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Russian Demo — Moscow — II
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—Black wings swirling and soaring to the sky. White bones.

Misaka Mikoto woke up, she was still in the plane, and just like that four hours have passed her by. There was something on her mind. Her developing powers opened up a multitude of paths forward for her. Right now she was thinking of developing some sort of parasitic current, a formula for a guided current, using the enemy's biosignature, one could possibly make even a Deadman switch and control the electrical signals and hormone production from the brain from far away even.

It was a fun thought-experiment, so she spent some time making the necessary formulas in her mind. She now needed to test drive it sometime soon.

In a way, this was a different approach to how Mental Out did things. It was a cruder and weaker way of going about mental manipulation, but it was still something permanent.

After living in the darkest pits for over two weeks, her mind was fundamentally altered to be addicted to cruelty and causing others pain. Even though she killed and killed and wanted to disappear completely yesterday, she had survived. She was accepted by someone who, for her sake, became a monster himself. Therefore, the things she did, and the things she would do would be the same as before, she will hurt people, she will kill people and laugh while doing so. Because it was what brought her joy in life.

Mikoto smiled.

It was a smile of anticipation.

It was a smile of cruelty.

She was in an airplane, a private jet heading to Western Russia for her demonstration, an event handled by the Board of Directors. This was all too sudden and for that Mikoto suspected it had to do with the happenings of the last two weeks.

The project that started this hell was closed down but the aftereffects of it were too large to be ever ignored.

Accelerator was dead.

Mugino was dead.

400 brilliant researchers were hunted down and massacred.

This was a likely tactic to remove her, Railgun, from the city for a few days.

The reason was obvious.

The higher ups did not want her to look into the Mugino case further. Someone had accounted for her skills and covertly moved the two bodies of ITEM to someplace else. Mugino Shizuri and that Takitsubou girl. And now Mikoto was being carted off to another country for seven days.

If the trail had gone cold yesterday, then it would be an absolute-zero freezing zone after a week.

Mikoto grit her teeth, they were smart, they were really smart.

This conspiracy was being deliberately put out of Mikoto's reach, but for the life of her Mikoto did not know why. That Takisubou girl had an obscure power and that was worth milking it dry of her charred body, but Mugino?

Mikoto already perfectly copied, stole and even improved upon the power of the #4. It was impressively destructive but equivalents of it were already available to be produced for any type of weapon, Carefully constructing the Meldowner into some sort of mechanical weapon was a useless endeavor when there were alternatives that could do the job just as well.

Sure a ray of energy that could melt anything was impressive enough but… there were equivalents, there was nothing to be gained from investing in that purely destructive power.

Unless…

There was something deeper.

Someone wanted to severely study the ambiguous state between a particle and a wave.

Mikoto was interested in it as well. Perhaps there was some sort of answer she, herself, could search for if she studied something that severely broke the law of reality. Perhaps there was some sort of finality that she could see at the end of the tunnel and some sort of new stage of power that was just waiting for her.

Quark—gluon plasma and the beginning of the universe.

The ambiguity between a particle and a wave and the answer within it.

Black wings and bleeding when she came into contact with them.

The new Railgun and metal bursting.

Technology manipulation and code formulation.

Bioelectricity and the 'consequence'.

There were so many things, so many exciting branches to be explored. She was just starting, wasn't she?

This was just the beginning for Misaka Mikoto.

She wasn't the girl who had been satisfied by her complacency anymore. She was the one who sought everything. She was the strongest Electromaster and she was just setting off.


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Mikoto was in the comfy leather sofa, her short miniskirt was pulled up from her sleeping, her shorts underneath were almost spilling off her toned thighs and her blouse and white shirt were above the navel, showing Mikoto's perfect midriff.

The female attendant entered the room with her usual sexy saunter. The female attendant was a woman with a sexy and tight uniform that showed her massive breasts and her business suit perfectly curved around her ass. She was someone who would be great on a private jet of a billionaire pervert. Not Mikoto.

The female attendant was bringing a tray with silver plates like those movies.

"Misaka-sama, here is our exquisite four-course meal."

The female attendant didn't even comment on the state of Mikoto's undress; however she had some pleasant eyes when she ogled Mikoto.

"Oh, alright."

Mikoto fixed her miniskirt and short underneath and put down her shirt so her stomach would not be appearing. All the while the female attendant kept her pleasant eyes on Mikoto's form. Mikoto all the while blushed, not knowing how to feel when an older sexy woman gives her attention.

There was something not said to most of the world, but Academy City's food was ten times better than anywhere else in the world. Tightly controlled foods down to the genetic level to cause massive amounts of pleasure to the palate and scientifically modified to offer the best health benefits while also removing any and all risk factors.

Mikoto sat on the dinning marble table, and was offered a warm sake, it was a clear water, sparkling and glittering. Mikoto grabbed the warm glass bowl of sake and offered it to her own pink lips. She felt the warm liquid burn and sizzled her insides as the alcohol worked wonders. She felt her cheeks and her stomach grow warm as a result, and yet she kept sipping the alcoholic drink.

Pickled plums and a crafted salad with sashimi. All produced in indoor labs and farms, prepared to the utmost care for a V.I.P. Mikoto feasted the small dish with her eyes, before digging in with a smile.

The second dish was grilled lobster, deliciously pristine fatty tuna and the best grade tofu coated with edible gold.

The third dish was the best grade beef carefully grown in laboratories served in a bowl full of mushrooms, fish eggs, golden sweet rice and more.

And finally the fourth dish was a sponge cake pudding.

The dorms of Tokiwadai offered great food. Excellent even.

However she knew of a girl with so much influence who also slept in the dorms that did not grace herself to eat there.

Her name was Shokuhou Misaki, the #5 Level 5.

She tightly controlled every single square-inch of the School Gardens. The richest part of District 7 of Academy City.

The girl spent her time in luxurious cafés, owned by her or a girl devoted to her. She spent her time in luxurious business buildings, she spent her time in the most fashionable stores of School Gardens. Because everything there was controlled by that single girl. She wasn't just the Queen of a clique. She was the Queen of an entire fiefdom called School Gardens.

The point being people with influence such as that girl did not even deign to eat in the dorms even though they served great food. Mikoto wondered if Shokuhou Misaki, the so-called Mental Out ate like this every day.

Mikoto was well-off, she was a Level 5, but this was not paid or served to her willingly.

This all came from the city-state budget drafted by the board of directors. It meant that these demonstrations brought so much benefit and money to Academy City that they didn't even blink when some luxuries only offered to multi-millionaires and billionaires were offered to a simple 14-year-old girl.

Mikoto was served cold champagne as well. All these luxurious items obviously passed the line for a 14-year-old, but this was common outside. There wasn't a single demonstration outside where she wasn't served adult drinks.

Her papa and mama were out of her life for more than seven years now. The last time she saw her mama was the year before on the Daihasei Festival and that was only a day. Her papa, she met the year she turned into a Level 5, she met him on one of these demonstrations. It was the demonstration in France when she was twelve but she spent a single afternoon with him.

"Misaka-sama, I've been tasked in helping you to get ready to meet the important and distinguished members of the Kremlin. Once you've had your bath, I can give you a massage and pedicure, as well as help you get dressed."

"I see…"

Mikoto raised her slender and tight body from the dining table and approached the female attendant with a smile on her face. The attendant was suddenly nervous, it was a shift in the mood, a shift in the air that she was not prepared for.

The female attendant knew the person in front of her was a Level 5 Esper but the specifics of it were muddled so any changes in the atmosphere were something that caused her great anxiety.

They were alone in the room that was closed, the two other living beings on this plane were the pilots. And there were three doors that completely insulated sound.

"M—Misaka-sama…?"

Mikoto's smile turned upwards, her eyes were amused and unhinged.

"Don't move, little thing."

"…"

The female attendant was completely immobile by the insanity in the air. She felt herself choke on her own saliva, the strands of muscles in her legs were completely immobile. A normal human lost to a single shift in the mood.

This was Mikoto's own deranged atmosphere controlling somebody else, just by a look.

Mikoto's dainty tiny hands, with her dainty tiny arms, with her dainty tiny shoulders approached.

Her small fingers, her small hands, her small palm touched the woman's hands.

And a static current was felt.

Parasitic…

"You're going to help me bathe, isn't that right, my little thing?"

Mikoto pirouetted and extended her arms, tapping the floors with her tiny feet while giggling as her miniskirt swayed with her movements.

