A/N: Once again I'm sorry about the crap that happened when I first posted it. I changed it afterwards but I still have no idea why FF takes so long for it to update stories. Oh Well.
I'll try to address the comments at the end of the chapter, but most of the comments were about my stance on Angels. It was supposed to be a quick justification on why I wasn't including the brave hearts system, but more people took problem with that than me not including the brave hearts.
The Angels in modern DxD had lived for thousands of years, and they had stayed pure and true to their Father for that length of time. They would have developed great willpower and loyalty to their leaders and towards God. As such, it would be incredibly difficult for them to fall in droves, which had happened before. They would be as close to the perfect representation that God made them to be. But nothing can be truly perfect.
Angels can only be created through God. They can't have children, since having intercourse would have caused them to fall. There was a little bit about miracle children in the wiki, Angels that had children with other species, and the only person of note that was a miracle child was Teodoro Legrenzi, who appeared in volume 19. A̶s̶ ̶s̶u̶c̶h̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶n̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶i̶n̶c̶l̶u̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶i̶r̶a̶c̶l̶e̶ ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶r̶e̶n̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶d̶e̶a̶l̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶T̶e̶o̶d̶o̶r̶o̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ ̶c̶a̶m̶e̶.̶ CHANGE: as per a few comments, I have decided to keep Teodoro as a miracle child as a result of an error from God's system. He will be the only one though.
The other way that angels could have intercourse would be having absolutely no lustful thoughts during the act, but I couldn't even find a single instance where that happened. So, I was going to simplify it and say that Angels having sex, even if its with another angel, would cause them to fall.
Also, I was going over the DxD wiki and I found something called the interdimensional room, that allowed Angels to have sex without falling. It was developed from learning that Irina could have sex with Issei without falling, with the latter definitely having some lewd thoughts.
…I'm not going to include that in the story.
I know I said that I would post around every two weeks, but I got a lot more support than I thought that I would, so here's the next chapter much earlier than I planned.
Don't get too used to it though.
On with the story!
Michael had not been having a good time.
He was the right hand of God and the leader of the Seraphim.
And a failure.
He let his Father die, and in doing so, condemned the Angels to a slow and agonizing demise.
There was no way any Angel could effectively govern Heaven, let alone lead it. No, it was a job meant for the One God and him alone. The best thing that he could do was guide the system, and even then, the system was slowly losing its effectiveness. Even if he was the Angel that knew his Father's system the best, it was still his Father's. He wouldn't dare to attempt to change anything, as he did not know the consequences of doing so. Even though he had been working with the system for hundreds of years, there were still certain aspects of it that he could not understand and will never understand.
The death of God during the Great War crippled the Angels' faction. Not only had they lost their leader, their Father, and the keystone of Heaven, they also lost the ability to replenish their numbers after the demise of hundreds of thousands during the War. If there was any faction that lost the greatest, it would have been the Angels.
Although the Devils were currently the weakest faction after their civil war, they had the ability to become the strongest. They could reproduce among themselves and with other species. Even though their birth rates were fairly low, that meant nothing to nigh immortals. Although reproducing with humans led to their children being cripples with hardly any talent in magic, at least they had a way of continuing their species. And then Ajuka Beelzebub had to go and invent a system that could reincarnate other species into devils.
Michael understood the intent behind it. If he had the ability to reincarnate other individuals as Angels, then he would have done the exact same thing. Pity the only way they could replenish their numbers was through their Father. And he was gone. Angels could not reproduce among themselves, and they could not have intercourse with other species, as they would fall in the process. After all, to have sex is to reproduce, and to reproduce is to reject the authority of their Father. However, after His death, the system has produced a single error in regards to that.
And the Fallen. Probably the most dangerous out of the three factions. Able to repopulate from themselves, other species, and the falling of Angels. As they had rejected God, they could freely repopulate among themselves, even if their birth rates were low. But low birthrates do not really matter to an immortal species. They still had their most important leader, unlike both the Angels and the Devils. The one good aspect was that Azazel was a researcher at heart, unwilling to continue fighting so that he could research the sacred gears. The problem was that Azazel was massing powerful sacred gear wielders, as were the Devils, albeit for different reasons. The power that God granted to humanity so that they could defend themselves from their oppressors was instead being turned to a method to bolster the very same beings that oppressed them.
