"Also, the US wants to build another military base here to watch out for China and The Soviet." Abel added.
"Another?!" Andre flared. "Deny them! There's already three military bases in our country for God's sake!"
Abel nodded again.
"What about Egypt?" Abel suddenly turned serious.
Andre glanced at him, "What about it?" He asked.
"The containment. What are we going to do with him?" Abel whispered loudly.
"Azazel? He wouldn't be able to do anything as long as that guy doesn't permit it. What are you afraid of?" Andre answered indifferently. "What we need to be afraid of are the anomalies that are being thrown down here by something." He stated.
"They aren't examined and studied properly, and the Kepler Society seems to be killing every one that they see, limiting our research." He added.
"Might I add." Abel spoke, "Their efficiency in destroying the anomalies have been pretty excellent. I think they already have sufficient resource knowledge to use against the anomalies. Should we establish contact with them?" He asked.
Andre stayed silent for a moment and replied, "Don't try too hard. We've been batting heads for a long time now because of conflicting interests. We're not sure if the Society would willingly give their data to us."
After that, they stopped talking. To disperse the awkward atmosphere, Abel picked up a remote and pressed on it.
"..On the latest news report. Lately, Egypt has been experiencing strange temperature fluctuations and anomalies like growling sounds right beneath the western part of the country. Researchers have theorized that it is…" Suddenly, Andre's eyes opened wide and abruptly stood up, "Your Excellency?" Abel asked, baffled by the sudden action.
Andre rushed to the cockpit door and opened it. On the other side, instead of seeing the cockpit, a marketplace was there instead, "Abel, be careful on your way home. I'll just follow you when I'm finished with the matter." Andre said and rushed out.
"Andre!" Abel yelled at him for naught.
Farafra, Egypt.
The town, although not bustling due to its low number of inhabitants, was still pretty active.
Andre appeared from one of the houses as he opened the door, rushing to the western part of the town. He went to an inconspicuous building and entered it directly without even knocking at the door.
"Who?!" Inside, a shocked and confused scream sounded as the people inside turned abruptly at the opened door. But when they saw who it was, they immediately stood up and bowed at him, "Greetings, President Ouroboros!"
The building is one of the disguised hideouts of the Ouroboros Foundation throughout the world. In particular, this hideout watches over the Desert of Farafra because of the Calamity-Class being that exists there.
Before even the Archaic Ages came the Ages of Divinity, where Gods, Nephilims, and Humans that dwells on the matters of the arcane roamed rampantly all across the world.
Two hundred Traitorous Beings went down from heaven and started to do unscrupulous things with the mortals, starting this age and irking the anger of God. When His anger struck the world, with the cleansing of the world done by a huge flood of inhuman abominations, those two hundred traitors were captured by the higher existences of heaven. One of the beings, Azazel, the greatest sinner of them all, was eternally sealed under the land of Dudael that now became the Desert of Farafra and was the being that the personnels were tasked to watch over.
"Tell me about the situation." Andre sat down unceremoniously and inquired with regards to the matter.
The personnels went to the windows and looked outside before closing the blinds. One of them then pressed a button, casting a barrier around the building, isolating any noise from the inside going outside. "President, the area of the seal has recently been more active than it should be. We fear that the time of unsealing might be near. It would only mean that the prophecy that was written in the scriptures is upon us."
Hearing them, Andre became solemn. He then closed his eyes and, after a while, opened it once more with an even more serious gaze, "This is a lot more serious than I imagined."
Suddenly, from the top corner of the room, a strong light shone down upon everyone, startling them. From the light, a figure of a seven-foot tall man with half-extended wings on his back descended. Its face was blurred, as if it didn't have a face at all.
The personnel who was inside screamed with horror, clawing their face with utter terror in their eyes. Some of them fell down and convulsed violently, while the fortunate others only fainted with blood coming out from their orifices.
Andre turned his gaze at the figure as it spoke indifferently, "Immortal, you are summoned by the Great Father."
Andre stood up and turned to the others, "I'll come back for you all." He then waved his hand, relieving them of their pain and made them forget. As soon as he did so, the bodies of the personnel inside finally calmed down as they slept soundly. Andre gazed at them for a moment and after doing so, he jumped directly into the light, with the winged figure going behind him.
Andre reappeared in a heavenly place. In it, loud praises reverberated in every corner. In front of him was a high platform made from clouds where a humongous golden throne of light that spans over millions of kilometres was positioned. At the sides of the throne were countless angels chanting lauds and worships. Seated on the throne was another guminhawa figure that's height reached past the limitations where a mortal could see clearly, not letting anyone see the face of the figure.
Andre walked casually towards the stairs leading to the throne and asked, "What made you summon me, Hleferoc?"
As soon as he said 'Hleferoc', everyone was immediately angered as the countless angels criticized him.
"Presumptuous!"
"Unacceptable!"
"Disrespectful!"
"You have no right to disrespect such high and mighty figure even if you're an immortal!" The angel that fetched him before looked at him with displeasure.
"Hmph." Andre snorted, "If not for me having no mind with being too powerful, that Great Father of yours wouldn't even be able to go against me." He spat.
"You're not stopping?!" The angel flared.
"Enough." A while later, a deep, majestic, and unfathomable voice sounded from above the skies. As a result, every angel that was once criticizing Andre turned to look at the throne and once again sang praises to him.
"I and him have been granted sentience at the same time, so he can be considered my equal." The figure said.
"Don't even, "Great Father"." André narrowed his eyes with disgust, "I have been awake for two thousand years before You even had an inkling of Your existence." He exposed while the corner of his lips were twitching with anger.
The figure went silent, not wanting to argue anymore. Without hearing anything in response, Andre was the first one to talk again, "So, what is happening with the Seal of Dudael? Why has it been quaking? Do you even plan to solve it?" He asked.
Hleferoc was silent. He then ordered with a deep and majestic voice to all his angels, "Disperse."
Without even asking the reason why, all his subjects went in all sorts of directions. When everyone had left the premises, silence pervaded the heaven. After a while, the gigantic Hleferoc stood up from his ginormous seat and shrank to a size of a seven and a half foot tall man wearing a pure white robe. His muscular build and well-chiseled face that became even more sculpted looking due to his well-trimmed stubble was clearly seen by Andre. He has fringed up dark hair and appropriately thick eyebrows that made him look even more handsome even at his age look at the 50s.
Although he already had no other fantastically divine features except for the holy looking white cloak with golden runes adorned on its cloth, Hleferoc still had an overwhelmingly majestic aura that could make anyone bow down and worship him while being afraid of being annihilated at the same time.
The transformed God descended to Andre's level and walked towards him with a serious face and his hands held behind his back. He arrived in front of him and after a while, spoke with a troubled voice, "Answering your question in all honesty, even I don't know for myself." Hleferoc sighed and shook his head.
Andre's eyebrows lifted in alarm, "What do you mean?" He asked with uneasiness.
"For several millennia, Azazel has been silent all throughout and hasn't really caused much trouble except for instigating some wars, but recently, he seems to have changed." Hleferoc explained.
"From what my subjects saw, it seems to be related to the mysterious existence that has been causing trouble throughout the world for eternity. They said that a dark ball of smog flew stupendously fast down the seal and after a couple of days, this happened." Hleferoc waved his hand at an empty face and a screen-like mirage materialized.
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