Chapter 2

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Harry was walking down the road in cool summer's night air. It was surprisingly cold for a summer night. The weather most summer days and nights for Britain had recently been on the warmer side of things so the cold right now was strange. Suddenly, Harry's walk came to a stop as his instincts screamed at him to move. Harry jumped backwards just in time as a blackish red orb exploded in front of him.

"Aw I missed," said a feminine voice in disappointment. Harry turned but could only see a dark silhouette standing in the shadows of a nearby building. "No matter. Humans are always tastier when they're alive and squirming anyways."

"Who are you?" Harry demanded, trying not to show how unnerved he was by her words. Was she a vampire? But he'd never seen a vampire use the magic she had used...

The owner of the voice slowly came into view and Harry's eyes widened as he took in the sight. Her upper body was human, and obviously female, with large breasts uncovered by any upper body wear. The one strange thing on her upper half was the solid red eyes that unnerved, and internally enraged him, more than even Voldemort's had. However, her lower half was anything but human, looking almost spider-like and grotesque, looking very disproportionate with the rest of her body.

"Oh forgive my manners," It giggled. "My name is Lanis. Not that it will matter to you for very long. After all, the dead have very little worries."

"Why are you after me?" Harry asked as he slowly backed up. Hopefully, this would let him have an idea as to who sent her and give him space to draw his wand. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Oh why nothing of course," said Lanis with a deranged giggle. "You see, even though I'm a mid-class stray devil, I'm still hunted. So I need more power to survive my incoming fight with my hunters. I felt your power all the way in the south of France as I was munching on some stupid humans and came here as soon as a I could. With your power I could defeat even the Four Great Satans and best of all you haven't even awakening it yet." Her eyes glowed and she smiled a deranged smile. "Now hold still while I eat you!"

With that explanation Lanis opened her mouth extremely wide and approached Harry, who cursed as he couldn't find his wand. He probably left it at home, too lost in his thoughts to notice. As she got closer Harry began to panic, desperately trying to think of a way to fight back.

As if in answer, he felt a warm feeling welling up inside of his chest. The feeling grew larger and hotter as Lanis got closer until it felt like his insides were on fire. All of a sudden a large booming sound resounded through the area even as a bright light filled Harry's vision, blinding him temporarily.

Suddenly, he realized that Lanis was screaming.

"NO, WHAT IS THIS LIGHT?!" The agony was clear in her voice and he could hear a strange sound in the background. "NO, WAIT, STOP! HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE NOOO!"

The light cleared away and in Lanis place stood a greyish statue of her. It took Harry only a second to realize what had happened. He had somehow turned her to stone. Accidental magic, maybe?

Suddenly, the wind blew and the statue crumbled away revealing that it was not stone but ash. The light had turned that Lanis creature into ash.

A few years back Harry would probably be upset that he had killed someone, but the reality of the war with Voldemort followed by hunting his supporters afterwards had dulled him to the shock that came with killing someone. It happened and while he would prefer another way, he wouldn't risk one of his friend's dying just because it made him queasy. He'd already lost enough as it was.

And considering this Lanis thing was trying to kill/eat him, he wasn't sorry to see her gone. A steady clapping cut through Harry's disbelief at what had happened. Harry turned to see a man dressed in shorts and... a Hawaiian t-shirt?

"Now that was an impressive light show," the man whistled mockingly. "But I take it that's your first time doing something like that, am I right? Don't feel too bad, she was only a stray devil. She's killed hundreds before you she was basically no better than a monster."

"Alright, so who are you then?" Harry asked rapidly looking for an escape route. For some reason, he sensed that whoever this was was not friendly and Harry once again cursed himself leaving his wand behind.

"Ah my apologies, my name is Rahab," The man introduced himself with a bow. "I am a Fallen Angel."

With that a pair of black wings erupted out of his back and dim looking spear made of light appeared in his hands.

