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'Do I want to spend the rest of my eternal life with two little sisters, or two little brothers?'
I think for a while before remembering one of their defining characteristics. Both SEs are extremely clingy, especially SE2, and that isn't likely to change—ever.
"So, which one is more cuddly?"
When young, they're about the same, but when older—
'Definitely sisters! I don't want fully grown men clinging to me like glue—for ETERNITY!'
"I know it's Bros Before Hoes, but—" my face pales, 'what would happen if extremely clingy 'Bros' got horny?'
I shiver, imagining it, and promptly distract myself with peaceful, less harmful thoughts.
'Yep, I would definitely prefer having two beautiful sisters on each arm than two buff brothers. They may be part of me, but that would still weirder than hell.'
'Besides, one unusable dick is enough,' I look down with a frown.
I know I could use magic to 'resize' it or de-age myself to the point it's usable, but I actually find it detestable to change myself only for sex.
'It seems I've become more prideful too. I find it repulsive to 'lower' myself just so someone can 'handle' me.'
I sigh, but then my eyes widen in realization, and a 'smile' appears on my lips.
"With sisters, heh heh heh, you never know what could happen…"
Then I break into a coughing fit.
'Hey! Since when am I a pervert?!'
'Of course, they would only be my two, lovely little sisters, who if anyone tried to fuck, besides me, I would obliterate—'
I cough again, 'I mean, I would watch over them like any good brother. Yes, that's it!'
'Yes, pure and wholesome,' I think, nodding like a sage.
I kept nodding as another thought came to me, 'As long as I increase the genetic variability when I create their bodies, I can…'
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After becoming reacquainted with my moral compass, I think about why I'm doing this in the first place.
'I made the first SE to help me use Soulfire. It started as no more than the soul version of an A.I.'
But, I eventually upgraded its core to have the same structure as mine, and thus, the same potential for development.
It was then that I thought it could be more than just a tool, but instead, a companion for my eternal journey. And a companion that will never betray me, at that.
'And now, there are two of them, though I likely won't make any more.'
Breaking from the trip down memory lane, I start to think.
"Now for names," unfortunately, I'm terrible at coming up with names.
'Ignis and Arbor? No—too generic.'
'Lily, Janet, Crissy, Diane, Jewly, ah fuck! Think!' I collapse onto the bed behind me with an agonized look.
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After some thought, I decided two Hebrew names would be most appropriate. That way, they'll match me.
"Come out!"
In front of me, two mostly undefined silhouettes appear. They have wings, horns, and a tail, all similar to mine. Besides that, nothing else can be made out other than being humanoid.
One was made of golden fire, while the other of golden energy particles.
I walked to the fiery one, put my hands on both sides of its 'head,' and said ceremoniously, "From this moment forward, your name is Seraphina. This shall be your name for the rest of our eternity."
In response to this 'she' started to say it over and over, "S-sera—phina. Sera—phina. Seraphina. Seraphina. Seraphina…"
Smiling, I walk to the other and do the same, "From this moment forward, your name is Ilana. This shall be your name for the rest of our eternity."
Ilana didn't respond the same way, 'she' only coiled her immaterial tail around my leg. Actually—she did that as soon as I neared her…
'Sisters was definitely the right choice.'
'Next is their bodies, but I still have to figure out some things first before I make them.'
Nothing major. I just have to find a way to energize that high level of a body in a timely manner. That, or I need to find a solution for them needing to 'reconnect' with me as often as they do.
'I also want to set myself up on Earth first. I don't want to 'raise' them in this shit-stain of a place.'
There are valid reasons to let them grow up normally, even if it's at an accelerated pace.
While both have a 'soul brain' on par with mine, neither has ever had a real body and all the—mental stimulation—they come with. This has left them in a state where they only use their analytical capabilities, and everything else is relatively unused.
In order to get everything out of their brains, and life in general, they will have to develop as any living being does.
Of course, I will accelerate it to the fastest I can without harming them. At least until they reach high school age.
'Everybody needs to experience some teenage angst.'
'Wait—would they even have that? Well, it doesn't matter, they'll have to experience it from other teenagers then.'
"Ugh, I'm tired," 'not really,' "it's bedtime."
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Waking up from my nap, I immediately go to my office. Doom and Cynthia were heading there.
