The Angel of Thunder

by TheGiftOfHeavenSun

Here, lies along the alley of fate, Misaka and Touma will face another threat, as the new arc descends from the heaven itself, here, they must face another problem, as Misaka Mikoto 'awakened'... Newest Update: The influence of Shokuhou Misaki!

6. The Origin

First thing first, I'm very sorry for my lateness in posting. I was sick and nearly hospitalized. Sorry:(

Now, I want to apologize for the lengthy characteristic of my chapters. I don't know, but when I am writing, words keep flowing to my mind and I just can't stop it immediately. So, I'm very sorry for that miss Anna Fatalism Dilettante. I will make up for that later.

Some readers would like to know about the appearance of other characters. I will list the character of my story (except the one that has appeared): Accelerator, Last Order, Misaka Worst, Musujime Awaki, Etzali, Hamazura Shiage, Mugino Shizuri, Takitsubo Rikou, Kinuhata Saia, Fukiyose Seiri, and the last is Shokuhou Misaki.

The last: This chapter contains my hypothesis of Aleister's purpose. Please judge the truth and the probability of truth of my hypothesis. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter 6: The Origin

The black starry sky had disappeared, changed with a certain grey sky which could resemble the particular and usual autumn day, completely blocking the sun that was doing its habitual activity above. The water was dropped from the sky above, heavily drenching the earth below with its characteristic, creating enormous amount of puddle as the heavy sound of the falling rain covered the peripheral area. The wind picked up, as its howl swept the majority of sound that existed in Academy City, fully ready to blow everything away, together with the humidity that the downpour had created. The present weather was far different than the starry sky last night, and even the most advanced weather satellite in Academy City was dubious to be able to predict the weather in the future.

The clattering sound of thunder, together with the blinding shaft that was ready to scare everyone, was the one which accompanied a certain purple haired girl as she eventually woke up from her deep slumber. Stretching her arms with a low yawn that had been her ritual, she began standing up from Touma's cozy bed that had been her friend only since yesterday, not fully ready to face another hectic day from the morning. Her yellow pajamas was so messy, a good resemblance with her hair, the same as her sleepy facial that still demanded another time for sleep. It was not like that she was a heavy sleeper or something, but she slept late for cleaning Touma's dorm which she voluntarily did, without the acknowledgement of the said spiky haired boy.

The lack of the presence of a certain spiky haired boy wasn't usual for Itsuwa, as all of her senses began surveying the space, as if demanding the greeting and smile of Kamijou Touma that filled the draft with his courtesy. Knowing that for two weeks the said Imagine Breaker boy won't give her any company, she began making her way to the bathroom, for a good amount of shower time was something that she really needed to wipe away the drowsiness that overwhelmed her brain. In less than two minutes, the silhouette of herself taking a shower could be seen on the curtain, humming a low tune as she began cleaning herself.

The hot water that gave warmth to her flawless skin somehow brought her to the event that took place right after the incident that even she didn't know well. It was the time when Kamijou Touma, or to be precised, her love secret (or at least it was what Tatemiya Saiji told to her) requested her to take care of his dormitory, for he had an amount of businesses that must be done regarding someone's solicitation whose name she forgot to ask. Of course, as a good friend just like she would always be, she accepted the request, together with a promise from the said spiky haired boy to visit her and pick her up for another leisure time in Academy City someday. It was not like that Itsuwa was an oracle or something, but she somehow knew, that the request was related to the incident that happened when she checked out the landmarks of the town with him.

The steam that created a certain haze around her body also brought her back to the time and space that took place just when the stars were the one which adorned the sky above. Her cell phone rang, creating a noise that rumbled the room. It was a call from her superior from the Amakusa Church, Tatemiya Saiji, warning her of the presence of an unknown branch of church that was tasked by the Roman Catholic Church to attack the Academy City. Tatemiya told her that their object was most likely Kamijou Touma, as an individual that was strangulated between the science and magic side. As her guardian role was still in place, defending and protecting Kamijou Touma was a compulsion.

Nevertheless, somehow, she had a certain instinct which said that the object of the Roman Catholic Church was not her love secret. It was not as if her instinct was always right, but still, she just thought about the probability of that. It was very rare for the Roman Catholic Church to hire another branch of church to work for them, for the pride that the said church belonged was famous throughout the land. Even a skillful mercenary like Oriana Thompson was only tasked to deliver weapon. Moreover, the greatest magician only existed in Roman and Anglican Catholic Church. The Anglican Church would never collaberate with the Roman apparently, so perhaps, the object was not the boy who had defeated three members of God's right seat.

But still, another invasion to the Academy City was not something that Itsuwa wanted to see from VIP seat. Another invansion could only mean that the peace that the city had would be depleted again, and also, it would create destruction to the city that Kamijou Touma loved. From a little glance to the said spiky haired boy, everybody could know that his affection to the city was far greater than what they could imagine. This was the city where all of his loved ones lived (excluding his parents, of course), and for him, protecting them was a must, a law. Itsuwa, as his guardian, would be involved likely, and she wouldn't regret it.

Sixth o'clock was the time that the only wall clock in the room showed as its hands moved towards the respective number, just when she finished taking a bath. She was wearing a blue T-shirt and long black pants, a change from her usual attire, with a wet towel which was wrapped around her neck. As if it was a ritual that she had done invariably, the said purple haired girl walked to the window, looking at the rain which somehow collected the gloom that the humans had, relieving the burden that they had by absorbing it to the sky.

Being a rather melancholic girl from the start, far different from what she thought before, she began thinking again about the figure of a spiky haired boy who had the attention and affection of hers. Another figure was formed; it was a figure of a hazel haired girl that Touma had saved yesterday. Indeed, the said guy seemed to have no any feeling towards her, for what he had done didn't need any logical reason (or at least it was what Kamijou Touma said). Nevertheless, she still wondered of the relationship between them, for it appeared that Kamijou Touma cared about her so much. Well, maybe if she at least didn't think anything about it, she wasn't interested with Touma anymore.

Well, no need any logical reason right?

But it was still a dream of hers to be cared deeply by the said spiky haired guy. Well, indeed, Touma cared about her, but no that 'care'. The 'care' that she wanted was something that made her 'special', something that made her different than any other girl, not a usual chit-chat or a usual help. It was something that would make her felt like that she was really the girl that Touma specialized. Even though she had a feeling that the difficulty to reach that stage was extremely hard.

Well, at least she was not jealous again completely.

Completely? Well, maybe hopefully.

The rain didn't appear to stop immediately, as its intensity seemed to increase and increase from time to time, with the howling wind that showed the improbability to take a walk enjoyfully today. Itsuwa disregarded the rain that was still dropping, and made her way to the kitchen. Well, even though she was trained to diet by the Amakusa Church, but still, a breakfast was necessary for her.

Suddenly, she could hear a faint sound of her cell phone ringing, with a slight mix of vibration's sound as the cell phone made its contact to the table beside Touma's bed. Itsuwa approached her cell phone as her eyebrow raised a little by the sudden call. It was not the time for daily report for the condition in Academy City to her superior, and also, she didn't have any acquaintances in this city that knew her number. But still, the sight of her cell phone ringing was a signal for her to pick it up, and so, it was what she did.

Together with the disappearance of the ringing sound of her cell phone, Itsuwa checked her phone. An envelope image was displayed on the screen, showing the message that was received by the cell phone just now. A name Kamijou Touma was written under it, showing the sender of the said message. Itsuwa opened the message, and there, she could read the words that the message had, and somehow, she gasped

Oy, sleep well. You appeared tired yesterday.

Itsuwa's lip curved upwards, forming a gentle smile that showed an attractive side of hers that could stop the heart of the majority of male members of Amakusa Church. A gentle, somehow satisfied expression could be seen on her beautiful face. She fully knew that the said guy had sent the message yesterday, but being the embodiment of misfortune for eternity, the said message would never reach her in time; perhaps a day or so. Whatever it was, she couldn't help but smile silently, as her heart somehow jumped in joy to the sight of the fragment of words that the message had, as if it was a painting that was made by Leonardo Da Vinci himself.

Kamijou Touma would always care about her, and he indeed didn't need any logical reason.

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Walking side by side under one umbrella with an effective human electricity conductor was not something that a certain spiky haired boy wanted to do in the midst of storm and thunder. Nevertheless, the lack of umbrellas that the hotel provided, also with the thought that an umbrella could be used by two people, 'forced' him to share the hotel's umbrella with Misaka Mikoto, even though he was a little bit scared for it. It was hilarious to know that the hotels couldn't provide many umbrellas in spite of the fact that it was the most expensive hotel in Academy City. Was an umbrella considered to be a commoner's stuff or something?

