Vergil Is Back-Chapter 35: Interlude: The Watcher in the Shadows

Grigori HQ – Deep Archives, Forbidden Sector

Azazel stood alone in a sealed chamber lit only by the pale glow of enchanted runes lining the walls. Ancient tomes floated in a suspended circle around him, pages flipping on their own, murmuring with forbidden knowledge. These weren't just records—they were living memories, recordings of history even the Angels feared to remember.

And all of them now whispered one name.

"The Silver Fang of the Void."

He ran a hand through his wild blond hair, exhaling sharply. "So... the leyline didn't just awaken. It chose someone."

A holographic projection of the Kyoto epicenter flickered before him—leyline pulse activity, void signature readings, and a celestial anomaly that didn't match any known race.

He muttered, "Vergil's power... but something far worse beneath. That kid's not just a hybrid or a freak anomaly anymore. He's becoming a convergence point."

Azazel's fingers tightened around the glass of whiskey in his hand, the ice cracking loudly.

"That system of his... it's guiding him toward something dangerous. Or rebuilding something we sealed long ago."

One of the floating tomes stopped mid-flip. A singular word pulsed across the page:"Voidblood."

Azazel stared at it, then slowly turned toward the vault behind him. It was a massive structure sealed by six layers of angelic magic and one layer of Dragon Eater wards.

He hadn't opened it in centuries.

Not since Vritra was first broken apart.

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Azazel sighed.

"I really didn't want to get involved in this war again... but if that boy absorbs Vritra completely..." He downed the whiskey in one gulp and crushed the glass in his hand, letting the shards vanish into ash.

"...then the real dragons won't stay asleep."

He turned and began unlocking the vault.