Chapters 1-5

Chapters 1-5

One second I was walking to another dreary day of work and the next I found myself floating...here. Was I in space? I was floating in some kind of void and all around me I could see floating lights and glowing clouds. Were those... stars and nebulas!?

[Congratulations! → You died!]

Floating in front of me all of a sudden was a holographic screen saying... I died? “No way! I was just walking down the street a second ago, heading to work. I didn’t die!” I exclaimed.

The floating screen in front of me changed as a new message appeared.

[An old lady accidentally dropped her flower pot on the 18th floor of her apartment building. It landed right on your head unfortunately and BAM–instant death.]

“Really!? That’s such bullshit! All those years of schooling...all those years of grinding away at my job and for what? Nothing but a completely stupid and random end apparently...”

[Well that's just life. Would you like to start a new game? Please select your choice.]

[Yes] [Also Yes]

“Holy shit! I can become a gamer!? Wait, why is there no option for no?”

[No one ever chooses ‘no’ so we removed it.]

“Fair enough.” I said as I selected yes.

[New game commencing. Beginning character creation... Please select your race.]

[Human] [???] [???]

“How come two of those races are blurred out? Can I not pick them?” I asked. My hand was already hovering over the holographic screen ready to press ‘human.’ The system's response stopped me, however.

[Those two races are a surprise. Rest assured they are humanoid in appearance. They also come with bonus stats and special abilities along with their own racial drawbacks.]

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[Both races are indeed superior to humans physically and magically. They are both also technically immortal races.]

I immediately took my hand away from the human icon before I accidentally pressed it! “What the hell!? Why would anyone pick ‘human’ if those races were so much better!?” I complained to the system.

[All gamers eventually become the top powers in their respective multiverses regardless of their starting race unless they are killed and get a game over. Some gamers also enjoy the extra challenge of starting off weaker. In the end it doesn't particularly matter. Gamer’s are also unageing as well. Even if they initially pick ‘human’ as their race.]

I’d rather not make it harder on myself early on and get a game over. I had a choice between the two hidden selections so I just picked the middle icon.

[Race selected→ Fallen Angel (DxD)]

Woah! I’m going to be an actual angel... well a fallen angel, but still! That was amazing! I would be able to fly, speak any language and have cool magical light powers.

[Your appearance has been created based on your ideal self. Please confirm if your character's appearance is acceptable.]

My perspective suddenly shifted and I felt nauseous for a moment. “Holy crap! I’m seeing stuff in third person!” My body had apparently completely changed in appearance. Wow, I was absolutely drop dead gorgeous! The Fallen Angels in DxD were all beautiful after all. My new body looked to be in it’s early 20’s. I had a heart shaped face with luscious lips. My hair was now jet black and ran almost all the way down my back. My eyes were supernaturally purple. My figure was also a perfect hourglass and like most women from DxD, my breasts were now much larger. They were sitting at a D cup easily. “I look absolutely perfect. Thank you system!”

[The host is welcome→ Racial drawbacks found! Sin of lust has been added to the player as a permanent trait that cannot be removed.]

“Sin of lust?” I said. That wasn’t so bad. “I probably suffered from the sin of lust when I was human before anyway. My computer hard drive was packed with–”

[The system knows... it has seen your memories.]

I coughed awkwardly. “Alright then is that it?”

[Not quite. Now displaying status sheet:]

[Name: Layla of the Fallen]

[Age: N/A due to being immortal]

[Level 1:

[HP: 1000/1000]

[MP: 100/100]

[Vigor: 100]

[Strength: 10]

[Intelligence: 10]

[Luck: 0]

[Available Free Stat Points: 10]

[Skills: None]

“Are those stats good? Is there like a reference to base those off of?” I asked my system.

[The average baseline human has about 5 for all stats. As a fallen angel, your starting stats are vastly higher. Especially your vigor.]

Heather Potter looked about as I’d imagined a female Harry would. She had messy brown hair and was still wearing the signature round glasses. She was currently whimpering in pain as Voldemort cut off his spell as he turned to his followers to gloat to them.

“Do you see now!? Do you all see!? I, Lord Voldemort have returned! And I have bested Dumbledore’s fabled chosen one! Now no one will stop me and us as we take this world for ourselves!” Voldemort held his hands up high and delivered his speech to the dozen or so Death Eaters present.