Well, at least a spark of thunder hadn't reached him, not yet.

Both of them were heading to their respective school, as the place for them to study and learn (and to be punished for Touma's case). The heavy rain didn't stop them from walking to the school, a good example that was deserved to be imitated. Nevertheless, it appeared that the heavy rain had blocked some students and workers to do their respective jobs in the morning, as the soleness of the street showed them so. It appeared that most of the students decided to take a bus, as a good shield for them from any harm that the rain might cause.

The howling wind kept blowing, trying to steal the umbrella from Touma's grasp each time it blew as he struggled to keep it above his head. The umbrella couldn't protect them completely because there were always fragments of water that was blown by the wind, effectively drenching them slightly from the side, as their respective usual uniforms began showing a darkened color because of the water. Their books inside their bags had been wet because of the annoying endless water. Mikoto closed her eyes, trying to prevent any water from infiltrating her eyes. It was strange to know that the starry sky from yesterday didn't show any characteristic of rain. Just what's with the sudden change of weather?

"Oy, hold the umbrella tighter, will you?" Mikoto shouted, trying to defeat the sound of the howling wind and rain as another fragments of water soaked her uniform. She was kind of frustrated, and knowing her, it would not be a good sign as usually, a blue line hue of electricity would be formed to zap anyone around. Fortunately, the disturbance from the rain blocked her from doing so, as it kept falling from the sky above. "My uniform is soaking wet, you know?"

"I can't help it!" Touma answered, with another shout that began spreading around the area, even though they were only separated by twenty centimeters space. "The wind is unexpectedly strong that even I have a difficulty in keeping it!" he said. "We need a shelter, Misaka!" he continued.

Misaka's eyes began surveying the area, trying to find a good shelter that should be able to protect them from any crazy rain that was ready to give them a good time of cold. Her head began turning to and fro, as her eyes checked every landmark with a good cover or hood immediately. Difficulty in seeing couldn't be avoided, as water kept entering her eyes each time she tried to open them, even though she had covered part of them somehow with her hand. Nevertheless, she still had to find a place for them to stay for a moment, maybe until the rain was much lighter than this, or else, she would have to change her clothes at school.

And she found it, just when another water drenched her uniform.

Located in the corner of her eyesight was the Seventh Mist cafe, which seemed to be opened from the board that told her so. The hood which could resemble the color of rainbow was set at the outer side of the cafe's entrance, with a large board which showed the name of the respective cafe. From a little glance of it, Misaka could know that it was a good place for them to take a shelter. The hood had a decent size, which was enough for her and Touma to be there, and the size also blocked the water from drenching their uniforms again from the sides. Without thinking for a second thought, Mikoto shouted at the spiky haired boy beside her, pointing at the cafe which seemed to demand their attentions for it.

"Look! The Seventh Mist! We could take a shelter there!" she said enthusiastically to the sight of the cafe which could be her uniform's saviour. Kamijou Touma followed the direction that Mikoto had pointed, and as though it had been implanted in his thought for long, he agreed. Together with the company of icy howling wind and heavy downpour, the two of them walked together to the said cafe, and after the hood had protected them from any water, they sighed in relief.

"Guess we will be trapped here until the rain's incapacitated, I think," Mikoto said as she began surveying the space that both of them were in. "Say, why don't we eat here? The Seventh Mist has a good omelet that I love the most!" she continued as her eyes appeared to sparkle a little bit by the thought of food that she liked. Touma sighed. Being the embodiment of misfortune for long, he could imagine the bill that he must pay, and somehow, he could know that Mikoto was not a girl who would be satisfied by one portion of meal. Nevertheless, his words contradicted everything that he had thought.

"Sure, why not?"

With that, Misaka Mikoto opened the door, entering the cafe with a smile that adorned her face.

And in a fraction of seconds, the smile faded away.

The Seventh Mist was no longer an enjoyable cafe with comfortable aura that surrounded them. A traditional market could be a good call. The said cafe was so full that there were no any empty spaces that could be given to the two teenagers. People, most of them students could be seen here and there, with the waitresses who appeared to be so busy fulfilling the orders that the students wanted. It seemed that most population of District 7 had also waited for the rain in the said cafe, filling the space that the cafe had with their existences as they began waiting for the rain to cease. With this sight, Misaka Mikoto could know, or maybe even everybody could know, that she was too late.

"Well, it seems... we have no any place here," Kamijou Touma said, with a disappointed tune even though his inner thought cheered in joy for the survival of his wallet. "Maybe we should wait outside? Hopefully the rain won't take so long to cease right?" he continued, pointing the place under the cafe's hood that waited for them to be in place.

Mikoto began checking the rain with her hand, as it stretched to the outer side of the hood, letting the water to befall her flawless skin. She sighed again. "I don't think it will cease immediately. The school will start soon. This is the first day I joined the school after three days of absences, and I must experience this? How lucky I am," she said to herself as she closed her eyes.

"Don't say that," Touma said, trying to cheer the middle school girl as he grinned, exposing his teeth to her. "You haven't experienced something like me, being Kamijou Touma: the embodiment of misfortune and there was no any luck that..."

Suddenly, his grin changed immediately into widened eyes, as his brain eventually knew the hidden meaning of everything that he had said earlier. His head was dropped into the empty air just below it, closing his eyes in agony as he did so. Mikoto, who watched and heard all the words that Touma said before, looked at him with a frowned face, completely confused by the sudden end of words.

"I hate myself for saying that," he said as all of his muscles became weak out of the blue, dropping dead to the space below, letting the gravity to take its ability. His tune could resemble someone who had suffered the despair of misfortune for long, and it was the reality. Misaka Mikoto watched him as a tiny laugh, a laugh which was used to melt the atmosphere, escaped from her lip. She patted the spiky haired boy on the back gently.

"Ah!" she said, as the continuous tiny laugh kept escaping from her mouth. "A person has his own strength and weakness right?" she continued, seeing the spiky haired boy to be in a condition as if he was taken to the place where the sun was never shining brightly. "Well!" she said again, trying to change the subject to further avoid the gloom that had surrounded Touma. Her hazel eyes rolled upwards, as if an idea had hit her. "Maybe I should order two cups of hot chocolate! The chill is going crazy!" she continued as she took a thousand steps, entering the cafe. Then, she fully disappeared from Touma's sight with the company of a closing door.

Touma sighed, releasing an amount of water vapor to the air as it kept its form for a fraction of seconds because of the chill that the rain had provided. The downpour indeed didn't seem to stop immediately, and the howling wind began increasing its intensity. Misaka Mikoto was right: the rain wouldn't stop immediately. Somehow, he could know that his misfortune was one of the things that caused this heavy rain. What should he call this event? Oh, yeah, the rain of misfortune.

The silence of words began surrounding the atmosphere, as if the disappearance of the hazel haired girl had depleted all the noises that the space had. The rain kept falling down from the grey sky above, whose thick cloud signaled the water that it stored. The icy wind kept fluttering Touma's spiky hair, giving another chill to his head as he kept standing under the hood that couldn't give any protection to the wind. The aroma of hot chocolate began wafting from the inner side of the cafe, somehow inviting every visitor to take a seat there, enjoying the warmth that the cafe provided.

Touma began checking his pocket, trying to make sure that there were no any of his things to be dropped when he was walking with Mikoto. The experience for more than two years staying in Academy City had showed that an individual called Kamijou Touma often lost his stuffs when he was walking around, moreover, when he was only concentrating to other natural things, just like rain and umbrella. He sighed in relief, finding both of his 'treasures' and 'assets' regarding living were still in place, right on both of his palm right now. Well, his cell phone was soaked wet a little, but maybe it would be okay.

Without him knowing why, the sight of his cell phone began giving him some kinds of trigger to open his memory, as he started to look at the cell phone deeply, as if it had a hidden meaning or definition regarding the essence of living. The cell phone just replied with its lifeless existence, as it kept maintaining its silent mode on Touma's palm.

Touma's mind began traveling along the flow of time, until it stopped around the time when the stars were there in the black sky, glistening brightly to the earth under them. It was yesterday, right when he got a call from his comrade, Motoharu Tsuchimikado, regarding the calamity that Academy City would likely face. Touma remembered that he was having a good time at the hotel's swimming pool, as the silence surrounded him peacefully, until a certain double spy contacted him, of course.

