A/N: I'm pretty sure I messed up the canon material. No, I know I messed it up, because I have no idea what's going on except through the wiki. I think I read that even before WWIII Accelerator had already been introduced to magic, but I'll just... ignore that.

Anyways, only a little more until the storyline goes back to Accelerator and Celeste. Just please don't kill me when you see what happens.

Accelerator smiled wryly. It seemed that the fight he and Celeste had with the Buddhists a while ago came in useful now. He lived in a world of science. A world of logic. If someone told him a year ago that there was real magic and magicians, rather than just petty street tricks, he would have sneered. But that was before.

Now? He still could hardly believe it. Yet, he had already seen magic before, had interacted with it. He just never knew it was magic.

No. That was a lie. He had an inkling that it was magic, since it was completely different from ESP. ESP never needed incantations, and normal people, other than naturals, could not use ESP unless they had taken the courses in Academy City. If he had never met her, never met Celeste, his head would be reeling right about then, and all because he was suddenly thrown into a world of magic.

Thank goodness he had learned long ago that his ability worked on magic, even though it worked differently than last time. He supposed it was the different types of magic. Buddhist magic was almost druidic, as far as he could tell, manipulating nature. He could deal with nature, reflect it, deflect it, anything. The mages he saw, on the other hand, used magic that he could only dissipate. It was a little disappointing, as he had to work a little harder and actually fight back instead of simply turning the attacks back onto his opponents, but it was better than nothing.

The world seemed to get complicated by the day. ESP, clones, AIM entities, angels, and magic. And a level zero boy with a right hand that could negate any supernatural ability who defeated Accelerator. Twice.

Despite Kamijou Touma telling him that his hero-villain ideals were unimportant, Accelerator couldn't help but think it was easy for him to say, as he had never been the villain.

No matter how much he tried, Accelerator would never become like Kamijou Touma. That boy was born to be a hero, born with a personality and an ability that would let him save everything, save anyone. Accelerator was different. He could only destroy, and the only people he would ever have at his side were Last Order and Celeste, if he could even manage to protect them. He was doing a terrible job of that, by the way, and he knew it very well.

Tch. He couldn't even protect the two girls who meant the world to him, so who was he to talk about being a hero?

No, Accelerator knew he would never be a hero. But that didn't mean he always had to be a villain either.

He stared at the note left behind by Kamijou Touma, feeling strangely at peace after his loss. 'Look for index Librorum Prohibitorum and ask about the lambskin,' it said. Accelerator scoffed, rising painfully to his feet. He had already heard about Index from Aiwass. It was an unnecessary gesture from Kamijou, but appreciated, Accelerator supposed.

He grabbed the stabilized Last Order, temporarily fixed by Kamijou, and started walking. He still had to find a way to heal the brat.

It was strange, standing on his own two feet again, breathing the outside air and feeling the wind against his skin. For what felt like the longest time, he had seen nothing through his own eyes but the tube he lived in and the room he confined himself to, and the few people who visited him. Celeste was one of his few connections to the outside world after he had cut his ties with Heaven Canceller, and other than that, he only had screens and surveillance images.

To actually experience the world once again felt… nostalgic, perhaps. He found a part of him wishing he could live like this again, like a normal human. But another part of him considered this disgusting. The world was too tainted, too dirty. Perhaps it was something like taking a bath, not that he really remembered what that was like. If you soak in hot water on a cold day, it felt wonderful, but stay in too long and it starts to get irritating.

It also felt a little strange to stand the right side up, instead of hanging upside down like usual.

But at the moment, while a part of his mind marveled at the workings of gravity, he stared at the defeated Fiamma of the Right, now also missing a right arm thanks to yours truly.

"Aleister Crowley," Fiamma snarls, sounding not at all surprised to see the man alive and still young. "You actually came out of hiding."

"That is my name," Aleister said, almost flippantly. "And I do suppose this is not the time to continue protecting my identity."

"How are you here?"

Aleister supposed it was half curiosity and half vehemence that made Fiamma ask that question. Aleister was supposed to have died a long time ago, and the Church had even made sure of that, as well as seizing control of all his assets. It would sting to realize that he had slipped past their nets so easily.

"I used my life support devices to mechanically create my life force. That is the basis of magic, you see, and that is what allowed me to slip past all surveillance and probes," Aleister replied.

"That doesn't explain why you are here!"

Aleister cocked his head, the usual half smile sitting on his lips, as if he hadn't just severed someone's arm. "Is there something strange about my presence? I have surpassed the realm of being expressed as only zeroes and ones. But I suppose that concept is too difficult for one such as you to comprehend. Therefore, in simple terms, I now exist in two places at once—the Windowless Building, and before you. That means I am at a higher state of existence than even you, who considers yourself someone who holds the power necessary to save all of humanity."

Fiamma of the Right snarled wordlessly. Aleister found himself amused at the expression, so ugly on one who considered himself related to the divine. Fiamma was so strong, yet so weak. So human. Yet Aleister found himself unable to pity him. It was people like Fiamma who had caused Lilith's death, who caused so much pain and suffering. And it was people like Fiamma who were the reason why Aleister wanted to change the world so badly.

"Why?! Why can't I do it? I should have the power needed to save the world, like the Son of God!" Fiamma cried out, voice filled with poison and just a hint of despair.

"It is not the problem of one's type of power, or even the amount. The problem is how you utilize the power," Aleister shook his head, and his eyes hardened. "I commend you for getting this far, but the age of Christianity ended the moment I completed the Book of Law. You would have gone further if you used the Aeon of Horus, like I did, rather than the Aeon of Osiris."

Fiamma stared at him for a moment and laughed, bitterly. "Is Aiwass such an attractive existence to you? You never wanted the Book of Law. You just want the angel that granted you the book!"

Aleister's lips pressed into a thin line, all traces of a smile vanishing from his face. "You have disrupted my plans by placing Kamijou Touma beyond my grasp, and have shown me that I can still feel anger. Even if you could not understand the value of Kamijou Touma's right hand, you should have just assumed that it was only a right hand that could negate supernatural powers. You forced my hand by angering me, by touching things beyond your understanding. A pity, really. If you had looked at it from a different viewpoint, you would have understood the true nature of that power."