"Hey there Ddraig, long time no see." A dark-skinned woman in crimson armor appeared in front of the red dragon in Issei's mental scape much to the dragon's confusion. Sighing, the woman ruffled her black hair cut into a bob before uttering her next words. "Right... Different timeline, different past, different Ddraig." Showing Ddraig a large smile she began her introduction. "Well I guess this is the first time we are meeting, I would have hoped that you had memories like Issei, but that does not seem to be the case." She chuckled to herself. "It's probably for the best if you don't remember me. The name of my current appearance is Cleopatra. But I also go by the names Michela, Lucifer, and you probably know this one Saint Michael the first king of the devils and the first Boosted Gear user... Oh, it probably doesn't matter much anymore but I am Issei, or at least what came before?" She did a self-inquiry not expecting an answer from the western dragon. "Like I said it doesn't matter anymore, but if anything I would like you to call me Michela. That's the name I am used to being called while being female." The woman said posing with six black wings now unfurled and on full display.
This was a lot of information all at once and Ddraig, just from the names she had thrown out there were implications to the history of this world that he wasn't ready to fully unpack yet. Looking at the happy-go-lucky attitude told a different story from what Issei had set up, retailing the memories of the Issei of this world.
[I have questions.]
Michela took features that telegraphed her curiosity, though the smile on her face never once left. "Go ahead and ask, I will try to answer to the best of my ability." She said plainly.
[First, are you really the archangel Michael? I mean what or who exactly are you?]
A bit of annoyance showed itself as the angel placed her hands on her hips leaning in disbelief. "Are you serious Ddraig?" The dragon let out a huff in affirmation. "I thought that you would at least know that much, I guess the world depicted in your Issei's memories weren't him misremembering. I have to keep this short because we don't have much time. There are five seraphim in this world, my siblings and I, and Leviathan. Our names, especially mine, Raphael, and Samael are taboo among the supernatural. At least they were." Michela paused as her armor switched to an elegant white gown in the middle of her sitting down in front of the dragon, the way Issei usually does, which Ddraig took note of. "If anyone were to use them they would be considered an enemy of heaven, so rest assured Ddraig I am who I say I am. Plain old Michela that's me."
[You said that you also went by the names Cleopatra and Lucifer. If that is true then that mea-]
"Listen Ddraig, I am not going to go through my history, but yes although there are some differences from your history they are what I became. The infamous queen of Egypt and the angel that betrayed my father, but in my defense, I did that last one to save Sam. To think that she would fall in love with a human, not that I blame her." The angel began. "Any way to make a long story short, the four archangels walked the earth delivering the word of our father and guided humanity when needed, and all that." She let out a small giggle looking at the dragon. "Those were interesting times being human for several lifespans, really does put some perspective on things, is it why I did that of Sam I wonder. And to think that hasn't changed with Issei, still making the same mistakes." She looked down as she finished with a subtle frown on her face. "Anything else?"
[You said that you were the Issei of this world, what changed? And why doesn't Issei remember?]
Michela cocked her head placing her index finger under her chin in thought, a red and gold bracelet catching the light of the flames that surrounded them. "I don't know." She began. "If I had to guess, the power of the other sacred gear has something to do with it." Removing her finger and pointing at herself. "Like Raphael and Sam, I should be sealed in the depth of a soul, that soul taking after my persona. But since the two souls merged My sense of self and my memory returned to me, though it's not clear why the two of us are separate entities. Like with the other one I should be sealed in your Issei's soul." With that said She got up dusting herself off. "Ddraig, I have a request to ask in return."
[What is it?]
"Permission."
[Permission for what?]
A halo of smoke appeared hovering on top of her head, a manic grin visible. "Let me deal with that goddess in Issei's place, that brat has grown to take after Loki. And I want to straighten her out before she does real damage."
(...)
[Balance Breaker!]
In a split second Issei was covered in the Boosted Gear's signature full scale-mail, the gems of the armor radiating a rainbow of light, and a pair of white angel wings. "You have some nerve to mess with humans, foolish Goddess." The voice continued.
The Goddess laughed, pointing a finger at Issei. "Human? Me and that boy's parents have been friends for long before this world was created. If you can't tell the difference between a half celestial like myself and a human then I feel sorry for you Welsh dragon." She then looked down with sadness clear on her face. "What's wrong with greeting someone who is like family, especially when we both clearly mourn his father's death."
"I know you liked my father... But when did you become such a brat, Gersemi." Issei's body became more feminine, the Boosted Gear's armor changed in shape and the helmet became a circlet. "Really need to talk to Levy about that."
"No..." Gersemi started. "No you can't be real, you're supposed to be dead, Leviathan killed you. What bullshit is this." Gersemi was trying to make sense of the situation. She knew that death for being like Gods and angels meant they were gone forever, unlike the mortal races. So a ghost of the past that was the archangel Michael standing in front of her was an impossibility.
The angel closes the distance leaning into the teenage-looking Goddess's personal space to be eye to eye with her. "Why can't it be me, aren't you happy to see your beloved Michael again? I sure am glad I get to see you." Michela said with a soothing tone, but with a bit of mirth on the surface. "Now what are you doing here Gersemi?" Her tone became serious, her disappointment showing for both her target and spectator.