The conversation between him and the said blonde guy began echoing in his mind, as he remembered all the things that Tsuchimikado Motoharu said, just in the first time his cell phone made a direct contact with his ear.

"Oy, Kami-yan, sleep late?" the blonde guy said via cell phone, with his usual style of talking that Touma had heard for long. He sighed, replying him with a bored look on his face, as he absorbed all the words that he said halfheartedly. "What is it, Tsuchimikado?" he inquired.

"Oh, no," he answered cheerfully, resembling the vibrant mode that the dew fall had. "Don't think I will only call you just when something's big happened. What am I? The one that befalls all your misfortune to you? Don't be silly nyaaa...," Motoharu continued, as Touma's ears twitched, trying to block all of his intentions to knock this guy off. It was not like that he hated him or he disliked him, but that time, he just wanted a good time alone after a long time of studying, and he just didn't want his time to be ruined by Tsuchimikado Motoharu's silly talk. What he could do was just sighing in desperation.

"So tomorrow, how about a good time with ramen?" Motoharu asked, as Touma still listened to his words with half opened eyes, as if he was trying to make up of his boredom of hearing the silly talk that only the blonde guy could do. "I know a good place for both of us to..."

"I'm going to hang up now," Touma said, as he began removing his cell phone from his ear, closing his eyes as he did so. Well, it appeared that the double spy had nothing to say in essential, so there was nothing important for him to continue the conversation, right?

"Well, it's up to you if you don't want to get any info regarding your dear friend, Kami-yan," Tsuchimikado said, audible enough to reach Touma's ears as he gasped, finding something interesting which was hidden beneath the ridiculous talk that appeared to be some kind of courtesy. "... well, what's her name, I forgot... Oh, yeah, Misaka Mikoto?" he continued.

"Well, what info do you have for me, Tsuchimikado?" Touma said, as he plastered the cell phone to his ears again. "Fast. Please..."

"Well, answer me first, Kami-yan," Motoharu said again, with a tune which showed the continuous grin that appeared to be implanted on his face, even though Touma couldn't see it. "Treat me ramen tomorrow, okay?" he continued.

No answer from the said spiky haired boy.

...

...

"Hey, Kami-yan? What do you say?" Tsuchimikado said again, after a long pause that actually only Touma had emerged. Touma really didn't know what to answer and didn't want to answer anyway. He was as silence as the sky above, as lifeless as he could be.

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"Have I ever called you a damn inhuman freak, Tsuchimikado?" Touma eventually said something which was hidden far in his mind, even though he didn't really want to say it. Nevertheless, regarding the attitude that the said blonde haired guy had, he couldn't help but saying it.

...

...

The silence came again, as though both of them tried to process everything that the respondent said. The sparkling stars blinked silently, as if they were laughing at the sight of the ridiculous conversation that both of them had done. Well, being the embodiment of the most foolish students in the class, a conversation like this always happened each time they hit each other. Moreover, when a blue haired guy with narrowed eyes joined the conversation.

Well, they were called the Delta Force without no reason, after all.

"Okay, okay, I warned you, Kami-yan... or maybe Styl warned us, the civilians of Academy City, about the calamity that our beloved city would face apparently," Tsuchimikado said, starting his explanation as his tune began becoming more and more serious; a mode that he only used when there was something essential happened, so much different from the tune that he had used before.

"Styl?" Touma inquired, being absolutely confused about the thought of a certain red haired magician that should be in England with Index now. Then, it appeared that the threat... or calamity, just like Tsuchimikado had said, would likely come from England... or maybe Europe.

"Yeah," Tsuchimikado replied. "He said that the Roman Catholic Church has ordered a branch of church to attack Academy City... or maybe someone in Academy City," he said. "He couldn't provide anymore information about that, but it seems that our new enemy will be strong enough, maybe as strong as Acqua of the Back," Tsuchimikado explained, as Touma listened at him carefully, fully giving any fraction of attention that he had to the said guy. "Be careful, Kami-yan."

"Wait! That's it? Can't you give me... well... any more additional information about that?" the spiky haired boy said, preventing the blonde guy from hanging up as the lack of information forced him to. "That couldn't be considered as any information! Can't you give me any... info to my brain?" he continued.

The stars gave the answer to the spiky haired boy as Tsuchimikado Motoharu answered his question, together with the company of a slight chuckle that escaped from his mouth. "To your brain? Don't think about that so hard, Kami-yan. I know that your brain will not be enough to gain any more information. Have I ever told you that your brain's weight was half than any normal brain?" he asked teasingly.

...

Somehow, with the trigger of the teasing mode that Tsuchimikado Motoharu had applied to himself, the silence began surrounding the conversation between the two for the second time, as Kamijou Touma was too out of sorts, for not being able to get any answer that could satisfy any portion of his brain. The sound of gentle breeze was the only one that could be heard via the cell phone, as if it tried to begin the conversation. Out of the blue, Touma began speaking.

"Don't you know that you are actually an idiot too, Tsuchimikado?" Touma said, being so peeved by the attitude of the blonde guy whose seat in class was next to him. He had forgot why and when he became his friend now.

"Eventually you know that, Kami-yan!" the blonde guy said without fear, with a swift manner that accompanied his words. "At least I know now that I'm not as stupid as you," he continued.

"What! From what side can you tell that?" Touma retorted, as his sudden shout towards the poor cell phone that kept plastering on his ears was heard around the area. He destroyed the silence as the heat began residing in his head, as the words from his 'friend' began depleting any fragment of patience in his brain.

"From that silly answer that showed your delayed knowledge, and of course, Kami-yan, from our mark in school right? I got 47 in physics and you got 29, if I recalled," Motoharu said quickly, as if he didn't need to think of any obvious answer for a smart reply.

Touma dropped his head in agony, facing the reality which was oh so cruel and oh so true. For a fraction of seconds, there was no any reply that could be heard from the poor spiky haired guy. Being the embodiment of idiocy and having his friend told him everything about it was hard to be accepted, mind you!

"Tsuchimikado," Touma began speaking even though his tune could show that he was in an awful state for only God knew since when. "Do you think I hate you now?" Touma inquired, as the ground beneath was the one that caught all of his sight.

"Is that important for me?" Tsuchimikado answered, with an atificial asking tune that was heard via Touma's cell phone. Kamijou Touma's ears twitched slightly, being perfectly beaten by the other member of Delta Force.

...

"I hate you Tsuchimikado Motoharu," Touma said as he kept dropping his head to the space below it, with partially opened eyes, and also, with a usual famous sigh of his that he had done countless times.

"Okay. Now, Kami-yan, I have another question to you," Motoharu replied, fully disregarding the previous statement that had been thrown to him earlier. Being a double spy for eternity, it was too particular for him to be hated by others. He didn't care though, as long as Tsuchimikado Maika didn't hate him.

"Don't ignore it that easily!" Touma said.

"Are you involved in the explosion that occured some days ago?"

The conversation ceased again, stopped by the sudden question from the blonde student, as the gentle breeze kept caressing Touma's skin, as if it tried to comfort his heart and provided him a wise answer. It was not because of the other silly talk, but rather, because of the seriousness that was hidden deep inside the question, supported by the solemn aura that Tsuchimikado emanated from a distance. The sudden question left a slight gasp towards the thought and mouth of Kamijou Touma. Thoroughly, he didn't know how to answer it. How could he know the explosion some days ago? Moreover, how could Tsuchimikado know that he was involved in the said incident?

His thought began traveling to the time in Angel Fall incident and Daihaseisai festival, the time when Kamijou Touma worked with him in various cases. Tsuchimikado was a good asset for knowledge and he also knew the depth of magic and science. Getting information for him must be easy, as though he was trained for that from his early age. Also, even though he was distrusted by various people, but somehow, Touma trusted all of his words until now. Perhaps, he could provide more information about the explosion, and also, about the existene of blue wings that was formed on Mikoto's back?

Another images began forming in his head, as he started wandering around the time and space when Tsuchimikado was drenched by his own blood. His capillaries couldn't stand the enormous pressure that must be done when he started using magic, resulting it to burst, soaking his outer skin with its crimson color. It was not like that an individual called Kamijou Touma was a fortune teller or something, but somehow, he could sense that there would be something which would be a massive one that happened in Academy City. Something evil, something crucial, intending to take the life of everyone that he knew, with the prologue of the explosion that Mikoto Misaka caused earlier. Moreover, Tsuchimikado had said that there would be a 'threat' that will invade Academy City, and he, Kamijou Touma, just like what his misfortune always suggested, would be involved by the said 'threat'.