"Yes, my princess."

Parasitic…

"Fantastic."

Her giggles turned into a deranged laugh as the sexy woman walked with her eyes still full of life, her actions still her own, her personality still there, but something changed.

Parasitic…

The female attendant prepared her bath.

Mikoto pirouetted again, before starting to undress herself.

Mikoto removed her summer vest and underneath were the white button up shirt. She unbuttoned the shirt with a blush as the attendant kept her professional but pleasant look. Then she removed the white shirt, revealing her Gekota Bras underneath.

Mikoto took off her shoes and her long socks, then pushed down her miniskirt, revealing her beige shorts. Then she unhooked her bra, showing her small breasts and small pink nipples, then she pushed her shorts down, revealing a tiny puffy pink pussy and a large toned and round ass.

The female attendant also undressed, revealing massive mammaries underneath, her boobs jiggled as she revealed her hourglass curvy body. She unzipped her skirt and revealed her sinful body, with large pink nipples and a mature pussy underneath, with brown pubic hair.

"I'll wash your back, my princess."

"Mhm."

Both naked women entered in the shower as hot water pounded their nude bodies. Mikoto put her arms against the wall as the attendant washed her back and slathered it with soap. Mikoto put some shampoo as the attendant spread it on her short hair. Then the attendant grabbed a sponge and thoroughly cleaned Mikoto's body.

Mikoto jumped on the giant marble bath as the attendant soon followed and entered herself. The attendant approached the princess and pressed herself against Mikoto's back.

"Do you know that your boobs can grow bigger when you massage them. They say that if someone who you love massages them; they can grow even bigger."

The attendant pressed her massive boobs on her back and kept massaging Mikoto's breasts. Mikoto handled it well, her lust had been spiking especially after this summer, she was also super-lusty after committing bad acts.

In normal situations she wouldn't be doing such things with a woman.

She was completely straight as a girl to Kuroko's utter disappointment and grief. But right now she was drunk from both the champagne and the sake and she was also very excited because she committed a sinful act of cruelty against a normal, innocent human being and that made her very impulsive.

Mikoto was in an altered state as if there was an aphrodisiac injected into her veins.

A distinction that must be made was this:

Mikoto did not save her sisters out of humanitarian causes. She saved her sisters because she loved them. She had no problems in dishing out cruelty to other people at all.

She was a monster that was born out of necessity and now that she was allowed to live by him, her cruelty would continue plaguing the world. And she did not care.

The attendant's hands traveled down to Mikoto's pussy; however the girl pushed the woman's hands away violently before it could ever reach it.

"That's enough. Don't forget your standing, little thing."

"O—Of course, I'm sorry, my princess."

There was no way, even inebriated, that Mikoto would allow a stranger, a woman she never met before today, touch her special place.

This was just an experiment over parasitic currents and bioelectricity to create a Deadman switch. And how well Mikoto could control the actions of others without them losing their life in their eyes as well as their personality. She was just testing out the new formula on an unrelated woman that was close to her. That was purely the only reason why this random sexy attendant was selected.

In a way she was mimicking Mental Out, however it was a much cruder way of going about it.

And much weaker too.

While the formula would last until the person's bio-signature was erased, Mikoto had to physically be in contact with someone to pass on the parasitic bioelectric current.

Once in that person, it would remain for the rest of their lives.

That person could continue their life as normal until the day they died. However no matter how far away Mikoto was in the globe, she could activate it and control that person as she wished. Even ordering their brains to stop all functions.

Of course mental users as well as any strong Electromaster could sense and disrupt the parasite. But normal everyday people as well as strong people who had no way of dealing with it and even weak mental users would have to deal with the parasite their whole lives from now forward, on the supreme mercy of the girl-devil known as Mikoto.

What a great formula indeed.

To reiterate, this could never ever match Mental Out but it was a cruder way of mental manipulation brought forth by Mikoto's meddling with bioelectricity.

Mental Out was the second power Mikoto ever saw that made her visibly shudder.

The first was those black wings.

After the bath, Mikoto walked over to a massage bed, there she sat with her ass upwards as the attendant put a robe on herself and walked forward with a lotion on hand. The great massage continued as Mikoto bit into a red apple.

Then after that she ate a peeled orange.

There was some exotic taste mixed in with the fruit, but Mikoto did not mind. Even if it was spoiled or poisoned it was no concern, due to the 'consequences' of her meddling with bioelectricity she found herself immune to diseases and poisons.

Mikoto put on her expensive white dress.

She would be arriving soon.

Mikoto sipped more of the cold champagne.

I wonder what kind of reception Russia will have for me.

Or.

What kind of reception would Mikoto, the little monster, would bring to Russia.


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The airplane arrived and Mikoto walked out to the warm air of summer in Moscow. She was on a landing strip and dragged her luggage from behind her.

Mikoto had turned off her passive technology manipulation before she ever arrived in Russia so she could be shown in pictures and cameras and sensors. All was a simple manipulation trick, show her when she wanted to, hide her when she wanted to.

Mikoto was in a foreign country and she had faced many hardships in the past, simple deceitfulness was needed.

She met with seven Russian security members. Tall and wearing those black and white suits. Visible guns were in their holsters.

There were at least fifteen members of the army all around her all with high-caliber rifles. Both a tactic for intimidation and protection of a V.I.P. All they were saying here was that nobody would kill her but go out of line and we have enough firepower to kill even an Esper.

A lady arrived and started speaking Japanese to Mikoto.

"No, it's okay, I can speak Russian fluently."

Mikoto perfectly responded in their language and the Russian security force was a bit surprised before schooling their expression. Mikoto was still a Tokiwadai lady and one of their main focus was multi-lingual skills.

"We shall be meeting the leaders of our esteemed administration briefly, Devushka."

"My name is Mikoto. I prefer if you use it."

They were led inside of the airport where tow fences were put into place as flashes of light reached Mikoto's form. The press was here to make their welcome noted.

Almost immediate questions started flying all over the place as Mikoto looked pretty and her form was stiff and cold with a smile that graced the gods. She waited until their frenzy was over and while the guide and the operatives would have wanted them to leave immediately to the center of Moscow, Mikoto had other ideas.

"I shall respond to any questions for ten minutes but do so in orderly fashion."

The little hands of the devil snaked their way and smoothly grabbed a well-put microphone from a reporter. That little movement was so strange and alien to the operatives, it almost gave them shivers.


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"We're coming to you live from Sheremetyevo airport. An Esper from the famous Academy City will arrive on our land to do a country-wide demonstration."

"Firstly to those who are uninformed. Academy City…"

The newscasters brought a comprehensive history of Academy City and how it was formed during the Cold War. They talked in length about the development of Esper powers. To those watching, the things that were said did not feel real.

Supernatural powers?

It was completely ridiculous.

True, over the past two to three years the girl Misaka Mikoto had gone to many demonstrations outside of her City and had shown on live camera that her powers did truly exist, however even if those records were available on the wide internet there were still a lot of doubts over it. Seeing was truly believing.

For the youth. It was a chance to crowd Moscow Stadium.

For the parents it was a chance to see if the benefits of sending their children to Academy City were real and truly what they wanted to do.

And for the people ingrained with their religion or conspiracy theories, Mikoto was just another person to bash.

"Oh, here she comes!"

The reporters rushed to an exit of the airport and from there a girl wearing a white dress had been shown.

A father, a mother and a son were watching the news from home.

The mother was an ardent Russian Orthodox follower and snorted with derision. The father was at least somewhat interested in the events. And the son was glued to the screen. All over social media the cool news from Academy City popped up from time to time, things like explaining videos, to how Academy City was formed, to explaining in layman's terms of what an Esper was. What the boy did not know is that Academy City was an expert when it came to the internet.

Of course everyone knew that Academy City had a great firewall over their connection with the internet, even stricter than China itself. There was simply no way to access it from outside. And no way for students inside of the bubble to pop it.

However autonomous artificial intelligence had already infiltrated the outside internet one year ago in preparation for something, and slowly started making disinformation campaigns praising Academy City to high-heavens. And no social media tool or even government experts knew how to detect them or their efforts. Academy City greatly benefited from this and efforts were ramping up to pollute the populations thoughts to deliver their children to the doorsteps of a honey trap called the Esper development.

The boy was instantly taken by Mikoto's beauty.

