Gabriel led the way through the garden in silence as Shirou dutifully followed her. The longer and the deeper they went into the faux Garden of Eden, the more astonished Shirou became. It was fascinating. Shirou had never been one to appreciate nature as much as some others did, but even the most closed-minded person would have thoroughly enjoyed walking through Gabriel's Garden.

Predators and prey cast aside their roles in the environment and lived harmoniously together. Plants that lived in the most tropical of rainforests could be found right next to flora that could survive in the frozen tundra. Ancient beings of long-extinct species walked alongside their modern counterparts.

"How do they all live here? How can they all live here?"

"They are beings of pure magical energy." Gabriel replied, "Made from the true progenitors in the original garden. Created by mine and Raphael's own hands.

"But we were unable to give them free will. No matter how much we tried. No matter what we did. We had to dictate everything that they did. If no command were issued, they would simply stand there, becoming a statue. This was how it was for tens of hundreds of years, a frozen paradise, only moving when it was commanded to. They live off of the ambient magical energy in the air. They don't eat, drink, or sleep. They are but a machine, whose only purpose is to exist."

She paused and ran her hand over a passing deer-like animal. It turned around and looked at the Angel with its wide eyes, its tail wagging in the process. When Gabriel removed her hand, it looked forward and continued on.

"But then you humans discovered a way to bend machines to your will. You dictated how they would act, when they would act, and how many times they would act. You discovered how to program. We emulated what you had accomplished, and through our efforts and yours, we were able to bring to this place life and movement. Or at least, on the surface.

"I know exactly how the animals will react. I know when they will act like they're sleeping. I know when they will pretend to dip their head down and drink. Whilst we no longer have to command each and every action, it is not free will either. They are commanded to roam this place, nothing more, nothing less.

"But let us move on, lest you wither away to nothing, trying to understand them."

They rounded the corner on a path that Shirou was sure wasn't there before, arriving at a white gazebo situated on top of a crystal-clear pond. He peered over the edge of the walkway. It was an odd view, as he could perfectly see both the clear blue sky and the rocky bottom of the pond. It was a perfect mirror, while simultaneously perfectly transparent.

He hastened his pace, to catch back up with Gabriel. Walking underneath the entrance archway, her wings rustled and retracted into her back. She pulled out a modest-looking stool from underneath an equally simple table that Shirou was absolutely sure was not there before. His bemusement must have been painfully obvious on his face, as Gabriel took one look and chuckled.

"If you have not figured it out already, I have neigh absolute control in my little project. The sheer amount of time and energy that I have spent here enables me to mold it to my desire. Everything is based on my will. Everything is created from my magical energy. Everything is under my control. Except for you, of course."

To prove her point, a much more grandiose chair appeared on the opposite side of the table. If anything, it was more like a throne than a chair. A pristinely white velvet carpeted the inside and the backrest, curling over the armrests. Its slivery legs shimmered in the sunlight; precious gemstones were inlaid every so often. It was intimidating, grand, and absolutely stunning. It was a seat meant for kings. Which meant that he had no right to rest in it.

Even as Gabriel beckoned her hand towards the chair, Shirou took the risk and refused. He hoped that he had not misjudged her and that she would smite him for the audacity to decline her generosity. Who knew what Angels could be like?

"I'll pass," He replied, shaking his head, "Just a stool like yours will be fine."

She froze, her eyes remaining in contact with his. For a moment, he feared that he had made the wrong decision, and would immediately be expelled from the dream. However, her impassive façade quickly broke down, and the playful twinkle returned to her eyes once more. Another chuckle escaped her lips, and she brought her hand up to stifle it to no avail.

"Of course, of course." a wooden stool matching hers replaced the throne as tea and biscuits appeared on the table. "Not many would have rejected the lavish gift of an Angel, even fewer would have asked for something lesser. Though a hint of warning, only a small number of divinities would forgive you for something like this." She stated, her voice turning significantly more serious, "A minuscule amount would have praised you for exemplifying integrity. A majority would have complied; however, they would dislike you considerably more. A large number would have just killed you for daring to deny their magnanimity."

As her voice turned more serious, so did the world around him. It was not a drastic difference, it would be difficult to state exactly what changed, but there was certainly a shift. "I'll, uh, make sure to keep that in mind," he answered, swallowing mid-sentence.

Gabriel smiled at him, "Most Angels would have praised you for that, myself included. It was a thinly-veiled test to determine how you would act being offered ostentatious wealth."