"Now this is nothing personal, but a power like that could be a serious threat to us Fallen Angels so you have to die," The man said casually as he walked toward Harry, summoning a spear of red light in his hand. "So don't take this personally if you want to blame someone. blame the god who gave these powe-AAGH!"

Rahab had been interrupted by something; to be specific, several something's that happened to be several bright spears made of white light that were protruding through his chest.

A woman with curly blonde hair and a voluptuous figure wearing the whitest robes and most glorious silver wings Harry had ever seen. She had ten wings compared to the man's two and somehow Harry knew that made her much more powerful. She was the most beautiful female Harry had ever seen and Harry couldn't help having a certain 'reaction' while looking at her. She was floating above Harry and to his right, giving Harry a good look up her dress, causing him to blush and look away.

"You have no idea how ironic that statement is," she deadpanned as she looked at the other man like he less than a cockroach.

"What the hell?" Rahab gasped through blood that was pour out of his mouth. "Archangel Gabriel, what the hell do you want with him?"

"Don't forget me."

Harry turned toward the voice and saw a handsome-looking man with long blonde hair and green eyes standing not far behind the Fallen Angel. Unlike the woman beside him, he had twelve golden coloured wings growing from his back.

"Damn it, Michael too," Rahab gasped through wheezing breaths. "What could be so special about him that you two would come for him personally?"

"Just die, Fallen Angel scum," Gabriel responded coldly.

With that Rahab dropped downwards as Gabriel's spears vanished, his body disintegrated into nothing just as it hit the ground. The two Angels landed in front of Harry gently and approached him cautiously. Harry tensed as they approached but the man named Michael held his hands up in a peaceful manner.

"Now I know you're not exactly trusting at the moment after nearly been killed twice but please trust me when I say that we wish to help you," Michael said in a soothing tone.

"Yes please," Gabriel interjected with a hint of desperation. "Let us help you, you're in terrible danger as long as you remain like this and by letting us help you, you'll be helping us as well."

With the night Harry had had so far he knew this was a bad idea. But something in the back of his mind told Harry that he could trust these two people. Harry had always followed his instincts and this was going to be no different.

"How can I help you?" Harry asked, still preparing to bolt should these two prove hostile as well. "Because you seem to be doing ok by yourselves."

"Well, the thing is you're kind of sort of well…um…,"Michael trailed off, seemingly unsure how to explain it.

"You're God's successor" said Gabriel bluntly, seeing that Michael wasn't going to say anything.

Harry froze for a moment before speaking. "God's... successor?"

"Well technically, you're God's reincarnation," explained Michael hurriedly. "You see, He knew He was going to die soon so He created a fall-back. He would be reincarnated as a normal human and regain His memories once three objects were reunited. A wand, a stone and-"

"A cloak," finished Harry blankly. His mind raced as he tried to counter their arguments but couldn't find any. It was obvious now that he thought about it that they were not only Angels but two of the most famous angels in Christianity.

Though the fact the fact that Gabriel, the second most famous angel after Michael, was really a woman was amusing for some reason. No doubt Hermione would be smug as goose if she found out.

Moreover, something deep inside Harry told him they weren't lying. It was as if a question he had long wanted answered was finally... well, answered. A question he didn't even know he had.

Still...

"So... I'm God," said Harry blankly. They nodded hesitantly. "The Big Kahuna, the whole 'parting the waters and killing the firstborn of every Egyptian' God?"

Both Angels nodded and Harry smiled before speaking. "I see." Then he fainted.

"Hmm he took that better than I expected," said Michael with a nervous laugh.

"Indeed I thought he would either attack or try to run or something," agreed Gabriel happily beofre squealing. "Oh, I'm so happy! Dad's back!"

Michael rolled his eyes but also smiled happily. "Well, let's take him back home," ordered Michael quickly. "We want him somewhere safe were no-one else can listen in or interrupt as he gets accustomed."

Gabriel lifted the boy-God off of the ground and opened up a bright white portal. She waited for a second looking at the person in her arms before she went inside the portal with her new cargo.