The father somewhat agreed, she was well-dressed and the makeup on her was light, with her short brown hair and Asian features to complete the set. Her face was symmetrical, and she could be a called a beauty, someone belonging on a television show but that was all.

Beauties that could move mountains did not exists. To the father, even the miss universe contests were boring.

Of course his wife wasn't at all impressed and muttered curses beneath her breath, but that was her unreasonable allegiance to her church's teachings and some internet conspiracies that she gobbled up without any research.

However when the reporters swarmed her, something had changed. It was as if she had become a marble statue. The atmosphere certainly changed.

Her features certainly became more pronounced, but it wasn't as if the family had been taken by her beauty or anything. No her change in demeanor and change in the atmosphere viciously grabbed their eyes towards the screen. The family could not understand why but they were magnetically focused on whatever those pink lips had to say.

And this all happened to those watching the coverage, be it through livestreams in social media, be it through the television.

It wasn't as if the Esper's words had changed their opinions about her. Some hated her, some were taken by her. Most were completely skeptical.

However, just by that single change in atmosphere, the population watching was gripped. No one watching had bored eyes anymore. All had their eyes glued to what the Esper was doing and what she had to say.

People might hate her outright. People might be severely skeptical of her.

However there wasn't a single soul that was bored of watching.

This was the power of a young woman who has faced extreme aversion in other countries, this was a young woman with experience in doing these demonstrations.

Mikoto violently pulled everyone to what she would do in this country.

She was the main attraction.

And she was here.


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Mikoto had arrived on Kremlin. She was led to a palace where she was introduced to a room full of old fossils.

"Ah, you are here… I welcome you to our country. I hope you enjoy your stay."

Prime Minister, Afon P. Sorokin, was the first to welcome her.

He was an adjusted adult and was smartly dressed, he appeared to have good head over his shoulders and Mikoto made small talk and was able to build a pleasant first impression of him. He seemed passionate about improving the standing of Russia on the political stage, by building alliances and urging economic development while also respecting the sovereignty of the state. From his aides, he appeared to be well-respected and well-liked by the cabinet members.

The guide that was by her side was the Minister of Foreign affairs all along.

Mikoto was surprised.

A shorthaired businesswoman with a forgettable aura. Does her job well but has no more aspirations to grab any power, appears well-connected and probably was a career woman that was put in her job by a higher up that was impressed by her work ethic and lack of aspirations. She would have a happy fulfilling life with a large salary and benefits and would retire happily and that was okay. People need to bask in the simple happiness also.

They led her and explained how the things would happen when she was here in the country. Using her powers when not in the demonstrations were strictly prohibited. She would be accompanied by the Russian Orthodox Church for protection and she would give interviews for the National Networks.

A demonstration was not solely a country's event. It was worldwide news. Foreign media was here, footage of this was being transmitted over the free internet all over the world and she would be scrutinized by so many people.

A demonstration of an Esper was literally even more watched than the Olympics. That's how famous Misaka Mikoto was. And Misaka was the only Esper that the world saw. Parents had of course their tours of Academy City and they would see the more pleasant side of the Power Development Curriculum and would see many different Espers, but the beginning piece of the puzzle was Misaka Mikoto. She was the absolute pinnacle to be achieved. The role model for children worldwide.

However the demonstrations were not just for new Esper children, they were for investors and banks and billionaires wanting to infuse Academy City with more money.

The honey trap weren't just for children.

First do business, invest a little. Then visit and be dazzled. Then wanting to move inside of the city and bring out all of your money with you.

While The U.S and China were touted as the economic and military centers of the world. Academy City was a different hidden beast.

That's where the center of development and progress was happening. That's where your money should be heading.

The honey trap that both children and businesses all are caught.

That was the City-state called Academy City.

She met both the President and the Chairman of the State Duma.

The President gave her some strange vibes. As if he was well trained to handle any situation that came his way and always found a way to survive, no matter how many people that he had to sacrifice. He was someone who was fundamentally different from Mikoto since Mikoto deeply loved her own sisters and for her love she would sacrifice even herself.

A man who was in love with his own life and power that he would sacrifice everything to maintain it.

A girl who loved her adorable sisters so much that she would sacrifice everything including her power and her life.

They were fundamentally different but cut from the same devil's cloth.

Mikoto felt nothing but disdain for Ermolai R. Stepanov. The President of Russia.

She had already covertly infected the parasite into the Minister of Foreign Affairs but wasn't able to infect the President nor the Prime Minister.

A shame.

Mikoto felt that both of these would still be alive and kicking for years to come.

The man who was the chairman for the State Duma was not someone like that. He was an old man with a caring face but he had that fake pleasing smile that Mikoto saw on some of the low-level researchers. Someone so willing to lick the boots of their overlords to gain something in return. But he had a pleasant enough personality that Mikoto just ignored the man. He was inoffensive enough and was a people's pleaser.

What Mikoto did not know is that he was previously accused of two sexual assaults. And he was eyeing the girl Esper like a piece of meat. Someone he so desperately wanted to dominate on his bed. However this old man, despite being vile, he was also a coward.

His sexual assaults were carefully planned, and he never did so with high-profile women and always assaulted them under the influence of drugs where he could muddle their thoughts and gaslight his own victims. He was a coward and a rapist.

While Mikoto with her strapless dress attracted the old fart with her slim build and white creamy shoulders and collarbone as well as a modest cleavage. The old man would not be going after her thankfully, she was too high-profile and too politically charged to be messed with. Any actions against her in foreign soil and you would get a diplomatic incident on your hands. And it would be clear which side the U.S would fall. The old Chairman's career would be instantly over, and he was too attached to the benefits of his position to want more.

The old Chairman was a bootlicker for giant enterprises and had escaped the allegations of rape and sexual assault. Even if he desired the beautiful Esper he was tempered enough to not go through with his desire.

Therefore to Mikoto he was just a passing old man that she would forget in a week. And to the old man, she was an unattainable prize that his self-preservation instincts blared at him to not touch.

If Mikoto knew what this man did the situation would be different, but this is the real world.

Most of people's evils were covered behind thick doors.

Mikoto was smart but she could not read people's minds like another Level 5 could.

She was a foot soldier that could gather information on the fly by using her manipulation of technology, a monster in the field of combat.

Mikoto was not someone that could lead large amounts of people.

That's why she offered herself to Touma's group of confidants.

He was the king, he probably had even smarter people in his corner who could accurately move the pieces on the chess board in order to understand and fool his opponents.

She was fine with killing and absolutely breaking each and every one of his enemies. The field of battle was where she shined.

The field of battle was where Mikoto lived and breathed.

Therefore Mikoto only thought this guy was just a simple passing old man.

If she had known, the Chairman of State Duma, Daniil A. Korolev would have been dead before tonight ended.

There was a woman who looked supremely disinterested in any of the happenings. She wore a red dress and had a beige coat as well as that signature Russian hat over her white hair.

She was the Chairwoman of the Federation Council, Sashura V. Makarova.

The woman did not seem older than twenty and yet she looked as if she was the most powerful person in the entire room. That's the sort of atmosphere that was gathered by Mikoto.

This woman, Mikoto eyes felt that this woman had some aspects in common with her.

The way those eyes pierce people when secretly mad, the insanity and glee.

This person was a straight up monster. The Chairwoman of the Federation Council, Sashura V. Makarova, was a monster.

However she was not the only one.

Someone here was even more of a monster than even that Chairwoman who didn't look past her twenties.

A blonde nun with bright blue eyes.

Mikoto immediately felt a slow creeping dread when her blue eyes settled on her.

Not as bad as Accelerator's or Touma's presence when both wanted to intimidate someone, not even close.

No, this felt as if Mikoto was in the presence of an equal or a slightly superior enemy.

This doesn't make any sense. She's a nun for god's sake, not some hidden ex-KGB assassin that has killed over ten thousand men like in some action flick. Or is she?

Mikoto was interested.

Why in the world did Mikoto felt as if a nun were her equal like this? Where did the danger signals even come from?

The woman was the typical curvy nun one would find in perverted magazines and comics, with a soft body and no toned muscles. Therefore the nun did not appear to have immense physical training like some soldier. And yet this feeling was strange, the nun was definitely dangerous.

Then she met someone who did not fit on this secret table on Moscow's headquarters even more than a nun did.

A supremely young boy or girl wearing red priest robes that were so intricately designed Mikoto felt that the value could buy off a mansion.

