A Wizards Misadventures

~~Level Twenty Four~~

"Mh." She didn't agree with me.

"Look, aura isn't what I wanted to talk about, though I'd be happy to give you a lesson or two, show that it's not going to make you go crazy and kill people. I just want to say hello, maybe get to know you."

"… Want a croissant?" She held one out to me and I smiled as I took a bite. Then I grimaced.

"What the heck is this? Cranberry?" I looked down at whatever was in it and yup, that was definitely cranberry. "What sort of psychos are cooking here?" And when I looked up Koneko was gone, speaking to Issei.

"WHAT?! HEY, BASTARD!" I groaned.

"Oh, fuck off." I muttered. Yasaka could be mad at me all she wanted. From that yell alone I knew that there was no way I was talking to that guy. I teleported towards Gabriel and made my way through the crowd. I was going to ditch the party as soon as possible. Maybe hugs and kisses actually worked to cool Yasaks's temper? I sure hoped so.

Gabriel and Michael were outside with some people with magic-laden souls, probably magicians of some breed. Azazel was loudly flirting with some devil lady at a bar.

"Quit it, or are you really up to date with underworld fashion?" The lady asked, blushing slightly.

"I assure you, I know how to take off every piece of fashion." He hit the lady with a half smile and a suggestive look. She laughed and blushed harder. Then he noticed me.

"Abyss! Is the miss taking a nap again?"

"No, she's playing with her new pet."

"Her… what?"

"Pet dragon, a feral one I think. I'm doing my best to pretend it doesn't exist."

"Uh-huh. So I heard that you got a sacred gear from this whole old satan faction." I grinned a bit. I wondered if he'd be interested.

"Sephiroth Graal." His eyes widened.

"I ever mention how we're best friends? Because we totally are!"

"That's how I know you'll forgive me for locking it into a trophy room. It makes for a fantastic coffee table prop."

"Okay, don't screw with me here. You know how often a longinus comes around? Like twice a century! Work with me here!"

"I'll loan it to you after I do some stuff. But I've got a condition." I leaned forwards and put my hands on the table. "It's broken into three pieces. I've got all of them and they're working together but there's a problem. The gear can't alter the soul of it's wielder. I think it's a safety measure. Don't want to rip the soul of the wielder apart, you know. I need you to deactivate that safety so I can tear a parasite out of my soul."

Azazel stared at me.

"Sure," he kicked back in his chair and shrugged. "Just bring it by and I'll study it. It might take awhile, though. All of the sacred gears are unique. Some are prisons, some are artificial souls, some are magical generators, and so forth. Long story short, let me study it first. So… gimme?" He held his hand out and made a grabbing motion.

I pulled the gear out of my soul and handed it to him. It took the form of a shiny gold cup encrusted with jewels. "Shiny," he smirked, barely hiding his greed. "I'll get back to you as soon as I can." He stood up and, clutching his new toy to his chest, just about skipped away from me. "See ya later, best friend!" I shook my head and glanced at the lady he was flirting with a minute ago. She looked pissed at me. Awfully brave of her considering that I could probably smite her entire species. I rolled my eyes and walked away.

Last stop, Gabriel and Michael. Then I can do things I actually want to do.

I made my way at a casual stroll towards the two, glimpsing Yasaka out of the corner of my vision speaking to a pale woman, a chilly aura around her. It was dark, cruel, and cold. I was pretty sure that was Mab… Didn't Ophis steal cookies from her? Note to self, ask her about cookies.