Michael paced around the Seventh Heaven. There was much that he wanted to do, but little in how to actually accomplish those tasks. The revival of those lost, the protection of those living, the continuation of the species, a peace between the three factions to stop the infighting, keeping the face of God and to prevent any others knowing about His death, keeping humanity safe from the mythological, keeping humanity safe from themselves.
His governing of Heaven, though he really did not feel like a ruler, had led to a fair bit of his brethren becoming unsatisfied with him. And how could he blame them? He was unsatisfied with himself too. Their job was to guide humanity, to assist them. And he had turned his back on them. He was not oblivious to the dissatisfied leaving Heaven. The droves of Angels either choosing to leave Heaven or Fall, tired of his inaction. The only thing he lamented is not being able to help more. He wanted to act for humanity, and yet, he needed to maintain what semblance of God's system he could. If his father's system were to collapse, then other pantheons would realize the One God is dead. And Christianity's denominations, Judaism's branches, Islamic sects, and many others, would collapse. The monsters that they had been repressing would rise again, and Earth would be destroyed. Under his supervision, God's system could no longer enact miracles, and the faith of Humanity was wavering. After all, humans would not believe something that had no proof of existing.
It wasn't just limited to the Religion of the Bible; all other factions were feeling it too. The rise in atheism and agnosticism fueled by advancements in science and the decreasing reliance on the divine and their miracles caused a significant weakening in most religions. Even more so from the religions that had no active worshipers, such as the Mesopotamian Gods and the Ancient Greeks, whose existences are fueled by mythology alone. There were also an uncountable number of gods that had faded out of existence when everything tied to themselves had been wiped from the Earth and forgotten.
Luckily or unluckily, no gods were going to fade anytime soon, with the invention of the internet. Most known information had been stored onto a system that will never disappear, not unless all of humanity was wiped out, but he would be damned if he let humanity fall before the Angels did.
He couldn't give up. He couldn't delegate the task to anyone else. He couldn't rely on his siblings, as they had their own business. All he could do was listen to the wishes and prayers from humanity. Pleading to do something with all the turmoil in the world. Begging for forgiveness. Requesting action.
The Seventh Heaven was not a quiet place. The voices of his believers echoed across the massive chamber. But Michael tuned could tune them out. Thank Father that he managed to figure out a way to sort the myriad of prayers into different categories of importance. Otherwise, he would have given up long ago attempting to sort through the hundreds of players that he heard every second.
It seemed to be an ordinary day of listening to humanity, but then Michael felt the dimensions tear right in front of the Gates of Heaven.
A tear in the space-time continuum was never a good thing. It was either something entering or leaving the Dimensional Gap, a botched teleportation spell, or someone trying to create a black hole to destroy the entire solar system. He really hoped it was just the second one, and that he would not have to deal with an extremely powerful intruder in Heaven.
And then he felt the hatred.
Ě̸̦̳̩͋ṱ̶̇́é̶͖͖̂r̴̬̕n̶̟̹̠̑͘͠a̴̦̔̌͆l̶̗͇̣̃̒ ̷̟͉͍͑̊m̴̙̳̔̌a̷̠̲͋͜l̷̮̞̯̃í̷͓͍̩̽̕c̴͇̦̦͌͝ẽ̴̥.̴͚͐
It had been a long time since he felt such desire to reduce all of humanity to ash. None of the Pantheons wanted to do so, as the death of all of the humans resulted in the death of all of the Gods. The only time he had ever felt this way was when he was hunting Evil Dragons and beasts spoken about in Apocalypses with his Father.
He teleported above the Gates, the denizens of the First Heaven flying out into formation behind him. Hundreds of thousands of Angels. Hundreds of thousands of his brethren. Hundreds of thousands of those that had stood against the Devils, the Fallen, and their own desires. Not sinning once in the thousands of years they had been alive. His most loyal army.
