Neo Mori stood in front of the capsule with the floating girl inside, adding the finishing touches to his creation.
She was good and had undergone many changes over the weeks. Neo had to enlarge her breasts, make her skin look cleaner, add one organ that only existed in female dragons of a certain species, and change her hair color to pink.
All that was left of the former creature were her green-blue eyes, in which she seemed to drown. They drew one's gaze to them, making one admire their naivety.
The beauty of those eyes was frightening.
The boy adjusted his glasses and nodded at his thoughts, looking over the nearly completed product. All that was left was to awaken this creature and send-.
Mori interrupted his thoughts and smiled, turning toward the uninvited guest who had come to his abode:
- Hello, Office-chan, nice to see you again.
A frail-looking girl with long, thigh-length, night-colored hair stood at the operating table. Her skin was sickly pale, her ears slightly pointed, like the elves in the books, and large gray eyes that splashed with sorrow and wisdom and curiosity-a crazy cocktail.
The girl was small in stature, reaching up to Neo's chest, and the extremely provocative attire of a black dress with a purple bow on the back, a fabric comb on her head, dark shoes, and white pantaloons peeking out from under the skirt had many people asking a few questions of a certain direction. Except that the gothic dress did not conceal the girl's breasts, using instead of a bra a common black band-aid on the intimate area, glued crosswise.
Did this girl surprise Neo? No.
Yes, the ancient Dragon Goddess, some ten thousand years old, was a strange creature, bordering on the term "abnormal." She was hard to read, almost unrealistic, but that applied to any other sentient being her age. Monsters like her thought differently than humans. Even time went differently for them than it did for humans.
Mori took a big risk when he set up one of his experiments at the juncture of local blood and flesh magic, trying to create the first creature with dragon origins. He expected that someone would be able to sense the guy trying to change his soul to the dragon version, but he didn't know who was coming.
At the time, Neo knew traitorously little about the inhabitants of this world, and the baiting move was very risky, but Mori did not fail.
As it happened, this Deity was... naive. It was not perfect. It was wise, very, very smart, and terribly strong, but it was also naive. Unique...
It was entertaining.
Neo didn't even have to control this dragon. She became attached to the boy, began to follow him and imitate him. Perhaps the dragon's curiosity was second only to the cat's. Or it could be much simpler - Office is still a child, albeit a ten-thousand-year-old Deity.
Or was it all because of her unique plastic ancient mind?
The dragon could take any form, but walked in the human form of a girl, used to use the form of an old man, but now she liked the current wrap. Why? The office said this form was "more compact."
Well, after all, Neo and the Office's goals overlapped. Except that the ancient creature still hadn't even thought about being controlled. And even if it did, it didn't care. she didn't care.
Such paradoxes made the manipulator in glasses smile. И... he appreciated this strange creature.
No, not because of her power, but because of one characteristic. You could just be silent with her, sitting over a mug of hot tea.
And it was very much worth it.
- Hello, Aizen-kun, nice to see you. - The girl masterfully copied Neo's intonation, look, and even smile. - What did you create this time?
- I've created an ideal for someone. - Mori adjusted his glasses and turned his gaze to the creature floating inside the capsule. - What do you see before you, Office-chan?
- Angel, demon, or fallen? All together and apart at the same time. - The dragon appeared beside the boy, materializing black glasses, a full copy of Neo's glasses. - A dull and very sad creature. Too loud and unideal.
- Office-chan, you're totally right... But, what if I told you it was perfect? - Neo smiled warmly as he covered his eyes. - It's perfect for one person. Doesn't that mean it's perfect now? Office-chan, what is perfect?
- Silence. - Without thinking, the girl answered, lowering her eyes sadly.
- Maybe, but silence is so easy to achieve... - Office looked at Neo disbelievingly, clenching her fists. - Can an ideal be something that can be achieved so easily?
- Tell me. - It wasn't a request or an order. It was hope, expressed in one word.