Michael stayed behind and narrowed his eyes at the seemingly empty street. Nodding to himself as he saw that there had been no witnesses, he turned around and entered the portal. The portal hovered for a second before closing, leaving no trace of the three ever occupying the street.

God's Throneroom, Heaven

One hour later

Harry awoke to find himself in a sitting position. Now Harry didn't really make it a habit to sleep while sitting up straight, or to sleep while sitting at all for that matter, therefore he knew something was off. He had several talents but this was not one of the, and yet here he was awakening from sleeping while sitting up straight.

Harry blinked and cleared his eyes to find himself sitting on a golden throne with some sort of white fire burning near the back. Harry widened his eyes and leapt off of the throne, instantly feeling weaker for some reason. He studied the throne before remembering what the two angels had told him and what that meant this throne was.

"This is not happening," denied Harry, even as he reached a hand out and touched the throne, confirming it's existence. "This cannot be happening, all of that was just a dream just a dream and I'll wake up any second now, any second"

"This isn't a dream," came a familiar voice from behind him.

Harry turned around to see Michael and Gabriel standing there with sad smiles on their faces. "Neither of you could possibly be real," Harry continued to deny, not wanting to accept the truth.

"I'm afraid it is," said Michael sadly, seemingly understanding his plight. "We are Archangels of Heaven and you are God as in God from the Bible."

"That's absurd and impossible," denied Harry again even as he felt the truth of it resonate in his soul. "If you are one of George's pranks then very funny, you can stop this all now."

"We can prove that this is real," Gabriel assured with confidence.

"How?" Harry asked cautiously, still desperately trying to convince himself that this was some sort of joke.

"Just sit on the throne, focus and listen," instructed Gabriel gently. "You'll be able to hear their prayers if you do."

Harry reluctantly complied, sitting on the throne and closing his eyes. After focusing for a few seconds, he could suddenly hear millions of voice all asking and requesting various things all across the world. Their voices echoed loudly in his head, getting his attention and proving once and for all that what the angels told him was true. Harry clutched his head in pain hoping the voices would stop and suddenly they did. He knew they were still there, somewhere in the background but it was like he put them on mute for the moment.

'There are this many people who pray to god?' Harry wondered to himself in awe. 'There are so many... and yet so many ask for such petty things. It's pathetic. I just wish I could hear at least one who truly deserves help.'

Suddenly, as if in answer to Harry's unspoken wish the voices vanished, all except for one.

"Thank you God for everything you have given me and I know that this is just a test of my faith. I promise to be faithful and perhaps someday you will forgive me of my sins. Amen." A young female voice echoed.

"Who was that?" Harry asked out loud, getting the two Angels' attention. "I wish I could see what she looked like."

Again Harry's powers responded by displaying a girl around 15-16 years of age with long blonde hair and green eyes. Her hair flowed all the way down to her back, with split bangs over her forehead and a single strand sticking out from the top, sloping backwards. Her main attire consisted of a dark teal nun outfit with light blue accents; a white veil was drooped over her head with light blue accents, a brown satchel slung on her right hip, and brown boots with black straps shaped in an X-shaped pattern. She also wore a silver crucifix around her neck.

Michael shifted nervously at the image.

"So who is she?" Harry asked noting Michael's nervousness. It reminded him of Ron whenever he got caught doing something he shouldn't have by Hermione.

"That's Asia Argento, my lord. She wields the Sacred Gear known as Twilight Healing," explained Gabriel once she saw Michael was not going to answer. "She was a faithful nun but was expelled from the church after she healed a devil."

"Wait, first, three things." interjected Harry. "First, you said I was God's reincarnation and I'm getting my powers and memories back thanks to the Deathly Hallows, right? What would have happened if I never united them? Second, what's a Sacred Gear? Third, why did she heal a devil? Was she defecting or something?"