"My name is Patriarch Krans R. Tsarskiy, I am the leader of the Russian Orthodox Church. You shall be in our care for the duration of your demonstrations. And while you are touring the cities, we shall be accompanying you."

Now that she heard his voice, she confirmed his ambiguous gender. He was a boy of about ten, he was androgynous and earnest. A breath of fresh air when being in the presence of these old fossils hell bent on intimidating Mikoto.

The nun approached with him.

"My name is Vasilisa, I did not know that Espers were so cute. Hey, are all Espers as cute as you?"

"Oh, Vasilisa, please."

"N—No, don't worry about it. My name is Misaka Mikoto, I am an Esper studying in Academy City, I hope we'll get along Krans-san, Vasilisa-san."

I wonder, why does a religious sect hold so much interest in Espers?

The situation is strange.

Normally I would be accommodated in a government building or a near hotel surrounded by security.

However you say that I'll be staying with priests in some sort of empty monastery?

Mikoto had some major doubts of the reason behind this situation.

Then she met someone so vile that all of her previous thoughts were thrown out the window.

The first word to describe him would be a ghoul.

An old fossil that has lived way past his time to go.

He glared fiercely and he was despicable and creepy.

Pure hatred and the desire to kill were in his eyes.

The so-called Minister of Defense Timofey F. Stanislav.

Mikoto's impression of him were of an extremist old codger who wanted nothing more to display her head on a wall.

He had the same eyes as some religious nut terrorists she had met in France and Germany two years ago. They created a modern day witch hunt against her for having the gall to have a supernatural power and they said that she was committing a sin against God by just existing. She was the public face of Esper worldwide, she was used to the world's brand of extreme hatred and this old ghoul encompassed all of it.

This was the kind of man that ordered his fodder to hunt her down. She knew his type intimately.

Oh, how she wanted to kill this man right now.

But she had to hold in her bloodlust.

She needed to hold herself back. She could sate this bloodlust later on in the cover of darkness. After all, right now her technology manipulation that let her disappear from cameras and sensors of any kind were disabled by her, but she could just as easily put it back on and go on a perfect crime rampage here in Moscow.

She would hold her breath for now.


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Beyond the crevices — III

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The Russian Orthodoxy was the body of several Churches within the larger communion of Eastern Orthodox Christianity, whose liturgy is or was traditionally conducted in Church Slavonic language.

Church Slavonic represented a future stage of Old Church Slavonic and was the continuation of the liturgical tradition introduced by two Thessalonian brothers, Saints Cyril and Methodius.

After the Christianization of Bulgaria in 864, Saint Clement of Ohrid and Saint Naum of Preslav were of great importance to the Orthodox faith and the Old Church Slavonic liturgy in the First Bulgarian Empire. The success of the conversion of the Bulgarians facilitated the conversion of East Slavic peoples, most notably the Rus', predecessors of Belarusians, Russians, and Ukrainians.

By the early 12th century, individual Slavic languages started to emerge, and the clerical and liturgical language was modified in pronunciation, grammar, vocabulary, and orthography according to the regional lingo usage. These modified varieties or recessions like the Russian Church Slavonic. Eventually they were stabilized, and their regularized forms were used by the scribes to produce new translations of liturgical material from Alexandrian Dialect, or Latin in the case of Croatian Church Slavonic.

Most of the Spells and created Magic that modern Russian members used today came from the use of the Recessed Standard Russian variant of the Slavonic language and was used by members of Annihilatus today to carry on missions across the great landscape of Russia.

The Russian Orthodoxy was a great part of Eastern Orthodoxy however it was a very contentions member since its inception.

Many still hail it's inceptor, Vladimir the Great.

Vladimir Sviatoslavich, called the Great, was Prince of Novgorod, the Grand Prince of Kiev.

And the ruler of Kievan Rus' from 980 to 1015.

Born with an unusual strong body able to break stone with his arms and able to crack the earth with his footsteps, he was hailed as blessed with great powers since his birth. He was slated to be the next Ruler due to his grand talent he had been born with.

After the death of his father in 972, Vladimir, who was then prince of Novgorod, was forced to flee to Scandinavia in 976 after his brother had murdered his other brother Oleg of Drelinia and conquered Rus'.

His brother who murdered his siblings in cold blood was jealous of the talent Vladimir had been born with and styled himself as the next ruler.

In Sweden, with the help of his relative, the ruler of Norway, Vladimir the Great finally understood that he had been born with the body of the Son of God. That some of his blood and some of his powers were coursing through him. There Vladimir was enchanted by Christianity and vowed to bring it to his people. To tell the tales of God and his Son.

With the Ruler of Norway by his side, Vladimir the Great assembled an army consisting of many as Vikings and Shamans as Vladimir could find and marched towards Kievan Rus', he was promised the daughter of a Belarusian Prince, however Ragnhild was poisoned by the words of his brother and was promised to him instead.

Then, Vladimir the Great marched and killed the Prince of Belarus, taking his daughter by force and raping her until she was pregnant. He was his wives' parent's slayer.

His march continued until Novgorod, where he, single-handedly took over the city. Dragging one of his then-wife Ragnhild and raping her over his traitorous brother's dead corpse.

In his whole life he had five wives. Allogia. Ragnhild. Adela. Malfrida. Anna.

By 980, Vladimir had consolidated the Kievan realm from modern-day Belarus, Russia and Ukraine to the Baltic Sea and had solidified the frontiers against incursions of Bulgarians, Baltic tribes, and Eastern nomads. Originally a follower of Slavic paganism in his youth, Vladimir converted to Christianity when he fled and after reclaiming his territory, Vladimir Christianized the Kievan Rus'.

He was thus known as Saint Vladimir.

He birthed many sons and daughters however three of them were special. Two had been born Saints like he had been.

Saint Boris and Saint Gleb.

His last daughter Agatha married Edward the Exiled.

Edward the Exiled was an English Prince who was exiled from his country of England to Hungary due to the defeat by Canute the Great after the Danish conquest of England.

Canute had Edward, who was just a few months old at the time, to be sent to the Swedish court to be executed, however in secret some conspirators had sent the child to Hungary. Later in his life after dodging many assassination attempts by Canute, Edward had married Agatha and Agatha had birthed another Saint.

The fourth occurrence in the family and bloodline of Vladimir the Great.

Edward's family was later recalled to England where Edward and Agatha were murdered in but a few days.

Their daughter, Saint Margaret, had married the King of Scotland in those crucial times and escaped the wrath of William the Conqueror.

Saint Margaret later became the Queen of the Scots.

With her husband and eldest son dying in combat fifty years later.

Saint Margaret riddled with extreme heartache chose to pass away peacefully in her bed.

Margaret died of grief.


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Mikoto was led to the monastery where the Russian Orthodoxy was seated.

Patriarch Krans R. Tsarskiy and Vasilisa were there to welcome her. They were quite pleasant, but Mikoto felt they were still analyzing her. Mikoto had a history of not being well-loved by any religion. And she faced this hatred especially back in France and Germany.

She felt that it wouldn't be different here in Russia, and she definitely saw some priests looking at her with contempt, however Patriarch Krans R. Tsarskiy was pleasant enough and did not look at her with hatred in his eyes, only confusion and trying to figure her out.

Vasilisa was more concerned with looking at her Patriarch with lust in her eyes.

Mikoto wondered. This nun was stone cold with her blue eyes and blond hair. However she also dressed in the tightest nun robes ever, to make a point her nipples were poking the fabric, and those jiggling breasts meant that she wasn't wearing a bra and the crease on her bottom meant that she wasn't wearing panties either.

She's like a fusion of Kuroko and the Dorm Manager.

Both perverted and cold.

Mikoto arrived on the front of the Monastery. There were tall trees on each side of the white road with many purple, white and red flowers on each side to compliment. Then in front was a white, two story building monastery with an art piece of Christ's face in the middle.

Huh? So this really is a religious place. Tourists and pious followers come here every day to pray and see the beautiful architecture. I feel a bit bad that the monastery will be closed to visitors during my stay.

One needed to forgive Mikoto's lack of information on religion.

All her education was focused on sciences only.

She was very ignorant of fields like Theology and Religion in all things considered. Though with being shown this much and having things be serenely explained by the Patriarch made Mikoto's curiosity about the origins of all the God worship come in front of her mind. Perhaps one day she could take an elective on Theology or Jungian Psychology or something.

