"Now, we are getting somewhere," The Courier muttered to himself, his eyes set on the structure in front of him, which was currently located in the corner of the plaza he used lately, the necklace preventing Ilias' sight from reaching him.

It was a simple shack, made completely out of wood, similar to a tent, covered in coyote fur, preventing a single ray of light from getting inside the structure. The idea behind it was simple, create a safe spot where Ilias could not see him. He also thought of improving it, by adding a bunch of hidden cameras, motion trackers and proximity mines, which would keep an eye on his surroundings, but he decided against it. The reason for that was simple, the less Ilias knew, the better it was. Not to mention with a help of the necklace given to him by Micaela, he was pretty much safe from all kinds of espionage.

The only way Ilias or anyone else could see what he was doing inside was to get inside the shack or... blow it up, either worked really. With that out of the way, after spending a bit of time in the library, getting the knowledge about this world and such, he had a plan. A long term plan, but it was a plan nevertheless. Currently he was stuck in Heaven and had no practical means of escape. The device that sent him to this... dimension or world for that matter was the last thing, he would use. The problem was, while it worked, it could send him to planet filled with lava or just straight out into space, thus killing him in the process. He had no idea how it worked and if by some freak accident it got destroyed, he had no actual way of going back home, which was something he was trying to avoid by any means necessary.

That's why he came up with a different solution, he was going to disassemble Big Mountain Transpoltarponder and turn it into an actual teleporting device. It was a common misconception, when he first used it, before Zero and the rest of the scientists actually explained it to him. The device didn't teleport him on it's own, rather it sent a signal to a satellite orbiting around the earth, which worked in conjunction with it, which then calculated his position and then sent him to an appropriate location, programmed into it, including Big Mountain. The teleporter without it was useless and he could end up anywhere, including Deathclaw Promotory. However, those maniacs from Big Empty somehow managed to create an actual teleporter that sent him to completely different world and most likely dimension, their twisted minds still capable of surprising him. It was very impressive and very disturbing indeed, if their madness was released upon Mojave... just thinking about it, sent shivers down his spine.

Shaking his head, his thoughts drifted back to the problem at hand. The thing was, he had no satellite orbiting this planet and just making it work without it and not teleporting inside the volcano could take several months, if not longer and that was without taking any obstacles into account. That said, it was his safest bet. Still, he wished he could do something else, instead of wasting time on a project that could yield no actual results. Not to mention, there were technologies much more dangerous and efficient to put it into mildest terms. The holograms from Sierra Madre for instance or the Cloud. I still remember Elijah message, when I locked him inside the vault. 'When you die... I'll be waiting here... at the Sierra Madre. Waiting.' And Christine is still stuck there guarding it, what a waste of resources and tech. The Sierra Madre itself is far more dangerous than the nukes could ever be, I mean sterilizing all of the Mojave from mutants, humans and everybody else. Almost invulnerable guardians and soldiers, with an almost endless supply of ammo, food and even Stimpaks... Then again, after leaving there I never wanted to come back, period, I still feel like shooting a radio every now and then. The courier smiled bitterly, as one of the many traumatic events, appeared once again in his mind.

Shaking his head, he let out a sigh. Another obstacle he came across was that stupid angel from the library. She hunted him down and gave him little time to actually investigate monsters and such. He current knowledge was mostly limited to the six ancestors, who were league of their own. Sure the books described the ancestors, their strengths and weakness, but the majority of the monsters were not described there, except some basic descriptions and where one could find more detailed books about them. I really need to get Ilya and Elanor to help me with that, I need to get as many pieces of information as I can get about monsters, if I want to survive in this world. The only thing I don't know is angels' strengths and weakness. Despite reading a book about angels, the information there was fairly limited, restricted to how one can achieve stronger forms and move up in ranks. Outside of that, no spells, no weakness, nothing. It made sense though, Ilias knew them like the back of her hand and the angels themselves were most likely aware of their shortcomings. Still, there was one element that most likely hurt them more than others, the one opposite to holy, called darkness.Six ancestors could do that, but outside of that, I am not sure, I will need to research that at one point. I really hope, they are not immune to lasers, that would really make everything I do pointless.

With his mind set up, he made sure, there were no angels coming towards him, before he nodded and entered the shack. Turning on his bionic eyes, he looked around, taking in everything located inside. The shack was empty for the most part. There were no decorations or furniture, besides a single workbench, with a simple wooden stool located in front of it. Just as he was about to get down to work, he heard a voice, coming from the outside.

"Such a lovely shack, it would be a shame, if something happened to it...," Ilias said aloud, while the courier groaned and jumped out of it as fast as he could.

"Really, Ilias? I thought you were better than that," The man said as he stood in front of the building, his arms crossed. In front of him, Goddess of the Light was standing, a small smile visible on her face.

"I am, I could have destroyed it as soon as I saw, but I didn't. Now then, what's that supposed to be?" She gestured towards the sign he planted a few hours ago, give or take.

