Eternal Saṃsāra: The Wanderer of Worlds, Book 1

[181] Sacred Gear Isn't Enough, We Need More Treasures- Oh...

Chapter 181: Sacred Gear Isn't Enough, We Need More Treasures- Oh...

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Azazel lounged lazily on a beach, under the shadow of an umbrella. Around him, the gentle breeze of the ocean danced, while he watched clouds stride from behind his dark shades. While the world was busy and shocked, this Fallen Angel was having the time of his life.

Of course, why should he care? He wasn't a devil, he didn't personally ally himself with that Aqua; if the world was watching anyone, it was that boy and the groups surrounding him. Azazel didn't want to have anything to do with that kid, nor did he want to.

Peace was finally here, and he also reached a breakthrough in his research. So he took some time off for vacation. Cool breeze in the morning, ladies and wine at night; life was good.

"Seems like Aqua's stirring the pot more fiercely than a witch at her cauldron," he mused, a grin playing on his lips. The ruckus with Vedas was a distant storm from him, although he was indeed curious about this 'foreign goddess', he let his curiosity die since it was related to Aqua.

Azazel didn't want to meet the same fate Surya had. On his beach far from both India and Japan, Azazel felt calm, disconnected from the storms that Aqua whipped up amongst gods and devils alike.

He stretched, considering the possibility of a quiet century or two, perhaps finally delving into those weird ancient texts he'd been ignoring; he wished he had a vampire subordinate, the text was hard to read for him as an Angel, fallen or otherwise. Since it seemed to come from some kind of vampiric origin, that would have been nice.

Whatever, I have time. I should wait for that Gasper kid to grow up. Azazel thought. It was alright to take time with this; everything was alright, he could relax. Just as he settled deeper into his musings, his phone buzzed—an irritating, discordant sound that shattered his lovely peace.

With a resigned sigh, he fished the device from his pocket, his brow arching in curiosity at the unknown number flashing on the screen. "Now who could this be?" he wondered aloud, thumb hovering over the accept button.

He answered the call, his voice laced with a mock sternness reserved for cold callers and unwelcome interruptions. "Hello?" He had just been made a fool out of by some kid earlier, he wished it wasn't that again. "If this is another one of those prank calls, I swear—"

But the voice that growled back was unmistakable, drenched in fury and impatience. "Azazel." It was Aqua, he immediately recognized. "You scamming bastard, where are my fucking Excalibur fragments."

Azazel's face dropped, his peace shattered, and cold sweat formed on his forehead. It seemed the storm was fated to pull him into it after all.

....

After a brief talk, he thanked the late Lord that although easily angered, Aqua wasn't uncooperative. Sadly, this matter was already out of his hands. Azazel felt bad for his old buddy, Michael, for what might come in the near future.

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[First Person Point of View]

"Here, Aqua," Tsubasa handed me a wet towel, which I thanked her for and cleaned my face. I chewed on a piece of gum as I tucked away my phone and pondered what I talked with Azazel about.

"What did the call say? It looks like you got a lot on your mind," Tsubasa said softly, taking the towel from me and gently cleaning my forehead with it. I looked her in the eye and she blinked, blushing a little at my clear gaze. "W-what?"

Tsubasa, huh? Why did... she take this identity? Or was it not a manual choice? And why are her memories sealed? I had a lot of questions.