E̴̝͓̻̻̯̔̅̔̌̈́̂ņ̴͚̬̯̈̈́͌̄̃͆̈́̕d̵̢̻̖̤̥̜̞̅l̵̗̙̙͋̅E̷̹͈̯̦̦̓̌̽̍͐͝͝ș̴̓̓̉̑̈́̎̑̕s̵̨̳̯͕̤͈̹͑̀̈́͆͘͜ ̴̮̓̈́̉̉̕ͅS̴̠̏̍͆i̶̡̛̭̱̫̇̈̓͆̎̍Ṅ̵̙̬̳̼
To any mortal, it would have been a magnificent sight. Millions of wings of the purest white. Hundreds of millions of feathers that were sculpted by the hands of God. Each owner of the wings an ethereal beauty unreachable by humanity. The Sons and Daughters of Heaven. The perfect children of the Father.
E̶͓͍̞͙͐̀̏̀v̷̼̈́e̷̗̱̟̒r̴̙͖̒̈́̈́̕͠l̸̥̘̼͕̥͒a̵̪̠͕͂̐̌͋͠s̷͓̺͋͂̔̾̚t̶͖̓͗̈̀į̷̹͙̬̮̂́̈́͛ǹ̷̼̟̦̩͛̓g̴̝̤̒̽ ̷̮̝͇̰̫̿̑̑̾e̴̱̟̩̒̑̎ͅn̵̡̯͒̆m̵̬̰̖͈͋i̶̱̭̙̔͂̍̆͝t̷̹̗̠̘̝͐y̴͚̻̦̔͒̿ͅ.̶͎͖̻̰̄̍̿͆͒
Spears of light were gripped in each of their hands, ready to be fired at a minute's notice. Armor made of the finest gold polished to the luster of the Sun. They had fought in the wars against the Pagans. They had fought in the Great War. Against their fallen siblings. Against the Devils. They had fought and they had killed to defend humanity. But now, they fight to defend their home. A wall of white and gold.
The Army of Heaven.
U̸̧̳͕̪͙͒ͅn̸̖͚̓̊̈̕͠c̵̤̺̹̭̦̈́e̵̥̬͗͂̓̾a̴͉̽̀s̶̺̥̟̲͖͙͆̒̓̋ỉ̶̱̻̿̈̒̅n̵͕̓g̷̦̰͉̔ ̵͓͎̽̐͗̀͝v̸̭͙͙͔̥͖̿ę̷̯̘̞̙͊̈́̕n̵̛̲͖̥͓̹̅͠g̷̡̛̛̼̻̠͌͌̃͊e̷͇̪̘͆̏̽͑̒̈́a̴̢̩̹̪̯͌̊n̵̝͈̮͍̅̉̃̈̅̚c̶̡̣͈̣̦͈̅͑͋ë̵̡̤́͋.̴͉̥͖̉̐͂̕
But to Michael, it was a reminder of his incompetence.
They used to number 40 million. They used to cover the sky. They used to strike fear in their enemies. He knew that he could never be even half as competent as Father. But to see so many of his siblings gone and weakened so much…
No Fallen had ever reached the white steps to the gate. No Devil had even seen the steps. Heaven's gate was impenetrable. Nobody that they did not want in could have gotten in. No one they had deemed an enemy had even gotten close to the Gates of Heaven, before being pin-cushioned by millions of spears of light.
B̵̳͍̥̗͉͖̅̾̽̚o̵͔̯̅̏̈͜u̴̥͓̖̠̎̒n̸̨̛̜̮͓͖̟̈́̌͋d̶̹͙̫͙̮̩̈́̔̾̀l̸̼̳̹̰̺͂̊͂͘͝e̴͎̰̒̍͛̾̐͜s̵̪͗̌́͘s̵̫̮̺̅̅͂̿̊͜ ̷͓̯͎̈l̶̛̗̝̘͐̑͝͝ô̵̝̼̩͓̫̘̚ȁ̷͖̰̦̗͈͓͗̐t̸̯̟̟̣̺̃ḫ̶̫͖͉͔͌̅͜î̶͚̩̮̓̉͜ņ̸͚̣̥́̌̌̚ͅg̵̮͔͎̠̹̋͆͌̒̑.̸̬͒́͠
But now all of that had changed. A sign of Heavens' weakening. A sign of their eventual collapse.
