Angelus ex Machina (The angel out of the engine)

by Eurus 2

In a steampunk universe an inventor made a robot to be an angel's vessel not knowing a demon was going to posses it. Destiel if you squint, Sabriel if you squint even more Translation from my own fic.

1. Introduction

It's my first supernatural fanfiction, as explain on the tag it was for my litt course and my teacher was not aware it was a fanfiction (also wriiten in franch at the begging so at some point it may sound weird) reference will be discrete…

It's a steampunk AU, just for your information

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Chapter 1: Introduction:

James Lewis' journal:

28th of June 1835:

I am searching for the perfect method to transform a mecha* into a perfect vessel. Despite my prayers no angel has come to help me, even though it would help them, they would not have to ask permission to "possess" a body, they would not have to restrain their grace. But in spite of that, they left me in the dark, but in the same time they would be more remarkable to Crowley's, the king of Hell, henchmen.

While leaving my spidery scrawl journal, I put my mind into the "why don't angel would not want this mecha*?" but other than being more remarkable (which you can avoid by putting clothes and a hat on). We are not trying to create living being, only mechanical being capable of movement without exterior intervention and something to "fix" grace to the body, our biggest problem at the moment. After these thought I immersed myself back into "the real world" and saw my workshop that I have not for what seemed hours or even days. Around the evening was settling and the urban lighting was starting to light up. My work shop was in what I called my "joyful mess": tools and pieces everywhere, on the ground, on the tables and Oh the window too. All of that was under or on top of papers full of notes about nothing and everything all at once: what pieces would I need, for that or that project, my problems with the "mecha-vessel", the vecha, provisional name. I even found a month old list in those papers. At the center of the room was the vecha, and at his foot where oil stains from the gears. By seeing it my mind went to the moment's problem but I prefer to concentrate on the most urgent, being, my stomach. I have not eaten anything since breakfast so hunger was making itself known. I then leave to eat something, not forgetting to close my work shop.

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That was the first chapter.

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Nawi