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Anachronox ch24
Anachronox ch24
The four beings sat around the table. The windows were shut and covered.
The only door to enter and exit the shop was closed and secure with seven
different locks. It was a dark room, barely lit by a candle in the middle of the
table. Abdul was too cheap to pay for electricity. “So,” sighed the arms dealer,
“you need information. Ares, you are a very dear friend of mine, but what in
Lucifer’s name makes you think I’d say anything to you. Have you known that
Spine troopers are killing anyone they find suspicious. They don’t even need a
warrant anymore. Knowing that, what makes you think I’d talk.”
pulled out a pouch from his left pocket, opened it, and pulled out a small, fine-cut
piece of diamond, no bigger than a marble. He closed the pouch afterwards. “How
did you get that,” Metatron whispered into Serael’s ear. “Same way I got that robe
you’re wearing,” Serael whispered back. “Alright, I’m listening. Keep talking,”
commented the greedy Abdul with his eyes fixed on the diamond as it twinkled in
the dim light. Serael, with blue eye whites, shook the pouch gently. “Alright, I’ll
talk,” surrendered Abdul. Serael quenched the crook’s thirst for wealth.
Abdul stared at Jasper. He turned back to Serael. “Why does your friend
wear a mask,” the dealer asked Serael. “He’s very insecure about his appearance,”
grinned Serael, “He has an extremely low self-esteem. So, I wouldn’t mention it
much if I were you.” Metatron laughed at the comment. “Jerk,” muttered Jasper.
“Anyway,” continued the Angel of Power, “the information?” “Yes, the
information,” asked Abdul, “What is it you wish to know?” His hand slowly
edged to Serael’s pouch set on the table. To his dismay however, Jasper picked it
up. “I haven’t been in here awhile,” said Serael, “and these two are brainless.
Who is the new head?” “Nara,” the greedy arms dealer answered, “She is the
current head of Spine. Ever since Mastercheif Dezzick’s trial and execution, her
heart has grown cold. The only thing to warm it would be the traitor, but Ares,
you were there, he is dead.” Serael nodded in agreement. Abdul continued, “Yes,
The former Madam General is now the Mastercheif. Samyaza handpicked her.
She is now the poor, beaten puppy whom Samyaza has on a leash. He has
Serael interjected, “Anyway go on. Where is she right now?” “Patrolling the
“Alright,” said Serael, “What can you tell me of this mythical angel whose
bastard is just as crafty as a demon. They call him angel of power and angel of
judgment. They nickname him the angel of the second death. He fights like no
being ever before. He kills in cold blood. Every demon hates him. Every demon is
afraid of him. No one ever crosses blades with him. He is like Samyaza’s
counterpart. Both of them are phantoms of the night. There are reports saying that
Serael can be in two places at once. He is angel, but he thinks like a devil.” “I
see,” yawned Serael, “Well, I must check in. Abdul, do you have spare room for
us to spend the night?” “Yes Ares, upstairs. It is the one on the left,” answered the
dealer. Serael took the pouch out of Jasper’s hands and tossed it to Abdul. “Ares,
may ask to know why you need the information,” asked the dealer. Serael looked
at him, thinking of he should say. Five seconds later, he answered, “I need Nara’s
assistance to hunt down my next target: Serael. Thank you, Abdul, for
everything.” Then, the Angel of Power turned and walked upstairs with his two
comrades.