"For your first question," said Michael calmly. "The Hallows would have found their way to you one way or another. You were born into Ignotus' line, assuring you would get the cloak. You were purposefully born into his line because the cloak would keep you alive long enough to receive the others. The Hallows themselves are part of you and would have found their ways to you one way or another. Even if you hadn't known what they were."

"But what if someone else had untied them before me?" asked Harry insistently. Maybe this was all a mistake and someone else was God?

"Then nothing would have happened," said Gabriel, crushing his hopes. "The Hallows gave some power, which was diluted as time passed, but only in your hands would they have reacted as they were meant. If you weren't God then sitting in that chair would kill you instantly."

Harry sighed at that. He had hoped that it had been a mistake and someone else was really God but it seemed like a fool's hope. Though that last part made him eye the throne a bit warily.

"Well, Sacred Gears are part of your system to enact miracles on Earth," continued Michael. "They each have unique abilities and come in different types and categories, only humans or human hybrids are born with Sacred Gears. Angels and Devils can obtain them by resurrecting a human or human hybrid as one of their own." Gabriel paused in thought before continuing. "Though I have heard that Fallen Angels have devised a ceremony that can extract Sacred Gears at the cost of the owners' life."

"As for Asia," started Michael nervously. "Well no she wasn't defecting. Far from it, she's extremely devoted to God, well you," Michael gulped as he saw Harry raise an eyebrow at him, as if sensing where this was going. "But we had to expel her. We didn't want news of what she had done to compromise people's faith, so I was forced to expel her in order to keep the people's faith."

Harry grit his teeth and glared at Michael, causing said Angel to quail. "We're going to have a talk about this later." Michael gulped as Harry turned to Gabriel. "So if I'm God, what now? Cause I really would like to get to helping this Asia girl."

The two Archangels looked at each other and nodded.

"Well first close your eyes and brace yourself," instructed Gabriel. "We'll release the memories into you, after that Gods power should sort itself out."

A few seconds ticked by and suddenly Harry was seized by a massive headache: thoughts, concepts all flowed into his mind; Sacred Gears, Angels, Devils, Fallen Angels, Dragon Gods, Pantheons and many other things kept coming.

It was a strange feeling, knowing what or rather who he was now. He was Harry Potter but at the same time he was God. Memories flowed into him of a life he had not lived. Yet at the same time he had lived it. It got really confusing so Harry and more than once, Harry felt himself start to be lost under the persona of God. The pain was such that he almost gave in.

But the will that led Harry through darkness and back into the light still burned within him. He steeled his will and grit his teeth and took the pain, unwilling the succumb. He was Harry Potter, God or not, and he was not about to bend to some memories from hundreds of years ago. If the memories of the war against Voldemort didn't break him then this wouldn't either.

Once the headache passed, Harry took a deep breath as he focused back on the matter on hand. He could sense that Asia was in danger and he needed to get to her soon.

"Alright so, how do I do stuff?" asked Harry impatiently. "Those memories didn't exactly come with a 'How To' guide."

"Well in theory you just need to focus on what you want to do and you should be able to do it," explained Gabriel unsurely. "There are limitations, of course, because if every God out there was omnipotent then there probably wouldn't be a universe around right about now. But be careful or you could end up hurting people unintentionally."

"Alright so, just focus what I want to do but watch my limits because I'm extremely powerful but not all-powerful, but be careful so I don't hurt anyone, got it," Harry focused for moment on what he wanted.

There a bright flash of light and Michael was smacked on the head by a large bronze washtub.

"Ouch," exclaimed Michael, rubbing his head.

"Before you say anything I meant to do that, consider that part of your punishment for Asia," explained Harry with a glare which silenced any complaints Michael might have had. "Also, looking back on Go- my memories, I think I need to revamp the System. We're going to institute a three strikes system before Angels can fall and they can only earn a strike if do something really bad, like Murder or something along those lines otherwise they get a lesser punishment." ordered Harry thoughtfully as the two Angels nodded. "Oh and do away with that stupid purification ritual thing. It's voyeuristic and creepy as hell. Also, as long the angels get married beforehand then they can have sex with their husband/wife with no punishment. Make it so."

