Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"That would be true." Daisuke said. "But he was supposedly freed from the Android presence." Daisuke thought about this. "Alright, let's say it isn't him. But then, let's get to work on looking deeper into Rosalind's DNA."
Carry nodded. "Indeed I am. It'll be best for me. A great battle is undoubtedly going to start soon, and I intend to partake in it. Uriel's been in power for far too long, in my own view." He said, standing up slowly. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" he told the priest, shaking his hand.
Calliel looked at Grace. "Heavensgate? It'll likely stay and remain as it is. Heaven has been brainwashed for millennia. After this war, and Uriel is removed...well, bringing them back to the proper light will take time. A lot of it." he seemed tired just by saying this. "It'll be very difficult. Heavensgate will be a safe zone of sorts, where angel culture can flourish as we try to bring Heaven to sanity."
Grace, Calliel and Jade talked for some time, but then had eventually dispersed to their different ways. The next day, however, in the early morning they found themselves sitting around a small, circular dining table in the ISSR base. The steel table was surrounded by tough, foldable black chairs, which the ISSR soldiers and scientists sat in easily.
Calliel looked at the two girls. "Good to see you again." he greeted.
The next day, as Crowley was walking through the hallways...something changed.
The school began to shake and vibrate. "The hell's going on?" one of the students yelled out.
Crowley gave a smile. Ah. This was a familiar feeling. But this time he was the one controlling it. Before, when the school went to Heavensgate, it was a shock to him, but not now. "Don't worry." he announced confidently. "It'll all be fine." Well, that part was a lie.
There was a blinding flash of light, and Crowley shut his good eye.
Ah. I know what's coming now. he thought as the school made a loud creaking noise before the light was gone. He looked around. Inside, nothing was different, but he walked toward a door and opened it up. Outside, there was the ruckus of a military base, people buzzing around and getting organised.
Rick Sanchez walked toward Crowley stiffly, extending his hand for a shake. With a look of surprise, Crowley grabbed it and did indeed shake it thoroughly. When the two released hands, they nodded toward each other. "You ready?" Sanchez asked.
"Indeed." Crowley replied. "In how long can we get to Mecca?"
"Whenever you're ready. We even did the effort of pinpointing precisely where the portal is in advance. Raphael went incognito, located the source of the magic and announced it was definitely a portal to Heaven. He didn't open it yet though."
Crowley gave a sigh of relief. "Thank God. We won't have to do some bloody side quest just to get to the main plot. That usually tends to happen."
"To you too?" Sanchez asked in surprise. "I agree. It felt like I'd have to wait for some idiotic reason to find this portal, and get it open, and then blah blah blah. It feels like it takes a week or something, even if its just an hour in actuality. I'm glad we can rush it along now though."
"I agree. I swear, the invasion of Hell ten years ago felt full of this sort of crap. But, anyway, back to this." Crowley chuckled. "So we can just enter in then? That's good."
Sanchez shrugged. "It appears so. We'll find the Library, of course. And we'll take down Uriel while we're there. I have a
map drawn up by my best people, based off the information we have." Sanchez said, showing the map on the phone.
Crowley looked at this glorious map with a raised eyebrow, stepping fully out of the school. "Your artists are impressive, Rick." he snarked. "But what's the terrain like?"
Sanchez slid his finger on the touchscreen, revealing the
other map. Crowley nodded. "Alright. I'll talk to Raphael, see where we're likely to land, exactly. Send these maps to everyone in the school, will you? Also, exactly where in the city are we? We're certainly not on the surface, we're underground. I know that much from the coordinates your assistants sent me."
"You nailed it. We're underground. If we were on surface, some would get suspicious." he explained. "We do quite a bit of top secret work here, after all. Now, I wasn't sure the school would fit, but it's seem to have shrunken a bit in order to do so. Impressive."
"Yes, it can do that." Crowley said with some pride, though he had had absolutely nothing to do with it. Rick Sanchez typed a few things on his phone, then looked up.
"Alright. The two maps have been sent off to everyone with an active @elfenhigh.uk email account."
"Good. I should tell them what's happening over the intercom, in case they're confused." He cleared his throat, and his voice magically transmitted over the loudspeakers. "Alright everyone. We're in Bethlehem now." he announced. "We're going to deal with the problems facing us, one way or another. Got that? Come on out to the cafetaria here, may as well have a bite to eat. Falafels here are pretty good."
"We likely won't be able to fit everyone in our cafeteria-" Sanchez objected. Crowley rolled his eyes.
"OK, so it appears these people are limited to stupidities such as "space" and "physics". Meet in
our cafeteria. Check your school emails, you've received some beautifully drawn maps." Sanchez flipped Crowley off here. "And then we'll talk to you about what's going on. ISSR soldiers?" Crowley asked, now his voice projecting through the intercoms through the ISSR. "If you're interested, come by to our cafeteria as well. Could be important for you."
Five rushed minutes later, everyone had gathered in the cafeteria, the chairs and tables now all facing Crowley at the end of one of the walls, where a screen was. It showed an image of the political map of Heaven. "Alright. Raphael should be here soon to provide more information-"
A sound of wings fluttering was heard as the tall, imposing archangel appeared, his black face severe and dark, ready for war. "I am here." he said, a tad obviously.
Crowley would have said "Speak of the Devil", if not for the incredible irony inherent in that sentence. Instead, he just nodded. "Alright then. Now, you likely have some questions. I'll try to lay them to rest."
Calliel, Lily and Grace would walk into the cafeteria then, as well as other ISSR soldiers. Calliel saw Raphael, and then gave a bow to his leader. "That is the archangel Raphael." he told Grace and Lily, in case they were unaware. "Treat him with respect." And a mild dose of fear, of course.