Azazel and Samyaza were going to rush and hug Shamsiel when Paimon stopped them. "Why?" Azazel asked begrudgingly, having their dramatic meeting halted.
"I summoned him to spar, remember?" Paimon smirked. "You can't do that!" The two Awakens yelled in anger.
"I can." Paimon said 'as-a-matter-of-fact'. "He would be maintained here as long as I enable him to, and vice versa."
"Do not worry, I will let you have your catching up after." Paimon added to affirmate the two.
"Let him, Azazel and Samyaza." Shamsiel said, "I feel that he controls my existence now, and it wouldn't harm us to spar like the old times, wouldn't it?"
After thinking for a while, the two sighed before entering their battle stance, "Let's finish this quick and talk for a long time!" Azazel shouted.
"We should." Shamsiel smiled and nodded in response. He raised his sword and stood in a Fool's Stance, prepared for the two's assault. (Fool's Stance is a longsword stance that is achieved by lowering the point with the hands and making a pass of the foot, forward or back, in transition. Either leg may lead. The weapon is held point down, usually between the legs rather than outside of or next to them. This guard is also the "middle iron door" of the Italians. The position is deceptively open and allows for quick counter strikes.)
Seeing that Shamsiel was already prepared, the two did not dilly dally further and charged straight at the waiting angel.
Azazel went for the angel's right, with his silver sword aimed at the side with a determined look on his face. On the other side was Samyaza, holding a horseman's pick upwards, zooming straight at Shamsiel.
In this predicament, Shamsiel only smiled. In response, he raised his flaming sword and waved it in a calm and composed manner.
Azazel and Samyaza saw his move and felt that their attacks should hit, so they continued in full strength.
Clang!
What they discovered was their weapons being easily parried by Shamsiel's longsword. When they saw that, they immediately retreated, while Samyaza chuckled, "You are still the same even after death, Guardian of Eden."
Shamsiel also chuckled while spinning his sword. "You have finished your attacks, I guess it's my turn now." After saying that, he stopped spinning his sword, with the blade under his arms.
He then lowered his position, his body leanings forward. Out of nowhere, he abruptly stood, with his sword being freed from his arms, with the arm holding the sword moving and guiding the sword into starting the assault.
Countless barrages of attacks flooded the two, while the three watched from the side. Andre nodded in approval while watching the fight. Shamsiel was a very old angel of Heaven, with his ability garnering even the Ancient Heaven's applause. That is also the reason why he was tasked to protect the Garden of Eden with his flaming sword.
"How's their performance, Duke Paimon? Are they up to your standards?" He asked the demon beside him. Paimon shrugged in response, "Barely. They can defeat Demon Generals with their skills." He said.
"Really? Only demon generals?" Andre gasped. "My prince, the Abyss is a place where wars are as common as trees in a forest, while personal battles are even more so. The only order there is strength, and strength is proven in battle. It is expected that us demons are proficient in all of its fields." Paimon replied with a chuckle.
After a while, the fight finally ended, with the result favoring the two. After the fight, the three slumped down butt first while laughing tiredly. "I am not the chief of the Watchers for nothing!" Samyaza laughed wholeheartedly.
While they were laughing, Andre, Paimon, and Solomon strode towards them. "Congratulations!" Andre greeted them.
The three immediately stood to face him, "You have done well. You can stay here. As for us, we're leaving first." Andre stated. Azazel and Samyaza nodded in response, "We'll follow Master after we're done here."
Andre nodded before turning around with Paimon and leaving the mountain.
Leaving the mountain, the two reappeared at the King's Study in Malaca?ang. There, Mimicry was sitting silently, overlooking some papers in front of him, looking troubled.
"What is it, Mimicry?" Andre asked, startling the focused King. Mimicry immediately stood up and bowed to greet him, "You're here, Father."
"So, what is it?" Andre asked once again. "I contacted one of my sources inside Kepler Society, and they're seemingly moving en masse, and their goal seems to be to help the Union in uniting the world. I doubt they have a good reason for this." Mimicry replied in a serious manner.
"Hmm?" Andre raised his eyebrow and moved closer to the table where the papers were placed down. He picked one up and read through it, "Kaiden has gotten hold of the Theocracy? The Union Military is already under his full control? Interesting."
"We have no time to be 'interested' in these things, Father!" Mimicry reprimanded with irritation, "Kaiden Meier already has control over the Military and would also easily control the people once he utilizes the Theocracy in his hands! Sooner or later, we would only be fighting a lost war!"
Andre chuckled and glanced at him, "Who told you that?" He snickered. "Huh?" Mimicry scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
"With a word from me, every nation will fall under my command." Andre finally turned and faced the bewildered Mimicry, with his poise turning grandiose, befitting of a true ruler, "Be it the leaders in the fields of politics, finance, religion, institution, and organisation, all will be under my command with just a single order. So do not fret."
Slowly, Andre turned around and walked with powerful steps, "Soon, the world will be united under one government. The ascension is near, and I don't want to leave anything that is a mess."
After saying that, Andre turned his head and ordered Mimicry, "Notify me once the Eastern Leaders have all gathered." He then threw a small jade slip at Mimicry before saying, "Break that slip once they're here." After that, Andre and Paimon vanished from the room, leaving Mimicry once again sighing to himself.
When they reappeared, they had already reached the skies of Korea. Sensing his Prince's desire, Paimon asked him, "Why don't you fulfill what you desire, my prince? Why don't you go to her?"
"Because I don't desire it." Andre responded with a sigh, "We are of different statuses. If it was just wealth, I would've given her all my riches in this world, but it's not. Our gap of power and lifespan is too immense. I would also become a Prince in the Abyss. She would become my weakness if I ever go near her once again."
"The only desire that I have now in my heart is to see her, even just from far away." He added before concealing his presence and descending down the Star Villa.
When they entered the house where the girls were, they just stood at the side, while Andre's eyes remained on the woman that he cherished.
Eight girls were gathered at the table, laughing and joking with each other. Nari, on the other hand, was in the kitchen, preparing their breakfast.
Just like in his 'nightmare', Nari's hair was tied in a high ponytail while wearing an apron. She was cooking Kimchi stew, while also preparing fried rice on the side.
Andre chuckled while looking at her being so good at cooking, thinking to himself how proud he is to have liked such a woman.
After a while, she finally finished cooking and lifted up the entire wok of fried rice, startlingly Andre. He immediately rushed forward and used his hands as support below the wok.
"Eh?" Nari was surprised and puzzled as to why the wok suddenly felt so light, but she thought nothing of it and continued to carry the wok to the dining table.
"Here it is!" She called to the others in Korean. "Yay!!" The others cheered and clapped now that their food is served, "Scoop the rice for yourselves! I'll get the kimchi stew first." Nari said before going back to the kitchen.
Andre also followers behind her, and once she lifted the pot of stew, Andre immediately supported it from the bottom of the pot. "Have I gained super strength?" Nari muttered to herself, bewildered by the lightness of the pot filled with stew.
"Make way!" She shouted as she rushed and placed the pot down on the table. "Wow! Strong Myori!" A woman that is as white as tofu praised, and all she received was a slap on the back from Nezumi, the girl that was with Nari in their time in the arcade.
"Sit down, Nari. Don't tire yourself too much." Said Nezumi. "Yes, yes, Mommy Minato." Nari responded teasingly before sitting down, which made all the girls laugh.
They then got their plates and served themselves their own portions of the food before eating.
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