In front of the gate was a fiery red-haired boy of Asian descent. Blades sticking out of every part of his body. A lifeless look in his eyes. On his knees with his hands limp at his sides. A destroyed body. A fractured mind. And yet a soul burning with determination. And yet that all processed secondly when Michael gazed upon the human boy. After all, how could anyone not feel…
Ą̸͉͙̟̦̓̃l̶̛͇͎̜͊̀͘l̴̡͇̪͇̳̗̙̦̈́̿̇̔̐̏̚ ̵̘̩̰̞̲̀͌̅̆̏̅̕ṭ̷̡̘͖̬̺͚̞̔̉̐̏ͅh̴̬͂͐͗͆̂̌̚͠e̵̱̦̺͍̣͉̎͋̀͋̂͆̊̏̕ ̸̧̧̙̦̃͋͒͊̏̍̚Ẁ̷̧͈̌́͛̔͌ơ̸̳̭̗̮̙͈̍̋̍̂̓́͑̃̋r̴͉̮͓̹̮̆̌̓͗ļ̶͑̿̇͊̑̅̉̋d̷͉̮̘͙͓̿̐s̶͍̲̄̉̈̌͋́̽̐̄ ̵̢̣̲͑͆̾̅͒̐̌E̸̖̖̘͕͔̺̠̊͊̇̚v̴̢̛̰̮̥̙̤̮̄i̸̧̬͙͈̬͖͙͔̩̓́̓̚͜͝l̴̡̟͍̓͆͆̊͝s̵̜̜̼̐̌̏.̷̘̗̯̥̯̈́̄̉͜
He automatically held his hand out, and Spears of the Seraphim materialized around him. Highly powerful and highly potent, a shining beacon for his allies, and inescapable death to his enemies. He took aim at the lone trespasser. The one who dared to step foot upon the sacred stones of Heaven. The Angels around him followed suit, millions of spears of light bristled, aimed, and ready to fire. Enough to kill a Super Devil if even half of them hit their mark.
And against an unmoving target, all of them would.
Once he released his spear against the enemy, all of his brethren would too. He held no mercy for those that would threaten his people, his family. The threat would be eviscerated, and he would have to find out how he had managed to get so close to the gates of Heaven.
So why was he hesitating?
All it would take would be a simple movement. Flicking a single finger. Correction, he didn't even have to flick a finger, he only had to think about flicking a finger. And the threat that had gotten the closest to forcibly entering Heaven would be removed.
So why?
Why doesn't he act?
A soft voice spoke up next to him. "I'm guessing the reason that you have yet to end this poor child's suffering yet is that you sense it too, brother."
He glanced over his shoulder at the Seraphim flying next to him. Gabriel. The only female of the Great Seraphs. The idol of Heaven. Widely regarded to be the most beautiful woman in existence. And the one Serafall Leviathan proclaimed to be her greatest rival, even if Gabriel didn't know it.
"I'm not sure what you mean by that, Gabriel. The only thing I sense from that boy is the unyielding hatred for humanity and the accumulation of all of humanity's sin. It's a wonder how he's not dead, with all of the curses piled on top of him, the blades sticking out of his chest, and the…this child has a spiritual arm attached to his body. How has his body not been consumed as magical power yet?"
"Precisely brother. Look past the veneer of curses surrounding the boy, and you will see much more. He has many peculiarities in his body, many different contradictions. The blades piercing his skin are made from his own mana. The spiritual appendage attached to him is remarkably similar to his actual body. But nothing is more peculiar than his soul. Don't merely glimpse at his mind, see into his soul. See what his soul really is. See who this child standing in front of us is."
Gabriel was the most whimsical and childish of the Seraphim but rarely did anything catch her attention as much as this child did. She was the Angel that understood humanity the best. She understood their emotions, their desires, their goals, their dreams. She had seen much of humanity, and if she said that this boy was intriguing, then he was definitely someone that he would have to keep an eye on.