"A timetable. I like to have some time off, you know? I need to recuperate after being treated as a sex toy for twelve hours," He explained and rolled his eyes.

"Twelve hours of work, for twelve hours of rest, that sounds a bit too much," Ilias countered and lifted her finger, before the sign was erased from existence by a wave of holy light. In it's place, there was a different sign, with a different message. It said 'From twelve am to six pm– Available. From six pm to twelve am - Not Available. No longer than thirty minutes each. No killing the prisoner, no exceptions, unless given to by me. Signed, Ilias'. On top of that, a giant clock, made completely out of white cloud, just like the sign, was located behind it. "Now, that's better, don't you think?"

"Well, not really, but at least you gave me some time off, which I did not expect, considering I am a 'prisoner'," He admitted, his attention focused on the goddess.

"I think a more appropriate term would be 'guest'," Ilias replied and smiled slightly.

"A guest? Do guests really work eighteen hours a day?" Courier countered with a smirk on his face.

"Yes they do, unless you want to be degraded to sinner, thus letting Wormiel, Berryle and others take care of you, how about it?" Ilias replied, while the Courier bowed in the most sophistasted way, he could muster.

"Thank you for treating me as well as you, oh, merciful goddess, I am truly grateful," He said with a sarcasm so thick, one could almost see it, along with appropriate smirk.

"Think of it as a gift, my humble apostle," Ilias replied in similar manner and smiled slightly. "That said, did you enjoy your visit in the library, I heard you gave Hermes quite a headache?" She asked and titled her head.

"She tried to kick me out of the library, so I made a run for it and tried to read a few more books. Unfortunately, I had to leave before I could get anything substantial," He said and shrugged.

"A shame really, oh and don't use the necklace all the time, I can just ask my angels to tell me what did you do, you know?" Ilias said and glanced towards the beds summoned prior to her arrival.

"I will keep that in mind, now then, is there anything else you need from me?" Courier asked and stretched a little.

"Actually, that reminds me," Ilias said and with a single gesture of her hand the mirror disappeared.

"Was it really necessary?" Courier asked, while giving Ilias a deadpan.

"Not really, but it's not like you will need it anymore," Ilias answered and smirked slightly. "Also, Promenstein, please come here," Ilias called and after a few seconds an angel landed on the plaza. She had long flowing red hair, a single pair of wings alongside a halo, red eyes and was wearing what looked like a lab coat over a black pencil skirt and a grey sweeter.

"Hello, Ilias, I presume, you called me here for 'that'," The angel asked, her gaze switching between Courier and the Goddess of the Light.

"That's correct, make it quick," Ilias confirmed, while the angel snipped out an empty syringe from her lab coat.

"Wait, hold on, what is going on?" The Courier asked, his body moving backwards, his attention fully focused on the syringe as his mind kicked into overdrive.

"It's simple, Promenstein came here to take a sample of your blood," Ilias replied, raised her hand and a bunch of golden chains anchored the Courier to the ground. Crap, I don't want to give them my blood, I have to do something, but what? "Also, it's one of the more pleasant ways, unless you want Wormiel to do it for me?"

"I am fine, thanks. Also, you could have asked, it's not like I can stop you," He admitted begrunginly. He watched as the angel found a vein on his left arm, stabbed him with a syringe and filled it to the brim with his red blood, after which the chains disappeared once more.

"That should do it, that said, according to Ilias, you possess metal parts or servos inside your body, which could be noticed during your fight with Wormiel, which also suggests your world is fairly advanced to be capable of such thing," Promenstein said, her attention focused on the man.

"Advanced? Pfff, hahaha!" The courier asked and burst out laughing, raising the eyebrows of two angels.

"What's so funny?" Ilias asked, surprised and puzzled at the same time.

"Advanced? In what way? Causing destruction, death and collateral damage?" He replied and chuckled. "Please, the things in my arms? They are glorified servos only useful when I lose all the tissue from my arms. Outside of that, they are kind of crap. I mean, they can't synchronize with my body, they weight me down and if I were to fall into deep water, I would drown," The Courier lied, without skipping a beat.

"Collateral damage, destruction? How strong are we talking about?" Promenstein asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Well, the most powerful military weapon that could be used were capable of blowing up small buildings from about five hundred meters," He lied once again.

"...Disappointing," Promenstein concluded and shook her head. "Show me those 'glorified servos', Courier."

"Sure, just give me a sec," He said and pulled out a typical combat knife, stabbed his left arm right in the middle and opened it up, allowing Promenstein to see inside it. This action didn't bring out even the slightest of surprise, as the two already knew some of the things that happened to him recently. She scrutinized the servos and let out a sigh.

"I see, I can understand why you called them this way. I hoped the technology of your world would be more advanced than that," She fully expressed her disappointment. I am sorry, princess, that my tech is not up to your standard. Still, that hurts, I mean, I spent weeks looking for those implants and they helped me out multiple times, but it seems like they are not even comparable here. With that in mind, what did she expect?

