Devil's Music

Jewish cemetery in western Lakovia.

Despite the hot weather, a black-haired beauty in a black suit stares out from the entrance to the cemetery. Next to him, a blonde boy dressed in the same clothes looked up at a black-haired man with a worried face.

“Your cauldron, sir. What do I do?”

A black-haired kiln looks down at the blonde boy and grabs his face with one hand.

“Ha, why Jamaica · · Pymon, Amduras? ”

A blonde-haired beauty, Pymon nods.

“We've contacted them, but Jamaica is impenetrable to Amdusia, my lord. ”

The pot looks troubled and reaches out from the entrance to the cemetery. As soon as the semi-circular protective shield of cloudy grey light reached the mouth of the cemetery, it caused a spark.

"Ticktock!"

You shake your head, looking down at your hand, steaming with the burning smell of a kiln. There was worry in his eyes.

“Why, of all the places I've done it, is this place. ”

Pymon looks worried as he sees the steam rising from his grip.

“Jamaica is the most active angel in the human world, and it's been over 55 years since we've been inside, Mr. President. ”

He glances at Pymon as he approaches.

“A long time ago, the place where the demons had gone in and wreaked havoc is now forbidden to the devil. Is there no way in, Pymon? ”

Pymon shakes his head and looks out of the cemetery more visibly. It was because there was an angel with golden wings outside the cemetery watching this side of the house. Seeing Pymon's eyes change, he turns to the angel. The angel flinches as soon as he meets his eyes with the kiln. The kiln raises one hand and shouts.

“Hey! I need to talk to you for a second! ”

The angel looks frightened, shifting his gaze between the kiln and the pymon. The kiln raises its hands.

“I would never do you any harm. I swear on my name. ”

The angel hesitates, and as he vows on his name, he comes closer to the staggering dance. I had never seen a higher demon before, but it was an angel who came forward vigilantly with very frightening eyes. Kamagin looks at the angel a little closer and waits for him to soften his guard. The angel seems to be more nervous as he doesn't speak.

“Is Caliel here? ”

When the angel hears his low voice, he wrinkles his neck and nods slightly. As Gamagin taps into the protective shield that is blocking him, Sparks strikes again.

“As you can see, I can't go in there, so don't be afraid to answer. I'm Gamagin, and this is Pymon. What's your name?"

The angel hesitates and opens his mouth.

“I, I am Angels of Class 9, Sonia. ”

With a relaxed expression, the kiln tucks its hands into the pockets of its trousers.

“Yes, Sonia. Are there any Cherubim angels in Jamaica right now? ”

Sonia said, touching her white, blond hair with cold sweat.

“Well, yeah. He is. Besides, there are two or two Dominions, so you'd better not try to break through! ”

Pymon spills his veins.

“Okay, why don't you just say it? ”

Sonia grips her trembling hand, but before the two great devils, she releases her strength to her legs and settles down. When he saw him, he smiled and said,

“Rest assured, I don't mean to bother you. Is Caliel here? ”

Sonia barely raises her head while seated.

“Ka, Khaleel's not here! ”

After a sigh, Gamagin bows his head and thinks, then raises his head again.

“Is Nathaniel here, then? ”

Sonia stiffens and looks up at the pot with trembling eyes, nodding slowly. Sonia is furious as she pulls her hand out of her pocket. When he saw Sonia surprised, he slowly raised his hand to show her, and gestured as if to go quickly.

“Will you tell him I want to see him? ”

Sonia shakes her head as she looks frightened.

“Nathaniel is busy! I'm not the kind of person you want to see! ”

As Pymon turns around with his tired eyes, Pymon raises his right hand with a playful smile. A ball of dark, ominous energy clumps over Pymon's right hand, sucking in the air around it. When Sonia looks at Pymon with a frightened face, Pymon smiles and says.

“What will happen when this shield is torn? ”

Sonia flinches her legs and backs away, shouting with a finger.

“W-what are you doing?! You want to go to war!!? ”

Pymon nods slowly and smiles.

“If you don't get Nathaniel back, so be it. And you will once again be recorded as the angel who created Armageddon. ”

After Sonia hears Pymon's words, she immediately turns around and hollers.

“Now, now, wait a minute! ”

Pymon smiles satisfactorily as he sees Sonia disappear quickly. The gammagine spills its veins as it looks at such a pygmon. About five minutes later, four angels appeared to fly away, stirring their golden wings vigorously. In the front, the black-haired girl sits motionlessly in front of the kiln and lowers her head slightly.