With those last orders Harry vanished in a white flash of light to save one of his faithful.

….. god, that was weird to even think about.

Abandoned church

Kuoh town

Harry had arrived in Japan almost instantly in a flash of light. He instantly hid his power signature, not wanting to attract the attention of the devils here just yet. Even with the memories of God helping, he was nowhere near as strong as God was before his death. He needed to practice an dsort of get back into the groove of things.

Turning his mind back on his wayward lamb, he decided that he'd better find Asia fast before something bad happened to her. He wandered about the city for a little while asking people if they had seen Asia. He even conjured up a picture of her using his new powers. So far he'd been met with little success.

Ever since he arrived he had kept practicing with his newfound powers and he had found that wizard magic was like a simply parlour trick to him. He could even change his appearance, regardless of the fact that he was never a Metamorphagus before, but he supposed that came with the territory of being God.

Realizing that he was getting attention, Harry decided to put his new ability to good use. He walked into an alleyway and turned into an eighteen year old version of himself. People were less likely to question a teen walking around town than they were an adult for some reason. Whatever the reason, it helped him right now and so he continued his search.

Eventually he got feeling tugging him towards an old abandoned church and ran toward it as quickly as he could. He made a shotgun appear in his hands and hoped he wasn't too late. Damn his saving people thing.

The Fallen Angels and Exorcists were all gathered around the machine that would remove the Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing, from Asia. Raynare simply grinned in anticipation, but was shaken from her thoughts by...gunshots?

Suddenly, the room shook from what sounded like a thunderclap or an explosion. The Exorcists were losing their cool and even Asia was wondering what was going on.

Suddenly the door exploded off of its hinges after being kicked in by a westerner holding a...shotgun? "You know how they say a Church is a house of God?" asked the westerner with a British accent. "Well I have just one thing to say to all of you."

He promptly cocked the shotgun as he stopped hiding his power signature, letting the sole Fallen Angel in the room instantly know who he was.

"GET OFF MY PROPERTY!" yelled Harry as he began to shoot the Stray Exorcists.

Raynare was frightened; hell, most of exorcists were crapping themselves. She knew who she was staring down and knew she didn't have a prayer of a chance. The aura of sheer power and holiness he was putting out was unmistakable. The last time she'd felt it had been before her Fall. She'd never forget this feeling.

To their credit not all of the exorcists ran away in fear, some had attempted to fight but had been blown away by the shotgun which fired bursts of light instead of bullets,. Not that this made it any less lethal to anyone unlucky enough to be caught in the way. Raynare remained paralyzed with fear, hoping beyond hope that He was feeling merciful.

Freed had decided to simply abscond once the man arrived. He may be crazy but he wasn't stupid enough to fight such a clearly overwhelmingly powerful enemy. Whoever it was clearly outmatched everyone here, tossing them around like rag dolls. This guy had to be either a really powerful exorcist with a Sacred Gear or maybe a really high ranking Angel. Either way, Freed was not sticking around to find out and he promptly jumped through a window, smashing it in the process.

When all of her Exorcist subordinates had been dealt with, her fellow Fallen having fled when they felt Harry's power, Harry approached Raynare and she almost ready to wet herself in fear. She could not move nor run away, Raynare's own fear preventing it.

As for Harry, he was about to kill her as well when he paused as he met her eyes. Memories from God entered his mind, memories of creating this very woman out of love and the pain her Fall caused. Looking into her mind now, Harry saw that she had Fallen out of love. Love for a man that would never love her back. He could sense the regret in her spirit and the small part of her that longed to embrace him, her Father, again.

Could he really condemn her for simply making the mistake of loving the wrong person? Sure, she had done terrible things but then so had people like Severus and he'd absolved him in the end, hadn't he?

