"I'll repeat. Name, Affiliation, and Intention. If you don't speak in twenty seconds, you know what happens." As soon as Vergil uttered those words, he felt the air being isolated, and a small veil of battle, isolating the human world, appeared. However, he felt no hostility.
With surreal speed, three fallen angels appeared before him, bowing; they were three reasonably beautiful women.
"We apologize for the intrusion." The one in the middle, who had black hair and purple eyes, apologized, looking at the ground without looking at him. She was holding back, but she was terrified.
"Answer." Vergil spoke.
"W-we are from Gregory, we have no intention of interrupting your affairs in the mortal world, but we were sent on a mission to request an audience with you on behalf of Azazel." She spoke while her voice trembled; in fact, her whole body could no longer bear being in Vergil's presence.