Shirou nodded. He had expected as much. Here he was, a mere mortal that had been spirited away in his sleep to what amounted to an imitation of Heaven.

"Your meeting with Asia was also a test."

The handle of the teacup that Shirou was bringing to his mouth shattered, yet it remained levitating in the air. His brow furrowed, as he glared at Gabriel. "Aisa was excommunicated and kicked from her home just so that you could test me?"

Gabriel remained smiling at Shirou, her facial expression never changing. "Relax little child," she replied, "the dominos leading to Asia Argento's ex-communication were already falling by the time you came to us. If you had not arrived, she would have been lost to us forever. And Shirou…"

"Yes?"

She reached over and patted his head. "Stop getting so angry! It is not good for your health. And here, drink the tea. It has a calming effect."

The shards of the broken teacup disappeared into motes of golden light and flew back to repair the broken handle. Shirou grabbed it out of midair and took a sip. It tasted like…water. But he was not going to tell Gabriel that and just nodded his head appreciatively.

"I'll try to keep that in mind." He sheepishly replied "You also keep on saying that I came to Heaven. How is that possible?"

"Well. Unfortunately for you, I was going to ask you the exact same question. You appeared on the doorstep of Heaven with no prior warning, no prior notice. Your presence was immediately felt by all Angels living here. It irradiated pure, unfiltered malevolence towards all that live, had lived, and will live. And all of that hatred was emanating from a child not even done with his second decade, and as close to being dead as one could possibly get.

"Your body was enshrouded by the curse of All the World's Evils. The arm of a spiritual being that wasn't just similar to you, but exactly the same as you, slowly encroaching on your sanity. Your mind was fractured and was being torn apart by said arm. Blades that seemed to be constructed from your very soul were tearing your body apart from the inside out.

"We questing how you were still alive. And to our astonishment, we found not only one, but two sacred holy items residing on and within your body. One of which was a burial shroud sealed away deep in a Basilique bearing the saint's name. While the other is one of the most powerful holy artifacts but has since been lost to time.

"Before you woke up in the woods in Italy, before you appeared to us on Heaven, what on Earth were you doing?"

What was he doing before he arrived here?

His memories became fuzzier the more he advanced into the cavern and the more he used Archer's arm. But he could remember most things.

He remembered entering the cavern under Ryuudou Temple. He remembered fighting alongside Rider against Saber. He remembered…killing Saber with the Azoth Sword. He remembered climbing up the stairs towards a returned Sakura and a collapsed Rin. He remembered severing her connection with Angra Mainyu. He remembered asking Rider to escort both of them out of the cavern. He remembered advancing alone to the Greater Grail. He remembered being intercepted by Kotomine, their fight, and Kotomine's death. He remembered hesitating. He remembered projecting Excalibur. But after that, he remembered…he remembered…sorrow.

What happened. What had happened.

Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders as a soft hand caressed the top of his head. Shirou was brought back to reality and saw that Gabriel was currently embracing him.

"It's alright." She whispered, "It's ok to cry."

He was crying?

Raising a hand to his cheek, his hand did indeed feel the tell-tale trail of wetness that followed in the wake of tears. Another teardrop rolled down the side of his face and brushed against his fingers. What had he lost that made him cry? He didn't even remember crying during Kiritsugu's death. Or did he?

He could not remember. He could not remember what happened during Kiritsugu's last days. He was there. He knew he was there. He knew he had known what happened during his final days. So why could he remember nothing?

"How am I alive?" He barely managed to croak out. His throat felt as parched as if he had been wandering through the Sahara, despite drinking some tea moments earlier.

"When we found you, your body was on the verge of collapse. However, your soul was protected by an unknown form of magic. So powerful were its effects, that it caused me and my brothers to take considerable effort to see through its barrier. We determined that it would be fruitless to try and restore your body completely. So, we preserved your old body and made a completely new one. And by we, I primarily mean my brother, Raphael.

"He constructed a body identical to your previous one, down to the same scars, muscle mass, and red blood cell count. However, when he attempted to extract your soul from your body, he couldn't. That spiritual arm of yours refused to let go. It was so intertwined with your soul that it would be nearly impossible to separate the two without irreversible damage, even with the use of divine magic."

She paused and looked at him expectantly from across the table. At some point, she had returned to her side of the table. Shirou merely waited for her to continue, but it was soon made clear that she would not. Unless she wanted him to do something?

