My Drill Is The Drill That Creates The Heavens Novelas e Histórias

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

he stammered, his composure completely shattered. “Yes, three, as I’m the fourth.” As she spoke, she reached into the lapel of her elegant blazer and produced a small, elaborately carved silver pin. It had the Councillium’s emblem clearly visible on it – a intricate design depicting a stylized sun, moon, and a thorny rose intertwined. The symbol of ultimate authority in the supernatural world. “I take it I don’t need to tell you to keep your mouth shut about it?” she said, her voice now a silken threat. He shook his head frantically, a rapid, almost comical movement, before giving a slight, instinctive bow, a gesture of absolute deference.

There was definitely some history between her and Drake. I turned back to Drake. “Okay, what is this solution to our problem?” I asked, and he grinned. “Easy,” he said, “We fix the seals the way they were made.” “I thought God, or whatever, made them. Do you have a direct line to him or something?” I asked and Drake chuckled. “You would think, wouldn’t you?” he said, “But alas no, the beings upon high don’t seem to be too keen on conversing with us. But the seals as they currently stand were created, or recreated by us. Or at least the former us, the first Divine Warriors.”

"I just thought that he would give me a chance to make things. To create things. Beings. Living, breathing beings that could move and talk and live. So I agreed. I don't want power, you know. I just want to be recognized as a creator. You know, I even tried to revive Benjamin. I thought that the Great Leader would like that." I swallow hard. "And what happened?" Drake cracks a smile. "Well, we had a breakthrough. We learned that you can't make something out of nothing. But a good foundation can make... anything." I don't know what he means by that. Or at least, I don't want to recognize what he meant by that. Because right now, my brain is interpreting it as recycling dead bodies to make...