The inside of the monastery was sumptuous with golden chandeliers and white walls. There were depictions of various Saints and important historical figures inside. The white walls had Golden accents throughout and there was a big altar on the middle.

Mikoto met many clergymen and clergywomen inside of the Inner Sanctum, they were wearing gray robes as if their clothing had been tailored from medieval times. They were of all ages there, some were younger than eleven and some were older than eighty, and these men and women all worked there. Mikoto took a seat near the altar of the Inner Sanctum.

Vasilisa with her lewd red nun robes took to seating next to Mikoto.

"While we won't be open to the public, we still do daily services to our own. The Patriarch shall head the service, I hope you enjoy this quick look at our culture, little girl from Science."

Vasilisa's voice was smooth and enticing and her words had lewd meanings behind each and every one of them. Vasilisa sat really close to Mikoto and her white hand had grabbed Mikoto's thighs over her white dress.

"Oh my, you are such a tense little girl, don't worry I can take care of you…"

However Vasilisa never went more than just grabbing a thigh and speaking on Mikoto's ears, this was all so Mikoto could be distracted from the looks of pure loathing some of these grey robes were giving her.

And while Vasilisa was being perverted and teasing her and there was a blush on Mikoto's face, she still have Vasilisa her thanks.

The Patriarch and the red nun were all speaking fluent Japanese to welcome her. When Mikoto offered to speak Russian they had given her a smile and still continued speaking Japanese.

"Thank you, Vasilisa-san, for accommodating me so much, I don't know why but many people that come from religion loathe my existence, I've faced this a lot in France and Germany but…"

"Oh my, Oh my, Don't worry Mikoto. Many here fear what an Esper's existence is, they fear that Espers who can seemingly cause miracles are misusing their powers, they think that these powers are God's gift and shouldn't be used so blasphemously. So they fear the existence of a society who doesn't believe in the miracles of God, developing a power that shouldn't rightfully belong with humans and instead belonging to God and his miracles."

"But Academy City is developing these powers through the use of science and the scientific method of development of humans. Isn't it strange to link a science-based thing with God?"

Mikoto was skeptical and a bit confused, they hated the powers born out of humans and believed that they were belonging to God. But the reality is that those powers were born out of science. What was the difference between a smartphone and an Esper in the grand scale of things?

They were humanity's creations using science. The priests and nuns used smartphones all the time and Mikoto didn't saw anybody hating on them and they technically caused a miracle of communication, so why did they hate Espers who were also a byproduct of science?

"Only God and his followers can perform miracles, therefore Espers must be blasphemous indeed. Can you accept this explanation, Mikoto?"

"It all boils down to that they just hate what they don't understand, right? Isn't it just a problem of exposure?"

Technology was hated just like this also, science is hated just like this, however if its byproducts can be disseminated and used by regular people, then the fear disappears and the reason to hate also disappears.

"Priests say they detest science and want to get rid of science, however they don't hate using smartphones and do it every day, isn't that unreasonable?"

To Mikoto's words, Vasilisa just smiled.

A cold, unforgiving smile.

And once again Mikoto was reminded that the lewd nun, whose legs were almost touching her own with how close they were sitting, was dangerous.

This lewd red nun was her equal if not superior… That was the sensation given.

Which super-spy agency she came out of…? I am really thinking that she's an ex-KGB member that has assassinated over a thousand traitors.

Three men were in the altar. One was a child named Patriarch Krans R. Tsarskiy wearing a robe that Mikoto would not be surprised if it cost more than a mansion. Then there were two older men, one was an old fossil and had blond, almost gray hair and the other was a 30-something man with black hair and large beard.

"Who are they Vasilisa-san?"

Mikoto whispered as the ceremony started with pretty clergywomen singing and playing the instruments.

"The old one with fake blond hair and skin almost rotting off is Bishop Nikolai Tolstoy. The handsome one with a large black beard is Bishop Lazar K. Rostya. I don't recommend you spending your time alone with either of them. Both had made their hatred of your presence quite well-known. Well, they are well-behaved in public and won't even send a hateful glance your way but be careful."

The red nun hugged Mikoto pushing her braless breasts over her face as they jiggled ad foamed around her head. Mikoto with a blush on her face pushed the older blond nun off her. Even though she did similar things on the airplane it was because she was under the influence of strong alcohol. Right now she wasn't fond of overly clingy women with breasts the size of watermelons using her as their hugging pillow.

"Pity that Sasha isn't here; she was excited to see what an Esper could really do."

"Umm, Vasilisa-san, who is this Sasha person?"

"Oh my that's right, she is my subordinate, Sasha Kreutzev. She suddenly took a self-imposed mission to investigate Okinawa, she left on the night of the 18th…"

That was just yesterday. And Okinawa? Why would a Russian nun need to go to Japan of all places?

"She's right about your age, or a bit younger, she dresses like a dominatrix but that's because I ordered her too, can you imagine? Just patches of leather covering her innocent white skin. And a tight leather underwear that she shows to everyone she meets because she can't wear pants or shorts, haaah~"

"Forget the bigots you're the most dangerous person in this room for me, Vasilisa-san!"

"Oh don't worry Mikoto-chan I've prepared a cat maid suit for you, and the tail is connected to a butt-plug so if you tighten yourself it can move…"

"…Ah…"

Mikoto was more scared of Vasilisa than the Dorm manager or even Kuroko because she felt like Vasilisa could back up her threats and teases with real consequences.

The ceremony continued.

Mikoto, who was a woman of science, felt wholly out of her depth. It reinforced the curiosity of why these clergymen and clergywomen were so interested as to have someone such as her within their walls.

In other countries she has been accommodated in government buildings and hotels with security, not surrounded by priests and nuns.

Frankly, other than Vasilisa possibly being a secret agent that has defeated over 1000 men. Courtesy of Mikoto's active imagination. Mikoto was not as impressed with the others.

The inner sanctum could only hold at most 30 or so members and all of them in the chairs started singing in the ceremony, it went on for more than thirty minutes with the Patriarch Krans R. Tsarskiy reading a secret language that Mikoto did not know of. Then Bishop Nikolai Tolstoy and Bishop Lazar K. Rostya had a section to each where they took the helm of the service.

Lit candles in a dark room, as if some sort of invisible power had coursed through the room. The service continued. The chanting continued as they prayed. The singing continued in that dark inner sanctum only illuminated by the pieces of gold.

Power. Power. Invisible.

Something was touching her.

Something reminiscent but not quite like those black wings.

"Mikoto, are you alright, my dear?"

Vasilisa quickly whispered and the incident did not alert the clergymen and clergywoman here.

Vasilisa slowly took Mikoto out of the inner sanctum without disturbing the people praying here.

Vasilisa blocked Mikoto's form from view as Mikoto walked holding onto Vasilisa.

"My dear, are you alright?"

They arrived in a woman's restroom, in front of the mirrors and the sinks.

Vasilisa had hygiene paper on her hands, folded neatly and pressed against Mikoto's eyes, both were closed and both were bleeding.

"Just a bit… I'm sorry Vasilisa-san."

Mikoto spit some blood on the sink that was surging in her mouth.

Mikoto asked for permission to use her powers and Vasilisa nodded, this would be a secret between the Esper and the nun, Mikoto was not supposed to use her powers outside her demonstrations. Well, she used it out of sight of normal people, but now that Vasilisa was with her it made it all more complicated because the nun could hold this incident against her.

Mikoto sparked and made her blood boil and vaporize.

Mikoto grabbed the folded toilet paper used as an emergency napkin for her face, there were huge splotches of blood that came from her eyes. She burned the piece of paper on her hand. She did not trust a drop of her blood or a piece of her hair falling off in a distant country. Especially now when her DNA Map was used so thoroughly by Academy City.

"I hope you can keep quiet about this. I don't know why this is happening to me but I can't be indisposed in a foreign country."

"Oh my don't worry, Mikoto, we girls all have that time of the month."

"Pfft, what?"

Vasilisa was a weird being indeed. Mikoto was bleeding from her face and mouth and yet Vasilisa thought it was because of her womanly period.

But this felt somewhat symbolic, a little devil and sinner bleeding during a religious trial. If Mikoto wasn't a woman born and nurtured in science she would think God itself was out to get her.

This wasn't the first time.

She had this yesterday when she combatted those black wings of the angel of vengeance. The headless body of Accelerator being controlled by those grotesque black wings.

