Highschool DXD is not my property only this fanfic.
I need balls of brass to face people to publish my work if DXD is my property
Getting hit by Truck-kun was one of the most common ways to get reincarnated to your power fantasy story. You die and wake up in an original fantasy world or wake up in your favorite anime world, well too bad for me, I don't know how I died. Nor really know about this world I landed.
But my second life was relatively peaceful, especially since I am an orphan living in a Church in Italy, I believe that is the definition of a peaceful life. Even though the food is rather bland, I can't complain and compare it to my first life since I only have fragments of memories to know that I have a past life such as childhood memories.
I was a Catholic in my last life, it is a blessing that my faith in God is stronger and a shame that I could, but didnt not make it so in my first life. But even having a second life is what I considered as the work of God, since God works in mysterious ways.
In my second life I wanted to be a prayer warrior sister like St. Therese of the Child Jesus, because of my faith in the miracle and strength of prayer and because I am a girl now. But that didn't really mattered; I enjoy these peaceful life and wish to continue this routine as a full-fledged nun.
"It is a miracle!"
"Oh Almighty!"
"We have a saint!"
Those were the words my care takers all called out once I prayed for the dying puppy before my eyes, but even then I still didn't believe this world is actually that anime... I believed I actually healed the puppy by pure faith like how that protagonist from a Filipino show with the help of Big Bro Jesus, and calling my mood as happy will be an understatement considering that my prayer DID make a miracle. That I helped and will help people and the creation of God by prayer and faith.
"Arf arf!" The puppy ran and jumped to me and smoother with love and I was proud of what I have done with the help my Bro and didnt give a damn on what my care takers were talking about.
"We have to report to the Vatican!"
"Alas a new Holy Maiden is with us!"
—
It only took three days before my belief shattered in front of me. My faith in prayer and Big Bro Jesus is still present, but it comes with great sadness on the reality of things as the man in-front of me introduced himself.
"Hello Asia, my name is Father Vasco Strada" the man was huge, like Incredible Hulk huge with more definition, scars, and veins but has a very gentle smile that only Doctor Hulk can manage to make. But this man didnt matter, but the explanation of my powers. And it change my perception of my reality.
"Your power is a gift from God. It is called a Sacred Gear, and its name is Twilight Healing; the smile of the Holy Mother"
The people in that small church were shock by the scream of despire I made out once I heard the name "Twilight Healing" as the memories of that damned but popular anime return to me, they will never know the despire I felt because they dont know that they are living in a world of an Ecchi Harem Anime with little shame about nudity.
I cried to sleep knowing about my new reality and that I am one of the girls for that perv.
—
"Thank you Sister Asia for this Miracle!" One of the many people I have help for the pass few months cried and thanked me
"You are most welcome young boy, remember that it is when we believe that miracles can happen"
"Yes sister!"
"Alright that is enough for today Asia, let settle in for the night" as nun incharge in watching over me said.
After getting my memories back my life pretty much change both my routine and view of the world. Although I would not say I am shaded, I can say that I am suspicious of all everyone considering what happened to Asia in Canon. But that is not an excuse that I should be idle
Once I bid my farewell of today's batch of "listed" people to help, I heard a cry
"Sister Asia, I beg you to help my mother, she has been mentally degrading since my father died by a horrible accident, please I beg you to help her!" An aging man brought an even older and slow woman with him.
From the looks of it, she is consistently lost in her own world and not even acknowledging the presence of anyone.
The sister incharge frowned at the man and said "Please we wont have anyone else today, we also only accept people sent by the church."
The man was about to say something when I stepped in closer to the old woman.
"Sister Asia please come inside!"
"Please Sister Anne, it is our duty to help those who are in need."
Sister Anne just looked doubtful if my gear can heal the woman but I had faith in the system of God
I placed my hand the woman's head and sang the Lord's Prayer
"Our Father our art in Heaven
Hollow be thy name
Thy Kingdom come, thy Will be done
On Earth at it is in Heaven
Give us this day, our daily Bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Ho ho ho hooo
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil... hmmmm hmmm"
Slowly but clearly the intelligence of the old woman returned in her eyes and made a peaceful smile.
