59 Burdened With Glorious Purpose

Entry 52:

Linus Ozias POV:

After checking in with Sandalphon, she sent me away to speak with the other archangels to decide on what to do next. 

With the time I have, it's time to brush myself up on the timeline because typically, the High School DXD canon begins in April of 2018 with the new timeline from Slashdog.

Right now, it's the beginning of March 2018, so the fallen angels should not be moving into Kuoh town for another couple of weeks.

  And in the events that will be transpiring there, Issei Hyoudou will die and be reincarnated by Rias Gremory.

I should watch out for alternate-universe elements, and from my memories, things seem to line up with the usual universe other than a few key distinct differences.

Such as the fact that Gabriel who is a woman in this universe looks a lot more serious and knowledgeable in comparison to her alternate self and wears a blindfold.

  When asked about it, Gabriel said she saw something that could barely be made out but said it looked glorious, and then she looked at me. She didn't say anything, but she just looked at me.

She never told us what she saw, and while that could have ramifications for the future, I need to deal with the immediate threat: the church in this universe is the worst.

  From the holy sword project to the Siegfried experiments or just the tip of the iceberg, we lose more and more people to the Devils or fallen angels every day.

And honestly, I could see why people would want to be reincarnated or make deals with Devils and fallen angels, as they could learn many secrets of magic. Still, the result is an increased number of stray devils and priests.

" This cannot continue, as this reminds me of the Worm universe before I showed up," I thought to myself.

Although you could say this universe is worse because of the overabundance of mythologies and various mythological beings running around.

While worm I could control using technology, this place will be more difficult because you can't precisely check for magic with standard technology.

But I do not have just everyday technology; I have knowledge that can destroy worlds and could give beings like great red over run for his money. 

I need to create my own group, one that may act as a defender, a steadfast defender of the world. While I take over Heaven from within, I will rule over a secret faction that will pull the strings around the globe.

While I respect God for his work, the state he left the world in is deplorable and requires change. I will not be blinded by the devotion of my previous memories.

I see it now. This world is surrounded by chaos and must be purged.

These comments would be a lot more epic if I had the abilities of a psyker from Warhammer, but sadly, I do not, at least not yet.

If this world requires a new God, I will become that God, and I have the perfect set of events to set that up. 

I toggle my tinker of fiction ability back to weekly. While I have spent my daily charges, they will be replenished by midnight tonight. 

And luckily, with each year I live, the daily charges will increase by 5.

For now, I must continue my training as I am on the verge of a breakthrough to ultimate class, in addition to the fact that I must discover the intricacies of holy magic and hopefully develop a unique ability that all high-level archangels have.

So I returned to my residence within the lower levels of Heaven, which is sizable enough and has its own training ground, as due to the lower number of Angels, we were able to divvy up the space much more generously.

While my current residence was sufficient for the body's previous owner, it is lackluster for now, so it requires improvement.

So I reached into my pool of creation magic that had grown tremendously in the following years in the worm universe nearing God Class. I placed my hand on the wall of my residence as I felt it change.

What was once stone and wood turned into walls of programmable metal that I may shape at my will, and what was once basic furniture turned into advanced technological marvels.

This will attract attention because, unlike my previous universe, I am within the regular stretches of Heaven, and sadly, I have to deal with neighbors.

The response was pretty immediate as the surrounding angels looked on at the change, with some curious at the change and some with trepidation. 

As I enter my home, I expect guests soon enough, but I need to rearrange as well for now. I no longer have my servants. I am not so lazy that I have not learned anything about interior maintenance and decoration from Kara.

God, I miss them, and it's only been a couple of days.

Eventually, I will find my way back to them; they can survive without me, and then I can thrive as I know they're always behind me. 

But for now, I need to focus on improving my spear. While it looks like the Telesto Spear, it is not, as it is only a basic holy weapon, not for long.

So, as I head down into the basement of my home, I prepare the nano forge. With the schematics of the original spear created by Sanguinius, the weapon is changed and altered to hold more properties than simply being a holy weapon.

As time passes and the nano forge restructures the weapon, I make use of one final ingredient.

My angelic blood holds my spiritual essence so that only those with my blood will never fear this spear and its power.

So, as I use a blade of holy power to cut the palm of my hand, I let the blood drip into the forge hold, and as it mixes with the spear, it begins to shine in bright blue and yellow light.

"Creation in its most beautiful form," I mutter to myself as the spear forms before me.