When she combatted that thing for control of the quark—gluon plasma, she was touched by those wings. She felt something foreign coming into contact with her own insides. Something so alien she couldn't come to understand it and it made her bleed from her eyes.

And now something resembling it, but not being equal to it, something weaker and something distilled down touched her in that inner sanctum and it kept in contact for more than thirty minutes as the ceremony continued on and on and she felt more nauseous and sick as time passed.

Thankfully, Vasilisa noted her bleeding immediately and blocked Mikoto from view for all of the men and women from there.

"We'll keep this a secret and say that you felt somewhat sick due to jetlag. A woman mustn't be embarrassed because of her natural processes like these. And some of those fat old clergymen don't need to know."

"Thanks… you've been a real friend to me ever since I've arrived, Vasilisa-san."

Vasilisa was weird.

Sometimes she was the most hostile person there and Mikoto felt that this red nun was enemy number one in the room. Sometimes she was supportive and kind to Mikoto, and sometimes she teased Mikoto as if she were her own lover.

Mikoto could not understand what Vasilisa wanted.

Patriarch Krans R. Tsarskiy was easy. Earnest and naïve, a hardworking leader of the Russian Church who was always right and would follow his moral compass and act with serenity and compassion towards everyone he met. Even at ten years old he was the ideal priest.

Vasilisa was not the ideal nun at all. She was a complete and utter wildcard. A joker who reigned in everyone with her cold atmosphere and freezing eyes. Mikoto felt that this woman could face the end of the world with a pleasant smile and no anxiety at all.

And that's why, to Mikoto's hidden instincts, the woman gently holding Mikoto as she washed herself in the sink was a powerful peer, matching Mikoto or even surpassing her.

Mikoto, for the life of her could not figure Vasilisa out.

There was a piece missing. An important variable that was out of her equation. If Mikoto grasped what it was, then the mystery would be revealed.

Why did a red nun on a Russian country felt this way to a Level 5 Esper that could destroy cities with her power?


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"Are you feeling better, Mikoto?"

"O—Oh, don't worry Krans-san. I'm just feeling a bit homesick."

Mikoto enjoyed the cold soup on the golden plate but her mind was certainly elsewhere.

"Is life on Academy City that great that you feel homesick in just a day?"

"No, it's just, I'm thinking of my family right now."

Mikoto wanted to spend more of her time with her sisters.

And just as she saved them yesterday, Mikoto had been carted off to a distant foreign country with no say in the matter.

Mikoto wanted to embrace and cuddle with her sisters, she wanted to play arcade games, go on movies and shopping sprees, she wanted to enjoy her time with her sisters now that they were saved. She wanted to be there nursing them back to health. But time waits for no one.

Krans felt a bit bad for asking but he was as curious as any child and the three people dining here continued their discussion, with it being more skewed towards asking what Academy City was and what it stood for.

Krans and Vasilisa were very interested to the point of being creepy.

Again, why are religious people so obsessed with that city, I don't know.

But Mikoto was an entertainer, a crowd pleaser for a whole country for the next week. She flexed her propaganda muscles and started on her whole spiel as Vasilisa and Krans heard her for the rest of dinner.

After that Krans showed the room where she would be staying, just a bit further was his own room adjacent to hers. Her room was large and had windows to the inner courtyard itself. She viewed no single building that could give an ample view of the inner courtyard, so these rooms were safe.

"There had been a lot of assassination attempts on my life, so I learned to be careful, even when choosing rooms."

Patriarch Krans R. Tsarskiy said so serenely. Mikoto felt bad for the kid. Not even ten years old and living a life this harsh. If Academy City reflected the state of security in the world thirty years from now and people there still died like poisoned rats in the back alleys of that city, then what did it say for the rest of the world?

Mikoto entered the large room with an artful bed belonging to two centuries back with the luxurious sheets and wooden frame emblazoned with actual gold. The furniture here and artwork was impressive. The frame covered the bed with a wooden roof and looking up Mikoto could see the artwork of Jesus Christ looking down on the bed, with naked angel boys surrounding him.

As expected of a monastery. Wait do you mean I have to sleep with a prophet guy that died 2,000 years ago looking down on me. And why the naked angel boys?

Mikoto frowned upon the artist obsession with depicting the angels genitals. Well, Mikoto would soon forget the artwork and it would soon become part of the backdrop.

Mikoto would be here for the next four days. Touring western Russia. Then day five and six would be in Elizalina Alliance of Independent Nations, then the last day the Institute of Russia.

She unloaded her whole luggage and entered the bathroom with her amenities. She took a long bath and put on her Gekota panties.

Mikoto returned to her room and then she heard noises of sex coming from the other room.

"Here, your tiny little penis is so excited young master. I can't wait to suck on it~."

"V—Vasilisa!"

Mikoto overheard the sounds coming from the next room, It was the Patriarch and the red nun.

I—I—I—I did not know their relationship was like this. Okay, Okay. Okay. Okay.

Mikoto took a long time to reboot. But still with a red face she heard the sounds and the movements that were happening and for the next thirty minutes it continued until both the inhabitants of the other room started sleeping.

It wasn't even 7:00 P.M, how early did these religious people sleep?

Mikoto's brain was absolutely fried. Vasilisa was a dangerous individual indeed, she was preying on a ten-year-old kid. And didn't clergymen and clergywomen in the Church swear to celibacy or something? Or was it only on the Catholic church side of things?

Mikoto was not knowledgeable and did not want to know. Frankly, she wanted to burn this memory from her mind.

At least there was a big OLED Television in her room. Mikoto took her time to analyze such ancient technology before turning it on and watching the night news of Russia.


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Bishop Lazar K. Rostya arrived on the red building on the other side of the monastery. As he walked, he was accompanied by one, two, ten, twenty different magicians.

"We have made an alliance with The Minister of Defense, Timofey F. Stanislav, we need to get rid of any Esper influence on our country. We cannot let Misaka Mikoto live after tomorrow."

"We are in accordance with your wishes comrade Lazar. Annihilatus has suffered under the influence of that brat Krans."

One of the magicians, a woman with blue hair responded.

The magicians he had gathered all felt disgruntled under the new Patriarch and it was true, Patriarch Krans R. Tsarskiy had no claim to the title that was given to him. The previous Patriarch did his job with splendor and was able to take hold of the Russian Government in full, however he nominated his child instead of going through due process.

And thus we had the situation today. A ten-year-old brat at the helm of a religion and more than 200 million followers. A brat who was losing political power that his own father had amassed.

The rightful seat of patriarch should have been his, Bishop Lazar K. Rostya's claim to be. He was the most powerful and influential Bishop.

And he was the one, in coordination with Minister of Defense Timofey F. Stanislav, that has pushed forward with the demonstration plan.

They were the ones that had lured an Esper out of Academy City's walls to see what the so-called Espers were capable of. Their plan was also to kill her in Russian territory. Preferably inside of the Monastery to show how bad Krans leadership was.

The blue-haired woman smiled. "Vasilisa is the primary security around that blyat. She's the leader of Annihilatus but we don't recognize that woman as our leader. She needs to go, however she's powerful and not easily dealt with."

The magicians here were all from Annihilatus and were disgruntled with their leadership. Vasilisa was young and powerful, almost unbeatable. And many here envied her peerless nature as well as her cold outlook on life. That woman was trigger-happy, using their order and organization to kill kill, destroy destroy. Many here felt that their organization and their powers could be used better than just being used as an assassination squad for whatever that terrible woman wanted.

"A child at the helm, naïve and powerless. A woman who controls the Russian Orthodoxy from the shadows and kills every Russian she disagrees with. And now a heretic has arrived on our land and both welcome her with open arms. How the Church has fallen. We shall enact our plan tomorrow; we'll act in conjunction with the secret agencies and bring in armed soldiers inside. I shall deal with Vasilisa, you wait for the attack by the Minister of Defense and strike where its most opportune. We must get rid of that filthy Esper heretic and the Patriarch who doesn't deserve his seat."

The blue-haired woman called Erica nodded to his words.

Bishop Lazar K. Rostya had another plan, a plan that would shake the foundations of the Russian Orthodoxy forever.

I found the stone tablet. Soon, I shall be blessed with the powers of Saint Vladimir. Soon we shall go back to the roots of what made our society great instead of being deathly afraid of other countries, Russia will be closed off and focused entirely on itself, no more Russians shall feel the loss of their importance. We shall be a closed off paradise. A utopia just for us and nobody else. The world can go blow itself over because of their conflicts but Russia will survive and thrive.