"What explosion?" Touma replied, pretending to be an innocent civil, trying to prevent Tsuchimikado Motoharu from falling to the depth of hell that he had experienced. No, he wouldn't allow another person that he knew to be influenced in a near-death condition. Misaka Mikoto was enough. It was his failure.

The silence became surrounding them again, as Motoharu determined the truth that lied within the words that Touma had said. For a fraction of seconds, Touma feared that he would know his lie, and he would be 'forced' eventually by the said guy to tell him everything that happened in the explosion's site. He gulped slightly. Afterwards, around twenty seconds that felt like twenty hours, Motoharu started speaking again, concluding everything that had been spinning around his thought before.

"Well, okay then," Tsuchimikado said with a somehow cheerful tune, just like the shower of blessing from the stars above. "Wooow, look at the time now!" he said, more to himself rather than to his respondent. "I'm going to hang up now. Bye then, Kami-yan!" he continued. With those words, he hung up.

The conversation was dropped, together with the loss of contact of the respective cell phone to each other's ears, with each mind began wandering everything that the respondents had told, being relief, or being worried about everything that would be faced in the future. Whatever it was, the stars were all there, being the only thing that would be never gone as long as Kamijou Touma was there.

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Out of the blue, a light pain to his forehead returned him to the reality.

"Oy, dummy! What's wrong with you?" the hazel haired girl in front of him said as a certain annoyed tune adorned her words, frowning her face as she did so. "You appeared to be loss in thought, what were you thinking?" Misaka Mikoto continued.

Misaka Mikoto was standing in front of him, staring at him fully as she gave all the attention to him. In her right hand was two plastic cups of hot chocolate, whose steam emanated the warmth that they had, with their respective handles hung on her flawless left hand. Behind her was the scenery of the falling rain, creating a background as Misaka appeared to be a beautiful statue that was ready to be painted.

"Here, your chocolate!" Misaka said as she took one cup with her right hand and gave the other cup to the spiky haired guy. Kamijou Touma received it silently, mumbling a simple gratitude as he did so. He held the cup with both of his hands, enjoying the warmth that it had as the falling rain kept giving its presence by each drops, together with the company of howling wind that continued picking up.

"So!" Misaka said, moving slightly and staying beside him. "What were you thinking, dummy?" she inquired.

"Nothing," Touma said swiftly, taking a sip to his hot chocolate as in instance, the warmth surrounded his body with each drops of chocolate that he took, giving him joy in the midst of cold rain. As though it melted his brain, he began thinking again about the 'threat' that the Roman Catholic Church had proposed. What would be their object? What was their purpose in Academy City? Who was the 'threat'? What was the 'threat'? When would the said 'threat' arrive in the city?

The rain suddeny stopped, even though the presence of grey cloud could be seen in the sky above, showing the transient and temporal characteristic of the end of the rain. Whatever it was, the loss of dropping water from above could only mean that their ways to school were opened. Mikoto took the last sip of her hot chocolate, throwing the plastic cup to the trash bin beside her, and walked out of the hood.

"Come on!" she said, turning at him with a broad smile that beautified every fragment of beauty that her face had, together with the company of a portion of splash of water which was formed around the puddle that she cheerfully stepped on. "The rain's stopped! Let's go! Don't forget to bring the umbrella too, dummy! Your responsibility!" she shouted as her cheerfulness kept emanating the aura of bliss and joy, preventing Touma from regretting his curse of misfortune in the world.

Ah, who needed information?

With the sight of cheerful smile that was formed on Mikoto's face, Touma didn't need any further information. It was easy. The object of the 'threat' could be everything that he had, but he wouldn't care about them at all. What he cared was only the happiness and the continuous smile of the hazel haired girl, being the guardian angel for her. He would be the friend that she could confide, as easy as that.

"I'm coming!" Touma shouted with a slight smile on his face.

Because an individual called Kamijou Touma wouldn't doubt to stand in the front of Misaka Mikoto, protecting her at the end of the world, even though what was waiting in front of him was the whole world itself. He would never waver.

---

"Thank you doctor! Really!"

The gratitude of a woman in her late thirty could be heard in the corridor, penetrating the ears of some nurses and doctors that passed through, as some accidental smiles could be seen around. She was a female with long black hair and a face that could show a princess aura; calm and collected. She was wearing a hair band on her hair, perfectly matching the white blouse that she was wearing. An expression of endless gratitude was the one that adorned her face, with a slight urge to cry that she resisted with difficulty. Hugging her feet was a sight of a boy, with a bandage that could be seen plastering on his forehead. He was wearing a green T-shirt with white straps, together with short pants and a cotton candy in his hand. He was the victim of a run-crash accident that happened yesterday. Actually, it was very improbable for him to be cured, resulting death to his body. Nonetheless, it was a frog-faced doctor that dealt with the situation, and he was as great as new.

"Who do you think I am?" the frog-faced doctor, who was called 'Heaven Canceller' by his patients, replied, closing his eyes as he repeated his phrase that he had done countless times. "I'm glad that your son is healthy now. Be careful when you are playing, okay?" the doctor said, looking down to the tiny individual below him who looked at him with a smile.

"Yeah, doctor! Thank you very much for taking care of me!" the boy said in glee, ignoring his sweet cotton candy for a fraction of seconds. "You are a very great man, doc!" he said, resuming his words.

"I'm just a doctor, no more than that," he said, smiling. "Now, I must excuse myself. See you, Furasaki-san" the doctor said as he turned and left the two of them.

It was a good start for his day, as the frog-faced doctor thought to himself. The last patient that he must take care of had been healed perfectly, and the said boy's regenerative power made him capable to walk swiftly. Only a certain pig-tailed girl that was not cured completely now, but the responsibility for her had been given to other doctor, waiting for her to wake up eventually later. An old once said that the grey sky could only resemble the gloom that the people had, not the joy and happiness. Well the old could be wrong too right?

Out of the blue, his cell phone rang from the only pocket of his white coat that had been his uniform for only God knew since when, creating another sound which was bulging and different rather than the voice of doctors and nurses who were chatting about medical things. He took the said phone from his pocket, and without giving any glance to the screen that showed the name of the caller of his phone, he took it, moving it towards his ears.

"Doc, tell me everything about the health of Misaka Mikoto."

The said doctor's eyebrow raised, being completely surprised by the sudden words that the caller of his phone had said, showing no courtesy at all. The tune that the caller had, the style, and the way of talking which could show every fragment of efficiency that the caller had could only lead the frog-faced doctor to a name. It was the person that he had saved earlier, and right now, he was staying in a life tube as his life was dependent with it.

"Aleister Crowley," the doctor said, and somehow, he felt alone, because for him, suddenly the passing doctors and nurses around him were nothing but mere shadows that gave their existences only from the blackness of light at the corners of spaces. "Why do you ask that about her? What's in your mind?"

"That's none of your business, doc," Aleister replied, with a tune that didn't show any kind of emotion and turbulence at all. "Just tell me. Is there anything different about her? Something inhuman around the time she was taken care in your hospital?"

"Nothing, Aleister," the doctor, whose capability granted him 'Heaven Canceller' as a name, replied. "What are you planning, may I ask?" he said calmly. For a reason that only mother nature could know, the corridor appeared to be vacant in the doctor's point of view.

"Really?" Aleister said, and somehow, the doctor could swear that he felt Aleister's evil smirk on him just from a distance. "Do you find... anything on her back?" he continued.

The frog-faced doctor frowned again. He would never know what things that resided in Aleister's brain, and also, what connection that he had. Since he saved him from dying at one corner of The United Kingdom, he was still, a man which was full of mystery. There was indeed something on Misaka Mikoto's back, but he didn't give much attention to it... or to them, because they were not that important in comparison to the other part of her body that needed to be healed. Also, the doctor, with an experience that could defeat any other doctors, didn't sense any kind of infection or harm from those things. He just left them, and he almost forgot them, for Misaka Mikoto appeared to be fully healthy when she exited the hospital with her mother and a certain spiky haired guy.

"There were indeed something, Aleister," the doctor said calmly.

"O yea?" Aleister replied in a tune which showed his interest towards the things that the frog-faced doctor had said. If that was something which could attract the attention of the said former genius magician, that must be something which was essential for fulfilling his never lasting ambition. "Tell me more."

