My first fan fiction! And it only took me 3 years…! Well, better late than never, right? Not quite what I planned to be the first, but inspiration hit me for this one and I just had to write it while it was still fresh in my mind. I hope you enjoy. PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST.

Disclaimer: I do not own To Aru Majutsu no Index/A Certain Magical Index, it is property of Kamachi Kazuma, ASCII Media Works, Dengeki Bunko, Seven Seas Entertainment, J.C. Staff, and Funimation Entertainment.

Revelation

Prologue

Lying west of Tokyo, Japan, comprising a third of its total area, is Academy City. In the heart of this scientific capital of 2.3 million residents, stands the Windowless Building, a formidable fortress with no windows, doors, ducts, or any form of entry. This building capable of withstanding nuclear assaults houses one sole occupant.

Within this stronghold, there is a singular room composed of equipment and devices that could be described not of this earth. Tubes and cables converged together in the center to a glass cylinder, filled with red alkaline fluid, large enough to contain a person. Floating upside-down in the liquid-filled tank was an alien-like life form, cloaked in a green surgical gown and waist-long silver hair, to match this scene from an alien spacecraft.

This "human" looks like a man yet also a woman, an adult yet also a child, a saint yet also a convict.

The General Chairman of Academy City's Board of Directors, and a magician all the same.

Aleister Crowley.

Before him were numerous images floating in mid-air with no recognizable source or screen for them to be displayed upon. They were synchronized with Aleister's eye movements and were arranged accordingly with his fingers playing the keys of the piano.

On November 13, Academy City forces suppressed Baggage City in Eastern Europe, the headquarters for the Anti-Academy City Science Guardians, formerly 27 Cooperative Institutions of Academy City that severed all association with them after the November 10 invasion of Hawaii in the United States of America, and was forced to sign over their alliance back to Academy City by their representative.

Today's date was November 14.

Currently showing for Aleister were reports covering the incident from all over the world. Every account (all in different languages) of the Science Guardians' demise included the worldwide outrage of Academy City's actions, there were thousands of tourists with differing nationalities in the time, after all. The political ramifications were of course brought into question, which Academy City officials disputed that, now that the Science Guardians had formerly surrendered allegiance to Academy City, any measure they had taken was within their power to do so. To say there was no controversy from this declaration would be abandoning your credibility as a person.

Disinterested, the magician shut his eyes and closed his hands into fists to make the screens vanish from his sight and the space in front of him. Opening his eyelids and making complex finger motions, a new set of windows materialized.

This time it was an assortment of various data collected over the last few days. The contents consisted of the landmass Mesosphere Radiosonde that just barely missed crash-landing into Academy City, the Hawaiian invasion and eruption of Kilauea, an attack on the magic side's Saint-Valkyrie hybrid, and information gathered from the events in Baggage City beneath the surface conflict.

"The Majin, is it?" A thin smile spread across the magician Aleister Crowley's face.

"This changes things. I must make the proper arrangements for a guest of such esteem…"

Let's go back sometime into the past for a bit.

It is November 13, the day of the uproar in Baggage City. Due to the time difference between Europe and the western hemisphere, it was an earlier time than the event despite it being over.

This was a brightly lit room inside of an unspecified American military base, filled with nothing more than a cold, metallic table and two chairs on opposite ends of it. There was only one entrance in the form of a single door, accessible only from the outside. The majority of one of the walls was made of a one-way mirror.. On the other side of that large panel of glass is a video screen with footage of the proceedings in the adjacent, darkly lit room from a hidden camera to be used for evidence. There was no question this was an interrogation room.

The prisoner with their wrists and ankles handcuffed together, however, was unbefitting of this militant scene. She was a youth of 14 or 15 that gave off the sense that she was an outdoors-girl. She had white skin which was bruised on her face and short blond hair with a headband of sort made from green tree branches. She wore a green turtleneck and matching miniskirt, along with thick brown boots that rose above her knees and a satchel of the same color around her waist. But most striking of all were her crystal blue eyes. They, along with her out of place wardrobe, gave her the impression of a different race altogether.

Her name is Saronia A. Irivika.

Based on appearance, you wouldn't expect her to be one of the driving forces of the invasion of Hawaii on November 10 to change America into a theocracy with the backing of the mercenary group Trident hired by the Media Queen, Olay Blueshake.