The part of him that was still Harry felt pity for the little girl before him and so he changed his mind about killing her, if only in memory of who she once was and what she could once more be.

Still, she needed to be punished to drive the lesson home.

"Now as for you," declared Harry in a booming voice. "I strip you of your wings, I punish you to live as one of the humans you've tormented until such time as I deem you worthy of your wings."

With that declaration a burst of pain exploded from Raynare's back as she looked as her precious wings vanished into nothingness. She quickly found herself forced back in her Yuuma disguise once more.

Her Fallen Angel powers were gone as well; no light spears, no super human strength, no nothing. She was nothing more than a normal human girl now. And yet... a part of her felt relieved for some reason. At least this way maybe she can regain redemption?

After dealing with and punishing Raynare, Harry turned to the tied up Asia who was looking at him with wonder and tears in her eyes. "Is it really you, Father? Have you come to answer my prayers?"

Harry's eyes softened as he looked upon the girl who, over all the people in the world, did not deserve to suffer as she had and yet never lost her faith. If everyone in the world were even a tenth as pure as she was, maybe people like Voldemort would never exist.

"Indeed it is, my daughter," and wasn't it weird to call a girl maybe ten years younger than him his daughter! "Despite all you have suffered, all you gone through, you have never lost faith. For that alone, you deserve my personal presence in your rescue."

Asia had been quickly untied and was kneeling before him, looking down humbly. "I-I did only as any good believer would do, Father. I'm nothing special and I-I," tears came to Asia' eyes as she remembered her ex-communication. "I sinned in healing that Devil."

"No," said Harry firmly. "Go-MY faith is based upon salvation and mercy. To all and not just those who are Christian. In truth, you are perhaps my truest and most faithful follower, above even some of my angels."

Asia was shocked at his words and tried to humbly deny it. "F-Father..."

"And for that," Harry gently kneeled till he was at Asia's level, "I bless you as my True Holy Maiden as I haven't done since Holy Maria herself. May all those who gaze upon you know you walk with my grace and my favor. The one human who can stand as equal to even Archangel Michael himself."

With that, Harry laid a gentle kiss on her brow, infusing her with his holy energies and doing as he said. Now Asia would be capable of miracles beyond just her Sacred Gear as long as she maintained her faith. Her prayers would heavily damage Devils even if they weren't made for them specifically and she would be shielded from everything but the most Dark or powerful of attacks by the Holy Spirit itself.

As for Asia, she felt like crying in joy as she felt her God's Favor descend upon her. It was everything the priests at the church said it was and so much more. She could feel his Love and Mercy cover her like a veil and she knew now that she could walk into Hell itself and He would be with her.

Harry froze as he felt three Devil signatures approaching and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Three Devils approach for some reason. It seems as if my rescue of you has not gone undetected and they wish to take advantage."

Asia looked up in confusion before an idea came to her. "Can you tell me who it that approaches, my Lord?"

Harry wanted to tell her just to call him Harry but decided that would be for another day. "Their names are Kiba Yuuto, Koneko and Issei Hyoudou."

Asia's eyes widened at the name of her friend and she looked up at God in supplication. "My Lord, I know I shouldn't ask but please spare them! Issei is my friend. I know he came only to rescue me and not for anything evil. He may be a Devil but he's a good man!"

Harry looked down at Asia for a moment before sighing and smiling down at her. "Very well, Asia. I shall spare them and they shall not be harmed. However, I will send you somewhere safe while I speak to them. I shall come to you once I'm done." He turned and narrowed his eyes at the shaking Raynare. "As for you. You shall go with her and protect her with your life. Though she does not need it since she is protected by the Holy Spirit, consider this part of your repentance. Understand?"

Raynare nodded her head quickly; terrified he might change his mind and wipe her from existence. Raynare quickly walked and stood beside Asia, knowing that not obeying would mean her destruction.

With that done, Harry waved his hand and Asia and Raynare disappeared, leaving the church empty of everyone save him. Sensing the Devils approaching, a mischievous smile crossed his face.