"... I will never tell you more, Aleister," the doctor said, with a great amount of determination that could be sensed from the tune that he used. With those words, the temporal silence began covering them, as the shadows of hundreds doctors and nurses kept creating a certain background to the wall next to an individual called Heaven Canceller. The vague sound of falling rain could be heard from the outside, as the only one which stained the circle in which 'Heaven Canceller' resided.

"Is that so? It's okay for me then. You have given me adequate information, doc," Aleister finally said, much to the doctor's horror, even though his calm state in facing every case in surgery had trained him to avoid any panic thought to reside in his brain.

"I don't know what are you planning now, Aleister, thanks to your convoluted brain. But, just like what I had said once. Don't you ever hurt my patient. Misaka Mikoto is one of them," he said.

Aleister Crowley hung up, together with the company of the phone's continuous tedious sound that signaled the end of the conversation. The doctor sighed, putting his phone in his pocket as he looked at the ceiling above, with an expression as if it would be the last time he would see his hospital; his home. Heaven Canceller's instinct somehow said that there would be at least one calamity in Academy City, and the center of everything was an individual called Misaka Mikoto.

---

An old once said that in this world that God had created, humans were blessed by God in variety, forming a different group of people whose strength and weaknesses could be saturated eventually. The 'blessing' from God to humans could be distiguished, and each of 'group' could be representated by words: 'Courage', 'Friendship', 'Love', 'Intelligence', 'Sincerity', 'Reliability', 'Hope', and 'Light'. Humans were born with their respective strength, and they would likely increase their strength for the sake of mankind; being their friend in their way to do their purpose in living.

Aleister Crowley's friend would always be 'Intelligence', as he was born with it.

"Plan, huh?" Aleister Crowley said to himself in his life tube that took its presence in the windowless building, the strongest building that human ever built. The building was still the same: the occasional yellow line hue was plastered on the lifeless blackness, creating a particular background in the inner part of the building, together with the oxygen that the windowless building continuously created which kept giving chill as the building's temperature characteristic would be independent with the outer temperature. Bubbles of water were formed inside the life tube, being the only things that accompanied Aleister's silent state as he was placed upside down. Nevertheless, the convoluted brain of Aleister Crowley kept progressing efficiently, as each neurons that it had continued their endless work.

"You still don't know anything about this world, doc, even though you could be prideful with the name 'Heaven Canceller' that you got," Aleister continued his monologue. "In this world that God has created, I will be the one who opposes Him, isn't that clear? One of my purposes of life, to achieve a greater good for me," he resumed.

Somehow, with the trigger of words that he had said to himself, he closed his eyes, as thousand of images and memories began flowing to his mind. The existence of Aleister Crowley could be there, but in his mind, he had wandered to the past, to the event of time and space when he was a little boy that needed tutoring so much, and in that past, he stopped.

---

"...done!"

The cheerful voice of young Aleister Crowley started traveling around the library. There, with the source of a bulb of lamp which was hung on the ceiling, he was sitting on one of the chairs that the library had provided, leaning his left hand on a long wooden table, with his right hand which was holding a pen. He was looking at the paper on which he wrote his explanation, with a piling book that took its presence just beside the paper, completely defeating the height of young Aleister Crowley. Wearing a purple silk robe, together with the company of long white hair that had been his trademark since he was born, a cheerful expression could be seen on his face; an expression that he rarely wore.

In front of him was the sight of a young girl whose age appeared to be the same as him; around 10 years old or so. She was wearing a pink gown, blessed by a beautiful face since her youth with a long blonde hair. Looking intently on the sight of white haired boy in front of her, she clapped her hands together, being fully fascinated by the knowledge of the said boy, completely defeating thousand books that were placed on the shelves that surrounded both of them until that time.

"Wow, Aleister!" the girl said enthusiastically, as her sparkling eyes widened in surprise, seeing the prowess of the individual in front of her. "How could you solve that? You are just 10 years old!" the girl continued.

Aleister smirked as his lip curved upwards, fully satisfied by the paper that he had written on previously. "There's no greater things in this world than intelligence and prepared mind, Laura," he said, with a tune that somehow showed that he had repeated the said phrase countless times.

"But! The theory of blending every element in the world to be one spell is hard! A little failure and mistake in mixing and blending could destroy your own body!" the girl, or Laura Stuart replied. She took the paper which contained Aleister's theory and spell. She read it as her eyes rolled in unimaginably speed and she covered her mouth slightly with her palm at the last word that the paper had. "Woaaa... Never think of something like this! Can it work?" she inquired.

"Of course," Aleister responded calmly, even though he must resist an urge to explain it to Laura Stuart enthusiastically. "I'm the smartest magician in our grade until now, Laura, don't you ever think that failure will eventually reach me," he said.

The said girl giggled, absorbing every word that Aleister said without giving any chance for her brain to filter it. The sound of moving clock hand was the one that accompanied Laura's cute giggle, even though Aleister's cold emotion gave no look at that. After a fraction of minutes, the sound of a giggling girl couldn't be heard again, as Laura began looking at Aleister as she leaned her head on her hand, with the company of some words that began spreading to the remaining space from her mouth.

"You really are a hard worker and a smart one, Aleister," she said cheerfully. "I wonder what will you do in the future," she said. With those words, Laura Stuart's sapphire eyes rolled upwards, as if she was trying to find something on it, thinking of something which was reachable for her brain. "You can be a cardinal, an arch bishop, or even a pope, Aleister!" she said.

"Perhaps," Aleister replied. His interest began growing from the new topic that his friend, Laura Stuart, had brought, so much different from a low level magic (at least for Aleister. The 'low level' magic that Laura usually asked him was used by high-leveled magicians) that she asked. Things that he would do in the future... Yeah, he indeed had thought everything about that, and what he wanted to achieve was far more than what Laura would ever imagine. "But I want to be higher than that," Aleister continued.

"What is it Aleister?" Laura said in a sing-song voice. It appeared that being a pope was the best thing that Laura's brain could think of. Being a pope could also mean being the greatest magician that lived in the world, and also, being a dependable man that could distort his followers, who could reach more than a million. If it was higher than that, what did Aleister want to achieve? That question began wandering around Laura's thought.

"I want to be God."

And that was when it all happened.

Out of the blue, with the word 'God' that Aleister had said earlier, a sudden pressure was somehow fallen to both of his fragile shoulders, crushing them down as young Aleister Crowley widened his eyes. As the sweat began drenching his skin, he began taking a look at his peripheral area. The hands of the clock stopped, Laura Stuart didn't move, the visible dust maintained its position, everything had stopped as they remained constant, as though the time itself had ceased to move, freezing everyone and everything in an ice statue. Aleister Crowley started thinking about any tremendeous spells that he had learned. He would destroy anyone that would attack him. Then, a voice, a somehow cold, yet unexplainable warm voice could be heard, causing Aleister to increase his guard.

"To be a God? Interesting..."

Then, suddenly, much to Aleister's surprise, the glow of the lamp began increasing its intensity. With the regular increase of brightness, the lamp began releasing something which took the shape of an orb which was surrounded by a blinding light, illuminating the dim library with the light that was as certain as the sun itself. Another orb of seraph was released, until eventually, all the spaces that remained began to be covered by the orbs of light. Afterwards, the orbs of light began moving, gathering in one spot just beside Laura Stuart, paralyzing the said young Aleister as he lost his ability to think and move. It began took the shape of a thing... a man... until then, as though the orbs of light covered something previously, they exploded, revealing the sight of a man.

A floating man.

Yes, he was floating, with the proof of the lack of contact of his feet to the floor beneath him, floating beside the literal silent Laura Stuart, as though she didn't see any of this. The man was wearing a white robe that reached his knees. His sharp sparkling eyes appeared to be ready to stab anyone just like an eagle, even though his calm face couldn't resemble any of it. Just like Aleister, his hair was white and long, with the decoration of a shining circle; a halo, just above his head. On his back, a pair of wings could be seen, flapping themselves gracefully as each flaps was ready to create... or to kill. From a little glance to his face, Aleister Crowley must resist an urge to kneel, as if the entity in front of him demanded his respect for everything.

Angel?

"Sorry to interrupt your little chat," the man said calmly, but somehow, from the tune that he used, Aleister could sense power, could sense the nature, could sense the world, and the highest, he could sense any celestial things that existed in heaven. His words were spreading just like light, and Aleister somehow really wanted to cry in joy for being able to live. "I must freeze the time so I can have.. private talk with you," the man said.