But she was. Thus why she was being interrogated after being apprehended by American authorities.

Saronia had a bored expression, the kind you'd find on someone who had waited in a line too long.

In the next room, multiple figures were surveying the captive magician. Another joins them, whispering some words to one of them. After they finish, the listener moves for the door.

Saronia's eyes divert as someone enters the room. "So I hear you haven't budged an inch since you've been brought here. Not that I blame you, the stiff environment isn't appropriate for socializing," they said while taking a seat across from her.

"Oh my, and what do I owe the honor of being in the presence of the President?" says Saronia, not sounding as interested as she should be.

This large man was in his forties and hidden underneath his suit and tie, provided by his supporting groups, were muscles developed to attract women and voters. His tan skin and chin curtain beard that complimented his swept-back hair all accentuated his Latin heritage.

He is Roberto Katze, and he is the President of the United States of America.

"Not only did someone finally recognize me, but also show their respect as well!? I have won this day even if nothing else comes from it!"

Yes, he was that kind of man. That kind of President.

And although he couldn't see it, there was a certain aide being held back by two men in the other room at that moment.

Saronia sighed. I'm not cut out for dealing with this kind of person…

Roberto assumed a professional expression, his presidential responsibilities taking over. "I'll get straight to business. You're going to tell us everything you know about 'them' today."

Saronia raised an eyebrow.

"And why is it today that I will cooperate?"

"Because I'm too charming to refuse, of course," the president said scandalously with a suggestive smile before reverting back to his competent disposition. "But on a serious note, you have no reason to withhold your testimony. You were being manipulated, so wouldn't confessing be a way of getting back at them for using you?"

The green magician stretched her lips (which were still split from a certain right fist) into a smile. "Wouldn't submitting to your terms be playing into your hand as well?"

"Fair enough," Roberto conceded with a 'you got me' tone of voice. "I know what you really want, Miss Saronia, and I can give it to you in return for information."

"Really?" Saronia asked, sarcastically. "You can undo all the damage your country and Academy City have done to Russia? You can bring back all the lives allowed to be lost, restore all the damage done from the government dismantled without a second thought, or from the resources being regulated carelessly? You major countries are supposed to be repairing our homeland but only further diminished its condition for your own personal gain. It's as if all the justice in the world sold out like a cheap artist."

Saronia A. Irivika spoke very calmly and with a smile the whole time, but it was apparent to anyone that was a mask for her deeply-rooted contempt.

A period of silence followed, Roberto allowing her time to cool down.

After a proper amount of time elapsed, the president continued.

"Do you know who I am, girl?" he asked in all seriousness. "I'm the goddamn president. Academy City may be the leading power of the science side, but America still manages the world's economy. I will revise the reconstruction project and clear out anyone doing their jobs properly. I'll do everything in my power to save the starving and freezing people out there. If I need to, I'll head out to Russia myself to oversee it personally. My approval ratings will go through the roof, people eat that kind of stuff up like candy!"

Yes… Saronia knew he was the kind of man who would hold up on a promise like that. But she wasn't convinced with just that.

"Even if you do that, it won't change the damage that's already been done," she reminded.

"That is true. But couldn't I say the same of you? You barge into my country, remotely control officials of my government, used children as hostages to get people to do your dirty work, brought in troops to wreak havoc on my territory, endanger my people and tourists from multiple countries, seized classified military equipment to use to erupt an active volcano, and tried to turn this country into a theocracy to disrupt the balance of the world. You're lucky you're valuable or else your ass would be in prison for life with Trident members we took in. And I suppose being cute helps your cause as well."

Roberto winked at Saronia with that last comment.

There was a moment of silence where she visibly showed her surprise at the man's bold statement.

And then…

The cuffed girl smiled once more, but it was her first genuine smile of the day.

"You sure are a unusual president. Very well, I will comply to these conditions. However… if you go back on anything you have said this day, I will make it my life's mission to make your nation collapse around you, and then when you know my pain, I will kill you myself."

President Roberto Katze only laughed.

"It's only fair, I suppose," he agreed, reaching out his arm across the table to her.

Saronia grasped his outstretched hand with her own, their shake signifying their deal.