A country made by Russians for Russians only.

And that's why, that's why you must die you horrible woman.

Vasilisa was a woman who ordered the death of countless Russians underserving of such punishment. Everything that went slightly against her views was killed on the spot and the naïve ten-year-old Patriarch could not see what was happening under his own nose. She was the one in control of Annihilatus and she was in control of the Russian Orthodox Church from the shadows.

Patriarch Krans R. Tsarskiy needed to go by principle, the seat was never meant for the boy. A ten-year-old heading the sect was blasphemous and he was only a puppet being carefully guided by Vasilisa.

Vasilisa was a horrible woman indeed, making them have no choice but to kill a child.

Bishop Lazar K. Rostya was followed by her subordinates who also hated her.

He would usher in a new age for all using the power of Saint Vladimir.


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The Minister of Defense, Timofey F. Stanislav was rumored to have the code for nuclear launch of Russian missiles.

He looked like a ghoul.

Completely rotting skin. But still living and kicking.

While the President in name had the title of Commander-in-Chief. The real commander of the military, underground groups and intelligence agencies of Russia was Timofey F. Stanislav. He was the man who could launch nukes without the authorization of the Government itself.

He loved Vodka and drank it all night long. Some say that he was a legendary angry drunkard.

"You're back from work."

"Don't talk to me now."

His wife welcomed him but he passed her by as if in a rush, knocking her out of the way. His youngest son looked at him from the end of the hall with a frown at the treatment of his mother.

"What the hell are you doing up this late in the evening, get out of here brat."

The ghoul passed the kid by, knocking him to the ground. A legendary angry drunkard, however even when sober Timofey F. Stanislav was insanely angry all of the time. It was a clinical disease he has been born with. One that was appreciated by the armed forces because it painted him as the image of a strong man.

It was not as if he had the intentions of abusing his family. But he did so repeatedly in his younger years backhanding his wives, kicking his sons and daughters. Now in his twilight years the ways he found to manage his anger was walking fast and literally distancing himself from his family. Get out of the way, don't ever speak to him. Don't ever think about talking or even looking at him.

The things that happened in the household were tamer now. Knocking people out of the way as he walked past them, letting them fall on their rear and look at him with frowned eyes. This was the best outcome for a man such as him.

Good, the scene I played out I that meeting was as if I hated the presence of that little Esper. Now they won't know that it was me colluding with Bishop Lazar from the Church.

Now we can move with the plan.

He arrived on his study on the last floor of the home. The family all moved downstairs and here were just his bedroom and his study and library. All blocked by sound so the lower floors couldn't hear it. As well as locked behind a metal door with three bolt-in locks with old-style keys. Almost as if he had a locked apartment in his own mansion.

The locked apartment had a corridor with three doors, a bathroom, his bedroom, his study joined with his library. And his study was the most protected of all. State of the art electronic locks.

Those brats thought just because he was old-fashioned and conservative that he did not know how to use these pieces of technology. Everything about homeland security and exterior threats he had knowledge about. He was the man who survived and thrived in the age of comrade Stalin, he was one of the biggest actors in the Cold War and he was now in compete and full control of every weapon and military soldier in Russia. He had connections with militias and underground groups and the leaders of the intelligence agencies answered to him.

He entered his study and there was something special. Rows of hard leather books and expensive wooden desk with no windows was par to course. But there was a clear distinction here. On the walls and on the roof where depictions of angels and Jesus Christ. There was a small church miniature with an altar emblazoned with gold. Crosses made of jewels and gold were there. Saints historic to Russia were prominently displayed in paintings scattered around.

Timofey F. Stanislav was a man who was supremely devoted to his religion. And he was devoted to the Russian Orthodox Church.

That was why he couldn't forgive what it has become of late. A child, a blasted child at the helm.

That was the one and only regretful decision that the old strong Patriarch did before dying a peaceful death. Giving the control of the seat to his son and ignoring due process.

And that's why he was colluding with Bishop Lazar K. Rostya to bring an end to the underserving rule of Patriarch Krans R. Tsarskiy.

"You and one-hundred and fifty soldiers will infiltrate Danilov's Monastery tomorrow night with the help of Bishop Lazar and the priests and nuns under him. You shall gun down both the Patriarch, that filthy nun and then hunt down that little Esper."

A heretic using the powers rightfully belonging to God should not exist.

Timofey F. Stanislav killed those he disagreed with, and he disagreed with Academy City and its heresy on a fundamental level.

This was all a plan to cause irreparable diplomatic damage.

And with so many prideful people on top of the Government a war might break out. And Timofey F. Stanislav would be ready to send his massive army and the weapons of destruction to blow up Academy City, and Japan with it if needed.

Japan was also guilty of letting such a heretic state grow on its land like a cancer.

"Bishop Lazar says he's sending twenty of his men and women to help, but they are damn priest and nuns, what can they do, throw the bible at them?!"

Timofey F. Stanislav screamed in fury. His temper was getting to him. He already had three surgeries for losing his voice in the past few years or so. His age was really getting to him, but his anger had not calm down in his twilight years.

Timofey F. Stanislav ridiculed the Bishop. Don't get it wrong, he was grateful that Bishop Lazar K. Rostya had given them the opportunity to smuggle soldiers into the inner sanctum tomorrow night but sending clergymen and women to a gunfight seemed a bit delusional to him.

"Understood, we shall carry out your orders discreetly and smoothly."

"Make sure you plant some evidence that it was Elizalina Alliance of Independent Nations, it won't fool anyone, but it will be a reason for us to clean-wipe them when war starts." Timofey explained.

"Understood, my comrade."

The line closed on the other side. The call with the Main intelligence Directorate, The Federal Protective Service and the Federal Security Service had been made.

He had already stationed snipers in the vicinity of the monastery, but they could not get a view of the Esper's room. Tomorrow his best sniper would be stationed in the Moscow Stadium. This was just so they could understand what the girl would be capable of and if she would be weak to assassination attempts. It was all intuitive work but it would be worth it in the end.

Timofey F. Stanislav did not understand that his war would not happen.

The real war would only come two months after his death and would be engineered by another element entirely.


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"We spoke with Misaka Mikoto, an Esper hailing from the far east country of Japan. It's titular city-state Academy City has been met with much praise and controversy… Tonight we interviewed one of those enigmatic Espers as she prepares to unveil her powers in a Country-wide demonstration here in Russia, starting tomorrow in Moscow Stadium…"

The reporter continued with his partner also chiming in. Soon the footage from National Television showed a beautiful set with two leather chairs. In the front and black rows of reporters. All the while being narrated by one of the best commentators in the industry. All poking small skeptical jabs at a so-called Esper.

Then the girl Esper arrived, all while presenting herself as a polite and well-mannered girl. Most of the viewers who were skeptical and hateful were suddenly reminded that she was just a teenager and tempered their expectations.

"While she was well-mannered and answered most of our questions, the main one, is Esper powers a real thing, was left unanswered by her. While she spoke on great lengths about the so-called Power Development, no such power was noted or displayed on the full 60 minutes interview."

The interview continued while the reporter heavily commented over the footage, while also bringing bits and pieces of the rushed interview from the Airport. The interview was pretty harsh on the brown-haired girl. Simply asking her tough and sometimes invasive questions all the while interrupting Mikoto when she tried responding. But she kept it all going without interrupting the interviewer.

"… Could it be that Academy City's so-touted Power development nothing more than a delusion? Misaka Mikoto appeared to be well-spoken about such things and has said that she will demonstrate her powers in the appropriate times. Could this Esper power be so terrible that it has to be more restricted than a firearm?"

To this Mikoto who was watching the T.V later in her room felt a bit irritated. They obviously were rearing to cast her on a bad light from the start. But she could not use her powers outside of demonstrations, especially without manipulating surveillance first. It appeared that she would need to show the Russians tomorrow what an Esper really was.

Actions spoke louder than words.

The footage continued while commentators and Experts came on the show to give their honest or dishonest opinion. She saw a variety of comments, ranging from outright hating her to healthy skepticism to even some scientist coming to defend her. Though everything was skewed to temper the viewer expectation and lower their opinion of the girl as some sort of delusional and mind-addled freak. Touting Academy City as a place that taught children to be delusional as to believe they had powers and that sending children there would have a similar brainwashing effect.

