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THE NEXT DAY
I did not sleep well last night; I could tell from the way my body felt rusty and my eyelids feeling like they were glued to my eyeballs. All in all, definitely not a very pleasant feeling. I felt emotionally how I felt physically, that being shit. The little epiphany last night about being alone had hit me much harder than comfortable.
I missed my family, my Mom, my Dad, and my Brothers. I missed waking up and knowing that there were people out there in the world who care for me and will stick with me through thick and thin. Hell, I missed my friends only slightly less than my family, they were the ones who I could turn to outside of my family and were easily some of the brighter parts of my life.
I lacked all of that here though. I may have awesome magical powers and the amazing ability to create holy weaponry, but I lacked connections, anchor points, grounding. I lacked real reason for existing. I didn't have so much as a photo of anybody that I knew, and I am deathly afraid of eventually forgetting their faces.
The words came to me from a distant memory, a fond one at that. My dad used to sing to me every morning when I was younger as he came in to wake me up. It was a short little tune, but it was something I had always associated with family.
I take a deep breath and try to hold myself together as I remember the words. I can feel my heart clenching in my chest. I really miss all of them, even the pain in my ass that were my brothers. I take another deep breath and force the words out of my throat.
"Good morning, G-Good morning."
The words left my mouth all jumbled at first, and even if they were spoken clearly, they wouldn't be much louder than a mumble. I stopped myself after the first line and repeated it until it was something in line with the tune I remember.
"Good morning, Good morning"
"You slept the whole night through."
Tears slid down my face. I can't hold myself together any longer. My sobbing halts anything but itself from leaving my mouth. Why does everything have to hurt so much? I curl up on my bed and continue to cry, there isn't much else that I can do with the state I am in. It is only about 15 minutes later that I manage to pull myself together enough to try and finish the little melody. It might be a better idea to just stop before I make myself feel worse, but I want to hang onto this one piece of family.
"Good morning, Good morning"
"You slept the whole night through."
"Good morning, Good morning to you…"
"My little boy".
As I finally manage to finish the little tune, I find myself staring at my bedroom ceiling. The overwhelming grief was gone and, in its place, stands a lesser but constant sadness. I could not find the motivation to drag myself out of bed at the moment. Goddamnit, I really want to hug something, hugs always helped.
After an hour or so, I finally pull myself together enough to crawl out of bed and munch on some of the cheap cereal that I had bought for myself. I struggled to put the energy into doing simple things like putting my clothing on. I mostly just dragged myself over to my couch and turned on my television, something that was luckily provided to me. Maybe something on television would make me feel a bit better, even if the feeling is only temporary.
Around 1:00 pm I got a call on my home phone from the school. Apparently due to the special circumstances of my transfer to the school and my supposed Guardian already filling out the paperwork and what not, there were only a couple of things that needed to be taken care of. The Student council had apparently taken it upon themselves to send a member over to both deliver my uniforms, give me the student handbook, hand me my schedule, and answer any questions that I have about the school or my schedule.
The whole situation with the student council is making me very anxious. I was about to be face to face with either the little sister of a Satan, or one of her peerage members. My identity as an Angel made everything much worse. What certainly didn't help was that I would be unable to outfight anybody but the absolute weakest member of Sona's peerage due to my circumstances.
I began to immediately hide anything and everything that was related to actual magic in my basement before immediately moving onto cleaning up what mess I have on my first floor. There wasn't much in the first place, but I was mostly using the shock, panic, and nervousness about my first real interaction with an opposing supernatural faction to get my depressed ass moving forward and doing something even slightly productive. Besides that, I made sure to get showered and put on some deodorant, I hadn't put any effort into personal hygiene earlier today.
After I finished all of that I had time to spare, so I flopped back onto my couch and turned the television back on. I want to practice magic, but with everything that is happening soon, I am not about to take that type of risk.
By the time that the doorbell rang, it was nearing 4:00pm and I was beginning to feel bored. Besides the fact that the doorbell caught me off guard, the whole situation sent a spike of adrenaline through my system. I focused on my senses, specifically on what I would call my magical senses and found that I could tell that there was in fact a devil on the other side of my front door.
I make my way to the front door and after unlocking it, swing the door open to see who I would be talking with. Which sadly is Sona Sitri, possible harbinger of doom and student council president. Why the hell is the student council president here! I stopped myself when I realized that I was staring at her face, I was being incredibly rude to a person who can kill me with a flick of her wrist.
"Ah, are you the person that the school sent over? I wasn't exactly sure about when you were going to arrive, the school wasn't exactly clear on that matter." I mean, who else could she really be? I was a bit caught off guard by her appearance, but I was definitely not expecting her of all people to be sent over. My question was pointless anyway, I could see her wearing the school, female uniform.
"Yes, I am Souna Shitori, I am the Student Council President, you are Adrien Matthews?"
"Yes, I am," I stepped back and allowed her entry into my house, I sent a silent prayer to God, may he rest in peace, that nothing will go horribly wrong. I noticed that Sona didn't wince, so I guess that Devils have to hear the words in order for there to be a reaction. Huh, good to know. "Would you like to come inside while we talk?"
Sona walked past me and into my house, the words "Thank you" leaving her lips as she passed. I guided her to my kitchen table where she set down my new school stuff down before choosing a seat and sitting down. I followed suit.
Sona began to walk me through the important rules of the school and with some questions on my part, she began to talk to me a bit about the teachers and the students that I will be sharing classes with. Well for students it is more of a people to avoid list, I would be sharing classes with the perverted trio.