"Although, I'm not sure what I can contribute. Being a mere pawn of theirs, I wouldn't have been informed of their true agenda."

Roberto shrugged. "No, but you know more about 'them' than anyone else. You can draw conclusions based on their actions."

"You may not know, but 'they' aligned themselves with the Cooperative Institutions that broke off from Academy City, or so our informants tell us. At the city they established themselves at, they held a tournament to find a new system of powers that would replace Academy City's espers," he explained with the voice you would recognize from when he addresses the nation. "They of course wouldn't have this, and made the move to occupy the city. But it appears Academy City's intervention was all a part of the plan. Our sources inform us there are traces of an experiment of holism, which appears was successful."

"Concurrently," Roberto Katze continued. "A hospital in northern Europe was visited by agents sent by 'them.' Their target wasn't the patient, Ceillier Flatley, but a woman that was attending to him at the time. We didn't get a name but I assume she was involved with the occult."

"I see…"

Saronia sat there, immersed in her inner thoughts, most likely making the connection between what she had just heard to everything she knew about the organization that betrayed her.

"So that's how it is…"

Back to the present, November 14.

There was a 9 hour difference between England and Japan.

So it was early in the morning that a woman that appeared to 18 with golden hair more than twice her height was enjoying a ride in a horse-drawn open carriage in the streets of London at the same time Aleister Crowley was making plans in Academy City.

With clear blue eyes and skin so white it stood out even in a country like the United Kingdom, this woman dressed in beige clergy robes was holding an umbrella in one hand to obstruct the sunlight from reaching her face. You would wonder why she wouldn't just ride in an enclosed carriage with a top cover, but she was the kind of person who didn't like feeling cramped inside a small place; she preferred to have her open space.

It was the same reason she chose a carriage over available limousines, it's not that she was adverse to modern technology as many other people in her profession were.

That profession being Sector Zero of the English Puritan Church, "Necessarius".

Her appearance and demeanor were deceiving in regard to her true position. Perhaps intentional on her part.

And that was Archbishop, the highest authority of the Anglican Church.

She was Laura Stuart.

Laura should have been on her way to St. George's Cathedral, the center of operations for Necessarius, but was instead on a stroll around the town.

The coachman of this vehicle picked up the receiver of an old-fashioned dial telephone after the ringing sound, however the voice on the other end was transmitted not through the phone, but an accessory hanging off of it.

"Report," he announced after hanging up.

Apparently when I don't go to work, work comes to me… she surmised, agitated.

"We've acquired word from the Royal Family that the former member of GREMLIN, Saronia A. Irivika, has been successfully interrogated by the United States. She's now been deported back to Russia under the care of the Russian Orthodox Church to be punished as they see fit."

"That bothersome president…" Laura grumbled like a child. "Continue."

"Yes. From their recent motions, she concluded that they are going to use a holistic esper and the eruption of Kilauea as a furnace to create the Nordic weapon, Gungnir, with the support of the plans to the spear acquired from Brunhild Eiktobel. The specimen required to create the holism is one who surpasses the abilities of a human but not a Saint, Valkyrie, or esper."

"Meaning…"

"Precisely. Their next target is, in all likelihood, Aleister Crowley."

"…Perfect," Laura Stuart's mouth twisted into a devious smile.

The Archbishop's initial plot was to execute Crowley with her sect of the church and take Academy City and the entire Science side as an extension since it was rightfully the Anglican Church's after his passing, then the entire world would be hers. However, with this new development she might not need to even lift a finger.

Academy City… GREMLIN… Aleister Crowley… the Magic God…

"Very well, let's see how you fare, Board Chairman Aleister…"

A/N: I didn't expect the Roberto-Saronia scene to take up most of the prologue, but it was fun, if not difficult, to write. I actually wish I could write more with Roberto since he's such a fun character but this is the extent of his role in my story.

All the different time zones made it really difficult to keep track of.

In the end, this turned out much longer than I anticipated, and regular chapters will be even more extensive… What have I gotten myself into?

I'm hoping to update within a week but I'm making no promises. The real story starts next chapter.

I encourage my readers to review. Some feedback would be appreciated, especially regarding my grammar, word choice, and such. Criticism is very welcome, but I will not tolerate straight-up bashing.

Again, I hope you had fun reading. Until next time.