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you think they are disappointing?" Courier asked and hid the knife back in his pocket, while the wound on his arm closed on it's own

"Allow me to ask you a question, Courier. If those 'implants' were fully functional, how effective would they be?" She inquired, while the Courier scratched his non-existent beard.

"If I remember correctly, they would be capable of doubling my performance," He answered, while the Promenstein just smirked.

"Double, that's it? Well, in that case, you have got your answer. A double increase in performance that takes so much space and still leaves you too weak to fight toe to toe against majority of the monsters is pathetic, to put in the mildest terms," She answered, giving the Courier a small smile, who responded with a deadpan, as he took a few steps back, before she continued, "Of course, there is very high probability that you are lying in order to prevent me from extracting any kind of information regarding your world's technology. In that case, I think it would be most appropriate to conduct several tests in order to confirm this theory," She added and took a step forward.

"Promenstein, as much as I would love to let you do that, I am afraid, I can not allow that," Ilias said, causing the two to turn towards her.

"May I ask, what is the reasoning behind that? Do you not wish to see him harmed?" Promenstein inquired, her attention focused on the goddess.

"Of course not, that would not be beneficial at all. That said, Promenstein, if I let you do whatever you want with the Courier here, what would you do?" Ilias countered, while Promenstein smirked in response.

"It's obvious, isn't it? If I could, I would strap him to the table, perform a few experiments, cut off a limb or two, then once he dies I would perform an autopsy to understand what makes him tick," The angel answered, without an ounce of empathy, causing the Courier to break up in cold sweat. "Is something wrong with that?"

"I have never said anything like that, did I? Having said that, there is a possibility that Courier's death will not yield any results, in fact, you may find it impossible to replicate anything inside his body, isn't that right?" Ilias answered, while Promenstein lost herself in thoughts for a few seconds. I really don't know what Ilias intends to do, but I really hope she is on my side on this one. I don't want to become a guinea pig... again...

"Nobody is going to ask my opinion about it?" Courier protested, but the two barely spared him a glance.

"That's a possibility, yes. In fact, there is also the fact that he comes from different world and some things may be different. While it's true, the prisoner has shown a remarkable resistance to injuries and such, there is such possibility, yes. I have to admit, I did not think of it," Promenstein admitted and closed her eyes for a moment, before she opened them again. "Still, don't you think it's worth the risk?"

"Possibly, that said, I want to confirm that first," Ilias answered, a small smile evident on her face.

"I see, in that case, may I ask, how do you intend to do that?" Promenstein asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Well, you already have a sample of blood, that should let you find out about the regeneration he exhibited. However, just in case, let's allow Valkyrie to strike it with a sword to see how durable he is, how about that?" Ilias suggested, while Promenstein smiled in response.

"Very well, that should be more than enough," Promenstein agreed. Shortly after, Ilias called for the angel and in the next few seconds, Elanor fully geared in a white armour, landed gracefully on the plaza, kneling before Goddess of the Light.

"Is there something I can do for you, Miss Ilias?" The Valkyrie asked, her head low.

"I want you to cut off Courier's arm with a vertical slice," Ilias answered, while Elanor's eyes spread wide open.

"Hang the flip on! I have never signed up for this!" Courier protested as he took a few steps back, only for the golden chains to stop him dead in his tracks. He could only sigh in response as he gave Ilias deadpan. "You know, I already have things made of the same substance? Also, I like my arms all intact, you know?"

"Oh, is that so? That makes it much easier, very well. Elanor, stay put. Now, Courier, please show us some those 'things'," Ilias said and let the chains disappear.

Hearing the response, he started digging through his coat, until he finally found the katana he used to fight angels for the first time, before he tossed the weapon over to Promenstein, who caught it with a single hand. She began inspecting the blade, testing the sharpness with her finger, which couldn't draw a single drop of blood before she turned towards the Valkyrie, the sword held in front of her.

"Elanor, use your sword to cut through this weapon, I need to verify something," Promensten said, while the angel nodded in response. The Valkyrie drew her sword and with a single strike split the katana in half, it's blade flying through the air, before it landed in front of the courier. "...That's disappointing," Promenstein said, before she threw the remains of the weapon, towards Courier, who gathered them and hid them back in his coat, a dejected look on his face.

"I am disappointed, Courier, I expected better from you," Ilias said, while the man rolled his eyes in response.

"I am sorry, I was not able to match your expectations," He replied with an exaggerated tone. "Anyway, is there anything else you need from me?"