Why the fuck am I sharing classes with the protagonist of all people! I could have been in any other class, and I end up with him. Something must have shown on my face when she talked about me having the same classes as them because Sona sighed and told me that their class was the one with the least number of students so there weren't any other real options for classes.
We continued to talk after that for a bit as she continued to answer my questions about the school. I for one am very happy that I found out that the school has a swim club, I might not end up joining, but just knowing that it is an option was comforting. I used to swim competitively before and a couple years after my depression started to hit me hard. I was definitely out of shape before I got kidnapped to another reality, but now? Now it is just a matter of getting my technique back into shape, and with all of the drills that I know, that should be easy enough.
As we were wrapping things up something popped into my head, I was an Angel now, I might as well get into the habit of doing some praying… yeah, I can't even think that without mentally grinning. I mostly wanted to know if I can pray in school to piss off what devils that do end up near me.
"S-Shitori, "I say, grabbing her attention. I nearly said Sona before I remembered that people used last names here for casual conversations. "I have to ask, what is the school's view on religious practices? My parents were devout Christians, I am much less so, but after everything that has happened, I wanted to know if I am allowed to practice at school, things are much different here compared to the States."
I could see the gears turning in her head before she ended up sighing. I couldn't really blame her; I was basically asking for the right to give her a headache whenever I want. From what I have seen from our talks, there wasn't anything against it in the rules, but it can only hurt so much to ask.
"You are allowed to pray as long as it does not bother others or impacts your schoolwork." The words left her mouth without so much as an iota of emotion in them. I wish I could do that to be honest. I smile at her. "Thank you for telling me. It is a comfort to know that I can do so."
Sona sighed again before pushing back from the table. "I will be off then, have a good rest of the day". Ah, I guess things are all wrapped up now. "Thank you for your time Shitori, talking with you has been a pleasure". I showed Sona to the door and wished her a good day again as she left. I closed the door behind her and locked it. And like that the meeting with the younger sister of the Leviathan was over.
Thank the dead but ever merciful God.
I ended up waiting another hour or so before I finally went down to my basement and checked on my magic stuff. I wasn't about to put it out in the open just yet because I don't know if any of the local peerages have a familiar spying on me. So, I ended up spending an hour experimenting with my magic and making sure that I had all of the basics down pat. Which is a vast difference compared to yesterday when I could barely use a spell. Even just a little bit of experience in actually manipulating my mana allowed me to put to use the knowledge seared into my brain.
I was even successful at creating a combat spell, a weak one, but a combat spell, nonetheless. It was a basic flamethrower, but the offensive power of my spells will improve with time. Besides that, I began to lay out some plans for spells that I want, which I can plan out due to my theoretical knowledge but can't really cast yet.
I am planning on making a spell that functions similar to Naruto's Shadow Clones, but I am going to have to do a decent amount of research on brains and figuring out mana constructs before doing so. There wasn't anything about those in the knowledge I was granted, the closest thing to that is barriers, which are rigid and don't have the flexibility needed to function in the way that I want them to. So, I ended up adding flexible barriers to my list as well.
All in all, the list only really covered a couple of ideas. Clones for training, some sort of high-speed movement, teleportation, anime weight training spells, movement resistance spells, pocket dimension or general storage, and a general-purpose buff spell of some sort.
After I finished up with my magic, I decided to finally dip my feet into my one ability that I have been looking forward to the most, my forging abilities. While I definitely didn't have the right materials to do any proper forging, much less a good area to forge in, I know enough basic magic to get by and my granted knowledge gives me more than enough knowledge into how a forge should be set up, even if it is subpar. Which I will be fixing later… as soon as I can get the stuff without attracting too much suspicion from the local peerages or other supernatural peoples.
I didn't have any spare metal, so I grabbed half of my silverware from one of my kitchen drawers to use for my first real creation. I was using a stone anvil, something I was working with only because of magic, and I was using magic for other important parts in the forging process, like the flames for instance. I struggled with getting the flames hot enough at first and sustaining them at that temperature, but I eventually fixed that problem and continued on forging.
The end result was a very crude knife with only the slightest bit of holy in it. Just staring at the knife bothered me though. I could see every mistake that I took during the forging process because of how clumsy my body was and how unused to forging I am, despite the knowledge in my head. I sighed and melted back down the blade and began anew, I need a lot more practice before I approach a level even nearing decent according to the knowledge in my head. Once I got to that level, I could make my swords do more than just be holy, I could grant them other abilities, albeit very minor to begin with, but the strength and variety of which will improve with time and experience.
A couple of tries later and I finally managed to create something that would be rated at the equivalent of meh according to my knowledge. I turned to the clock and found that it was already midnight. How long have I been down here? At least 5 hours at this point. I felt my stomach grumble, and I decided to put everything away for the night and to get myself something to eat before heading to bed. I had school tomorrow… well today at this point. I sighed; I probably wasn't going to get much sleep in the first place. I am going to need to find a place that sells coffee later on in the morning.
I turned my eyes towards my latest creation. It was still a knife, but now the blade actually looked like something that a complete newbie forged for the first time. I could also feel an increased amount of holy in the blade itself. I should feel proud of the improvement, but I just couldn't find it in myself to do so. I sighed and set the knife back down on the anvil.
As soon as I got upstairs, I washed my hands and got myself some ham and cheese. I normally would have made a sandwich, but I couldn't find it in me to actually care enough to put in the effort to do so. After my quick impromptu dinner, I took a nice hot shower, dried myself off, and tried to fall asleep.