"She will need a multiple session so that she can regain the average mental of her age. Make sure she eats healthy food."
"Yes Sister!" The son cried
"And remember, there can be miracles when you believe."
—
Once inside the church I was heading to my own room to turn in the night when I hear someone calling out to me
"Sister Asia, Good evening"
"Sister Anne, Good evening, is there anything you need"
Sister Anne was around her late 20's and always strict to the rules, but only wanted the best for everyone by being organized. But her usual cold or blank look is replaced by a look of curiously and doubt.
"I never knew Twilight Healing can heal people mentally, I believed it was noted that it can only heal wounds."
"True, my gear can only heal wounds" I replied "I cant recharge stamina, clear mentally difficulties, or even regrow limbs."
Sister Anne looked even more doubtful and ask "So can she be healed? We follow the list given to us because of your gears limitations.
"Sacred gears respond to the wielders desire, and my desire is to help people efficiently and effectively," told her, "And the result show themselves."
Sister Anne closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Once she opened them again she quoted my mantra "there can be miracles when you believe."
"Indeed" I smiled at her while she smiled back. She was about to leave when I called to her
"And Sister, remember to be the miracle in your own way. " and with that I entered my room and shut the door.
Sister Anne remained standing there looking at her rosary for a moment and said
"Lord, if the reason why I can no longer be an exorcist is to help her, then I will do everything I can to fulfill it." She spoke to no-one and left with multiple plans forming in her head to help and protect this young but wise saint.
—
"I pray you fulfill your promise and duty Anne, because I am going to need your help in protecting Heaven, Earth, and Hell in the future."
The day I regain my memories was the start of my anxiety for the future; with dragons, gods, and satans duking out for their own intentions, I have to be prepared
My room was small: with a bed for one at the most left and a desk at the right. There is a space in between and a window opposite of my door. It is small, but enough for my daily needs.
I disrobe myself to my underwear and looked at myself by my mirror. I was very young at the age of 7 with plenty of baby fat. My blonde hair and green eyes reminds me that I will be an angelic beauty of a devil in the future. But that didnt matter.
After a glance at the mirror, I drop to the ground and start doing push-ups. This is now part of my routine with other calisthenics exercises,and every day I push myself to do more reps and sets to be better.
I have more or less 7 to 9 years to prepare myself physically and magically for myself and my Sacred Gear.
"23...24...25... now push Asia! ... 26...27...push!"
I have to prepare myself and give a good reason to be an Exorcist and find ways to still fulfill my healing obligations to the masses.
"40...41... ... 41. Now on the knees...42...to failure...43...arhhh...44"
My first goal is to get the mentorship of Father Strada, and either achieve subspecies balance breakers or mutate my gear to a Longinus
"55... ouch... okay healing time. 4 sets to go."
Impossible for many, but Miracles do happen when you Believe.
Author's Notes:
So welcome to my first fanfiction. I really love the DxD fandom and the fanfics it publishes.
It is just that we lack stories on the side of the church; yes there are stories like Jack of Hearts, but there are a few of them so I decided to start one.
Even though this IS a DxD fanfic, it is inspired by two other works but I won't mention them because it is only lightly inspired by them just to add to the already full world of DxD, so if you guys recognize the inspiration just know that this is not a crossover.
Most of you might by shocked why I chose Asia as the MC, but she IS the perfect candidate for the inspirations I have, and honestly, I find that she always had the opportunity to be badass, but lacked initiative canon-wise (or to content on her role).
If you guys are wondering about pairing or harem, that will wait because I am still ironing and experimenting on my draft on how to develop it, but I have an idea I like.
Anyway please comment and follow if you like the story. If you have suggestions on the fighting style of the characters please feel free to suggest.
Anyway thanks!