"Who are you?" Aleister said, even though in comparison to the man that spoke before, his tune could be considered to have an equivalence with a squeak of mouse.

"I'm Aiwass," the man said, still with a calm expression as he looked at the eyes of Aleister, who replied him with the same look (much different with any other human), finding him valuable. "Aleister Crowley, you are very intriguing," he continued.

"Are you an angel?" Aleister said, finally being full with himself, as each seconds that had flown gave him courage to speak to the entity in front of him.

"Yeah, and don't worry, I'm not here to punish you," the man, or Aiwass said, as though he had known everything that was circling in the thought of Aleister Crowley. "I'm here to help you, to see whether at least a low entity like you, human, could do something unexpected. It appears that you have a potential to let me know the value of human," Aiwass continued.

"Help me?"

"Ah, but it appears that your knowledge is low, huh?" Aiwass began speaking again, with a cold expression that couldn't resemble any angel that an individual called Aleister Crowley had in the book. "Maybe this will help."

Aiwass lifted his hand, and for a fraction of second, Aleister could sense a spin of energy that was formed in the library, trying to murder his low presence in the world. Then, Aiwass pointed his forefinger to Aleister. Somehow, his sight began fading away as his brain began falling to the endless pit of darkness. His legs could no longer support his weight as he fell to the lifeless floor beneath him, and what he saw was darkness.

"Aleister Crowley, awaken."

With those words, as though they were a kind of magical secret that were used to wake someone from deep slumber, Aleister opened his eyes slowly. He was lying on a lifeless whiteness, as the peripheral area was stained in white hue, equally alive for their own right. Aleister began standing, massaging his head as some mumbles could be heard from his mouth. He acknowledged the presence of a man when he turned his head to the right. It was Aiwass, with still, his usual attire as he observed Aleister intently.

"Where am I?" the young Aleister Crowley said, as he started looking to and fro, trying to find the remaining of library and books that had been his place for a moment ago. The whiteness was still there, and somehow, Aleister couldn't feel any comfort in the whiteness itself.

"This is the imaginary spaces between dream and reality, Aleister," Aiwass started explaining. "The whiteness that you are seeing now is the proof of the proximity between dream and reality themselves," he continued.

"And why did you take me here?" Aleister inquired bravely, even though he was now looking and talking to an angel who could blast him without concerning anything.

"Just like what I said, I wanted to help," Aiwass smirked as somehow, his halo could be seen to shine brighter. He flapped his wings, then, with one flap, together with the thunderous sound of the wings themselves, a thousand of soft feathes began surrounding the spaces and fulfilling Aleister's sight. They began falling gracefully to the white ground. "Just enjoy everything that I will show you later," Aiwass resumed his words.

"First lesson: Angel."

The whiteness began exploding, creating a blinding light that would blind Aleister if only he didn't cover his eyes. Then, he could feel that he was no longer in the lifeless whiteness, as the ground changed into a steam... no, cloud, white cloud. He could see the red sky with its sun which spread its crimson color to every space. The strong wind began blowing hard. Below him, below the cloud was the stormy sea, and it appeared to be angry for some reason as the wave kept crushing everything.

Then suddenly, a cry, so much similar to a war cry from a thousand of holy paladins and knights began spreading the area as Aleister widened his eyes. From the right side and left side of the sky, Aleister could hear the roaring sound of something that he was not quiet sure what. A war horn was played, and from a little sound that was heard, everybody could know, a war would happen soon.

From both sides, Aleister could see a thousand of chariots and white horses, together with a thousand men... no, angel, who was riding them as they began shouting another war cry in a language that he didn't know. Somehow, Aleister really wanted to die with the sight of a thousand angels that began approaching each other, as he began feeling his low presence in the world. All of their faces were shiny, brighter than the sun The angels, whether the one who was mounting the white horses or not, began unsheating their respective spears or blades, which appeared to be crafted with a certain celestial material, as each weapons began forming various dangerous elements: ice, fire, thunder, wind, holy, shadow, earth, water, ghost, and even diamond.

The both sides clashed, together with the company of crimson twilight that began forming from the sun, spreading the area with the crimson color of the blood. Each angels began killing one another, hurting one another, so much different from the angels that were written in fairy tales or something.

And the time was frozen again.

"What you saw just now, was the War of Crimson Twilight," suddenly, words began penetrating Aleister ears, as he turned his head, looking at the sight of Aiwass besides him suddenly. "This is the war between Lucifer's side, or demon, with God's side, or angel."

"War of Crimson Twilight?"

"As you know, Lucifer was defeated as he was thrown to the hell afterwards," Aiwass said, ignoring Aleister's statement as he didn't find any profit for him to explain more about the said war. "This war occured on the seventh day, when God had created everything in this world," he said.

"The seventh day? Isn't that the time when God took a rest after He had created everything?" Aleister inquired, as his mind began wandering around the Words in Bible that he had read.

"At least it was what Moses, the author of Genesis, had thought. God only 'stopped' on the seventh day, without giving more approach and creation to the world. Actually, on the said day, the God's attention was given to Lucifer himself, as He must prepare a war to defeat the one who opposed Him," he said. "The war ended in Lucifer's defeat, and he was the first 'demon' in the world, as he took the embodiment of a snake to persuade Adam eventually to eat the Apple of Life," he continued. "That was the first lesson about angel."

"I have known everything about that!" Aleister proclaimed, being extremely insulted as his pride overwhelmed his brain. Aiwass just sighed. "But you never saw the War of Crimson Twilight right? Moreover, you asked me a question, showing your lack in knowledge, Aleister Crowley," he continued, successfuly making Aleister to stop his protest.

"Let's move on to the next section about angel."

Then, the blinding light began covering the area again, as if it told everyone about something that should be done when it blinded everyone's eyes. The light was still seen even though he closed his eyes and covered them with his hands. When he had felt that the light had dissipated, he opened his eyes slowly, as his nose sensed a different odor from before.

He was in a mountain, on the peak of mountain. The darkness of dewfall was the one that surrounded them, as the sparkling star was the one which decorated the blackness of the sky. In front of him, was the sight of an immortal flame, a flame of eternity, a flame which appeared to be blazing endlessly, but somehow, he could sense that his anger, his hatred, just every negative thought had gone with the sight of the flame. The scorching fire was the one that illuminated the area, as its hue was the one that stained the mountain.

In front of the flame was a sight of another angels, seven angels to be precised, completed with their respective halo and wings. Some of them were wearing a gorgeous white gown, and some of them were wearing a war plate. They were standing firm in front of the flame as their brightness began covering themselves only. Their shiny faces looked at the immortal flame as the light from the above kept illuminating the circle which they were in. They closed their eyes as they joined their hands, mumbling something in a language that Aleister didn't know as they kept doing their silent state.

Aleister looked upwards, and he could see that the sky had opened, and within the opening, was nothing but light. He could see two pillars of light which formed something just like a gate. From a distance, he could see a throne, and then, a man which was surrounded by light could be seen. On the right side was a sight of another man, who gave the angels below blessing.

Aleister looked downwards, and somehow, he could know from the first glance that it was the hell. It was an endless pit which could be seen to be grouped into nine circles. The lower the pit, the more scream of men could be heard as the void, vacant, and lifeless blackness would always be the one that accompanied them. With only listening to the scream, Aleister shivered in fear as he began imagining the suffer that every sinful man received deep down in the hell forever.

"What you saw was the appointment of seven archangels, the one who had given their best influence in the War of Crimson Twilight, located in the mountain of purgatory, right in front of the holy flame."

Aiwass suddenly stood besides him, as he looked at Aleister slightly. Aleister just listened to every explanation that had been given to him as he stood silent. The odor of the mountain of purgatory was somehow cool, even though the presence of trees and bushes were not here, and the flame should be the one that would always create heat. It was as if the flame was only an ornament from the heaven itself.

"Tell me your knowledge about them," Aiwass challenged.

Aleister didn't move his eyesight as it kept stabbing on the sight of the seven archangels. Then, he began answering Aiwass's question as if he had memorized everything of it. "From the right is Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Sealtiel, Jegudiel, Berachiel," he said. "They were the one that represent each days that exist in one week."

