Chapter: 10

Chapter 10:

I arrived at Number 4 Privet Drive the next day, early in the morning. It was the weekend, so that meant everyone should be home still. Every single home in the neighborhood looked cookie-cutter identical and frankly it made me want to gag. This whole suburb felt soulless. There was no individuality anywhere to be seen. I knocked on the door.

"Tuni, someone's at the door!" I heard a man shout loudly. I figured that was Vernon Dursley.

"Who is it!?" I heard a woman loudly shout next. Obviously, Petunia Dursley.

"I don't bloody know, I can't see through walls. I'm watching the game. Get the door!"

"I'm cooking breakfast; you get it!"

"I'll get it," a third, young-sounding voice called out. I heard footsteps approach the other side of the door. It swung open, and I had to take a step back to not get smacked. "Yeah!? What is it—woah." Dudley froze for a moment as he stared at me. "Well, hello beautiful—I mean miss. Is there something I can do for you?" He leaned against the doorway and tried to look suave. I just rolled my eyes at the 14 year old boy in his pajamas trying to flirt with me.

"Dudley, who's at the door!?" Vernon called out loudly.

"The most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life!" Dudley shouted back. A second later he realized that he just shouted that out loud, and he blushed in embarrassment.

"What!?" I heard a shrill shriek. "Whatever hussy is at the door, you better not try to seduce my Duddykins!" Petunia shouted from the kitchen before she rushed towards the door herself.

"Now listen here, you—oh wow." Petunia also froze momentarily upon seeing me. Normally such a reaction would have made me giggle–if I wasn't here to deliver retribution upon the members of this household. Because of that, I was much more serious than usual right now.

"Hello, Mrs. Dursley, may I come in? I'd like to speak with your family for a bit." I asked her but my tone implied that it was in no way a request she could refuse.

Thankfully, there was no need for violence… yet. She hesitantly nodded to me before stepping aside. I followed her inside. She could clearly tell I was supernatural, and was probably hoping I wasn't here to hurt her. That remained to be seen and would depend entirely on whether she was complicit with my target over there. Vernon was sitting on a couch with his back facing us, watching a football game. He was so engrossed he didn't bother turning around to greet his guest.

"Vernon we have…a guest." Petunia announced.

"Tell them to go away. It's the weekend and I'm watching the game!"

"Who's winning?" I asked nonchalantly.

He clicked his tongue–probably annoyed that I wasn't leaving. "England, of course! As is only proper!" He exclaimed.

"What a shame…" I replied, disrespecting his favorite team just to try and rile him up. It worked.

He turned around to glare at me, only pausing momentarily at my appearance. His face went red with anger when he finally saw his 'guest.'

"Purple eyes and beauty like that can't be natural! You must be one of them freaks! What are you doing in my house!? Get out." He shouted and pointed his stubby finger at me.

"Oh, believe me, Mr. Dursley, I won't be staying long. I'm just here for a quick visit before I head out on my own way," I replied. I couldn't waste all day here. I had a demonic cult to destroy after all.

"Then what are you here for, woman!? Out with it!"

Before I answered him, I turned to Dudley and stared him right in the eyes. "Sleep!" I commanded and employed hypnosis on him. His eyes rolled back, and I caught him and set him down on the ground. Hypnosis wasn't a skill I, or most of the Angels or Fallen Angels used often. Mind magic was a borderline desecration of free will. We also hated that the Devils were so liberal in using hypnosis against humans.

"What did you do to my Dudders!?" Petunia jumped in fright. Vernon took a step back in fear as well.

"Don't worry, he's just asleep. Despite being a bully, he's still a child after all. He was just raised incorrectly. I hope whatever home he ends up in will correct his behavior in the future," I explained. The two of them gulped at what I insinuated.

"Are you threatening us?" Vernon angrily glared at me as he found his resolve and took a step towards me. He was far larger and taller than me, but I wasn't feeling remotely threatened. I might only have 10 points in strength currently, but that's still twice as strong as the average man. Also, I had my magic…

"Tell me, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley? Is this a God-fearing household?" I asked.

"Of course it is!" The woman spat out. "That's why we don't like freaks like you coming in here and interfering with our good Christian lives!"

"Good Christian lives, huh?" I laughed at the irony.

WOOSH!

My four wings emerged from my back. Petunia and Vernon's eyes immediately widened in fright.

"You're… you're… but that's not… possible." Petunia started shaking like a leaf.

I held out my hand, and a purple light spear appeared in my hand. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Layla of the Fallen. I am an angel who cannot stand injustice. And what has occurred to young Heather Potter inside this household has been a great injustice," I declared as I turned and leveled my light spear toward Vernon.

"W-What are you talking about?" Vernon asked, now trembling in fear. Sure, we weren't the most loving household, but we never put our hands on the girl!" Vernon lied directly to my face. He was rather unconvincing. Even if I hadn't heard Heather's life story, I wouldn't believe him.

"Oh, you did more than put your hands on your niece, Vernon Dursley." I said menacingly.

Petunia looked shocked at me and then at her husband.. "Vernon? I-is that true!?" Petunia questioned him. There was accusation–and disgust in her eyes.

"Are you claiming to not know what he's done to your niece over the years, Petunia?" I turned and leveled the spear at her. She yelped and took a step back in fright.

"NO! Absolutely not! Are you insinuating that he—" She couldn't finish her statement as Vernon yelled loudly.

"That's a lie! I did no such thing. I am innocent!" He yelled out. His face was red with rage.

"No, you're not," I said as I threw my light spear… at the area between the man's legs. The scream he let out didn't make me feel better, but knowing that some Justice long overdue was delivered did.

"Make sure he turns himself in for his crimes, or I will be back!" I threatened Petunia, who nodded her head rapidly in fear. Her husband was on the ground wailing in agony at his lost manhood.

I then left their disgusting house, feeling much freer. I had now done everything in my power to save Heather Potter. From here on out, her life was her own…

…

…I suppose I was being a bit melodramatic. It's not like I wouldn't be seeing Heather at the Kamar Taj whenever I went back there. Plus, I had only been looking after her for a few hours at most. It wasn't that big of a deal.

[Hidden Quest Complete! Congratulations! You have delivered upon Heather Potter a new fate! Most other Gamer's would have simply abandoned the poor girl after the first quest. Not you though! You went the extra mile to make sure she was well taken care of after!]

[Hidden Title Granted: Angel of Hope → You will do a 20% bonus damage when fighting for hope or justice.]

Huh? Neat…

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