Fallen Familiar chapter 4 - A Different Power

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Louise rubbed her eyes as she slowly rose from bed.

The last thing she remembered was the blurry form of her familiar rushing towards her after another of her explosions. She turned sad at that. Even after hearing the truth, that she had summon a person, with thousands of years worth of experience in warfare, she still failed at simplest of spells. Her summoning of the angel, fallen one, she reminded herself, did not improve her magic in any way.

So caught up in her thoughts was she, that she never saw that the object of them was in the room, looking as if through her, deep in though himself.

In the short time she had spend in the presence of her familiar, she 'gotten used' to his behavior, slightly flirtatious, ever smiling.

And now, his sharp gaze, penetrating her very soul, made her feel very uncomfortable and self-conscious.

" St-stop l-looking at m-me like t-that" she said, turning her head away, a blush on her face. Even though she was wearing a nightgown, one her familiar must have dressed her in, she still felt the need to cover herself with her hands.

"Sorry, Lu-chan. Was caught up in thoughts." Was her angel's reply, making her look at him, her blush losing power as she gazed at his smiling face. "How do you feel?" he asked her.

"Tired…and bruised I guess" she replied, suppressing an yawn.

"It is to be expected, with the…unique spell you cast." Said the black haired male, his tone slightly questioning.

Louise's head fell down, hair obscuring her face from sight. It did not take a genius to figure out what happened. Azazel did hear what her classmates call her on the daily basis. Zero. And looking at her attempts at casting spell, it was relatively easy to deduce why. His earlier remark must have reminded her of her…condition. Why her personality would not allow her to show weakness in public, in private it was a whole different matter.

The pink-haired noble suddenly felt a hand on her head and another on her back, both gently caressing her while pulling her into an embrace.

"Now, now. Where is the strong petite girl that summoned me?" came the soft voice of Azazel. For the womanizer she took him for, especially after his confession for his reason to fall, she never expected him to be so…gentle.

"There never was a strong woman. There is only a Zero….." was the whisper that drifted through the air from the lips of the petite noblewoman. The fallen angel pulled back and looked into her puffy eyes.

"Tell me, Louise, do you know why it is so hard for you to pinpoint your elemental affinity?" she shook her head no, yet her eyes looked up at him, genuinely curious. If he knew a way to guide her, if there was an opportunity to make her into a proper mage, worthy of the Valliere family, she would seize it.

"Because, your element is neither of the four you know."

She bowed her head in defeat, no longer holding her tears. Her world was shattered. What little hope she had for the future disappeared in an eye blink. If an angel told her so, then it was the truth. She was no mage. She was no-

"Your element is something different" she looked up sharply, surprise on her face, her mouth gaping.

"Wh-what do you m-mean di-different?" she stuttered out, the little noble's mind unable to comprehend what he just told her. There were only elements. Four and the long-lost Void. But it was just that - lost.

"I do not know for sure, but it feels different than the other elements. As if opposite to all 4 combined. As if a force, which sole purpose is annihilation. Compared to the magic of your schoolmates it is times more destructive and your reserves of it are way bigger than your schoolmates reserves of theirs." Her once-shattered hearth began filling with hope.

"All you need is control." began the angel, breaking the embrace and moving back, giving her space.

"Now, close your eyes and imagine your body as rivers of energy going to every part of it, as if paths, connecting every organ, with a giant 'lake' of energy in the middle. Slowly begin pulling the energy from the 'lake' towards your hands."

Hesitant at first, Louise closed her eyes and began to do as instructed, seeing no harm in trying. Azazel waited for a few seconds before he felt the subtle shift of her power. Smiling a little, he continued.

"Now imagine a ball in your palms, filled with the energy you have pushed into your hands. Begin filling the imaginary ball with it." Was the guidance from the angel, his grin growing by the minute.

Not a few seconds later, black energy began forming in a sphere in her hands, her eyes still closed, unaware of what is actually happening. When the sphere was completely filled with black energy giving off a pink hue, he waited for a few seconds to make sure it was stable before uttering a few simple words.