Plus, Michael could clearly see that this child was not a threat. The hatred that he had felt from the curse was only directed at the child. He wasn't the source for it. But then that begged the question of what the boy did to get condemned with a divine curse that contained all of the sins of humanity.
Michael sighed defeatedly. There was little he could do to go against the whims of Gabriel. But it had been a while since she had been so forceful. Gabriel was treated as the "youngest sister" of the Seraphs, and Michael may have been complicit in treating her as such.
He looked back to the wall of white and gold behind him and waved his arm. Immediately, they dispersed their spears and started flying back toward the First Heaven. They knew better than to question the actions of the Seraphim. They all knew Michael had their safety at heart; if he deemed it was safe for them to return, who were they to question it?
And so, he peered into the child's soul. Past the barriers, past his dreams and desires, past his fragmented memories, and into…
A world.
An endless world stretching as far as his magically enhanced eyes could see. Not a complete one, but one that still exists. It was always changing as if it could not decide on what to be. The sky changed from a rusty red to a dark grey to vibrant violet. Sometimes there were stars. Sometimes there wasn't any. Sometimes there was a sun on the horizon, bathing the incomplete world in its glow. Other times there was an endless void, sucking all of the light from the world.
There were massive, bronze gears floating in the sky that changed size, shape, location, orientation. Some moved. Some turned. Some stayed where they were. Occasionally, they chained together and turned, but more often than not, they just turned by themselves. But they were always blurry. Indistinct.
At the center of the world was a glowing orb of white. Michael immediately knew what it was. After all, how could he not recognize God's greatest gift for his children? The one that humans would fight wars for…that Angels would die for.
Love.
And it was no ordinary love; no ordinary love had the ability to burn like a thousand suns. No ordinary love had the ability to transcend death. No ordinary love had a lover that would sacrifice the entire world to save the other. No ordinary love had…multiple women after him? And the child being oblivious and denser than a black hole?
…That might prove to be problematic. Polygamy was condemned by Heaven after all. He would have to see how the boy would act upon his desires before he would come to a conclusion.
But this world was held even more peculiarities. Stabbed into the reddish-brown ground were swords. Hundreds of thousands of swords forming a graveyard of steel. From kitchen knives to calvary swords to holy and demonic weapons. Unlike the rest of the world, these swords were vivid. Incredibly detailed. He could see chips, cracks, curses, and blessings. And was that…
"Fae."
"And the Shroud of Martin."
"…So it would seem." Michael sighed again. The child had both an artifact of the Fae and an artifact of the Church. The Fae were one of the most reclusive species, staying in their world most of the time. The last time they had contact with humans was during Arthurian England, and King Arthur was the one who wielded one of the most powerful holy swords in existence. What had this boy done for the Fae to meet them, let alone receive one of their legendary artifacts?
And the Shroud of Martin. The burial shroud of one of the most well-known Christian Saints in France. The patron saint of the Third Republic and of social justice, racial harmony, and mixed-race. Currently buried in the Basilique bearing his name in Tours. How on Father's holy Earth had this child gotten such a powerful artifact. He would have to strengthen the defenses of the Church as soon as possible.
"So then brother, now that you've decided not to kill him, what do you plan on doing with him now?"
Although he had closed the Gates of Heaven, he was still an Angel. If given the chance, he would help humanity. He would guide them. But he currently could not go out of his way to assist them.
"Once Raphael finishes healing him, I was planning on putting him into a situation that would test his loyalties, desires, and character. There is someone suffering due to my decisions, and I wish to help alleviate their pain. Depending on how he acts, I was either going to guide him to the Church or send him to somewhere to live his life."
Gabriel nodded her head in agreement. "No matter the outcome of his trial, I was planning on giving him my blessing. I have not seen love as pure as his in hundreds of years, even among ourselves. I wish to see who this little one holds such adoration for."
"If that's your decision, then I have no right to stop you, not that I could anyway. Now, let's go take this child to Raphael before he succumbs to his wounds, and we once again fail our duties."