"No, I think that's all I could learn from you," Promenstein answered, causing the rest of the group to turn towards her. "With all said and, I think you won't have to worry about Courier here, for the most part, Ilias. The durability his body exhibited, while above average is not that much, especially compared to dragons and such. Even the sword he has shown to us turned to be disappointing. It may be more durable than designs other humans created, but not much, it would also explain how his body was able to survive the fall. The lack of any reactions towards pleasure attacks indicates that the courier had his spine altered in one way or another, maybe even augmented with similar 'implants' as he still seems to be capable of feeling pain, which is quite impressive, but not overly so. It could also be result of some sort injury, if we take his scars into account. So, while useful, it would be too much trouble to be used on a mass scale. And last, but not least, his immunity to effects of Ambrosia. If I had to guess, it most likely related to his genes. Overall, intriguing specimen but with very limited usage. The only usage his body might have is high speed regeneration, he exhibited during fight with Wormiel," Promenstein summed up the whole thing, leaving the rest of the group in deep thought. This is useful to know, Promenstein technology seems to be far ahead of the rest of this world, considering what she told me seconds ago. That said, double performance is crap? I mean, what did she expect, five thousand percent increase? Just thinking about it makes me feel like I haven't accomplished anything...Still, this is bad, I don't want them to take my genes and use them for their own schemes, but it's not like I can do anything about. I really, really hope they won't be able to replicate the rad child and such. If they do, well, then my chances of winning against them will drop considerably. Hopefully, they won't realize that my immunity to Ambrosia was caused by my artificial heart...

"I see, very well, Promenstein, I will trust your judgement. Now then, we shall take our leave, take care, Courier," Ilias said and the trio flew away, leaving Courier alone at the plaza.

"...I really shouldn't have underestimated Ilias...," He muttered to himself and let out a groan. I have to get out of here as soon as possible, I can't waste my time here, not to mention, I will need Think Tanks' help if I want to stand a chance, against those bloody angels. But to do so, I need to get out of here first. If I manage to make my way out of Heaven, then I should have much more time to conduct experiments on that stupid device that sent me here in the first place, instead of having sex with grotesque abominations eighteen hours a day. Still, at the very least, they still don't know about Saturnite alloy...

With his mind made up, he turned towards the clock and checked the time. According to it, it was nine pm, meaning he still had five more hours, before the angels decided to have their fun with him. He had to use it to the best of his ability, but first he checked the time on his pipboy, set the time and turned on the timer to see, how accurate the clock was. After that, he quickly made his way inside the tent, sat on the stool and got down to work.

First he put the device on the stool, took a bunch of utensils and drew a technical diagram on a fresh sheet of paper. That way, he had a way to put it back together. He started off with removing the battery, before putting the device apart, making a new diagram, each time he found another part, which seemed hard to return to previous state. Once he was done with that, he felt a headache coming up. The transpoltarponder was a pure enigma to the Courier, he had no clue on what principles did it operate, outside of maybe connecting to the satellite, making his mood drop considerably. I knew this wouldn't be easy, but even with current knowledge, I am having hard time, just trying to come up with some basic theory.

Of course, the Courier wasn't stupid, quite the opposite in fact. He had accomplished multiple astounding feats, prior to coming to this world, including: defusing bomb meant to blow a monorail, convincing Legion's Centurion to reveal Legion's plans by quoting Latin, healing injuries sustained by fighting mutated ants, repairing a duraframe eyebot designation 'ED-E', coming up with an alternative for Fixer, a medicine that helped combat addictions and such. Not to mention, hacking military grade computers, locks and robots. But this, this was way harder than anything he had done before. Not impossible, but with his limited time, lack of proper laboratory and the overall conditions, it seemed like he was going to spend a decent while in Heaven, which only further increased his frustration.

At the very least, Ilias gave him some time off, which for once, he was grateful for. He wasn't certain why she did that, but he was going to take it. If he had to take a guess, he would have said that Ilias had gained just a bit of respect towards him. That or she was lonely and he was a bit of a fresh air to her. Of course, she was still a bitch and a bit of kindness was not going to change that. Still, it was a clue that Ilias was not a complete monster, especially compared to the six ancestors. It's not like Ilias or her angels sucked humans from this world dry, enslaved them, ate them or the combination of three on a regular basis. It did not make her good, but outside of zapping him multiple times and forcing him to do things, he was not comfortable with, she was not the worst person, well goddess in the world. So, he had to give her credit, where it was due. He still wanted to punch her multiple times though.

Shaking his head, the Courier focused his attention on the transpoltarponder and began his research. The time passed on silence in silence, as the man filled multiple sheets of papers with theories, notes, diagrams, rough sketches and complicated mathematical formulas. The sound of pen writing on the paper, was all that was being heard in the pitch black darkness of the workshop. Even then with his mind focused on the task at hand, he stayed alert at all times, ready to hide all his research immediately. Then about five hours later, just as he finished the last sketch, he heard a sound of wings flapping and cursed under his breath. He dematerialized all the notes and hid them in his endless pockets, or more accurately in a pocket dimension, which stored all the stuff he gathered from around the wasteland, ranging from weapons, armour through chems and aid, ending at ammo and miscellaneous junk.

