A Talk Among The Fallen

In the remote town of Kuoh, in an abandoned church building just outside of town, four individuals of varying power levels were currently holding a meeting of some sorts.

From an outsiders perspective, the abandoned church would be just that, abandoned.

But for those with keen eyes, one could see something different, weird almost, within the church.

"For the last time Raynare, I don't fucking care for your monthly allowance!" Kokabiel yelled out, slamming his fist on the wooden table, breaking it in tiny splinters. "How much longer are you going to trail that damned boy!"

"You are too impatient Kokabiel," Raynare said. "I am simply doing my best to lay low and stay quiet. Those damn devils are on to me, and if I suddenly reveal myself in their territory, eons and decades of planning will all go to waste. If you don't have the balls to give me enough money to survive in the human world long enough for this plan to succeed, perhaps I'd just surrender and give myself up to that Gremory brat."

Kokabiel cursed out wildly, his dark aura pulsating behind him. "Fucking dammit, fine. I'll give you until next week to capture that boy. If you can't, then it's Damnation for you."

"Don't worry so much, Kokabiel," Kalawarner said, flipping her hair. "Raynare over here has the perfect plan to retrieve that pesky Scared Gear wielder."

"And what is this plan exactly?" Kokabiel asked the fallen angel.

Raynare scoffed at him. "Simple. The boy, as we have observed, is a pervert. And what do perverts like? Pretty girls. Take a few moments to do the math in your big dumb head."

"Do you honestly think that plan's gonna work out, and if you do, then you're an idiot," Mittelt mocked her. "A big, bimbo, idiot."

A light spear of pure **** was shot in her direction, to which the little fallen angel flicked easily with her index finger.

"Anyways, once the boy is in our possession, the ritual would be done on him and the Sacred Gear will be given to Azazel," Raynare explained. "It is quite simple, if not too simple."

"In the meantime, I detect another Sacred Gear wielder close by," Kalawarner said. "You can capture her after the boy."

"Perfect," Kokabiel said. "Our plan is coming to fruition. With the power of the Sacred Gear, the Fallen Angel faction and the Grigori will reign supreme."

"And soon." Kokabiel outstretched his back, his five pairs of ebony black wings blocking out the sunlight from the glass panes that filled the church. "We shall rule over them all."