It was midnight, and murder of crows were flying around an unconscious boy, prone on the ground. Circling high above him, they slowly descended onto the branches of the nearby trees. Their eyes constantly darted from the boy to each other. Even for one of the most intelligent species of birds, their eyes were too cunning. Too analytical. And they just kept on watching the boy.
All of a sudden, as if compelled to, the crows began to caw at the same time.
Emiya Shirou groggily awoke to the sounds of a bunch of inane screeching. He sat up and began to rub the sleep out of his eyes, only to be accosted by a mind-splitting headache. He wasn't unfamiliar with his mind threatening to rip itself into two, as he had delved into Archer's memories more times than he would like to admit.
Archer…
Rin…
SAKURA!
…
By all means, he should have been dead.
And yet, he was most definitely alive.
He knew not of what happened to everyone that he loved.
He knew not of what happened to Fuyuki.
He knew not of what happened to himself.
The last thing he remembered was when…Illya sacrificed herself to purge Angra Mainyu from the Grail and destroy it. He couldn't remember much, but he knew that he was on the brink of death. Using Archer's memories and the fight with Kotomine fractured his body and his mind. His reality marble going out of control and tearing his own body apart didn't help either.
So how was he alive, and without any visible injuries?
Avalon could only heal physical wounds, and only those applied by an outside source. It was his own soul that was doing most of the damage against his own body, and yet he couldn't see a single scar from the blades sticking out of his chest, let alone a wound.
Even more shocking was that he was able to form coherent thoughts. Using Archer's arm as much as he did and taking off the Shroud of Martin caused him to go nearly catatonic. The price of using it was steep, as it constantly eroded away his sanity. No human was meant to take in the memories of a Counter Guardian, an entity that would exist forever, across multiple universes, and throughout time. Even if it was only Archer's arm, it still contained an immense number of memories of being used and tracing. Kotomine had told him that removing the Shroud and using the arm even once would kill him. He had used the arm far more than once to draw on both Archer's memories and skill. His mind had collapsed due to the massive influx of hundreds of thousands of years of fighting. Or at least, it should have.
But lying on the ground with scavengers waiting for his demise would not get him any answers. He jumped up from where he lay and reinforced his eyes to evaluate where he currently was. He was located in the middle of a forest, but he did not recognize their kind. They most definitely weren't the trees that he was used to seeing in Fuyuki, but that just begged the question of where he was.
"So that's what was making that accursed sound." Right then and there, Shirou decided that he did not like crows.
He saw at least a dozen of them perched in the trees surrounding him. They had stopped their cawing after he had gotten up, but they were still watching him. He looked into their beady little eyes, and the abyss gazed back. It wasn't a question of if it would devour everything, it was a question of when. Growing, watching, it sucks in everything, it consumes everything. No light can exist, no life can live, no love can…
He tore his eyes away from the monstrosity in the shape of a bird.
The…thing cawed one last time and took to the skies, the rest of the murder following after it.
…That was one way to fully wake him up.
Asia Argento never had a good life.
That was a lie, she certainly had some good times during her childhood, but those were few and far in between. All of the negative and neutral events that happened far outweighed the benefits. She was abandoned at birth, excluded due to her shyness, and used as a mere tool due to her sacred gear. However, she was not angry at her situation, nor was she unhappy. Well, she wasn't happy either, but one could always be happier. Just being not unhappy was fine with her. Afterall, there were always people were living in worse conditions than she did.
She had a people who cared for her, even if it was just for their political gain. She had people who depended on her, the very same people who elevated her to the position of a Saint. She had people who trusted her, that she would help in their time on need. She had shelter, food, water, people at her beck and call, the power of God and her faith behind her. And yet, she was still missing something.
After all, she was entirely alone.
She had no family. Her biological parents abandoned her at birth on the steps of a church. She had no idea who they were, and neither did the Church. After all, she had been left at the dead of the night. And though the elders of the church that she had live in for most of her young childhood definitely acted like family to her, she had not seen them ever since being elevated to being a Holy Priestess.
