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Characters: Ophanimon Falldown Mode/Male Chosen x2

Series: Returned

Notes:

I really wanted to do something with Ophanimon Falldown Mode.

Chapter 108

Things Get Better

Ophanimon Falldown Mode does not know why they've awakened back on this side. If anything, such summonings should be a bad omen. But why didn't it feel that way?

"Scanning…" it robotically announces, examining the surrounding area. An urban area, buildings and green spaces galore. But the building Ophanimon Falldown Mode had their focus on was a small church. "Scan complete."

Sure, it was certain they were based on some kind of religion to some extent. But such knowledge had been purged so long ago. It wasn't sure why, but they made a beeline for the building. They should be a blank slate. No information gained, no information lost. It should not have any memories - no feelings outside of the burning rage to just consume all that dared to oppose the light and all that fell under its banner. This felt like something different though. A feeling familiar, thought long forgotten. Echoing within their head, silence made a luxury at that moment. So it stopped listening.

At the church, the armored angel came to a stop. Gazing through the stained glass, what looked to be a man was waiting for someone at the altar. While it would assume to be a woman they were waiting, something told it that this was somehow not the case. Even more so as said man looked towards the glass.

"Ophani?" the man announces, gaze meeting that of Ophanimon Falldown Mode. Pausing for a brief moment, it moves away from the glass. Memories meant nothing, yet their eyes slid shut. The man is a young boy now. He's kicking about his sister's dolls. They're all dressed in makeshift outfits meant to evoke that of a 'magical girl'. Not that it knows exactly what qualifies as a magical girl in the first place.

"Stop that!" his sister shouts, her cries going on deaf ears. It doesn't see a problem in any of this. If she really wanted him to stop, she should've intervened. But no, they went to mom to snitch. Because of course they did. The woman makes her entrance and the battle is over. Good triumphing over evil. Yadda yadda yadda.

The scene starts again, yet something is different. Both the boy and girl are older. But why does the boy look so sad? Why are their cuts on their arms? Better yet, why is it thinking about those sorts of questions? Their job was to purge the darkness and make sure the light had a place. Not asking questions that could get in the way of whatever mission they were on at the moment.

Eyes opening up, it found they were still staring through the glass. The man's gaze shifts away, but it continued to look at them. For this occasion, they were dressed in a white suit with lace decorating the top. As for footwear, that looked to be a set of white shoes. Fancy ones you would rent out for an event. What appeared to be a priest had taken the position at the altar. But there was now another man standing in front of the initial one.

Unlike his companion, he was dressed in black and wearing a funny looking mask over his eyes and a hat on his head. A ring could be made out on his finger. So it focused back on the other man. Lo and behold, he too had a ring.

"Observing…" it chimes, robotic tone echoing into the building. For the moment, they watch through the glass. Sure, a handful of people did notice them. But they were paid little mind and it was fine with that. They didn't really pay attention to them. Even as the pretty flowers were thrown up into the air.

Afterwards, the people within the church scattered. Where they went didn't matter. It would just he-

"Ophani!"

Or would've, had someone not wrapped their arms around one of their legs. Looking down, she finds the man.

"It's me! Steve!" the man shouts, Ophanimon Falldown Mode looking down at him. While that name sounded familiar, it couldn't place where. Yet the longer they stare, the more familiar that this person becomes. "I'm your partner! We used to play around after school whenever it was nice!"

His words ring out, tears rolling down Ophani's face. Bending down, Steve lets go of their leg. Instead, he carefully goes for a hug around the torso. Their partner does the same, but not before eyeing up the other man.

"Husband?" they inquire, the man nodding and grabbing hold of Steve's hand. Both their rings shined brightly in the sunset.

"Yeah." the other man remarks, entering the hug. Ophani doesn't mind, though. They can get used to sharing. It's better that way.