- Office-chan, could you please make-. - two mugs of steaming tea appeared in the dragon's hands, and, in the same second, a white table with two chairs materialized in front of Neo's face. - Thank you, shall we sit down?
- ... - The girl silently handed one of the white cups to the boy, and then sat down at the opposite end of the not too long table, anxiously awaiting the next words of the strangest man she had ever met.
- Office-chan, have some tea. - The dragon obeyed and took two sips. - Now close your eyes. Now let's just be quiet, you'll understand everything.
Minutes slowly flowed by minutes, the naive Deity tried to comprehend, to understand the man's words with all her soul, with all her mind, but she was not able to:
- Noise. It's still making noise. It is not silence. - said the girl sadly, looking into her cup.
- No, it's silence, my dear Office. - The boy took off his spectacles and smiled, peering encouragingly into the dragon's gray eyes. - You hear the noise of devices, of people, of souls and magic... you hear it all, but it doesn't matter over a cup of tea. Nothing matters over a cup of tea, remember that. This is true silence. Even the silence you seek cannot compare to my silence. You're imitating me, adjusting to me, so you'll understand. Not right away, but you will, Office-chan, I promise.
The dragon nodded gravely, taking these words as truth. She didn't sense a lie in them, they were true from beginning to end.
The truth of Aizen, the strangest mind in this world. A being who came from beyond.
She had only to accept those words and wait, for he had never once lied to her and never would.
- Let's change the uncomfortable subject, shall we? - Neo smiled, nodding at his creation. - Her name is Eva, and she's the ideal created for my hero.
- Why are you messing with them? - The office didn't understand much about the man, nor did she understand his strange plans with goals.
If he wanted to, he would have gained monstrous power long ago, Office would have helped, but no, he plays with humans, ancient monsters and souls, constantly putting himself in danger.
Why stay in a weak human body? She would ask him these questions, to which he would honestly answer that it was what his plans and goals required.
Eisen wanted to know humanity. To live a human life, and to do so, he had to watch over himself and others with fear and danger.
- That's the way it has to be, Office-chan. Don't you wonder what hero-kun and his team will be able to achieve? Will they be able to reach the gates of heaven?
- Aizen-kun, you said that fear is necessary for evolution. - The boy nodded earnestly, taking a few sips from his cup, agreeing with his companion's words. - Then what are you afraid of?
- Myself.
-= Some time later. The town square. =-
Time stands still and Issei is no longer some "pervert from Kyo Academy", but a demon! A whole Demon!
Sure, he's a weak pawn for now, but... He's a dragon at heart! I mean, he has a dragon in his soul, or more accurately, in his sacred mechanism, but that, in the guy's opinion, didn't matter.
Issei was cool and completely happy with his life. No, not even that, he was happy... So happy that he was now walking down the street bouncing around, scaring away passersby with his happy face.
In just one day he had a lot of companions, he met such beauties as Rias Gremori, Akeno Himejima, and Koneko Tojo... There was also one smiling blond guy, whom the pervert hated with all his vulgar heart, and this homosexual had made Issei's "rose" tremble fearfully more than once or twice, but he could be tactfully silenced.
The guy didn't care that his mistress's horse wasn't actually "that kind of guy"; in his mind, all handsome guys were automatically equated with the blue color of the sky. And in general, all handsome and popular guys should die!
But even these thoughts didn't dampen the pervert's cheerful mood, because... they let him touch their breasts. With these very hands he was munching on the big boobs of the sampai, and his mistress was not against it!
The guy had lived for this moment and had dreamed all his life of touching a woman's tits, for this he had become a demon. For this he was ready to move mountains and overthrow God!
Issei had the feeling that someone had turned the switch and changed the flow of luck, redirecting it in the boy's direction. Or had God suddenly decided to grant his wish?
"Do you want me to help you make your wish come true? I'll give you the power. Are you ready to pr..." - Someone's speech flashed through the boy's mind, and his temples clenched with pain.