Wasteland was a weird place. Bottle caps, ammo, chems and basically everything else could be found in some really odd places. However, nobody could carry an entire arsenal of guns and ammo on their backs under normal circumstances. Well, unless you were Courier six with ten luck and found an equivalent of a pocket dimension during one of the adventures. As the courier made his way out of his shack, the first thing he noticed were a trio of angels standing in front of him.

He smiled as the sight of Elanor, Ilya and Mariel greeted his eyes. "Hey, girls, what brings you here?"

"Isn't that obvious, we came here to see you," Mariel answered with a smile on her face.

"That's right, we were worried about you, even Elanor," Ilya said, while the Valkyrie blushed in response.

The man chuckled after hearing that and gave them a warm smile. "I am glad to hear that. Having said that, couldn't you come sooner than that?"

"Well, not really, Ilias prohibited all the angels from doing anything to you or even meeting you in the first place, outside of specified hours," Mariel explained.

"Oh yeah, that makes sense. Still that leaves us in a pretty tight spot, don't you think?" Courier said and bit his lip as he contemplated his current situation.

"What do you mean by that, Courier?" Elanor asked, her light brow raised slightly.

"Well, according to the rules, Ilias set. I have got no choice, but to have sex with angels eighteen hours a day. If I were to favor you over others, it could have unpleasant consequences for all of us. I doubt most angels would be happy being overlooked because I have decided to spend my time with you," He explained. The angels in response, glanced between each other, their beautiful faces filled with doubt.

"If what you say is correct, judging by the amount of angels in Heaven, in worst case scenario, we would be limited to meeting up no more than one hour and thirty minutes every few months," Elanor concluded, while Ilya's eyes spread wide open in response.

"That's way too little!" Ilya exclaimed, not happy with the idea of being limited to short periods of time every now and then.

"It can't be helped. If I were to spend my time with you during my break and the rest of the angels found out about it, they would demand the same in return. Also, you should hide the teddy bears, just in case," The man explained, which only made Ilya less happy in return.

"It seems, we don't really have a choice," Mariel muttered and sighed.

"Don't be sad, when your turn comes I will spend all thirty minutes with each of you. On top of that, I would like to make a small proposal, that will stay between us," The man said, turning everyone's attention towards him. "I will still share things from my world with you and no other angel that will come here, including books, music, some drinks and such. All I expect in return is that you bring some books in return, is that all right with you?"

"I suppose... what books are you looking for though?" Ilya asked, her mood slightly better.

"The ones that describe monsters and their species. Like a book focused purely on mermaids, their strengths, weaknesses and abilities," He explained, while Elanor frowned.

"Last time you asked for the six ancestors, why are you interested in common monsters?" She asked, her right eyebrow raised.

"Simple, I want to be prepared for every threat possible, even if I can't leave. Not to mention, it could be interesting to read," He responded truthfully this time.

"I see, very well, we will bring you books about monsters. It's a reasonable request, we will start off with Yomas and go through the rest of the monsters, is that fine with you?" Elanor suggested, while the Courier nodded in agreement.

"I am fine with that, if you would be so kind. Now then, with that out of the way, Mariel, what would you like to do today?" Courier asked, while the archangel blinked in response, before she she lost herself in thoughts for a moment.

"Well... I am not certain, I wouldn't mind playing games with Elanor and Ilya, but I was wondering, if there is something different we could do," Mariel said, while the Courier nodded in response.

"That's understandable, then how about dancing, what do you think? Actually, wait, won't the sound spread all over the Heaven?" He asked, only for angels to look at him in surprise.

"That won't be a problem," Elanor said, turning everyone's attention towards her. "It's true that sound would spread under normal circumstances, but there is a simple spell that will keep it inside this plaza. It exists to keep some of the prisoners secluded and away from other distractions."

"Useful for interrogations, if you ask me, but I will take whatever I can get. Can you do it now, Elanor?" He asked, while the Valkyrie shook her head in response.

"I am a warrior and while I could try to do so, I believe Mariel is far more suited for the task," She responded, thus shifting everyone's attention once again.

"Okay, I will do it, just give me a second," Mariel said and with a small chant a wave of energy spread through the plaza, before ending at it borders. "There, that should do it."

"Thank you, Mariel, I appreciate it. Now then, shall we begin? Just a heads up, I am not really good at it, I only know the basics," Courier said, while Mariel frowned in response.

"How can we dance if there is no music here?" She inquired, while the Courier chuckled.

"I think you are underestimating me, Mariel. Still, I am glad about it, since I will take it over sex every single. And god help me, if I won't have more than enough of that than any sane person should have," He responded and started to rummage through pipboy, the angels keeping their eyes on him. I really hope my perception is enough to spot any more angels coming this way. Then with a smirk on his face, a giant jukebox made mostly out of wood appeared in the middle of the plaza, leaving the angels speechless. Without wasting anymore time, the Courier grabbed the device, lifted it in the air before carrying it over and putting it in front of the shack. Then with a single button press, a music filled the plaza. "Allow me to introduce Roundhouse Rock."

