The Dreading Angel by ThousandMastery
I'm surprised I'm still here. Or the fact the nameless God of the bible existed. What do you mean I'm an angel? OC, 1st person POV. Slightly OOC-ish Gabriel and Michael Rated M. No offensive to religion, mind you. Starts years before canon.
Genre: Humor. Drama. Family.
Warning: Has lots of religious suggestions made for entertainment. If you are offended by such talk, please leave. Rated M for obvious reasons.
Ahem. Disclaimee: I do not own High School Dxd or any references made in this story. High School DxD is owned by that one Japanese Light Novelist that wrote High School DxD. I am simply using its characters and setting to an extent for non-profit entertainment. Thank you for understanding and not calling lawyers. You didn't, right?
OKAY I'LL DO IT PROPERLY! JUST DON'T DO IT!
Disclamer: I do not own High School DxD/ハイスクールD×D, it is owned and written by Ichiei Ishibumi, illustrated by Miyama-Zero, and published by Fujimi Shobo's Fujimi Fantasy Bunko.
Chapter 1: THE ANGEL-PROTAGONIST
I died. An empty, worthless life. It doesn't matter.
But it should. It's so WRONG.
Nobody cares. Nobody. I realized, even I didn't care.
WRONG WRONG IT'S WRONG STOP
"..."
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...
I was sure I was dead. I was told I wouldn't survive another day and told the doctor to put me out of my misery. Why is this room so white? There are no signs of electricity and it's like they're torturing me by turning on lightbulbs all around me.
Perhaps he refused and was in trouble.
"(So, you are awake.)"
Who was that?
An eerie voice echoed. I heard it through not only my ears but my mind. Why did it resonate. It sounded old and male.
So why did the person call me 'child'? I'm pretty old mind you, and my old man died of infection from smoking for three whole decades.
"Who are you?" I asked, looking around for an intercom, any camera. Instead a being with silver white robes appeared.
Except he had no face. No nose. No ears. No eyes. No hair. He looked like an monster. Even the shape of his head felt like staring at an optical illusion.
"(I have no name. But others have referred to me as God.)"
I froze. Waaait. So the bible was right? If I've met this being, the almighty one...
"Right. Totally makes sense." I sighed, my head bobbing down. Then I realized my features were youthful. My skin was perfect, there were no black valleys or callouses on my hands either. I touched my face and it felt like smooth silk. I stared at my body, from chest to finger, not a single body hair anywhere. Looking closer, the stretched loose skin in joints and other signs of a 'human' were gone. Looking at my skin was like looking at fine plastic. Perfect and flawless. Even my fingernail.
Then I noticed the big white silver-tinted wings behind me. Two of them, each about a meter long and maybe sixty centimeters wide.
"W-what...?"
"(You were at deaths door. You have exceptional morality, and have not forsaken me, even at the epitome of despair and loneliness.)"
'God' holds out his hand.
"(Be my guardian, part of my will, as an Angel.)"
I stare at 'God's hand, and can't help but spout a familiar phrase I saw at in a manga years ago.
"I refuse."
'God' doesn't seem shocked, but tilts the head. I can't help but try to refer to 'God' as a male due to the lack of female features, but seems to lack male ones as well. Not masculine, instead an slender androgynous body of roughly 5 to 6 feet, or 170cm. (Just refer it as a male for convenience sake.)
He laughs and it's kind of scary because I can't see a mouth. I don't even know if it's a mask or not.
I think he was expecting me to refuse. And expecting me to accept. But I have no wish to be part of 'God's will'.
I indulged in desire but found nothing at the end of it. Games were interesting but did not change my reality. My knowledge did not change fate or the fate of others.
A 'worthless existence' so to speak. So why is this almighty being so interested in me? And not those fake priests and bishops preaching the name of God in their will?
"(Because they do not belong in 'Heaven'. But you do.)"
"..."
"(Only those who truly repent are permitted and forgiven. Not those who repent out of fear or consequence, but for all, even if faith does not succeed and I do not move.)"
""(Which means whether or not I agreed...)"" I paused as 'God' finished my sentence. "(I was already within your grasps. It is true, but my will does not subvert your own like you think it does. I have given all minds free will for a reason after all.)"
I can tell. Doing anything alone is lonely, inefficient, slow and painful. No matter how powerful one is.
"(I'm tired. Of everything. I've gone in so many circles. Too many.)"
I couldn't see his face, but his body expressed it by slouching.
"(My guardians are like sheep and tame wolves. My exiles are irrational, yet predicable. I thought perhaps you would be different, one from another world.
But it seems I was mistaken.)"
I paused. A different world?
"(As the first reincarnation of this world. A human turned angel. You are not almighty despite this. Even I am not truly invincible, despite many claims. Just to an extent.)"
I take in what he says but create a reply on what I truly feel.
"So? That's fine isn't it? I'm an angel now. But the universe is nearly infinite, even if you do not change anything. Perhaps you should just sleep until you grow sick of it."
He laughs hollowly. It's rather creepy. But this feeling I'm getting from him... Is very familiar.
"(That's right. I've already done everything. You understand me quite well, Jasper.)"
"..."
"(I've read everything, watched everything multiple times even if I don't want to, for the changes in outcomes or methods are narrowly changed. I've doubted myself many times. I've made almost everything enemies and another all my allies once. I've made them turn on me and vice versa. I've pushed my will on the world and another time I stood back and watched at various intervals while exiles ravaged the land. But you can understand the depth of what I'm saying, can't you? After all, you too have gone through such thoughts. Only I experienced them all.)"
I'm speechless. If I was more of an narcissist, I would say "what a waste" and if I was arrogant beyond belief I would say "you should give that power to me!"
This person's body is made of tears.
"(I know you always wanted to fight in a battle for righteousness. This is the beginning of it. I already know my downfall is near. We will not speak again Jasper.)"
He hands me a fine white robe before turning away as I examined it. Now that I think about it, I was kind of naked.
The cloth was thick yet was so fine, it couldn't be crafted by humans. I couldn't even see the seams up close that even the finest machines make. A one piece robe that was not sagging at the least.
It had proper long sleeves, a silver chain that connected the belt, some silver lining patterned with a dull grey collar around the chest. Oh pants and boots too? How nice- it's pure white with the same silver lining.
Why you...
This person's level of manipulation is over 9000 for sure.
I think my life just did a 360 then a somersault flip. I did not know it could do that.