"Right, and they are also the one who became the true messengers of God, as the extension of God's hand. They are also the one who lead the army of angels against the army of demon from Lucifer," he explained. "God pointed them because they were the one who could stand in front of Lucifer, even defeating him in the War of Crimson Twilight," he said. "This event took place around the time when the world was in deluge, when Noah's boat was the only one that stored life. God wanted the archangels to be the one that helped the new world after the deluge," he said.

"Is that so..." Aleister said in awe.

Aiwass smirked again, looking at his new 'student' as he enjoyed becoming a mentor for the first time. Explaining was not so hard, and seeing the explanation could surprise a genius boy like Aleister Crowley was something nice. Then, he began speaking again.

"Let's move on to the next section about human."

The familiar blinding light began taking its spotlight again, and just like the pattern that had been done twice, the light finally dissipated, revealing the sight of another scene of a land... a new, fertile land. At the center of the land was a sight of a large boat, together with the company of 8 people, with hundred of animals behind them. The peripheral area was surrounded by newly planted bushes and young stem of tress, together with the breeze that was flowing as the radiant of the sun illuminated them. A beautiful rainbow was the one that adorned the sky above. From a little sight of the land, everybody could know, that it would be a rich land which everyone would always dream of.

"This is the land of Sinear, as Noah named the land so, just after the deluge had gone. This is the 'new world' for human," Aiwass said, appearing again beside Aleister. "Ah, we are a little bit too early! He said. Let's go to the event about some months after this," he said.

Much different from a familiar blinding seraph, this time, the scene spinned by itself, as it was somehow absorbed by a point in the center of the scene. Then, Aleister Crowley was no longer there... or maybe... the scene had changed, together with the change of time which was showed by the lack of shiny sun. It was still, the land of Sinear. Nevertheless, the boat appeared to be a little bit older and there were some houses from bricks and stones which was standing around the boat. Trees and bushes had grown magnificently, and from a distance, Aleister could see a land which was specialized to be a grape plantation, and other kind of plantations. The light from candle and flame were the one that illuminated each houses. From one house, a silhouette of a man, wearing a black robe could be seen exiting one of the houses. He was wearing an amused smile as he resisted an urge to burst in laughter. Then, he disappeared as he entered the other house.

Afterwards, two men from a house which the first man entered entered the house from which the first man exited. They were walking slowly, trying to make no sound as one of them brought something which appeared to be a long blanket. Then, they disappeared, entering the said house as their shadows were swallowed by the darkness of the night.

"What you saw," another familiar voice of Aiwass could be heard, as Aleister wasn't surprised at all by the repeated pattern that he had experienced. "was the time when Noah was drunk, making him to sleep without any clothes which could cover his body. Ham, the second son of Noah laughed at him and told his brothers. The other men which brought a blanket was Shem, and the one who walked beside him was Japhet," Aiwass explained. "As we know, it was the fateful event for the descendants of the three brothers, or to be said, the fathers of the world. Ham's descendants were cursed to be slaves, just like Kanaan, and some other who now are living in Africa. Shem and Japhet's descendants were blessed by the God with the medium of Noah's hand, and what he did was far more important that what it seemed."

"More important than that?" Aleister inquired.

"The blessing that God had given to them was the remaining of what that had been given to archangels," Aiwass said. "Their descendants held a little piece of archangel's power that could distort the world. However, it was only a fraction that even they were unable to realize it. Shem and his descendants had the power to 'link' or to 'communicate' with God to activate their power. They used the power of environment or the creation of God to activate their ability. Japhet and his descendants had the power to 'create' reality, using them finally as 'power' which had the characteristic of the 'archangel'. The power of Shem was easier because God would always be with them, and in the contrary, Japhet's power was harder to be realized as it was only based on 'logic', and needed vigorous training." Aiwass said. "Shem's descendant were the priest, the holy men, social workers, politicians, lawyers and you, magician. Ham's descendants were slaves, houseworkers, employees, and others. Japhet's descendant were scientists, doctors, and the best of them were psychics."

"Psychics?"

Aiwass looked at the individual beside him with an amused face. "Don't you realize, Aleister, that humans that live in the world can be differentiated into three based on the power that they have?" Aiwass said.

"Three? I just know the whereabout of magicians, who wield the power from God, and humans, who are unable to have any power. So... what's psychic?" he inquired.

Aiwass smirked. "The first one is you, magician. The second is one is ordinary human, and the third one is psychic," Aiwass explained. "Psychic's ability was not in the surface of the world right now, but they can be trained, and with that, they could be greater than you, magician," he said. "They used the power of science and logic to create their power. It's harder to control, but it could be greater than magic spell," he continued. "Let's move on to the other event."

The darkness of the night was no longer there, changed with the twilight as the sun set on that horizon, swallowed by the end of the day. The boat was no longer there, changed with a high unfinished tower that soared high to the sky. Aleister could see a thousand men and women were bickering around the tower, and they began leaving each other to the other side of the spaces, with the path that was formed for them by the brightness of the sun, leaving a road for them to continue walking.

"What you saw was the Tower of Babel, Aleister Crowley," Aiwass said again. "Human's arrogance drove them to build a tower which could reach heaven. God was angry for that and He messed up with the language that they used, resulting them to group themselves and to move to the other side of the world," Aleister explained. "Shem's descendants were the Europeans, North Americans, and Australians. Ham's descendants were the Africans, the Carribeans, the Madagascarians, the South Americans. Japhet's descendants were the Asians. As you know now, the majority of magicians came from Europe," he said.

"Pschics... were mostly Asian?" Aleister said, as his eyes glimmered slightly at the thought of humans which could wield a power that was greater than magicians.

"You can see some of them, just like Lao Tzu, who created the 'reality' that was followed until now. The great strategist Zhuge Liang and Sun Tzu, who also created their strategy 'reality'. From around Thailand and India we could know some men like Balaputeradewa, who successfully uniting the southeastern Asia. Cao Cao, the 'Hero of Chaos'. Tokugawa Ieyasu, the first shogun in Japan. From Middle East, we could know some men just like Jabir Ibn Haiyan, the founder of chemistry, and Muammad Ibn Musa Al-Khwarizmi, the founder of first mathematic and algebra," Aiwass said. "They were people who worshipped science and nothing else."

"But... I think most of the modern science that exists come from the Europe and America right?" Aleister said, trying to argue with the angel beside him.

"Oh, but still, the first founder and worshippers of science and knowledge are firstly, Asians. The Europeans were able to create the 'science' because of two factors. First, there were some Japhet's descendants that also lived in Europe, such as in Greece. As we know, the Greek had a good relationship with the Asian, just like with the Middle East. Second, the renaissance age, the time when science developed in Europe was the cause of the jealousy of Europeans with the technology from the Asians after the War of Cross. They took the knowledge from Asia and developed them," Aiwass explained.

"But the Asians were also religious people right? Just like Shem's descendant? Buddhaism, Islam, and Hinduism developed there right?" Aleister inquired again, as another thought began circling in his mind. He just realized how foolish he was in front of Aiwass.

"Well, just take one example then: Islam. Do you know what's the first order of the prophet of Mohammed to his followers?" Aiwass asked, testing the knowledge of young Aleister Crowley.

"I don't know." Aleister said, without making any eye contact to Aiwass, after some portion of thinking as his brain tried to work hard. His brain appeared to be reluctant to admit his lack of knowledge, thanks to his pride.

Aiwass smirked. "The first order is: gain as much knowledge as you can. It showed how he worshipped knowledge, not only God. He just thought that if knowledge was used for God, it would be okay, but somehow, it also showed how he respected knowledge so much. Hinduism also, was the custom of the mix of Dravida and Aria people, right? The first thing that they found was 'technology' to build a custom, to build building, and to differentiate themselves in 5 distinguish groups, just like how they loved the most. Buddha, was the one that was found by Siddharta Gautama after he had learned about everything from his two teachers, and thus, he got 'enlightenment', or maybe 'knowledge' about the peace and purpose of the world, under the shadow of the Holy Bodhi Tree. So, I can conclude that most of them were based on 'knowledge' right?" he said.

Aleister kept his silent state, even though deep inside him, he was as surprised as he could be, so much more than any surprise that you would get when your girfriend kissed you, so much more shocking than any surprise gift that your friend threw to you. Every knowledge that he got in just a moment ago was so unbelievable, yet so true, that he couldn't think of any other secret of the world that God had created. Also, Aiwass, he was still, an angel who was full of mystery, as he didn't show any sense of doubt in explaining at all.

"Are you satisfied?" Aiwass said, as he observed that Aleister didn't reply at all. "Well then, let's move on to the other section."

