211 Chapter 211

A/N: Mass Drop!!! It would have been cooler had I done this yesterday, on leap year, but I forgot! 

211.

"Welcome to my world, girls!" Azazel Alter said while spreading his arms wide. There wasn't much of his world to see. We were back in another lab…

"Everything looks pretty much the same as before." Heather said blandly while looking around.

Azazel Alter slumped down hearing that and I snickered. His lab pretty much did look exactly the same as my brothers did. 

[If you've seen one mad scientist's lab, you've seen them all apparently.]

Except this one was messier. Penemue wouldn't let our Azazel work in such a pigsty. She had standards after all.

"Do you need any help cleaning?" Asia asked him kindly. This place was a mess and there was trash pretty much everywhere just the same.

Azazel looked mortified hearing that. "No! I know where everything is right now! If it gets cleaned up then I'll lose track of everything. Every item in my lab is strategically placed exactly where you see it." He said while nodding his head up and down sagely.

"What's the purpose of that old rotten banana peel?" Heather asked. "Or that half eaten meatball sandwich?" She then started pointing out all the other garbage scattered around as well and asking about them with a smirk on her face to rile him up.

He coughed awkwardly. "Well…Almost everything." He quickly changed the subject. "You three are in a whole new world! You don't want to stay in my boring lab do you? Go out and explore!" He said as he started pushing us towards the door. 

I thought it was weird he was just letting us go with no supervision, but then again it was Azazel…

The layout of the building was different from my own Grigori Headquarters, but there were still signs to let people know where to go. It wasn't hard to find our way to the cafeteria. Asia and Heather were hungry and wanted lunch because I had snatched the two of them before lunch time earlier.

"It's kind of weird that the cafeteria for an organization of Fallen Angels looks so much like a typical High School. Except the food is way better here." Heather said while munching on some chips. 

"Fallen Angels are the most tight knit of the three factions because we have the smallest population. Eating out in the open like this allows us to socialize more." I explained while looking around the place. There were a few dozen Fallen Angels eating in the cafeteria at the same time. Some of them were giving the three of us odd looks because they didn't recognize us.

At least they were nice enough to let us almost finish eating before a group of them decided to approach us. It was a group of three Fallen Angels that I vaguely recognized from my own Universe. I didn't know their names though. There were still tens of thousands of us and I couldn't remember everyone's names after all.

"Hello, beautiful. Did you just recently fall from Heaven? Because you can't be anything other than an Angel." 

[Oh my God! He just said that!?]

The man standing in the middle of the trio just delivered the most overused pickup line any female Fallen has ever heard. 

"Back off, you're not good enough to date my mom–I mean Layla!" Heather said defensively for me. "She doesn't like ugly guys like you anyway!" She hit him where it hurts. I wouldn't say he was bad looking, but there were definitely many more handsome Fallen men than him.

Also, I wanted to coo at how defensive Heather was being of me! It was adorable.

"Ooooooohhh snap! Razuel just got rejected again!"

"Heh, get wrecked loser!"

"What kind of corny line was that anyway!?"

A bunch of the other Fallen in the Cafeteria had started watching our interaction because they all had nothing better to do. They started shouting out rude or funny remarks towards the guy that Heather had just shut down for me. 

Some of their remarks had me giggling. 

It was just simple hazing, but the guy seemed to have a lot of pride and was taking it personally. Angels who fell because of pride were pretty rare, but they were also usually the most annoying to deal with… Everything always offended them.

Razuel's face was ashen. He glared at Heather. "And who are you to decide things for a Fallen Angel, human girl!?" He spat at her with a threatening tone. 

"Yeah! This woman would be lucky to date Razuel! He has six wings! He's amazing!" One of his two lackeys egged Heather on.

"He's one of the Grigori's top dogs!" The other added.

[Pfft! Only six wings and he's acting like some arrogant young master…]

'I've got to give him credit. He has a fantastic hype crew though.' I thought.

While they were distracted bragging about the guy, Heather slowly reached into her back pocket. She was probably going for her wand. She wasn't the kind of girl to take anyone harassing her lying down. Curses were going to start flying soon unless I intervened. 

I noticed Asia shrink back a bit at the hint of a confrontation. I stood up and placed myself between the girls and the three Fallen Angels. Heather pouted, but slipped her wand back in her pocket.

I turned to Razuel and took a deep breath…

…A very large and excited smile formed on my face. "Like oh my gosh!!! You're the famous Razuel!!? That's like, sooooo amazing!!!" I cheered loudly while channeling the energy of fangirls everywhere!