Chapter 8.5 - Date A Interlude 1

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A normal morning. Or rather the type of morning that's been my normal for the past few weeks. Everything changed for the better 3 weeks ago.

When I was broken, and couldn't take anymore, She appeared and gave me my power.

My angel, Gabriel.

Finally, I could put those worthless men in their place. Finally, I could rid them of their desire to be above me. Finally, they can be what they were meant to be.

Trash.

The same goes for women too, all humans, really. When I was in despair, in loneliness, did anyone ever reach out to help me? No. No one did.

But now, I can put all those worthless humans aside, and have them serve me.

As I sit in the living room of my mansion, a girl, one of many whose names I don't know, pours me a cup of tea. As I pick up the cup and take a sip, I wave my hand to her, a signal to leave.

When I got this power, I thought I had confirmed my desire. My desire to put the cruel species known as humanity below me.

But why can't I stop thinking about that boy's words?!

"Remember that humans are capable of great good and great evil in equal measure. Don't give up on we humans just because you've seen the worst of what we can do. We can be better."

Great good?! What a sick joke!

Humans are worthless, less than trash! How could they be capable of anything good?!

Those people that were my fans turned on me the very instant they heard I'd done those things! Those worthless peons kicked me to the curb after that fucker tried to get me to bed him!

Humans are evil. Cruel. Worthless. Meaningless.

But enough of that. I need to calm down and take my mind off of this.

I take a sip of tea. It's warmth careening down my throat, soothing my woes. Picking up the remote, I turn on the television. Interestingly, a news report is on. How odd, I usually don't care for the news.

"Last night, at 22:39, a secret military base located on Neryl Island, an island in the Pacific, was attacked by terrorists. The facility was owned by the British Government and funded by Deus Ex Machina Industries. However, for on what we've learned, is that the site became fully autonomous roughly 10 years ago.

We are currently unsure of the plan exact number of casualties, yet the only people that sustained injuries were scientists and guards. Fortunately, none of the prisoners were harmed in the attack.

Yes, you heard that right. Prisoners. The people running this facility were performing tests and other God-forsaken things to people held captive here."

See? See?! Another example of humanity's cruelty. They're all evil!

"We interviewed a few of the prisoners that were rescued by authorities, when they arrived early this morning."

The footage cuts from the female anchor, standing on the beach, to a middle-aged man. His hair is long and unkempt, yet is also receding in the front. His skin is deathly pale and seems to stick to his very bones. His clothes, if you can even call them that, are disheveled. His eyes, brown and lifeless, are sunken into his face, a glimpse into the horrors he's witnessed there.

"How long have you been here, sir?"

"Uh... what year is it exactly?"

"2022."

The man's eyes widen in shock and confusion.

"20... 22...? ... Seven years. I've been here seven years? I suppose time did seem to slip away at one point."

His voice is labored, and quiet. Haunted, even.

"Can you tell me what happened last night?"

"...same as usual. All of us, forced into cramped cells after a long day. Usually, they'd randomly pick one of us to 'experiment on' sometime during the day. It wasn't experiments. It was torture. They'd cut off our fingers or break our limbs or do any number of things, then inject some stuff in us and we'd be perfectly healed by the next day.

Last night though, everything was normal, until an explosion went off. Sirens started blaring, guards grabbed their weapons. Scientists running for dear life. I had no idea what was going on.

Then he showed up.

Some guy, dressed in honest to God armor shows up, and begins knocking out the guards. They shot at him, but he just flipped around 'em! He was doing moves even the most athletic people couldn't do!

When they all went down, he says 'Don't worry, you're safe now.' Then he walks to the control panel and punches straight through it! All the doors swung open.

He lead us to the beach and said authorities would arrive and that we'd be safe here. This lady, she asked him why he was doing this.

All he said was 'These people've caused too much pain in this world. I wanted to tip the scales. Show the world we humans can be kind, and not just hurt others.' "

"!!" I let out an audible gasp, and though it might've been my imagination. Those words seem ever so familiar.

That boy said he was a Spirit... could he save saved those people? No. Impossible. Humans can't be kind.

They can't.

"I'll never forget those words. When I get back home, I'm gonna be a better person. I'm gonna show people the kindness that man showed us."

The footage changes again to the anchor standing on the beach.

"The people in charge of this facility were cruel to all, equally. One of the prisoners was a former guard, who attempted to rebel against them. Two more, scientists, who couldn't stand the inhumane things going on.

They even tortured a pregnant woman! She was interviewed, but wished to not appear on television. She claimed that after her son was born in the facility, she never saw him again. That is, until last night.

The two had a heartfelt reunion. The young boy, six years old, claims most of the things he can remember were painful, showing that today, we really have seen the worst of what humanity has to offer. But-"

The footage changes to scenes to authorities helping the prisoners. People hugging one another, thankful to be alive.

"We've also seen the best of what humanity has to offer as well. That 'armored man', whoever he was, did save those people. We, as a species truly are capable of equal amounts of great good and great evil."

The words hit me, like a freight train, yet again. Just as they did the day before yesterday.

"Neither the British Government nor Deus Ex Machina Industries have give comment on this incident, back to you in the studio."

I press a button on the remote, turning off the tv. The words of that woman, that man and that boy all fresh in my mind.

Is humanity truly capable of good? Why did no one ever show me such kindness?

Why?

Why?!

"WHY?!"

"Onee-sama?!" The girl from before bursts into the room, in worry.

"Oh, my apologies, I got a little worked up is all." I say sitting back down. In my turmoil, I seem to have stood up and screamed. "Be a dear and fetch me some more tea."

"R-Right away, Onee-sama!" She yells, running off.

It seems that my mood has only been made worse. Perhaps I'll go 'shopping' later. Not that I'll need any money.

Not when I can do what I please.

The girl desired to be shown kindness. The same kindness that man showed those prisoners.

The kind she was never shown not too long ago.

She wished for proof that humanity wasn't cruel. Wasn't evil.

She wished to have people not abuse those lower than them on the social ladder. Those weaker than them.

Her angel granted her power.

Without realizing it, she had become the very type of person she despised most.

One who walks over the weak.

AN

Just a short little interlude I wanted to write before I move on to the big stuff next time.

This interlude is set the day after Issei and Pals raid the DEM base.

Miku was shown to be bit brattier than in canon, this due to her just getting her powers, she acts like a kid in a candy shop, taking what she wants. In canon, Shido met her 6 months after she got her power, so it stands to reason that she 'calmed down'.

Here, however, Issei's words have had an impact on her. What will happen when next they meet?

Edit: July 25th, 2022: Fixed a typo.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and look forward to the next!