Chapter 127

C 127

"Hello, Heimdall. How fare the nine realms?" I asked Heimdall as I stepped out of my portal at the edge of the Bifrost. He was where he always was, on the edge of the world, staring off into the abyss of space.

"The realms fare poorly. Jotunheim prepares for war. Muspelheim might end up joining them. Alfheim and Vanaheim have been having discussions on independence and breaking free from Asgard's rule now that Odin is dead. And Midgard is chaotic as usual. More so actually because of your sister."

So everything was going wrong, about as I would expect it to in this kind of situation. "What did Gabriel do?" I asked him.

"She went into a place of healing for dying children and healed all of them," Heimdall said.

My eyebrow rose at that. That didn't take long. One of the Angels' biggest regrets was how they weren't able to help people on Earth more. Blatantly exposing myself to help people was what triggered my fall, after all. Now that she's currently out of the reach of Heaven's System, it seemed like Gabriel didn't hesitate to start helping and healing. "Good for her," I said. "Is she fine other than that?" I asked him.

Heimdall took a second to presumably peer at Earth before nodding to me. "Yes, she is fine. In fact, the city of New York is considering throwing her a parade for what she did."

I then asked Heimdall if he could inform me of everything else going on. I was specifically interested in learning more about the Death Eaters and the Hand. To my surprise, Heimdall had trouble seeing the Death Eaters when they were hidden behind their wards and Fidelius Charm. Wizarding World magic might not be exactly powerful combat-wise, but it sure was versatile.

The Hand, on the other hand, he could see. Apparently, Madam Gao had clashed with the Iron Fist several times in New York so far. Wasn't that guy supposed to call me when he found them?

[You were in another dimension with no cell service obviously…]

Oh right. Danny Rand probably won't even bother calling me now that I never answered and probably came off as a flake. I guess I'd have to track down the Hand on my own again. That or I could ask Matt to put me in contact with Stick. The old blind man came off as shifty in the Netflix series, but at the end of the day, he wanted all of the Hand dead. I figured we could find common ground there. If the Chaste knew where the Beast was located specifically, then I could easily take care of it with my current strength. There was no way the Demon was at Ultimate Class. High Class? Maybe, but even then I doubted he was at the peak of it.

"Is that all the information you require of me, Layla?" Heimdall asked me. I told him "yes" and thanked him for his assistance. Not that he had anything better to do. The guy just stood here all day and spied on people. This had to be one of the most boring and lonely jobs in the universe.

[He can peep on all the girls he wants though.]

That he can, System. That he can...

After that, I made my way back towards Azazel's lab here on Asgard. Gabriel was busy enjoying being able to finally interact with humanity while not incognito, so I figured I'd retrieve her later. There was no need to end her time amongst the people so soon. I'm sure Michael was handling all of Heaven's workload just fine without her.

…

—Heaven/Earth DxD—

Michael was not handling all of the paperwork just fine. He was currently buried under thousands of backup files and requests. He was on the verge of tears. He was praying to his late father for Gabriel to return soon to help lighten his workload!

…

When I stepped into Azazel's lab, I found him and Kokabiel casually lounging on some chairs and sipping on some Asgardian mead. They were laughing and joking together as if they hadn't spent the past few hundred years at odds with each other.

"Damn, this is some powerful mead!" Azazel commented as he slammed his tankard backward and downed the whole thing. "This is one of the things I missed most about this place! The booze that humans produce isn't strong enough to even give me a buzz, and I'd never drink any of that swill that Devils produce!"

"Sister! Come and drink with us. We are in the middle of planning the downfalls of our enemies. The plans we have made! They are nefarious and perfect—burp!" Kokabiel was also red-faced and very clearly drunk. I didn't even know we could get drunk.

I raised an eyebrow at the two of them. "Do neither of you care that you're both plastered, and it's not even midday yet?" I asked them. I don't know why I bothered because they obviously didn't care.

"Nope. We're celebrating being loving brothers again!"

"Hah! Of course not! I am Kokabiel and I care not for the opinions of others!"

I figured. At least they seemed to be getting along better. That was a plus. "I was planning on returning to the Grigori HQ and wanted to know if you two wanted to come?" I asked. I didn't think Azazel had a reason to stay in Asgard now that I could freely move between dimensions.

"Thash good. I needsh to speak with all my subordinates. Ifsh I'm gone too long, they were supposed to assume I'm deadsh. And then they were to attack the Vatican and restart the great war!" Kokabiel slurred out.

"The hell, Kokabiel! You couldn't have mentioned that earlier!?" I exclaimed.

Kokabiel gave me a shrug in return. Azazel just laughed. The 10 and 12-winged Fallen were both too shit-faced to handle anything at the moment. These were two of the top leaders of our whole race…

[A race full of crazy sex-addicted combat junkies…]

That assessment was fair.

I grabbed hold of both of them before I opened up a portal towards Earth. I'd leave it up to the professionals to deal with my two drunk brothers.

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