Nightmare Mode (Dragon Ball Z Gamer SI)

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"Talking"

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"Gather everything, quickly! There's not much time!" A rather handsome middle-aged man with a mixture of black and blonde hair shouted, his arms moving as quickly as they could as he swiped a stack of papers off his desk.

Azazel usually wouldn't be someone you would describe as 'urgent,' as the Fallen Angel was typically rather calm and relaxed. His carefree demeanor was something his subordinates scolded him about often, as the powerful demon tended to be a bit too calm in dire situations.

So, it was a testament to how dire the situation at hand truly was for Azazel to be panicked, his face stony as he shouted out orders to the various fallen angels around him.

"Don't leave a single item in here!" Azazel ordered, swiping up a stack of books and tucking them under his arm, "Don't let him have a single clue about anything! When we leave, there shouldn't be a trace that anyone was ever here!"

"There's too much!" A rather tall, beautiful, and busty female Fallen Angel, named Benemue, hissed as she picked up a strange glowing golden ball, "This is why you don't hoard all this stuff, Azazel! Do you even know what half this stuff does?"

The woman had long purple hair, a gorgeous face that was twisted in stress, and a devilishly sexy body - with wide hips and large, heavy-looking, breasts.

"I know what it all does," Azazel grunted back, "So I know that he can't get his hands on any of it! I don't know what he wants, but we're not letting him have it!"

"If you two have time to chat, then you're not moving quick enough," A male voice grunted, belonging to the man that Azazel considered a close friend and his righthand man - Baraqiel. The man was tall and muscular, with a square jaw, bearded face, and sharp eyes. He was also hastily stomping through the room, swiping piles of paper and books into a bag.

The trio of Fallen Angels, along with another demon, were doing their best to clean up the incredibly messy and full room they were in. The room had served as Azazel's 'research' center, which meant it was filled with various unfinished magical projects and countless stacks of half-used papers. The majority of the higher-up Fallen Angels in the Grigori would call everything in this room 'junk,' and from a first glance, they wouldn't be wrong.

Stacks of papers covered in unreadable scribbles lay on every table. Ripped-up books missing pages and covers were thrown around lazily, covering the messy floor. A seemingly random collection of objects was strewn around the room, with a pile of literal tin cans sitting in one of the corners.

But, Azazel knew better. That 'junk' was the result of his countless hours spent experimenting with magic, Ki, and even souls. It was incredibly dangerous - both to be around, as some of the objects could explode from just a touch, and if they fell into their invader's hands.

"Has Kokobiel answered yet?" Shemhazai, the final higher-up in the Grigori, asked. The man looked rather thin and skinny compared to Baraqiel, and had short white hair on his head that framed his plain-looking face. If Baraqiel was Azazel's righthand man, then Shemhazai was his lefthand man.

"No," Azazel said simply. Kokobiel's mysterious disappearance came at the worst time possible - as while Azazel trusted the man the least out of any of the higher-ups in the Grigori, he was undoubtedly one of their strongest fighters.

"That bloodthirsty bastard is always going on about fighting and war," Benemue hissed in annoyance, "And yet he goes into hiding right when an opponent appears! That fucking coward is all talk!"