With a smirk on his face, the Courier walked up to Mariel, bowed deeply, his left hand behind his back, his right hand stretched towards the young archangel. "May I ask you for a dance, Mariel?"

The angel giggled in response, took the Courier's hand and the let herself be led to the middle of the plaza, her wings keeping her on the same level as the man's eyes.

"Hey, what about us?" Ilya interjected, while pouting.

"You will be next, okay, Ilya? I am going to treat you all equally, I haven't forgotten about you," He explained, which the Cupid responded with her arms crossed. The only unaffected one was Elanor, who seemed to be much more accepting of the response.

Then without further interruptions, the duo moved into the middle of the plaza, before the Courier placed his right hand on Mariel's waist, while the archangel placed her left hand on the man's shoulder, before their free hands finally met. The duo danced together to the music, their movement a bit off. Despite that, as the song progressed, the young archangel began to get better, her movement getting smother and it was easy to see, that she was thoroughly enjoying the dance.

"I am bad at it, aren't I?" She asked her voice low, disappointed with her own performance, despite having fun doing it.

"Really? I haven't noticed," He chuckled and gave her a comforting smile. "You are doing fine, just relax and let us enjoy the moment."

In response to that the angel blushed, as he led her over the plaza, adapting to her inexperience and keeping his attention firmly on her, thus giving Mariel sense of security and boost in her confidence. Once that happened, he could feel the angel finally relaxing in his grasp allowing herself to be guided on the dance floor. She let go of her worries and embarrassment and focused purely on the song, synced perfectly with it. As he sped up, so did she, as he slowed, so did she. The duo continued on like this, as long as the song run, before they separated, a lingering warmth between two of them. The angel was red as a beetroot and her wings were flapping timidly, as if she wasn't sure what to do.

"So, Mariel, would you like to continue?" He asked, while the angel nodded and he let out a chuckle. "Very well, we shall do that, but as I have said before I will treat each of you equally. It's Ilya's turn after that Elanor's and then I will dance with you again, is that all right with you?" Once again the angel nodded, so the Courier turned his attention towards the cupid and bowed the same way he did with Mariel. "Will you be my partner to this dance, Ilya?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed and basically jumped on him, staggering him for a second. He chuckled in response, led her to the middle of the plaza and began dancing.

The time seemed to rush as the group exchanged their partner and danced to their heart's content. Even the stoic Elanor permitted herself a small smile during her time, not to mention the Courier itself, who found it very enjoyable, especially compared to some of the luxuries of his world. At the end of the day, he was able to dance with one of the most beautiful females he had ever met, who made the rest of the Mojave look pale in comparison, even the likes of Red Lucy or Veronica. So when he noticed another angel coming in the distance, he grimaced, before he let Elanor go, quickly ran up to the jukebox and hid it once again in his duster.

Just as he finished , the angel came into view and landed at the edge of the plaza. On the first glance, she looked fairly normal, despite being a bit taller than the Courier. She had short blue hair, six wings, a large golden halo and a white robe, which covered her entire body. Yet, for some odd reason, he felt uncomfortable just being close to her.

"Ranael, why did you come here?" Mariel asked, her eyes narrowed.

"Isnt' that obvious? I came here to play with the prisoner," She responded and took a step forward, while the man took a step back. "I don't believe there is a problem with that, is there?"

"No, there isn't," The Courier interjected turning everyone's attention towards him. "At the end of day, I am obliged to do so. Elanor, Ilya, Mariel, I am afraid your time period here is over, so It is time for you to go."

Ilya look like she was about to say something, but Elanor shut her up, before she turned towards him and nodded, before leaving the plaza with the Cupid firm in her grasp. Mariel seemed a bit hesitant, before she left the plaza aswell sparing one last glance towards the Courier. After that the man turned towards the newcomer, his glare filled with nothing more but hostility.

"Now, what do you want?" He asked, his voice low as he crossed his arms.

The angel smiled in return, before her whole body changed in an instant. Blue tentacles similar to that of the octopus revealed themselves from the bottom of her dress, her hair turned into a bunch of blue snakes, her right hand turned into what looked like a venus flytrap, while her left one turned into pink tendrils and her smile turned vicious.

"Shouldn't that be obvious at this point?" She asked as the flytrap closed.

"...Mistakes have been made it seems...," He muttered to himself as he knew what would be coming up next, rape, tons and tons of rape. Oh boy, this is going to suck so much...

When he was finally done with the abomination that called herself Ranael, he felt his sanity slipping from him for a moment. Even with his drone mode and lack of emotions, the whole intercourse left him deeply disturbed, even with Ilya's pointers and pieces of advice, he would not call the experience pleasant by any means. At the bare minimum, the angel looked satisfied and was currently breathing heavily, while leaning against wall of the plaza, a lewd smile on her face as she eyed the fully clothed Courier.