The nano forge then releases the weapon before me, and as I pick it up, I feel whole, and the spear seemingly hums in excitement as it returns to me.

My new spear tip now glows in a frozen blue light that feels hot to the touch, and as I pour my emotion into the spear, it reacts as the spear shines brighter and brighter. The tear-shaped tip ignites in bright, holy, frozen-like flames.

"It truly is so fine a gift, and if Scathach from Fate was here, I would ask her to teach me, but such goals are for the future," I think, expecting nothing of it.

But for now, another weapon must be forged: The Blade Encarmine, a weapon wielded by the sons of Sanguinius and, most prominently, the  Chapter Master, Belarius. The sword is said to only respond to and activate for those who carry the gene seed of Sanguinius.

Instead of the gene seed, it shall be bound to me through my blood and body and shall aid in striking death to the traitors of my new Heaven.

The warp does not exist here, but the Dimensional Gap does. In that dimension between realities, I found the perfect energy to use.

I shall use the energies of emptiness and nothingness to forge my creation, my will upon this new world.

If anyone who reads this is wondering how I got these energies, I sent out a couple of probes to the dimensional gap when I arrived to gain samples of this energy. 

The probes had orders to sneak between realities to return home, and luckily, while Heaven can detect magical and physical intrusions, how can you sense probes that are bleeding in and out of existence.

I look to both probes that hold samples of this energy. As I analyze it using some of my analysis magic, I can understand a part of the energies. It's a start.

I will pour some charges tomorrow into this analysis of magic in hopes that I can create a type of magical mystic eyes that can analyze all kinds of magic.

The fact that I will get to study actual magic leaves a smile on my face, as the possibilities I have are now endless.

So, as the energies pour into the Nano Forge, I place the weapon's design and then the required materials within the forge, and it begins its work.

The reaction is quite violent, but the materials I created were meant to hold power that could destroy galaxies at a minimum. One sword created with a sample of energies from the dimensional gap will barely make a dent.

The process took a couple of hours, and luckily, I could ward my residence so that no energies leaked out by placing angelic runes within the walls.

But before the process is complete, I hear a knock at the door. As I go to answer, I see Michael and Gabriel standing there with Michael smiling as he usually does and Gabriel giving me an almost vacant look.

It's hard to tell how she actually feels because of that blindfold she wears, but I do see that she's analyzing something.

  I give the two a slight bow as I welcome them to my home,  "Lord Michael and Lady Gabriel. I welcome you both to my abode. May I ask the reason for your visit ?"

Michael says calmly, " Anakim, I would like to inquire about the changes to your residence as they were rather drastic and surprised the other Angels. What brought about this change?"

I respond as I welcome them both inside and shut the door. "The reason is actually rather simple, Lord Michael. I just designed a change of scenery for myself and a new space to develop some of the new ideas I have had recently."

This seemingly does not affect the two as they look around the place with interest and curiosity.

Gabriel then chimes in by asking, " This change would not have anything to do with the recent goings-on in America, now, does it?"

"No, Lady Gabriel, this has been a developing idea for a couple years now, and now I am simply acting upon a new prerogative,"  I say as I pull out Telsto. Once out of its sheath, the two immediately notice the changes.

Michael then asks, with almost worry in his tone, "Anakim, What have you done to your spear? It feels entirely different but almost calming but almost calming in a way that feels familiar." 

Gabriel attempts to touch it, but the weapon simply phases through her hand. " This spear feels almost alive as it simply rejected me holding it. Did you have anything to do with this, Anakim?"

I nod as I answer while putting Telesto across my back. " Yes, Lady Gabriel, I have simply improved upon the original design of my weapon as it felt too basic and too generic for my tastes, and with the world being as it is, I felt like I needed better equipment for what I feel is coming."

Michael notes my words and asks, " Do you feel troubled, brother, worried for the future? And if I ask, why do you feel this way?" 

I sit on one of the chairs as I answer, " It is more of a feeling, brother. I am no seer,  but I feel that great change is upon us, and I am simply preparing for it."

The two look worried about my state of mind as my thoughts could be seen as a detriment to my growth as an angel.

It is understandable that while we are made to fight in God's name and remain steadfast, we are not meant to truly ponder the future because if one considers the future, one cannot remain in the present.

But unlike the rest of the Angels, I need not fear falling, but they do not need to know that just yet.

With this interest in my current state of being and my creations and acts of valor, I may rise through the ranks and become what this world needs.

A new God to stem the rise of chaos.

It's only a matter of time.