11 Chapter 11
But before anyone could properly react, the window to the room broke open. While others saw pieces of glass, all Igor saw was a massive tanned fist covering his vision.
And like a man, he faced it with his face.
Glare!
BOOOM
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The dust in the room began to clear, revealing two figures. One was Baraquiel, his fist outstretched and his face displaying the typical expression of an angry father.
The second was Igor. Despite getting punched, he was standing tall. His fists were clenched, his body unyielding as stone. The blanket restraining him as well as the couch had been destroyed by the explosion of his ki.
When Baraquiel slowly withdrew his fist, it revealed the blonde to only have a single trail of blood flowing from his mouth.
But despite that, his cold gaze was fixed on Baraquiel's gaze. Both of them glared at each other. Despite knowing the Fallen's strength, Igor remained steadfast.
The stare-down was growing in intensity, and an observing Azazel was not liking the direction it was going.
So waving his hands placatingly, he approached the duo.
"Hey hey hey. Calm down-"
The moment Igor spotted Baraquiel's gaze shift, a very dense aura of fiery blue ki covered him like a cloak.
[Aura-Burning State!]
FUUUSHHHHH
The sudden spike in energy did alert Baraquiel but at this point, Igor had secured the advantage.
Tswiii!
With a quick instant vanish, Igor appeared behind Baraquiel and launched a quick side kick to his head. With his power having increased twice over, Igor's kick slipped past Baraquiel's guard, allowing the blonde to connect cleanly.
Gu!
Boom Boom
Being sent flying through the walls of his house and the garden, Baraquiel could barely react when Igor suddenly appeared behind him.
But react he did.
Twist…CLASH
He barely managed to twist himself in time and block a knee strike that would've buried itself into his back.
But…
Tswii! Tswii!
Igor used [Instant Vanish] twice to appear above Baraquiel, seemingly posing for an overhead heel kick, before vanishing again and appearing just below his waistline. With Baraquiel falling for his feint, Igor was able to connect a rising kick to the Fallen's abdomen, causing him to skid back.
Krrrrrrrgh
Grass was uprooted during his slide. But like before, Igor instantly appeared and landed an uppercut to his chin. This time, he couldn't block the attack and the blonde took full advantage.
Pressing on with his seemingly unlimited stamina, Igor abused [Instant Vanish], using the skill to continuously hurl the Fallen higher and higher into the skies. Igor unleashed every drop of bottled up rage he had churning within him.
He wanted the fallen to feel pain. For him to get punched like that for no reason made him angry…very angry.
FUUUSH
Du! Du! Du! Du! Du! Du!
Every strike he landed was swift and precise. He absolutely would not let Baraquiel get the chance to recover. Even in his haze of rage, he still knew what the fallen would do to him once he recovered.
So he continued.
Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom
With every passing second, his attacks began to pack more power. And with Baraquiel's ever increasing momentum, it culminated in Igor's attacks starting to sound like explosions going off in the skies.
Azazel looked on with a resigned sigh. Even though he was on the ground, his keen eyesight could easily see and process everything that was happening.
"Haaaaaa. This won't end well."
He had already moved Shuri and Akeno from here to one of his houses in Kuoh the moment Baraquiel smashed through the window.
Now, he could watch this minor scuffle in peace.
"Though, it's been a while since I've seen my dearest brother get a beating like this."
He couldn't stop the slight up curl of his mouth.
"Then again, this'll probably end in about…3…2…"
"ENOUGH!!!!!"
Gu! Suuuuu…
BOOOM
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Baraquiel was finally starting to come to. His holy energy had gathered enough to passively cushion his body and head from Igor's constant blows. The rattling of his brain had ceased quite a bit with his holy energy instinctively reinforcing his body. It was why that as the brunt of Igor's blows was dispersed by his energy, he soon started to come out of his dazed state.
So when the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was an elbow coming right for his nose…
"?!"
…he was rightfully, very angry.
*Lightning Crackle*
"ENOUGH!!!!"
In an instant, three things happened. One, all of Baraquiel's ten wings were unfurled. Two, he instantly positioned himself in front of Igor, his fist raised to strike.
Three…
Gu! Suuuuu…
BOOOM
Everything happened so fast that Igor hadn't even comprehended Baraquiel's words before he suddenly found himself tearing through three trees before finally crashing into the ground. The blow was so severe that his aura of ki was directly snuffed out.
It was only fortunate that his [Aura Burning State] was still active before he crashed or he may have suffered even more severe injuries. But unfortunately, if the blow from Baraquiel didn't knock him unconscious, then the crash did.
