Anakim, Your Friendly Neighborhood Angel

Entry 56:

Linus Ozias POV:

You know, the one problem with being an angel in this universe? I can't shapeshift like the Devils can, and do you know how hard the life of an 8-foot-tall man can be in small spaces?

OK, so I assume you guys want some context, so the mission I need to protect the girl for a couple of weeks, and while her company isn't very dangerous, what I can sense around her is.

Around a couple of the guards of this church are corrupt and are taking bribes from the Devils to let them know if there are any possible members for their peerages.

Let's just say that they will not be showing up for tomorrow's mass.

The introduction was rather humorous because the church members began to bow down as soon as I appeared. At the same time, the nun in question just stared at me with her large green eyes.

How this nun has not become an angel baffles me. The purity is almost blinding.

If I were a degenerate, this amount of purity would be a turn-on to corrupt her.

But my tastes lie in kitsunes/scarlet hair and milfs nuff said.

I am still waiting for my time to go to Kyoto and find that nine-tailed beautiful woman. The daughter is just an add-on and seems like a wonderful girl.

(Do not judge me. Yasaka, to me, is one of my top three in DXD, along with Rossweisse and Grayfia.)

But back to the introduction, as soon as they began to bow to me, I scanned each and every one of their minds. I do not believe in privacy.

Specifically, I do not believe in privacy in high-tech or magical worlds.

Essentially, I am prescribing the notion of constant vigilance from a particular- one-eyed wizard.

I do not want to be one of those main characters who gets surprised or betrayed like those cultivation novel protagonists at the beginning of their stories because there will be no heaven-defying luck for me.

This may seem hypocritical because I have meta-essences flowing through me, but I stand by my hypocrisy.

As soon as I appeared, they bowed before me, with some even forgetting to bow at my majesty, and I spoke with my mask projecting my voice.

" Please rise, for in my presence we are all equal and know that I am only here for one purpose, and that purpose being the Holy Maiden may be under a possible threat." 

This shocks them, with one being particularly nervous he will be dealt with later.

" I asked that you all do not speak of my presence here so as not to alert any possible leaks within our walls."

Some began to protest, saying it would be impossible for any of them to be traitors, for they all follow the Lord's will.

I almost laugh, and luckily, my mask is hiding my face because the number of stray priests has been increasing alarmingly over the past couple of years. Asia looks at me in silence, still in awe of my mere presence.

Oh, right, she has yet to meet an angel, so this will be her first contact, and actually seeing an angel is quite rare as with God's death, most are afraid to even leave Heaven in fear of falling. 

I raised my hand, silencing them. " I am not accusing any of you; I am simply being open-minded, for while we all may be in the House of God, not all may believe in his teachings."

I turn my head towards a certain priest who is still sweating bullets. But I do not say anything.

This seems agreeable with them as they return to their business as I collapse my wings and dismantle my armor.

Upon seeing my face, some female nuns begin to blush, and some straight-up turnaround and start giggling in a slightly creepy way. 

I blame this universe being one home to perverts as even holy maidens cannot escape the aura this university exudes. 

As the members of this convent return to their duties, I pull Asia aside to have a private conversation. 

"Lord Angel, what do you require of me?" she says in a nervous tone.

Young girl that sounds like the beginning of a blackmail hentai story. Change your phrasing, please.

"If whatever you need from me, I give it willingly, my lord," Asia says as I simply sigh internally.

I swear that Rob is laughing his ass off right now at my pain.

"Young Asia, it's nothing imperative. I wish to know the church's new saint, Not from your duty but who you are as a person," I say while beckoning her to sit on the pew beside me.

I can't sit down as my weight, and my hundreds of pounds of angelic muscle would crack this wood like a slim stick.

"Well, my Lord, I have nothing that I know of that may interest you." The girl says, almost downcast, as I simply smile.

"Young Asia, it is not experience that may spark interest but perspective." And as I say this I almost think of how much of a double standard that is.

Because before my reincarnation, I had the same problem. Anything I spoke of would be seen as odd or disinteresting.

While most spoke of their tax returns or various life experiences, I had little to talk about at the moment. If I thought about it longer, I could have figured out something, but I always felt like that odd man out.

Looking back, I realized how socially inept I was and maybe still am. While I do have increased confidence due to my experiences in the worm universe and my memories as an angel, I never really overcame that aspect of myself.

" Let me give you an example. While one may seemingly have the most standard of life, there are always things they could focus on and have conversations with, like the individual flowers they may grow in their garden and the similarities one may hold with another."

" In fact, I could be considered boring myself, and the life of an angel could be considered exciting by the human living standard. It could be compared to a regular security job."

Asia took this information in and said," Well, when I'm not praying or healing others, I like to walk around the convent and watch the sunset from the church tower as I bear witness to the beauty of God's creation." 

The stars in her eyes are rather lovely, as her devotion to the Lord is very commendable. If she simply had more courage and experience, she could become one of the strongest defenders of the church.

But then I hearken back to what Kratos said to his son Atreus that even with his heart, one can become a warrior, and simply holding in one's emotions can, in fact, be a detriment.

Others are simply empathetic and do not wish to harm others for any moral or religious reasons just because their existence rejects violence.

I see that same glow around this young girl, and while she may be forced to fight, she will never enjoy it. 

" I also enjoy speaking with those after I heal them as well. I receive little thanks. Just knowing that I played a role in their lives is enough." 

I could understand that feeling as seeing the looks on people's faces as you enrich their lives is nice.

But while I take gratification from it, this girl is simply happy to play a part. In the face of such purity, most men would consider themselves a fraud.

As I place my hand on the girl's head, she seems almost surprised and leans into it. " You are a powerful young woman, Asia, even if you do not believe it."

She almost shakes her head at this. But I continue, " Almost anyone can pick up a blade and hurt someone, but it takes a lot to be willing to heal anyone."

I then placed my finger over her heart. " This is the strongest weapon. It has changed destinies and saved worlds, and all you need to do is believe."

In technicality, I am right because look at Fairy Tail. Their entire world operates over the power of friendship and heart.

I don't even want to go into the clusterfuck that is Kingdom Hearts.

Speaking of which, I would really like to get my hands on one of those key blades because those weapons are both unique and ridiculous simultaneously.

The girl then pumps her fists and says, " You're right, Lord Angel, but how do I become stronger if I don't want to fight." 

" All you need do is focus on developing your magics or sacred gear because healing has many other means than just helping people. Because what can be given can also be taken away." 

I leave the young nun with this thought, but not before introducing myself. 

"Also, young Asia, my name is Anakim, but you may call them friend."

As her eyes light up like radiant emeralds, I fly up to the church tower and begin to meditate.

For there is still time until Diodora appears.

And there is always time for improvement.

So, I will train and train until I stand above them all.

Because in war, innocence is always the first thing that is lost.