"I can't hurt them but I never said I wouldn't prank them. Time to let the inner Marauder out."

He promptly set to work, first by summoning a Cossack and a bible. He wasn't his Fate/StayNight character but he was perfect for what he had in mind.

Issei burst into the church hoping he wasn't too late to rescue Asia. However, any thought of rescue was stopped when he felt his body become wracked with pain. Distantly, he heard a voice with a British accent echo from the front of the church.

"And when He thus had spoken, He cried with a loud voice, 'Lazarus, come forth!' And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with grave clothes, and his face was bound about with a napkin. Jesus said unto them, 'Loose him, and let him go.'" The voice finished reading the bible passage.

The pain stopped and Issei looked up to see the owner of the voice.

The owner of the voice was an older foreigner around Buchou's age with black hair and green eyes wearing a black cassock with pristine white gloves and a golden cross hanging down from his neck.

"Oh hello there," He greeted cheerfully seemingly only noticing the three devils now. "Are you here for a blessing or to confess your sins perhaps? I'm afraid this church is still undergoing renovations so if you've come for mass you'll have to come back at a later time."

The priest gestured with his arms in a sweeping motion around the church which had pieces of scaffolding in places. "So congregation won't be starting for a week or two yet. But please come then and I'll be glad to serve all of your spiritual needs."

Issei stood up and glared at the priest. "Who are you and where is Asia?" he demanded angrily. "What have you done with her?"

"Ah forgive me. The name that I choose to go by is Kirei Kotomine, but you can call me Father Kotomine," said the priest, introducing himself grandiosely before gaining a thoughtful look. "Asia? Ah yes there was a young lady of that name here but she has since been…'re-located'."

"Where did you take her you bastard?" Issei demanded again.

"Now, now there's no need for such language," admonished Kotomine with a disappointed tone. "Especially in a house of god."

Issei lost his cool and charged at the annoyingly smug priest. "Hand her over right now!" Issei demanded with his fist raised as he closed in on the priest.

"Issei wait," called Kiba hoping Issei would heed him.

"Idiot," said Koneko simply, running after him.

The priest flipped through his bible nonchalantly, apparently not concerned with Issei at all. Eventually, the pawn closed in on Kotomine and his fist traveled on its path to his face and…missed the priest completely.

Issei was stunned, it seemed as though the priest had not moved at all and yet Issei had missed. His fist was still extended past the priest's shoulder.

Kotomine simply gained a dark smirk and put his hand in front of Issei's face. Using his thumb as a base he moved his middle finger back and flicked Issei in the face. But this was no normal flick and Issei was sent speeding into the wall next to Koneko.

The priest then resumed flicking through his bible.

"Issei," called Kiba to his downed comrade and summoned his sword. "HOLY ERASER"

Kiba charged with Koneko at his side. Kotomine remained unconcerned.

"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it," said the priest as he read the bible passage.

Kiba and Koneko collapsed in pain at the holy verse, skidding into a heap on to the smooth stone floor of the church. Even as the priest stopped reading the verse a holy aura began flooding the church. It was unmistakable, Angels were coming and lots of them.

"Koneko do you feel that?" asked Kiba, getting a pained nod from the girl. "Grab Issei and let's get out of here."

Koneko nodded and retreated to the entrance. The holy presence was getting stronger by the second, and they would be neck deep in angels if they didn't leave now. Kiba ran backwards keeping his eyes on the smirking priest.

"Can you not feel it?" Kotomine asked "The presence of God is all around us, he never truly leaves the side of those us that are truly faithful."

Koneko lifted up Issei who protested as she left the church with him.

"No, let me go! What about Asia?!" demanded Issei angrily.

"I'm sorry Issei, but we can't fight Angels, especially not with how many are coming," Kiba explained as the fled the church.

"Do come again if you feel like confessing your sins," came the priests mocking voice as it trailed after them.