The familiar blinding light began covering the area, as if it covered a portion of power that Aiwass must emanate when every scene changed. Just when the blinding light covered Aleister, Aleister began thinking about an angel called Aiwass that showed him something like this. He appeared to be an individual that looked at anyone from his or her value, and he said that he helped Aleister just only to see whether a man, a lower entity than God, could achieve power which was equivalent to God. Nevertheless, who really was Aiwass? Was that all his purpose?

Aleister Crowley was now in front of a mountain, and on the peak of the mountain, three crosses were standing high, and three man was crucified on the said crosses. A thousand of man and women surrounded the said mountain... or maybe hill, from its short height. Aleister could see that some black birds; crows, were surrounding the head of the man at one side, while the other man was talking to the man with a thorny crown at the center.

"What you are seeing now is the crucification of the Son Of God, the one that freed every man in the world from their sin. He took all the sins to himself, and thus, he must die on the cross. Nevertheless, he would reborn literally on the three days," Aiwass, just beside Aleister said. "This was the time when he cursed the man who challenged him, and when he blessed the man who resented all his sins and guilt," Aiwass continued.

Then, the sky began darkening its hue, together with the howling wind that began picking up, trying to blow everything away that blocked its path. The roaring sound of storm and thunder could be heard, as the thick cloud kept blocking the radiant of the sun. As all the calamities happened, Aleister could vividly hear the voice of the Son Of God, Jesus Christ. Even though Aleister was far, nevertheless, Aleister could hear the shout of the Jesus Christ painfully, as it echoed in his ears.

"The End."

"With those words," Aiwass began speaking again. "The Son of God died."

Then, a white-skinned man which was wearing a war plate; a Romanian soldier, unsheated his spear. Then, he stabbed the spear to the stomach of Jesus Christ. No voice could be heard, as the holy soul of Jesus Christ had left his mortal body, until it would be returned on the third day. Water and blood began dropping to the ground beneath. With that scene that took place, from a distance, Aleister could see that the man that stabbed Jesus was kneeling.

"What you saw that time... was one of the most crucial moments," Aiwass began speaking.

"Crucial?"

"The place where the Sun of God was crucified was also, the middle earth, the place where Adam, the first male, died, and buried there by his sons. When the blood of the Son of God fell to the ground, it befell Adam's skull, and the impact was impressive to the present human," Aiwass said.

"How?"

"Even though Adam had died for more than centuries, his soul was still linked with the soul of his descendant; us. He was the one that inherited his characteristic, his soul, his way of thinking, and just everything to us. When Son of God 'purified' Adam's skull, it was linked to us, and we were purified too, as our sins were all cleared and we have been reborn to be a greater men. But that's not the only thing."

"And what's that?" Aleister said, emotionless.

"He gave us more power, more power to do our respective blessing. He gave more pieces of blessing to us so that we will be able to release our hidden power. Thus, humans can realize their power easier. As you know, not more than ten years, Peter, one of the disciples of God, had become the first pope, or maybe, the first magician. Indeed, there was more magicians before Peter, just like Eliah who did some fire magic with the help from God at the Carmel Mountain. Nevertheless, the one who really did magic functionally and efficiently was Peter, that's why he was considered as the first pope and saint," Aiwass explained.

Behind the mask of a cold man, Aleister Crowley opened his mouth in awe, listening to the explanation fron the said angel. In just some moments of explanation, Aiwass had told him the existence of humans who wielded power which was different from magician, and he just told him something that even The Holy Bible didn't write. Nevertheless, the history of the world that he had got hadn't given him any way to be God. So, if what Aiwass said was true, there would likely be more secret of the world that would be unveiled.

To be God... wow.

"Let's move on to the last section," Aiwass, as if he had known what Aleister was thinking, spoke, as he invited the attention of a certain young magician that would eventually joined the science side. The blinding seraph was formed, and from that, the Hill of Calvary had changed into another scene. It was a mountain which was full with trees, with the smell of olive fruit which was wafted by the gentle breeze which was previously concealed by the land of the bushes, currently being happy for the company of the other men, in the shadow of the radiant of sun which appeared to be full. From a distance, Aleister could see a man who was surrounded by around twelve other men. The man in the center talked to the others, and finally, just like a holy man, he was lifted to the sky gracefully, until he was lost in everybody's sight who saw him in awe.

"What you just saw, was the time when Jesus Christ, the Son of God, returned to heaven. Before that, he gave us an order for the rest of His followers," Aiwass said.

"Therefore, go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Matthew 28:19," Aleister said, without thinking at all as the words from the Son of God was memorized in his convoluted brain. "What's with that line anyway?" Aleister inquired.

Aiwass smirked again for only he knew since when. "It could only mean that if we unite all the nations, and of course, in the name of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, we will achieve a power which was similar to God. But also, it could only mean, that if we gain the power, uniting the power of humans, magicians, and psychics, we would have the power of God, and we could also become God. As we know, that the science said, or psychic, with you, magic side, had become nemesis for long, grouping the world with two sides which would oppose each other. The one who wielded the power of both sides, would be the one who could distort the world, the one who had the power similar to God," Aiwass said. "Well then, the explanation had ended now," Aiwass continued, without pausing at all.

The scene had changed again, as it returned Aleister and Aiwass to the void whiteness; the border between dream and reality, as if nothing happened to that place at all. Aiwass looked at Aleister with another cold expression. "So, any question?" Aiwass asked.

"Just only one, Aiwass," Aleister answered, after some moment of thinking that took only a few seconds, until a good question was formed by any set of words that had been created, something that he was really curious at.

"What is it?" Aiwass frowned, as he thought that his explanation was so clear.

"Are really an angel? Or are you greater than that?" Aleister asked, with a certain calmness of talking to the higher entity which could surprise even his mother. Nevertheless, that question that kept circling in Aleister's brain was the one that he was really curious at, and being the efficient man just like he would always be, he just threw the question at the said angel.

Aiwass's lip curved upwards, as it formed a devil may care smirk that he always used in such condition. Then, without letting Aleister to move or to speak at all, Words began flowing from Aiwass's mouth as it danced in Aleister's ears.

"Of course I'm an angel, Aleister, but why couldn't I be higher than that?"

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The bubbling sound of orbs of water which kept forming in Aleister's tube was the one that knocked him to the reality, as his eyes opened slightly, forming the sight of the interior of the usual windowless building as it was what his eyes caught. His mind began wandering to the time and space about an individual called Aiwass.

Aiwass was really not an angel. He used the term 'angel' because it was what Aleister could think of back then, the only entity that he was familiar with. Maybe he used the term 'angel' so that the conversation could go smoothly. Nevertheless, as Aleister grew, he realized that Aiwass was just a 'manifestation' of 'aura', or maybe, something that power wielder, or psychic, or esper, emanated accidentally, or what the world now knew, the AIM. The reason why Aiwass was formed back then was maybe because of a fraction of 'aura' that Aleister himself released, because he knew some years after, that he was the descendant of both Shem and Japhet, the one who wielded the power of both sides. It was weird to know anyway, that actually, magic couldn't be used with esper power. Nevertheless, Aiwass, who was formed back then was the only proof that Aleister wielded two kinds of power. The other reason of the formation of Aiwass was because of the 'intelligence' that Aleister had, that triggered the formation of Aiwass, because Aiwass was an 'extraterrestrial intelligent being'. AIM from one person was so limited that Aiwass couldn't show his power to Aleister back then, only freezing the time which appeared to be oh so easy for him.

Nevertheless, Aleister still, believed of what Aiwass had shown.

Because he was the one who had the power which was higher than angel, because the manifestation of 'intelligence' of men was so great that it could defeat even an angel. Each men from Japhet's soul, the one who worshipped science, had 'intelligence', and from that 'intelligence', a power which was similar with the angel could be created. 'Intelligence' actually was the source of true magic and science that the world had, and the manifestaton of it could release the power of angel.

Easy, right?

Aleister closed his eyes again, with no memory that flew to his brain again. Then, a thought, so much more than any other thing that could be produced by his brain, kept repeating in his head, the thought of something that an individual called Aleister Crowley wanted so much.

"I will be God."

A/N: That's that. I'm aware that Aiwass appears to have no wings.. but I loved him with wings! lol

I mentioned some great men in other religion and in Christian. I hope I didn't write something discriminative. I just thought the chance of that to come up.

Thanks for all of you who have read my story! Thank you so much!