Issei paid no attention to this strangeness, putting it down to a bad dream he had recently had. As if he was locked in the same room with his friend Neo and he wanted to talk seriously about something... Ugh! Instead of boobs, he's dreaming about men, for crying out loud!
- Oh, God, thank you for being there!" Tears of happiness spurted from the pervert's eyes, and the boy folded his hands in a prayerful gesture and looked up, directly at the frowning sky, a portent of impending rain.
The sky echoed with thunder, and the boy decided to hurry to his perverted affairs, for though he is a demon pervert, he is a busy demon pervert! He still has time to do Rias-sempai's errands - to hand out all the forms, and then... What if she lets him squeeze her boobs again?
Issei's nose spurted blood, and an old granny, walking down the street, who saw an overly cheerful, yet tearful kid spurt blood from his nose after a completely random prayer, and a crazy grin come over his face, grabbed her heart and fainted.
A frightening, if not creepy picture.
But Issei paid no attention to the mundane. The only thing in the world right now was him, his wonderful mood, and the sampai's big boobs.
- You want watermelon, you pay! - A rather loud male voice rang out, pulling Issei out of his titty-thinking and titty-fantasy. - Otherwise get lost, you're scaring the customers away with your outfit!
Issei turned around in the direction of the voice with interest, then stopped in shock as he looked at the very beautiful girl.
She was perfect. It seemed as if at that moment, the frowning clouds parted and allowed the thin rays of sunlight to illuminate her beauty.
The girl's skin was so snow-white that it seemed as if it was translucent, the naive cute face made me want to smile, and the sad green-blue eyes looked straight into the soul... The desire to protect the owner of those eyes and to try with all his might to make the bearer of those eyes smile.
Issei's heart beat like a drum, and he grabbed his shirt with one hand in the area of his chest, trying to calm the incomprehensible feelings of a young boy.
Something woke up inside him... and it certainly wasn't Jesus. Something ancient and beastly, but not Dreig. Something that made the young lad want this girl. He wanted to possess this stranger, to make her look only at him. To make her smile, but only for Issei.
For her to be his from beginning to end.
But the young demon couldn't make sense of his feelings. To understand what it was. Why is something fluttering so strongly in his chest, stirring unique emotions?
[It's love at first sight, bro. Congratulations, gra-ha-ha-ha!" Ddraig's sobering voice rumbled through the boy's thoughts, injecting even more chaos and confusion into Issei's mind.
Had he fallen in love? What about Rias-sempai... and her breasts? But this stranger, she's so good... And that strange tight white dress and stockings of the same color, and the pink silky mid-length hair, she is so beautiful!
Issei did not want to confess his feelings to himself. For some reason he was ashamed.
But he knew one thing for sure - he had to meet her... at least to talk to her. If he didn't, he would surely miss her and regret it for the rest of his life. Until the day he died.
He wanted to fall to his knees and confess his feelings to her immediately, despite the ridicule and possible rejection. Even though it was wrong. He doesn't even know her name. It's the first time he's ever seen her, but still...
Issei nodded to himself and moved resolutely towards the stranger, but the next second the impossible happened.
Tears came out of the girl's eyes, and she began to emit a monstrous aura of golden color, which cracked the ground, and the salesman along with the small wooden shop was forcibly thrown back.
- A gas explosion! - shouted someone from the crowd, and a small branch of hell broke out in the street of screaming, shouting, and howling frightened people trying to escape in different directions.
But Issei still stood still, looking at the girl's glistening tears. He realized two things: he had to run out of here quickly and grab the culprit of this strange anomaly with him before trouble came.
Oooh, Issei didn't even think about the many questions that were to come his way. Not about the girl, not about what he saw, and not about the many other important questions.
After his demonization, problems haunted him. One moment the Fallen would attack a "demon without a master," the next some creature would jump out. Maybe it had knocked the last vestiges of sanity from the pervert, or maybe it was love that did it to him.
Isn't it true that love is blinding?
* He didn't feel the pain of the prayer and didn't pay attention to it (Issei is dumb, mind you).