"…So, if you could not remove my soul, what did you do?" He asked. It was strange talking about his soul, his very identity, and the root of his reality marble, as a mere object that could be removed and transplanted at will. Granted, it was the will of divine beings, so leeway was to be expected.

"I'm glad you asked! We upgraded your new body to be capable of handling the mana flow and transplanted your soul, the arm, the Shroud of Martin, and Avalon into your new body. Everything was successfully integrated together too! It will even grow and age like a normal human body, albeit much slower, due to the magical energy coursing through it."

Of course.

Of course, they did.

Of course, the Angels were capable of forming bodies that could channel the immense power of a Counter Guardian that had transcended time. But to successfully tie everything together, without him noticing anything off, spoke of Raphael's incredible skills.

He was a homunculus now. An artificial body created not from birth, but by man, or in this case, Angels. Just like Illya. Though, he was more confident in the Angels' craftsmanship as opposed to the Eizberns. At least his body would age and he would not live an incredibly shortened lifespan.

"I am greatly thankful for your saving of my life. If there is anything that I could help you with, I will try to complete it to the best of my abilities." He stated, bowing his head towards Gabriel.

"Hmm. Anything that I require your assistance for. I can't really…oh, yeah! I almost forgot. My request." She exclaimed. "I desire for you to become my acting arm. My right hand on Earth. In return, I shall give to you, my blessing."

A frown arched across his face. He, and other iterations of himself, did not have the best outcomes from accepting contracts with other significantly more powerful entities. "I apologize, as I do not have the best track record with accepting contracts from divinities. While I have not experienced it, I have met a man that did. He was chained even after death to her will and binding. And usually whenever he was sent," Shirou solemnly looked into Gabriel's doe-like eyes, "mass death and destruction were awaiting him. Without failure."

Gabriel leaned back on her stool and sighed. "I suppose there is little I can do to convince you. However, whatever contract that you are thinking of, this is not it. You shall be able to live as you normally would. I would only request certain actions from you, all of which you would be able to turn down by your own will. I shall respect your decision, yet my offer will forever stand.

"Even so, I will not let you leave here without the ability to defend yourself. Your saving of Asia and defeating the Fallen has brought you to the attention of the Church and the Grigori, even if just a little part is focused on you. As much of the combat prowess you displayed, Raynare was nothing but a mere droplet in the ocean of the divine world. Although your sparing of her was noble, in the long run, it was not the wisest. But I will not question your decisions."

"I thank you for your consideration. But I must ask, why are you doing so much for me? I am merely a mortal. Yet you have gone so far to save me and help me." Shirou questioned.

Her golden colored eyes met Shirou's brown. "It is because you are mortal that we Angels are willing to go so far. You are a child of God, and we are your protectors. We exist to guide you and ensure your survival as the greatest of our Father's creation.

"As Angels, it is our duty to guide you, to protect you, to defend you as humanity advances. It is our duty given to us by Father, and it is the sole reason for our existence. Michael believes that Angels are necessary to your survival. That without us, all of Father's creations would be consumed by darkness. He believes that you are too weak to fend yourselves from the entities that desire to exploit you. To preserve humanity means preserving us, and to do so, Heaven had to be closed.

"I disagree.

"Throughout the centuries, you have proven that you are capable of advancing without our assistance. So much so, that you are able to escape the bounds of most divine's range of authority. For you have ventured into the realm of space. You have chained the power contained within the building block of the work to your will. You have formed mass networks of instantaneous communications, accessed by any around the globe. And although strife still exists in many parts of the world, you have been ushered into an era of peace never seen before in my existence. Now, the greatest threat to humanity is yourselves.

"I tire of inaction. I tire of waiting for Heaven to change. I tire of watching humanity suffer. Even though I understand Michael's decision to close Heaven to protect it, I am tired of it. And you have given me the ability to act. That is what some of my brethren would say, yet that is not my only reason.

"It is because I am also the Seraph of love. When I looked into your soul, I saw the incomplete world forming. The endless field of blades stabbed into the ground. The bronze gears suspended in the sky. Your unwavering determination to meet the one you love. A willingness not to live for one's self, but for another. A willingness to sacrifice the world for them.

"I can count the number of times on one hand that I have felt such loyalty to one's partner. And each time, their lives ended in tragedy. Their love was one-sided, or not of equal magnitude, one or the other falls, or a combination of them all. I do not desire for your story to end the same way. I wish for you to succeed. For your love to blossom even more. For you to have your 'happily ever after.'"