The intercourse was bizarre, to say the least. And he could almost feel all the tentacles, despite his artificial spine. His felt dirty just thinking about it and he almost felt like drinking just to forget about it, only for another memory to surface. This one, related to a certain red haired woman, called Rose of Sharon Cassidy, or Cass for short. Drinking to forget, but it only got her mad instead. I'd better not make the same mistake. With a tired sigh, he turned towards the angel, an annoyed expression on his face.

"There, you are done, now do me a favour and go somewhere else," He growled, his arms crossed.

The angel in response chuckled and managed to get back on her feet. "Such a shame, I could get used to that, half an hour seems a bit too little. At the same time, I am sure you are going to miss me. I mean, I doubt Berylle, Wormiel and others will skip it out on the sex, especially after hearing how good it was from me." Then with a smug grin, she flew away, leaving the Courier alone on the plaza.

"…I really am starting to regret getting captured in the first place. And here I thought Sierra Madre was bad… I would rather go back to the Madre again, bare naked than spend my time having sex with grotesque angels. Heck, even Divide with deathclaws all over the damn place would be more pleasant...," The Courier muttered to himself, before he noticed another angel coming towards him, one he had already met before.

The Wormiel came, her massive body basically covering the sky, with a vicious smile on her face, her body wriggling all the time. "Did you miss me, Courier? I was deeply hurt that you rejected my invitation, you know?"

"Yeah no, I didn't miss you, at all. In fact I was hoping I wouldn't have to see your face for the next few years at least," He responded truthfully, but the angel just chuckled in response.

"I see, well then, it would be a shame to postpone it any further, now then, let me enjoy myself for a moment," She declared and began inching closer, while the Courier took as many steps back as he could, before his back met one of the walls of the plaza. With a grunt, he turned around, jumped and grabbed the ledge, before pulling himself over. However, before he could move any further, several golden chains surrounded him and brought him back into the plaza, right into Wormiel's hands. This is going to suck… Once that happened, the Wormiel used her whole body to play with the man, using various techniques to stimulate him, none of which worked, and only left him feeling disturbed… again.

After that, angels of various shapes and sizes decided to come in and have some fun, no matter how much he was against it. Even when some of the weaker angels from the ninth circle came, he still decided not to piss them off, especially since they could simply gang up on him if they wanted to. So the time passed with his drone mode active and the whole thing turned into routine. Meet an angel, have sex with her, make her climax, move on and repeat.

The only consolation was the fact the huge number of the angels of lower circles were actually kind of normal. They looked like beautiful human girls with wings for the most part, even if they were a bit different from each other. Unfortunately, not all the angels were attractive, there were some that put centaurs, a mutated mix of dogs, humans, cats and other creatures to shame with their appearance. The likes of Granaeru, an angel tree thing, Berryelle, an angel crossed with berry that tried to eat him at least three times during the intercourse or the Muzukiel, an angel with body parts of every insect imaginable.

Only when the clock rang, another angel that was coming stopped dead in her tracks, he felt like jumping for joy, but he stopped himself from doing that. With a smirk on his face, he bowed and said, "I am afraid, the time has run out. Now if you excuse me, I have stuff to do." And with that he left an annoyed angel on the plaza, before running right into his shack. He let out a sigh of pure relief as the dark interior greeted him, for once his vision clear out of genitals and breasts.

Just the first day of being a 'guest', he already had more than enough. This thing was a torture, for multiple reason. One, he could not feel anything and seeing angel climax for the fiftieth time left him feeling bored beyond belief at this point. Two, the abominations Lovecraft would be proud of. And three, the sheer tedium of it. It was not something he wanted to repeat over and over again for the next hundred of years, he had to get out as soon as possible. This was his goal, leave Heaven and never come back. So, with his mind set up, he got down to work on the transpoltarponder.

Unfortunately, it soon turned out that his way out was nowhere close to be seen. The transpoltarponder was so closely tied to the satellite, that it would require dozens, hundreds of tests on a smaller scale, just to see if it was safe. Not to mention, making a smaller version in the first place. Adding on top of that, the sheer mystery of how it worked, limited testing environment, and him being the only researcher meant that it was not going to happen overnight. Still, he had to try, if he didn't, he would be stuck here, till the end of time, being raped by the angels over and over again. A pathetic end to his adventures, one that he did not want to see happen at all costs. I can already see, what would they write on my tombstone if they ever found out about it. Here lies Courier Six, the biggest man whore in the entire wasteland… Good God, I can't let that happen!

With his determination renewed by potential outcome, he got down to work. The time was spent in silence as drafts, theories, diagrams began piling in on his workbench, but it didn't matter. He was in the zone, his mind working at full efficiency and keeping him focused on the task at hand. Only six hours later, when the clock once again rang as it should, he gave himself a little break. He didn't make a lot of progress, but he had to start somewhere. Then the Courier stretched himself, sighed deeply and entered the plaza once more.