Igor was lying face up with the whites of his eyes exposed. He was completely unmoving within the massive crater created by his landing. His arms were sprawled out, blood covering his entire form. His skin was slightly red while a small trickle of blood streamed from his mouth.
But Baraquiel didn't care about that.
Crackle…Crackle..Crackle.Crackle.Crackle Crackle CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE
He was too angered, too humiliated, to care anymore. He, a cadre, was humiliated by a brat who hadn't even grown his second set of hairs.
No coherent thoughts were running through his mind. Right now, he only wanted to do one thing-
"Woah there, brother. Calm down."
But Baraquiel wasn't willing to listen.
CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE-
"Baraquiel."
Azazel's tone was serious. His grip on Baraquiel's shoulder was tight, tight enough to bring back some form of mental clarity in the Fallen's mind.
The angry cadre wanted to retort, but when he saw Azazel's darkened face…
CRACKLE CRACKLE Crackle Crackle crackle crackle…crackle…
Unwillingly, he cancelled his golden lightning.
"Tch!"
He crossed his arms, unwillingness written in capital letters on his face.
"Fine. But I'll beat him to death the next time he does this."
With that, he vanished, not wanting to spend even a second longer in this place.
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Azazel was intrigued…greatly intrigued. Right now, he stood over the unconscious form of Igor, eyeing the blonde with great interest.
[I thought the last Aryan died in 1945, yet here's one before me.]
The Aryans were annihilated in 1945 after the location of their secret realm became exposed in 1939. It resulted in one of the greatest wars in history, including both the mundane and the supernatural in their skirmish. In a bid to defend themselves, the Aryans used Adolf Hitler to fight against the mundane for them while their core forces dealt with the supernatural.
But no matter how much they fought, they were only one race against the entire world.
[If news of this little one's existence came to light, they would immediately want to eliminate him.]
Although Azazel never truly participated, he knew how powerful the Aryans were. All their core warriors were ultimate-class elites while the bulk of their forces were high-class. But that would not be enough for them to cause a stir.
The true reason why the Aryans were viewed as such a massive threat, was because of their patriarch. Their patriarch was said to be a human who had broken the curse God placed on them. It was an unprecedented scenario that caused the majority of the supernatural society to unite once again in thousands of years.
Just thinking of these things made Azazel scratch his head.
"Haaa~. Troublesome, troublesome, troublesome."
He stretched out his hand towards the blonde and in that moment, a magic circle formed underneath him.
"I'll deal with all of this later. I might as well get him healed fir-"
But before the circle could even function, Baraquiel suddenly appeared and dispelled it.
"Don't send him to Grigori."
Azazel was about to refuse. But when he saw his brother's tsundere-like expression, he couldn't help but release a grin.
"Aaa~? What do you mean~?"
Vein Twitch
Baraquiel really wanted to slap Azazel away, especially with how close he had shimmied over to him.
"I mean, it's not good if he gets sent over to Grigori. Others there may figure out his lineage. So, the fewer people know about him, the better."
Silence…
"Pfft…pfft…"
Glare!
"Okay okay! Sheesh. Take the brat then. Just make sure he doesn't kill you when he wakes up."
"Tch."
Baraquiel didn't speak any further and simply hoisted Igor into his arms.
"Farewell, brother."
With that said, he flew away, not daring to look back. Baraquiel could practically imagine the smug look on his brother's face.
"Hmph. I'm just doing this because my baby girl asked me to heal him."
"Then why don't you let me take him to Grigori? I have a couple of healers there as well."
"..."
Baraquiel sighed. He could count on Azazel to be annoying at the worst of times.
"...why aren't you heading back?"
Azazel gave a cheerful smile.
"Can't I fly together with my brother? It's been a while since we took to the skies together-"
"The REAL reason."
"I'm looking forward to his reaction when he wakes up-"
"I said THE REAL reason."
"..."
*Cough*
"Shemhazai has a lot of work for me to do."
Azazel spoke abashedly. Yet despite his tone of speaking, he showed no intention of going back to Grigori.
"...fine"
With both brothers flying in the sky, only the grumbles of Baraquiel could be heard in reply to Azazel's shameless laughter.
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*Eyes open*
*Looks around*
*Sees Azazel*
*Sees Baraquiel*
*Looks around agai-*
*Eyes dart back to Baraquiel*
Silence…
*Vein Bulge*
"Bastard old man!"
Swoo- SLAP
"Sit down."
Baraquiel sighed.
"We have to talk."