Gabriel's eyes remained locked with Shirou's throughout her entire spiel. Gone was the childlike innocence in her eyes. Instead, a spark of burning determination blazed. Her jaw set, her posture firm, her hands steady. Her will was unwavering, for she had waited centuries, if not millennia. The exigence of her creation had been closeted for centuries, but now, it could no longer be held back. From her previous actions, Shirou had forgotten who she was. But he was reminded. She was not just the innocent Angel that she portrayed herself as.

No, she was a Seraph, an Archangel, one of the first to be created, and one of the most powerful.

One that had lived through countless wars with other divinities and, from what he could infer, her own Fallen brethren and Devils. She was ancient. She had seen death and destruction, seen life and restoration. She had seen empires fall and democracies rise. She had seen the Kings reduced to peasants, and peasants rise to power. Watched as man progressed from fighting with sticks and stones to swords and shields to guns and artillery to planes of aluminum and ships of steel to hydrogen bombs. She had lived through history. She had experienced history. All of humanity's atrocities, all of its accomplishments, she had seen them.

And yet, she still believed in them. She still loved them.

So, he would trust in her, and she did in him.

But even as much as he wanted to trust her, he was also wary of her. That little nagging voice in the back of his mind, reminding him of what he was so close to becoming.

An anti-hero. Archer.

Following a flawed ideal to his death, and then some. A Counter Guardian that massacred a thousand to save a thousand and one. Becoming so twisted and tired of fighting that he wanted to create a paradox, erasing himself from existence. All because he had created a contract with Alaya, the will of mankind.

But Gabriel wasn't Alaya. Even though he had never met the force of will, he did not think that this childlike Angel would weigh lives on a scale, picking and choosing who to save. She had emotions; she was much more human than the emotionless Counter Force.

"I," He paused and hesitated, before speaking up again. "I won't become your right-hand man. Nor will I accept your blessing."

Gabriel's shoulders sagged. The burning determination and excitement in her eyes were smothered. The atmosphere of the garden darkened.

"But that doesn't mean that I won't help you."

"Shirou!" Gabriel complained, "Why must you worry me so? I was genuinely anxious there!"

He smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry about that. If you request me to do something, I might go and do it, but the final decision is up to me."

"That's fine." She replied, "As long as I have the guarantee that you will act for humanity's benefit, that is all that I care for."

"I promise to protect humanity as much as I can." He nodded.

Gabriel held out her fist. The tea and biscuits lay forgotten off to the side. "Then we have an agreement. In exchange for your promise to help humanity and accepting my missions on your terms, I offer you this. Unrestricted access to the Church's Archives. Unrestricted access to all of the Church's Vaults. Unrestrained ability to use the services of the Church as you see fit. Access to the Church's unlimited funs. And…this cool little pin! This will delineate you as listening directly to me. You shall not have to answer to any from the Church if you do not wish to."

She opened her palm. It was a little gold ring, with twelve silver wings sticking from either side. Inscribed within the ring was a little cursive G, for Gabriel, he guessed. It was small and as beautiful as it was simple. There were no embellishments, as none were needed. It gave off a distinct magical aura, one that he could tell was Gabriel's.

However, "This deal seems completely unfair!" Shirou stated.

"Oh, would you like more then?" Gabriel questioned.

"What? No, this is far more than generous for me. But you are getting practically nothing out of it. You are giving me the ability to use the Church, the most extensive and largest organization in the world, in exchange for a mere promise. How is that fair for you?"

Gabriel tilted her head and pondered. Her eyes glanced askew as Shiou's bored holes into her. After a few moments, she looked into her eyes and replied, "It is because you are interesting."

"…" He waited. He waited for more. He waited for an explanation that would never come, "…Is that it."

"That is all."

He ran his hand through his hair. Honestly, he should have expected dealing with an incomprehensibly more powerful individual would be as frustrating as it was. But alas, he was too naïve and believed that Gabriel would at least be reasonable. Well, if she was going to make his life easier, then he was not going to question it too much. He reached and clasped her hand, grabbing the proffered insignia in the meantime. "I accept."

Gabriel's face broke into a beaming smile. "I have much faith in you Shirou Emiya, do your best, and I am sure that success will follow. By the way, who is it that you hold such devotion for? It is genuinely astonishing, even to me, how much you love them."