Mei was lost in the current events, her eyes were focused on the dark-skinned woman in the bubble of if she heard right the Goddess who looked like a middle schooler, and said Goddess who seemed to be in control of the situation was now on the back foot. "What is going on?" She verbally asked herself, only to be met with the woman who called herself Michael suddenly appearing next to her and speaking.
Mei jumped much to Michela's amusement, the woman was armorless in the clothes that Issei was wearing. "In a few words... A ghost of an angel and a god having a friendly conversation." She said, only to have a look of sympathy cross her face when they made eye contact. Deciding to explain a bit more she continued. "I am borrowing your boyfriend's body for a bit... Don't worry this is temporary. I just want to have words with the girl that muscled in on your date." Michela stopped talking when she noticed that Mei was no longer paying attention to her.
The teen had covered her bright pink face with her hands. She had stopped listening to the word boyfriend, but one thing bothered her. "Wait, borrow then what?" She asked, pointing at the dark-skinned woman in baggy clothes, and clearly feminine features. Not to mention the three pairs of wings on her back.
"An illusion..."
"An illusion?"
Michela took a cheerful tone as the two looked at the other Michela balance breaker and all, smiling at what appeared to be an ice sculpture of the God. "Yep, welcome to the world Issei inherited." Snapping her fingers Michela encased the surrounding store in a layer of ice. "The dominion of the Empress of winter." She paused with a sickening grin. She then put a hand on the teen's shoulder. "Don't worry you will get your chance to explore later but... I'm afraid I can not protect you and fight at the same time, it appears the human body heavily limits Issei here."
"What doe-" Before Mei could start her being was completely gone from the world of ice.
"Now then... Let's teach that girl a lesson."
[Now then... Let's teach that girl a lesson.]
"Now then... Let's teach that girl a lesson." She said as her other self mirrored her speech, stretching her form shattered as the Boosted Gear clad version completed the action. Michela watched as the ice sculpture shattered revealing a red-faced angry Goddess underneath. "Thank you, for waiting that is." Michela said looking where her double and Mei just were. "That girl means a lot, she is my successor's future after all."
"I owe Michael, and if you know that face, that voice, even the way she acted. Then you are someone who is deserving of my respect, Issei Hyoudou." Gersemi said, unsheathing a sword at her hip.
"I don't know what's sadder, you believe that you can take me on, or the fact that some sixteen-year-old from this island nation can meek the presence of an archangel so perfectly." Michela outstretched her left arm so that her palm was facing downwards at an angle so the green gem on the back of her gloved hand was fully exposed to the Goddess. "I was so hoping that we would make up for lost time, I really did miss you. But this whole reunion has been quite disappointing, don't you think?"
"What are you even ta-" Before she could finish however the Boosted Gear's gem starts leaking a glowing gold liquid. Gersemi's eyes grew wide as the armor spoke.
[Phoenix Tears!]
Before she could react a blast of black flame exploded out from the gem. The entire building was reduced to nothing but a crater in merrier seconds. Floating several hundreds of meters from the ground, whistling at her handing work with a smile. "Well, well, well." She said as a sheet of ice blocked a sword that was aimed at her head. Turning around she came face to face with the assailant. Her eyes lit up when she saw who it was, a familiar face to both her and Issei. A flash of silver hair entered her vision as pale blue eyes stared back at her. "Why I wonder, would the bodyguard of Odin be doing in a sleepy city like this, nice to see you again Rossweisse." Michela spoke with a twisted grin on her face.
The person called Rossweisse twitched at Michela's words as the angel drew near. The new person was a beautiful young lady in the same armor as Gersemi, she had a claymore, a steel blade and about 138 cm in length, about 13 cm wide, and in the middle of the blade was a line of gold ending at a point, near the end of the blade. An inscription in the gold read, "kongen av dyret slayer av alle". The hilt was wrapped in leather and had the handle of a dragon's head on one side and a winged wolf on the other, in her right hand. She also had a surprised Gersemi slung over her left shoulder.
Michela frowned as her eyes traveled up from the sword, up her arm, and to Rossweisse's pale face. The hand that held the blade was pitch black with equally void-colored veins visible beneath the skin traveling across the surface of her exposed skin. Michela closing the distance took the newcomer's chin cupping it in her hands, and with a worried look, she gently spoke to the Valkyrie, Michela's body slowly shifting back into Issei. "To think you would ruin such a beautiful face with God's will like that." A layered voice came out of the figure of Issei.
Now with a face fully flushed Rossweisse stammered, letting go of Gersemi who began to float beside her she retreated from the form of Issei, slapping Issei's hands away in the process. However before she could recover her chest plate was undone and her top was removed, with a yelp she felt herself being put into an embrace from behind. She felt the hands of the person travel from her stomach up her naked torso and come to rest on her chest, ending with the person groping her breast. Resting her chin on Rossweisse the image of Michela smiled when the Valkyrie dropped her sword causing the black veins to fade slightly. "There we go, I apologize, but I prefer the face of a blushing maiden on you much more than a dying warrior."