"Open your eyes, Lu-chan" she did so, and what she saw was so unbelievable to her, it made her lose control of it, the energy in her hands dispersing.

"I-I-I did t-that?" stuttered out the noble, not believing her eyes.

"Yes, yes you did." Replied her familiar, his eyes shining with pride. Most people needed at the least a couple of minutes to learn the first step to forming Light weaponry, and here she was, doing it on the first try.

"Do it again, this time one hand only" He patiently waited for her to do so, observing every little detail of the process, for, after all, her energy was times more volatile than Light.

As the sphere finally formed, he gave her the next set of guidance.

"Let it form itself into a weapon, but do not think of a specific shape or type. Just give it a push. Let the energy guide itself. You just keep it in check with your other hand. Clear your mind, imagine the most powerful thing you know, but do not follow your mind. Let the hearth guide your actions. "

And thus, Louise's weapon began to take form. She grasped the sphere with one hand, and it elongated as she moved her other hand forward, pulling the weapon from an imaginary sheath. From one side of the sphere that now was in a hilt-like shape, two long lines of energy shot out, going parallel to each other.

When they finally stopped growing, they were nearly as long as she was tall, black in color, with the cutting edges been pink.

At the base, where to two blades met, the opening between them was larger, and in it, another sphere formed. This time though, it was pitch-black, lacking the pink hue. Instead, pink lighting arched around it. At the other end of the hilt, two bright-pink glowing tassels formed, constantly moving as if blown by wind.

Louise stood for a full minute, starring at her first, or second achievement in the field of magic. When she finally got over her shock, she got up from the bed slowly, and made some swings with her new, surprisingly weightless, sword.

She marveled at the way it moved, the sound it left in its wake, the way the energy from the sphere left an afterimage of lighting through the air.

Azazel stood quietly to the side, smiling at the way Louise was marveling at the weapon. It was as if watching a child playing in the first snow.

Then again, considering her situation, it probably was quite similar to it, if not exactly the same.

Then suddenly, the sword shattered, as if made from glass, and Louise began swaying on her feet, before falling back into the bed.

"I probably should have stopped you, with you still recovering from your last attempt at normal magic." Said Azazel, coming to lean above her, his face becoming an amused one at the sight of the tired, yet happy face of his little master. She seemed so happy, he would probably get away with his usual perverted remarks.

Her response was reaching and pulling him into a hug, even though the result was his face going into her, albeit small, chest. Instead of screaming, she just kept the hug and whispered:

"Thank you" It was so quite, you might as well have dismissed it as the wind outside.

When they broke the hug, he leaned over her head, his hair tickling her lower face, before kissing her forehead.

She turned bright scarlet at that, her mouth becoming like a fish's , trying and failing to find any comeback.

"W-we-well I-I-I g-guess I sh-should reward yo-you for your s-service." She stuttered out, the angel smirking at her attempt to remain composed and defuse the situation.

"You should probably go back to sleep. You were tired to begin with and this energy manipulation wore you off even more." As if to confirm his statement, Louise yawned suddenly, her blushing face transforming into a sheepish one.

Still, albeit reluctantly, Louise followed through with the suggestion of her fallen familiar and went back to bed, a tired smile on her face.

Azazel stood for a few minutes, watching her sleep, before tucking her in properly and exiting the room quietly.


As he slowly walked around, his mind was trying to comprehend what he knew of his petite masters power.

It had the same feel, the energy been almost the same as that of the power of destruction, yet it can be bend into a weapon, similar to Light. But Light weaponry, while poisonous to devils, to any other was like a normal weapon. You have to create a blade edge for it to cut.

Somehow, he felt that Louise's power would cut through anything, even without the edge. Then again, cut was perhaps not the word. More like annihilate, pass through and leave nothing behind. Her normally explosive power, channeled into a weapon… it was frightening, truly.

Still, he doubted she would be able to create multiple weapons at the same time. Her limit might actually be one, for all he knew, for there was enormous difference between controlling stable Light energy and her energy that just might blow up at any given time.