"She…well, her name is Sakura Matou. It's a long story, but to cut it short, she is my greatest failure." Shirou put his hands on his knees and looked at the ground. "I had known her for two years before I truly knew her, yet each day she was coming to visit me. I thought of her as my family, as my younger sister, yet she has loved me since our first meeting. We went to the same school, we went to the same clubs, she visited me at home, and I was friends with her brother. Yet, it took me more than two years of her coming to see me daily and my introduction into the moonlit world, before I had learned that something was wrong. But by then it was too late. Ever since she was a child, she had been defiled and violated constantly, usually by her adopted family. She had bottled it up and kept a shy façade, but eventually, the dam broke. And it broke spectacularly. She killed her adopted brother, her adopted grandfather, many innocents in Fuyuki unaware of the magical world, nearly killed her biological sister, and almost incarnated All the World's Evils. As of right now, I am not sure if she is alive or not. I threw away my previous dream of becoming a hero of justice to save her. I will march to Hell and break her out if I must."

He looked up and met Gabriel's eyes. Steely brown met lustrous gold. One was determined, while the other was pensive. Her eyes refocused and she smiled, "Well, if you were planning on doing that, then I suppose you would need my help."

"I suppose I would." Shirou smiled back.

"If I ever need your assistance, Emiya Shirou, then I shall meet you in a dream such as this one. I bid you the best of luck, as the rest of your day is bound to become fairly hectic." She waved her hand, the world around them rippling as if it were water. He closed his eyes, the distortion of the world too confusing for his mind to bear, and when he opened them back up, he gazed upon the wooden ceiling of his room.

Apparently, he had neglected to turn off the lights in his rush to sleep. Raising his hand to block out the light, he realized there was something hard in his fist. He opened it up, and the little winged insignia fell onto his chest.

So, it hadn't been a dream, he thought to himself.

It was starting to get dark out, and a quick glance at the clock told him that he had slept for twelve hours. Honestly, he had expected more, but he felt refreshed enough, just incredibly parched and hungry. It had been a while since he had slept in a western-style bed, and although it was rather comfortable, he preferred the familiarity of a traditional Japanese futon.

He spied some water and light snacks on the bedside table, before wolfing them down. Looking down, he decided that his sleepwear was decent enough to be used as outwear. He tacked the pin right above his heart, feeling Gabriel's power contained within it. Still a little hungry, a little apprehensive about Gabriel's final words, but he was much better than he was before he went to sleep. Now, it was time to talk with the Church.

Gabriel still remained in the gazebo after she had sent Shirou's mind back down to Earth. Honestly, the end result has gone about as well as she had expected. Only the power-hungry and the ambitious would jump at the chance to obtain her blessing, and Shirou seemed like neither. Even though the compromise that had resulted seemed to be to her detriment, as long as it was for Shirou, she really did not care too much.

But what had surprised her was that he was much more interesting than she thought he was. Neither of them had told a lie during their entire conversation. She was incapable of lying, and although Shirou had not explained the whole story of his beloved, what he had told was enough.

Mistreatment of an adopted family is fairly common, rape and abuse less so, but not nonexistent. But what could have led to the reincarnation of All the Worlds' Evils? Granted, compared to the population of the world barely anyone knew what Zoroastrianism is, much less worship them. As such, it would not have had that much strength if reincarnated, but the potency of the curse on Shirou said otherwise. But what was even more concerning was the hometown where Shirou and Sakura lived.

Fuyuki.

A city that is distinctly Japanese sounding. He was not lying when he said that civilians there were killed. But Fuyuki, Japan does not exist. It has never existed. There has never been that name for a city in Japan. Ever.

His referral to the magical world as the 'Moonlit World' was also strange. Never before had she heard of her world as a moonlit one.

Even though he had not responded to her question of what he was doing before he arrived in Heaven, she did feel immense sadness. Sadness and despair.

He did not elaborate on how he obtained the artifacts, nor how the sheathe that was only supposed to work for the One, True King, also worked for him. In fact, she could presume that the Avalon was one of the reasons why his body had not been corroded by Angra Mainyu.

Shirou also briefly mentioned his previous dream of becoming a hero of justice. Perhaps that was why he decided to save Raynare, but he had also stated that he had thrown that dream away.

"Emiya Shirou," Gabriel muttered to herself, "who exactly are you?"