As he watched the Devils retreat Harry couldn't stop laughing. Watching that boy try and charge him then flicking him away was priceless. He also thought his Kotomine impression was rather good.

Harry eventually brought his laughter under control and summoned a few more angels who immediately answered his summons.

"Yes Lord, what is it you require of us?" one of them asked.

"I need a few of you to hold down the fort and get repairs on this church underway, and make sure the church is notified that this place is to have a priest attending to it," ordered Harry clearly. "The Devils have been allowed to run free for too long and it's time to bring them to heel. For now, shore up all of our territories and make sure everything is secure. I have some other business to attend to."

With those orders given Harry opened up a portal left through it.

Rias Gremory the heiress to the devil house of Gremory was not pleased. Her newest Pawn along with her Knight and Rook had gone charging off to the church to rescue a nun that Issei had befriended.

Apparently they had been expecting Fallen Angels but had been met with a priest or exorcist of some kind. He had completely wiped her pawn out with only a flick of his finger if what she was told was accurate.

Koneko and Kiba didn't get that far as the priest/exorcist had begun reading bible verses which had caused them both too much pain to get close. On top of that, Angels had prepared to enter the church and slay the intruding devils.

Luckily, her Peerage had the sense of mind to retreat and thankfully, weren't pursued. But still the fact that Heaven would send such forces into her territory was troubling. She would have to speak with Sona about it in the morning.

Rias had reprimanded the three and sent them home. Issei's face was heartbreaking but now, more than ever, they could do nothing. With the forces arrayed at the church, she doubted even Sona and her's combined peerage would be able to come out victorious.

"Are you worried about Heavens forces occupying that church?" asked her Queen, Akeno Himejima, sharp as ever.

"Yes, why would they bother to make such a daring move into our territory like this?" wondered Rias aloud. "They haven't been this audacious in centuries so why now?"

"Heaven's finally on the move after all this time huh?" replied Akeno with a touch of worry. "Seems to me like something has happened to make them bold."

"I wonder what that could be though." asked Rias as she looked out of the window "I bet that priest thinks he's really clever."

"You mean Father Kotomine?" wondered Akeno in curiosity. "Is there something that bothers you about him?"

"The name is clearly a fake," replied Rias in exasperation. "It's the name of a fake priest in the Visual novel Fate/Stay Night. Which is a well-known fact, so why use such an obviously fake name and what makes him so valuable that Heaven would be willing to send angels to protect him? It doesn't make sense."

"Well it has always been said that the best hiding place is in plain sight" pointed out Akeno hesitantly. "And this could be Heaven's way of saying 'We've put our people in near your territory, what are you going to do about it'?"

"No, that last theory doesn't much make sense to me. Big Brother always said that Heaven wouldn't want another war but he never did say why," Rias replied shooting the theory down.

"Well what else could it be?" asked Akeno in confusion.

"I don't know, but I want you and the others to be on guard and watch for their next move" ordered Rias sternly. "I'll inform Sona if she doesn't already know."

"Of course president," said Akeno dutifully.

"Oh and Akeno."

"Yes Rias?"

"Watch yourself." warned Rias. "There were many Fallen Angels and stray exorcists in that church before Heaven occupied it and whoever or whatever Heaven sent made them all run like they'd seen the Ouroboros Dragon coming for them in a foul mood."

"So you think the infinite dragon god is behind this little fiasco?" inquired Akeno with an amused smile.

"Of course not," stated Rias in exasperation. "If it was Ouroboros then Issei, Kiba and Koneko would have been vaporized before they could even get close, no we are certainly dealing with something powerful but nowhere near that powerful."

With that the conversation ended and Akeno left the room to carry out her orders leaving Rias staring up at the full moon.

AN: Here's my version of chapter 2!

Hope you liked the few changes I made to the original. At the moment, the pairing is Harry/Rias but I might change it. It won't be a harem though. Max of two girls. But for now, only Rias.

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