As he walked slowly around the courtyard, his eyes fell on the setting sun. It was nearing dinnertime, Louise having knocked herself out for a couple of hours with her earlier explosion in the headmasters office.

The angel made his decision and started heading towards the dining room. Having skipped lunch for the sake of his little contractor, he felt rather hungry. As he headed there, people were giving him glances, filled with both wariness and awe, news of his duel with the blond brat having gotten around the school.

He actually had little doubt that his presence was known even around the country, after all, it is not everyday that a little girl summons an angel. Knowing the way the church usually works, he would not be surprised if they declare her a saint. Saint Louise. Got a nice ring to it. That last though brought a smile to his face, people around him looking at him as if he has lost him mind, smiling for no apparent reason.

Just before he reached the steps leading to the dining hall, the fallen angel found his path blocked by a red lizard-like creature, standing on his hind legs. The reptile gestured with his head, as if wanting the angel to follow him.

Seeing nothing to it, he did so. The lizard went into one of the corner towers, and after a few flight of stairs, stopped in front of a door and gestured with his head to it.

Raising an eyebrow at the red reptile, he knocked on the door.

"Enter" came a seductive voice from behind the door.

As he did so, Azazel did a victory dance in his mind at the sight before him.

A dark room, lit with a few candles, the gentle smell of perfume in the air. A busty, dark skinned red-head clad in skimpy lingerie, was lying on a double bed on her stomach, smiling at the angel.

"I have been waiting for you, darling" she said in a soft and passionate voice.

"They way you defeated that blond idiot, and the truth about your identity made me truly interested in you."

" Let us sin together" she said, getting up from her bed and coming to stand before the angel, revealing just how skimpy her…nightgown truly is.

"You shouldn't push me like that. It doesn't take much for me to fall, especially if the one I am falling for is this beautiful" was what Azazel said, getting into the innuendo game quickly.

Kirche only smiled at the remark, before leaning in and kissing him, her arms going around his neck, her generous assets pushing against his chest. She felt his strong hands enclosing her lower back, moving slowly, massaging her waist. They deepened the kiss, theirs tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths.

Azazel could not remember the last time he gave in to his personal primal sin. It was so long that he had forgotten the touch of women in general, up to the point that he would be happy even if it was Louise instead of Kirche.

They were interrupted by a voice coming from the open window, a noble boy with a purple cloak, a last year, screaming something about Kirche not meeting him. The exotic girl in his arms quickly disposed of him, only for another to replace the annoyance.

The angel quickly caught on to what was going on. Apparently, his new sinful interest was playing with the schoolboys as if they were nothing but toys. 'well, if I am claiming her, this is going to change'.

"How about we go somewhere more private, where we will not be interrupted by any more... annoyances?" asked the angel, materializing his wings to show what he meant. The flame-haired germanian was surprised for a second before smiling and nodding.

Azazel picked her up, bridal style, and headed for the still opened and slightly blown up window. Just as he was about to take off, the room was filled with pink light.

He saw that red reptile cowering in the corner, looking fearfully to something behind the pair. He already knew what it was, but still turned and gazed at his angry little master, the weapon he taught her to summon in her hand, casting the pinkish glow in the room, the lighting from the core running through the entire length of the weapon, emphasizing her displease of the situation, despite the smile on her face.

"Where are you going, Azazel?" she asked in a sickly-sweet voice.

The only sound in the room was Kirches nervous gulp.


And done.

Yes, Azazel though her how to mold her energy into a weapon instead into spells. The 'why?' it's quite simple, really.

First Louise would be more bad ass with a weapon instead of a silly wand waving. Second, while Azazel knows about magic ( him helping Akeno master the holy lightning thingy been an example) he is faced with an unknown type of power, thus not knowing how to teach her. And lastly both angels and fallen angels are more towards weapons than magic in general.

For Louise's weapon shape, I used the Thunderfury from the Warcraft universe, albeit it is a bit more slimmer one.

As always construction, grammar or story mistake reviews are welcome.

Thank you for reading.