spotting his brother was about to lose himself, Baraquiel muffled Azazel's mouth with his hand while he explained to the blonde in a language he knew he would understand.

"What Azazel means brat, is that your people could make things explode using their own power."

Igor looked at Baraquiel weirdly.

"I'm not stupid. I'm a kid. I know what Uncle Azazel said, old man. What confuses me is that you people keep saying I'm an Aryan when I'm not one."

Baraquiel looked at the blonde...REALLY looked at him. It was as if he was judging where to accurately punch the idiot so that his brain would rewire itself.

But remembering his brother who was taking deep breaths, he thought to do the same.

*Breathes in*...*Breathes out*

"If you say you are indeed, not an Aryan, then explain this. My daughter is 5-years old this year. How is it then that despite you being a year younger, you have shown me the power of a peak high-class entity?" *

Igor's eyes narrowed to the size of a pinhole. His face was completely frozen like that of a statue. Baraquiel was about to give himself a pat on the back for uncovering the blonde's lie. Azazel looked on in intensity, eager to see how Igor would break himself out of this predicament.