But this was normal. Academy City was a closed-off state even tighter than China. No single piece of technology was leaked. No footage of the City, its powers in finance and weapons, its power in the fields of medicine and computer sciences were ever given to the outside world. From pharmaceuticals to food production, most of the technologies stayed in Academy City.

Most of the happenings in Academy City stayed in Academy City.

So Mikoto could not undersell nor criticize the belief that Academy City was a state-wide cult of brainwashed children.

Mikoto was affected by Academy City's darkness and had suffered as a result. Conspiracy theories did not hold a candle to the real thing.

Unfortunately, Academy City was real and was not a presence that should be taken lightly on the global stage.

It was a mouse trap for both children and great investors worldwide and it trapped them on its walls, offering a paradise-like Techno-State with every single need on the Maslow's hierarchy of needs. Food was better there than anywhere else. Water was plenty and tasty. The dorms offered warmth and rest to any student or arrival. The security and safety were the weakest areas but most of the students would go on their lives without facing a single incident. Intimate relationships and friends were a given that they lived and breathed in a city of their peers, lived in dorms cohabited by members of the same sex or sometimes even of the opposite sex.

Finding friends and lovers was easy when it was even encouraged by some sociological studies by researchers.

There were prestige and feelings of accomplishment in the Esper program and this is where sometimes Academy City failed its students because there were the Level 0s who felt misrepresented and forgotten. Her friend Saten was one of them. However when it came to the adults, there was no place else in the world that offered more prestige and accomplishment as Academy City did. There, adults of every field could come and work their hardest on any area, without having worries such as ethics, morality or funding.

Research. Research. Research to your hearts content.

And hope that you never have a disenfranchised Level 5 knocking on your door late at night.

Then self-actualization, few humans ever felt like they achieved their full potential, it was rare indeed. But if you ever wanted to reach that stage. Academy City was your best bet.

Just like studying in a University in an isolated country in parts of Africa was different than studying in the best Universities in Europe.

Living your life in Academy City was different than living any place else in the world.

Even if things appeared the same on the surface, there was a fundamental difference in quality of life from every single angle.

And that's why, no matter how much Mikoto hated Academy City, it was still her one and only home, and that was true for most residents.

And that was why, even the most radical Skill-Out groups never wanted to leave. Even the darkest Esper groups underneath the surface never wanted to leave.

Academy City was a carnivorous plant that attracted everyone with the best most sweet substance in the world, and once inside its walls…

The population.

Be it researchers, be it millionaires and billionaire investors, be it teachers of many different fields, be it students of any walks of life.

All were prey who wanted to stay until the end where they would be devoured by its jaws.

It was ironic that Mikoto, of all people, was an integral part of the reason why the prey was attracted in the first place.

She did her job, and she did her job so well, she was the only face they were willing to show because she was the premium cut of meat to be displayed.

She was the honey to the honey-trap.

The sports car of the next generation for the world to salivate over.

At this point they couldn't use anyone other than her.

They treated her like a billionaire in these travels offering up any expenses needed for her comfort for a single reason.

She brought incredible results.

In the past three years she attracted 4 major banks that worked in many different countries.

She attracted 19 foreign billionaires.

She attracted children of powerful politicians and rich people. She attracted over 2.6 million new children of the ages 0 to 9.

And she was the main factor for countries to forge programs of sending their orphans to Academy City.

Mikoto, herself, increased the population of Academy City, from 2.3 million to 4.9 million.

All in the span of three years.

In five to ten years, Academy City population would double from 4.9 million. Both small children being brainwashed by its culture and researchers progressing for progress's sake.

And Mikoto was slated to continue this work even after University, and at that point, how many prey would she attract to the jaws of that paradisaical city? To that foolish city? To that utopian city? To that dystopian city?

The majority of new Child Errors arriving in Academy City was because of her.

It was her damn fault.

Dammit. Dammit all to hell.

Mikoto-chan did her job so well…

Didn't she?


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Review Corner
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Juan Sebastian Borrero
Thank you for taking your time to write your review. And yes, since there is only two protagonists for the series, Touma and Mikoto, instead of Touma, Accelerator and Hamazura there will be a lot of times where Mikoto and Touma are doing their own thing separated from each other.

Touma will continue to be godlike for the better part of OT, however as he enters NT he will find himself out of his depth. There will be a lot of gore, I'm not joking on this point, there will be so much gore my readers will get tired of it, however world building is more important to me. There will be mind break here but not the sexual kind, the psychological horror kind. There will be heaps of depression coming in hot after OT13. There will be body horror, there will be severe body horror next arc in fact, be ready for it. Genocide will come soon enough.

Oh, you're going to love Last Order's arc then.

The only thing I can't promise you is good grammar, I try, and I pass my text through some spell checks, but since I'm writing so fast, I don't have much time to proof-read it.

YoLO1992

This fic is a culmination of ideas I had. So Touma being OOC and being godlike was added because I wanted to mash together my ideas. Misaki will be introduced after Angel Fall. And the dreaded question of will Touma give up his harem for Mikoto and Misaki, that question is brutal. If you ask him right now? The answer would be yes, he'd give up his harem for those two. If you ask him by the end of my A.U OT the answer would be no. Or more precisely, he would give up his harem for another girl other than Mikoto and Misaki. And that's why this is a harsh question for me and that's why this relationship is so complex.

CodeTalker69

Don't worry about the named A.U characters that much, you only need to know two of them by the end of this A.U Arc since they are going to be prevalent much later on.

Unfortunately, the gore was relegated to the last two chapters of this Arc since they are the climax. I've sliced this arc into chunks of 10k+ word chapters so I could release them faster, I've been focused on more of the worldbuilding aspect. Don't forget my story will be incredibly large and dense.

You guys are so not ready for Angel Fall that I've thought of. Jinsaku? Gabriel? If you think those will be the biggest threats, then you are not prepared. As I've said that arc will truly earn the horror tag I've put up.

GlassyHades
No worries, I hope you enjoy.

Aminadab Brulle
I can definitely see Seria doing that. I hope you liked the yuri moment in the flight.

Honestly, Mikoto and Kuroko's relationship will be strained a lot during OT in this fic, until a completely nuclear fallout in their relationship in the middle of OT. I don't know if they can recover after that, perhaps during GT?

I hope you're not cringing too hard with my A.U Russia, there is definitely more than meets the eye for some of the government heads I've introduced. I love your assumptions here. But I won't reveal who the long term antagonists are just yet. I hope you'll find the epilogue of this arc surprising with the two massive reveals I have in store.

As for the early character introduction, its not Salome, its someone even worse and someone that Touma cannot control, but don't worry, she'll be harmless. Ha Ha Ha Ha.

It will be obvious in hindsight when I introduce her early, don't worry for now, just worry about Touma's health.

AcausalTrilby
This fandom is blessed with so many good stories, I'm glad that you found my story to be gripping like the others. And I hope you continue to read my story.

Guest
Touma is going on economics class on a plane. Poor Touma, even as invincible as he is, his bad luck doesn't like him very much. Mikoto is just blessed by luxury and good things.

TM
How are you so good at discovering future plot points? Dude I'm scared. \(〇_o)/


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Author's notes
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Mikoto-chan has arrived in Russia and has been introduced to the heads of the A.U government. She is being taken care of by Vasilisa and Krans in her stay. If you did not know they are two canon characters that make their brief appearances in the anime. Vasilisa is the head of Annihilatus, a similar group to Necessarius, only this time it is a Russian organization inside the Russian Church. Right now I'm building a strong bond of friendship between Vasilisa and Mikoto even though both are completely insane.

This was another set-up chapter. This arc in Moscow will have five chapters in total, three set-up chapters—this is the second—and two climax chapters. The gore will be on the last two chapters.

There has been a tiny sliver of a buildup to Touma's side of the arc this episode. If you remember, this arc occurred in Kanagawa Prefecture, but this time it will be in Okinawa, for three distinct reasons:

— It is an island.
— Humid climate with many storms.
— U.S Bases.

Perfect list of ingredients for a horror story.

There was one word. Just one word in the beginning parts of the chapter, hinting at a horror element in the Shopping Mall arc for Mikoto.

For those who already read Shopping Mall, can you guess what will happen next with Mikoto?

Remember, it was an important plot point in the canon Russia arc.

I hope you discover what it is and pale in fear for Mikoto.


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