She had no friends. Being abandoned by her parents at the doorsteps of the church caused her to become incredibly socially awkward. And after she had aged and became more open, she had become a Holy Priestess. Anybody approaching her either wanted her for something or wanted her to do something for them. No one approached her because of her personality.
She was being used as a tool to strengthen the influence of the slowly weakening Church.
She knew that, and she didn't hate them for it.
How could she? They were the Church, the acting hand of Heaven. They enabled her to help more people. They let her experience far more than she would have been able to. They knew how to use her most efficiently.
Or at least, that's what she thought.
And then she was excommunicated and branded a heretic.
For helping a person in need.
Then she realized how truly alone she was.
The Church had given her a thousand euros.
Besides the few sets of clothes that she had and a copy of the Holy Scripture, that's all she had.
No friends, no family, no people that she could rely on without getting them into trouble.
A thousand euros. A handful of clothes. And a copy of the most copied book in human history.
And she was supposed to start a new life.
She would have laughed at the absurdity of her current situation, if she wasn't about to spontaneously burst into tears. How was she supposed to fit into modern society? She had lived in the sparsely populated areas of Italy and then protected so much that she could barely go to the restroom without guards following her. Hmm, perhaps she would go live in the woods as a hermit. At least she wouldn't have to deal with so many people there.
Asia threw her hands on her hips, lifted her head high, and exclaimed, "I am now headed for the woods, where I intend to live the rest of my life as a hermit."
"I didn't think anyone would willingly become a sealing designee so easily."
Asia spun around, her face turning a vibrant crimson, as she came face to face with the person that had heard her despair.
A/N: Woo second chapter done. And now its time to deal with…
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The reviews!
Logic's a Product of Insanity- Yea I reupdated my chapter practically as soon as I published it, since I clicked on the preview button and everything screwed up. I honestly don't know why it takes FF so long to update everything.
Imperator's slave- See above
Keybladelight- Shirou's aria will change. Humans are beings of change, and since reality marbles are based off of a projection of their inner world, their reality marbles would also change. Also, his reality marble has not developed compared to other Shirous, so its also going to start off different.
Akasuna123- See beginning of chapter.
Laggykid- A problem with DxD and FS/N crossovers, Heaven's Feel especially, is that FS/N can get depressing as all hell. All of the HF endings are particularly heart wrenching, even the "good" ones. On the contrary, DxD is a comedy and ecchi. But yea, I understand and I'll try to consider the mood when I'm adding in the little jokes. I'm not going to make it totally dour and depressing though, since I can only handle a certain amount of edge.
Lord Naruto- See beginning of chapter.
Sdarkness05- Yea that first chapter is going to be the shortest. I'm trying to aim for around 5k words per chapter, maybe more as time goes on.
Server lock- I'm sorry but I'm not really sure what you're trying to say. If its about Angels and their perfectness, see the beginning of the chapter.
DukeOfWisdom- Issei's harem is going to include the members of Rias' peerage at the start of the series and it will grow a bit, but not as much as it did canonically. And that's all I'm going to say because spoilers ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶n̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶f̶a̶r̶ ̶y̶e̶t̶
Trinix8- Thanks
Crimson green flame- Sorry, but Shirou is going to stay human. He is going to get a following though. *cough* Harem *cough*
RinboHengoku- Just looked up cursed text generator and plug the stuff in with varying levels of cursedness. As for the short chapter, it was kind of a gauge to see how people would react and if it was worth the massive time investment of writing a story. I hope that this chapter has managed to answer a few questions about my stance on Angels for you. And also, thank you.
Look2022- See beginning of chapter and thanks!
EternalKing- Who ever said that Sakura wouldn't be in this fic? One nice thing about Fate is the Kaleidoscope and the fact that Rin is his apprentice. As for Angel reincarnation, I just don't like it since it was another bullshit answer to simplify the politics of the Three Factions. Where one faction could get much stronger, while the other two are limited in their numbers.
As for all of the Guests…
I'm sorry but I won't reply to your comments, since frankly, it would be annoying to tell which answer would go to which review.
Masterful Procrastinator out, and I hope to see you all next time. Don't forget to review, otherwise I won't know how to improve.