After that, the whole ordeal turned into a routine. Each he spent having sex with angels, before having exactly six hours to work on his pet project. Then the clock rang again and the whole thing repeated over and over again. Soon enough, he started to lose the track of time, each day was almost indistinguishable from the other, each day felt almost exactly the same as the previous one. The only time it changed, was when the trio of angels he became close to, came to visit him. It helped set his mind at ease and let him have some fun every fun months, not to mention a new book about different kinds of monsters, including their strengths and weaknesses. While he wouldn't call them friends, allies or even anything close to that, but at the same time, they were more precious to him than an average wastelander, something akin to Followers of the Apocalypse or People of Goodsprings, both of which he helped more than a few times.

Each time they visited him, he was truly grateful, though he never outright stated it, lest some of the other angels or Ilias would use it to their advantage. Also, thanks to them, he learned quite a bit about monsters, their strengths, weakness and customs. For instance, while most monsters had weakness to something different, this did not apply to holy based attacks, which hurt even the most resilient monsters. Lamias for example were weak to ice based attacks, while vampires burnt almost as well as the coal did. It was useful knowledge, even if he could not use magic like this so far. Still, some of his weapons like Cleansing Flame would prove to be extremely effective in this world.

Still, despite Ilya, Elanor and Mariel's best intentions they could not prevent the sheer tediousness of his stay in Heaven. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years and it felt like his mind was slipping from him a bit more each and every day. Only around five years later, he finally managed to accomplish his goal of retrofitting the transpoltarponder. Just as the last lost screw was finally put into place, he could not believe himself for a moment, despite staring right at it. I...I did it, it is finally here...

The device was very similar to the old transpoltarponder, except a small screen with a few buttons attached to it and a small screen, which displayed his current and desired location. Slowly, he put in the coordinates of his arrival, carefully, as if he was dealing with a newborn. Just as he finished the last one, he hesitated, he could press the trigger at any point. But, there was one final thing to do. He slowly put the device back in his coat, before he turned his attention towards the shack and dematerialized it, leaving nothing but dust in it's place. Then with a necklace on his neck, he pulled out the device.

However, before he could use it, he felt a jolt running through his body, before a massive wing of blue light appeared on the right side on his back. It was transparent and was glowing with a pale light, illuminating the area around him. It came in a surprise and he could only gape, as the new appendage floated in the air defying any conventional knowledge he had on the subject. At the same time, he felt a sudden jolt and, before he fell on his knee and spat blood onto the floor, his HUD bombarding him with new information he struggled to process due to one simple reason. He felt pain, he shouldn't be able to do so, he shouldn't be able to feel anything, yet he did. It shook the usually stoic man, as it was not only unbearable but it felt like his body was about to break at any given moment.

Then before he could fully comprehend it, a blue vortex of swirling energy, appeared out of nowhere right in front of him. Through it, he could see the Think Tank, looking at him, their metal bodies with their brains inside floating through the air. He didn't care anymore, he didn't question it, he just jumped through it and the portal collapsed shortly after.

He smiled weakly at the familiar faces and muttered, "It is good to see you, guys, again...". Then as he saw the ground coming closer, shouts of concern surrounding him. But it didn't matter to him anymore, after five years of imprisonment he was finally free and with that thought on his mind and a smile on his face, he lost consciousness.

Author Notes:

So, it has been, what half a year? Sorry for that. At the same time, I have got actual excuse, College. And let me tell you, it ain't pretty. So, might as well start off with that. No updates till summer, at the bare minimum. Seriously, I have got way too much work on my platter to think about writing anytime soon, so sorry for that.

Now this is important, I think you see at the end, the Heaven did something to the Courier, right? I foreshadowed it in chapter 2 and chapter 6 I believe, so you can't say it was an ass pull.

VERY IMPORTANT. This change does not mean, the Courier will go around killing everyone using angel powers. I mean, he already hides best stuff from his world, something as crucial as that should not be showed around in MGQ world. So, what this means, you will see some good old fashioned guns showing their worth to the monsters with too much ego. Things like Plasma Rifles, Anti Materiel Rifle, grenades, CLEANSING FLAME and God Hand (Industrial Hand). So look forward to that. And Mojave on the other hand will taste a bit of Holy Might, (Insert Evil Laugh Here).

Also, to a guy who called Courier a weeb due to katana. Do you know it is one of the fastest weapons in Fallout New Vegas and can strike up to five times a second? It is not the best weapon, but it was used for a few reasons. One, keep saturnite alloy hidden from the angels and two, when you go around the wasteland, do you waste .50 ammo on a bloatfly? I certainly don't, so why would the Courier, since the supplies don't grow on trees?

Ediros, signing out.