They had stayed in their room for the last thirteen hours. Now that it's the next day, it's time to leave.
I prepared by leaving a piece of soul here to maintain my 'seat of power.' It was only big enough to channel the realm's power and held simple 'functions' only.
It was only a simple program and nowhere near an engine. And since it was a relatively smaller and less important piece, I could go longer without reconnecting to it.
Seeing them walk in, I ask, "Are you two ready to depart?"
"Yes."
"Doomstadt, Latveria, I presume?"
Doom only nods.
I push an open palm to a nearby wall, this caused a door to appear. Opening it, the view of a bustling street appears, and just beyond is a large castle.
"There we go, Doomstadt. Not far from your castle, I believe." I turn to them, "Shall we go?"
Cynthia is the one who answers, "Um, yes, but—won't you stick out the way you are?"
"Huh? OH! Yes, I suppose you're right." It took a second for me to realize what she meant.
With a snap of my fingers, my horns, wings, and tail start to disintegrate into dense golden energy.
While it didn't take long to complete, it was only because I'm in my realm, and I can speed it up here.
'Yep, I have to make this process faster.'
Now, I was just a seven-foot, overly handsome—to the extreme—hunk of muscle. And I don't have special highlights, tattoos, or some other shit, either.
"That should be good. Shall we?" I motion to the door.
Doom goes first, followed by Cynthia, then me.
Walking through, I see the bustling street, busy citizens, and the castle up ahead. All in all, it was very good-looking, and I could tell it would get much better in the future.
"It seems you're a competent ruler, Mr. Doom," I say with a smile as I look around.
"I may rule with an iron fist, but I truly care for MY people. Everything that I do is to make sure they are free from harm and to give them a better life, away from the strife the rest of the world faces," Doom says with both pride and seriousness.
I nod in agreement, 'It's a good thing for them that Doom got his mother back now before he delved deeper into his own brand of—insanity.'
"Well, I think I'll have a look around and then head off," I say to the duo.
Cynthia looked at Doom before he said, "If there is anything you need assistance with in the future, you are free to ask. I owe you at least this."
I nod and am about to turn away before I stop. "Actually—there may be something you could help me out with right now, it's nothing complicated."
They both look at me, waiting for me to continue.
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'WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SIGNS?!'
I'm currently trying to leave JFK airport after having my newly made Latverian passport stamped.
'This way, I'm a 'real' person, and I don't have to worry about some 'agency' getting all up in my business because I popped up out of nowhere and started doing stuff—like breathing.'
'It'll be normal that they don't find anything considering Latveria keeps all their citizen's data to themselves.'
On record, I'm a university transfer student that will go to Empire State University(ESU) after winter vacation.
'Whether I actually do that or not, I don't know. It'll depend on how everything else pans out.'
It could provide many opportunities in the future, though. A devilish smile spreads on my lips.
I must have been giving off a bit too much charm because a few ladies nearby almost tripped over themselves while walking.
'Oops… but definitely not sorry.' My lips only curl more.
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//Note//
Very apt names if you ask me.
SE1 = Seraphina - It means: 'The one that burns.'
SE2 = Ilana - It means: 'Born on a tree.'
The tree doesn't count as a body for Ilana. It's only a tool to better connect with external energies that she can temporarily inhabit.
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Yeah—I have little brothers, and I don't really feel like writing about little brothers. And I honestly think that unless I turn this into a comedy fic, brothers are just the wrong way to go.
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I don't really want this to be a school fic, so if the MC goes to uni, there won't be many characters he interacts with, OR, I will try to mix it up enough to make it—not boring.
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MCs Power Level:
*Keep in mind that while the rebirth made him stronger, that wasn't its goal. Its purpose was to take off the 'level cap' if you will.*
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With realm energy, he is definitely at Skyfather level, HOWEVER, he lacks experience.
He trained a million years with a butter knife, and now he has a one-ton sword. It will take some time to use it effectively.
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Without the realm, I would put him at just entering the High-Herald level.
Not because he has much more energy, but because his body can use it better now.
*Remember, he can use internal energy indefinitely. So he can hit above his level.*
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How strong is his body without using energy?
That's like asking how strong Hulk is without gamma or how fast a car can go without gas. Can your body move without ATP?
If it was off the energy naturally produced by his body without taking from the environment or soul, then it would be above 100 tons.