“It's been a long time, Earl Kamagi. ”

Gamagin reaches out and asks for a handshake. After being blocked by the shield, he smiles beautifully.

“Oh, right, Nathaniel. It's been a long time. How are you? ”

Nathaniel gives a cute smile and bends his knees slightly.

“Yes, Your Highness. Hello there. What brings you here? Jamaica is no longer a place for demons to come. Michael will be angry if he finds out. ”

Pymon grunts with a scary look on his face.

“Stop talking nonsense when you know everything. Michael knows that. ”

Nathaniel smiles as he looks at Pymon growling.

“It is impossible to tear the shield if threatened. Michael made it himself. ”

Pymon looks at Nathaniel, and looks away.

“Hmph, let's stop wasting time. Anyway, you know what? The human child is here. ”

Nathaniel looks back at the three angels who were escorting him.

“I'm fine, just do your job. ”

The three angels glanced at each other, then quickly flew away and disappeared. Nathaniel slowly opened his mouth, waiting for the angels to be completely out of sight.

“I know. You came to Jamaica today. ”

He said, taking a step forward.

“You already know that this is the child we are protecting. ”

“Yes, Your Highness. I'm aware of that. ”

“Can you clear a path, then? ”

Nathaniel stares at the pot for a moment and shakes his head.

“I'm sorry, I'm out of my league. Jamaica has been cursed for many years by demons to buy and sell slaves from Africa. There are a lot of angels out there cleaning up, and if you two come out, they're going to be scared. ”

As he sighed and looked at the ground, Nathaniel said.

“You don't have to worry. Michael foresaw this and gave me instructions. ”

The pot raises its head in surprise.

“Michael prophesied? What were they instructed to do? ”

Nathaniel smiled as he applied it.

“You gave me two instructions. It was an order to protect the child, and another order. ”

Pymon asks, clinging to the shield.

“What's the other one? ”

Nathaniel looks at Pymon and says without smiling.

“I was instructed to pray for a child's dream to meet one person. ”

As Pymon punches the shield, the entire shield rumbles and sparks.

“Who are you! Who did I ask you to meet?" It's not affecting her psyche, is it? ”

Nathaniel looks up at the floating shield and gathers his mouth.

“Wow, the power of the High Demon is impressive. The whole shield is ringing. ”

“Stop talking nonsense, and talk fast! Who's there?"

Nathaniel smiles, alternating between the kiln and the pymon.

“Not exactly a person, an angel. ”

The kiln tilts its head and asks.

“An angel? Why? ”

“To help her on her way. ”

“What kind of help? ”

Nathaniel stares at the pot and says,

“You made her sing in the voice of your power. He already has too much power. If a child has a bad heart, it's going to spread to incredible lengths. We wanted to prevent that. ”

As Gamagin waits for Nathaniel's mouth to open without saying anything, Nathaniel smiles and says.

“An angel who will teach her child how to put the right idea into music. ”

Pymon tilts his head and asks.

“Who is that? Was that one of the angels? ”

Nathaniel looks at Pymon and opens his mouth.

“You won't know it for a while. ”

Pymon and Gamagin quietly listen to Nathaniel, and she smiles deeply.

“The one who was born human and became an angel. Bob Marley. ”

You stare at Nathaniel with a blank expression. Nathaniel covers his mouth to see if their reactions were funny. The pot that has been watching her smile for a long time opens her mouth.

“Bob Marley? He's human, isn't he? You're an angel? ”

Nathaniel nods, covering his hands with his mouth.

“Yes, about 30 years. It's still class nine.”

He folds his arms and strokes his chin.

“Well, yeah, I know him. It's also the setting where I chose art as a way to accumulate my merit. But I doubt Michael gave the order. ”

Nathaniel nods his hand.

“Michael is not the one plotting behind my back. You're very interested in him. And when I saw his last act, I didn't have a problem. The only thing he cares about is his future. because a lot of people can suffer if something goes wrong. You're just trying to help your child. ”

Pymon puts his hands on his waist and says,

“Nathaniel, can you speak your name? He's going to be fine. ”

Nathaniel looks Pymon straight in the eye and nods slowly.

“Yes, I swear on my name. I'm going to make sure that nothing happens to her. ”

He closes his eyes and thinks, then retreats to his position and folds his arms.

“Fine, I'll believe you. But I'm staying here until he gets out of here. ”

Pymon stares at the pot like that, and comes to his side, and together, he folds his arms and closes his eyes. When Nathaniel saw him, he flew up with a smile and disappeared to heaven.

< 1224: Part 2 in Jamaica. > End

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