I had a schedule. The next day, I did not follow the schedule. Oh, well. Let's try again these next few weeks. At least it wasn't three weeks long this time, right? Though exams are about to start so the next one will probably in three weeks or more.

And Shirou gets a little bit of a powerup from the Angels. Well, its not really a little bit of a powerup, but we all love to see ole Shirou trounce some enemies, don't we? He's not going to be able to access all of the weapons in his armory, nor is he able to access his reality marble, but he should be a decent fighting force, up there with the top exorcists.

I'm also trying to make everyone a bit more serious. It was rather weird in cannon DxD where they would be fighting to save the end of the world, and then…boobies. There may be some fun shenanigans, but not as many boobies.

Well then, onto the comments.

leedan632- Maybe, but not right now. There are a few cannon arcs that I want to get through, and maybe when I've developed enough as a writer, that's when I can go crazy.

AzurePheonix101- Much thanks. I'm also fairly excited to write about how Shirou interacts with the world too. Plus, I'm going to flesh out his justification for saving Raynare. Eventually. I know I said that it was going to be in this chapter, but I was getting late and I really could not find a place to sneak it in.

And Excalibur. We all want to know how Shirou is going to interact with the fractured sword of dreams. Myself included.

Gojosin- Has your curiosity been satisfied?

FaraamKnight- I hope this is soon enough

Qjhaynes- In my head cannon, Asia became how she was due to her rejection by the Church and the inferiority that it instilled in her. And also, how she was vying for Issei's attention, while he was focused on…other things. So, she is going to be more confident in herself and her abilities.

LAAG GAAL- Honestly, I know like half of those characters, and only like a fourth would even make sense to be in his harem. Plus, this is Heaven's Feel Shirou. He would sacrifice the world to save Sakura, so it is going to be a while before he gets romantically involved with anyone else. Even more so if it's with more people.

Uday Sra- This…this is soon, right?

CAD270895- So many people want Sakura, though I think that more don't want her in the story. Even more chaos would ensue if I brought in other Nasuverse characters. Let's just see how this story goes.

Hikari Nova- Thank you. I might have him undergo actual magic training, but it probably would be fruitless.

Jaune Emiya- Being not bad doesn't mean that they were good, but thanks for the vote of confidence. But updates…shhhhhhh. We speak nothing of the updates.

LoverOfArtemis- As of right now, maybe. But probably.

The embodiment of Weirdness- Don't worry, if necessary, I can just pull a Zeltrech out of nowhere, and it would make canonical sense. Though it's just finding a good time and if it doesn't completely derail the story.

Soda-fiedPsycho- I mean, she's inhuman. She's the most beautiful Angel in Heaven. Therefore, she's inhumanly beautiful. I'm not going to give him full unrestricted access to his armory, but while certain noble phantasms can be compared to the Longinus, it depends on the skill of the wielder, plus his tracing always decreases the rank of his projections.

Keybladelight- Hmm. Keeping a little bit of Angra Mainyu is interesting, but I've already purged his influence from Shirou in this chapter. As for the Harem:

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Ph0enixPhant0m- Oh. This comment can start waifu wars. Just please don't do it in the comments and just dm each other. Though Gabriel is probably just going to be a mother figure.

vietthai96- I would rather write shorter, more frequent chapters, than longer ones. Though I hope this chapter has lived up to your hype, even though it's pretty much just dialogue. Though my favorite part of your comment is when you listed Serafall as a mature woman. You know, the devil that canonically wears a magical girl outfit.

MetalBatt- See above diagram for my thoughts about the harem as it can also be translated into my thoughts about Sakura. Though Shirou's Sakura is not dead. She lives through all of the Fate endings. Though there will eventually be pairings. Eventually. Down the road.

Guest-Questioner- politics, oh politics. America's favorite past time. Who knows what will happen next? One thing is for sure, I definitely don't!

No name- It's cannon. Not DxD cannon, but Bible cannon. Most things that I read up on agree that there were at least 10 million Angels. Some going as high as 100 million. As for the soul seeing ability, it also just makes sense for Angels, right? They are capable of judging who you truly are, past the façade that people wear.

vinayakdj1- I just changed it so that it could fit my story. Though Saber's wish of changing history did always seem a little unachievable to me.

prometheus7987- Thank you, though I'm sorry that this is not as soon as possible.

Look2022- Much thanks.

Randomguy0110100100110- not yet. Also, apparently the ones and zeros after your name in binary mean &.

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