I used observe on the man.

[Tom Riddle Aka Lord Voldemort: Lvl 22]

I wasn’t sure if that was a high level or not. I had nothing to compare it to. I looked at another recognizable character and used the skill again. I also used it on Heather.

[Lucius Malfoy: Lvl 11]

[Heather Potter: Lvl 9]

Okay, so voldemort was definitely a lot stronger than everyone else here. I was also currently sitting at level 1. So I definitely did not want to fight him.

That’s without the fact that his favorite spell happens to be the one hitter quitter instant death curse. If this comes to combat, that’s going to be an extremely difficult spell to fight against considering it’s unblockable.

[Host is misinformed. The killing curse would not instantly kill you. The spell simply does 200 HP of damage every cast. There exists no non-enhanced humans who have more HP than that, which is why it's thought to be unsurvivable.]

“Thanks for the info system.” At least that was good news for me. I could tank 19 of those before death. Would I be able to beat Voldemort?

[Host should not attempt such a feat at such a low level. Keep in mind that while the killing curse deals 200 HP spiritual damage, there are plenty of other spells that deal far more physical and magical damage.]

Well there goes my plan of fighting him. I guess that leaves the method the other two winged Fallen taught me about when coming across humans... lying and making them believe I’m some kind of higher level being far above them. A divine being that is far above the ‘pathetic mortals.’ Yeah, a lot of my fallen siblings are assholes. Apparently though, it actually works quite often. Their religions condition the humans to think we Angels are higher beings than they are. To be fair, usually when the other Fallen use this lie, it’s to trick their way into a human's bed... I never understood that. We Fallen were sinfully beautiful after all. I don’t think any of us would even need to lie to get into a human's bed... except Kokobiel. He is literally the only ugly Angel in existence. Everyone believes Father was drunk when he created him...

As i was lost in thought, Voldemort had finished his monologue to his followers and now wanted to ‘duel’ Heather. As if this was really a duel. The poor girl looked so battered and exhausted she could barely even stand right.

“Come now Heather,” Voldemort sneered at the poor trembling girl. “Don’t you know proper wizarding etiquette? First you must bow... So bow.” From a few dozen feet in the air, I cringed as I watched the lunatic forcing Heather to bow to him with his magic. The spectating ring of death eaters were snickering as Heather trembled in fear.

“I think that's enough of that don’t you Tom.”

I slowly descended towards the ground. I made sure to keep my four black wings spread wide out to try and carry this ruse to perfection. Internally I was scared shitless that Voldemort would just immediately start firing spells at me on sight, but I sighed in relief when I noticed that he actually was looking at me with trepidation... and dare I say fear? I smirked internally. Time to see how good an actor I was.

[Skill Gained: Acting lvl 1. →The Acting skill is how talented one is when they are lying or performing.]

Oh, nice!

From below Heather looked up at me as well and her eyes also widened in shock. I gave her a soft smile that caused her to have some hope on her face. I followed that by turning my head and giving Voldemeort a harsh glare which actually caused him to take a step backwards.

“What the hell? Angels are real!? Hermione never mentioned them at all!” I snickered as I heard Heather talk to herself in shock.

I lowered myself to about 10 feet off the ground. I was hovering closer to Heather. At any moment, I was ready to grab her and bolt before my ruse was exposed!

“Be not afraid, humans. I am Layla of the Fallen.”

-Lord Voldemort-

“Come now Heather,” Voldemort sneered at the poor trembling girl. “Don’t you know proper wizarding etiquette? First you must bow... So bow.” Tom cackled out loud as he forced the pathetic girl to bow to him. Finally his vengeance was at hand! All the pain and agony he had endured, when his body was ripped to pieces by his own spell bouncing back at him, would be repaid upon this girl today! Tom would now ‘duel’ Heather in front of his loyal followers and kill the girl. They would all see he was invincible after that!

“I think that's enough of that. Don’t you Tom.” A woman's voice called out from... above him? Tom was furious that someone not only dared to interfere, but also used his filthy muggle name. Whoever this interloper was, Tom vowed he would kill her!

Tom angrily looked upwards, expecting to see some random witch flying in on a broom. Except, that's not what he saw. Instead, the woman he saw caused him to temporarily freeze in trepidation. Memories of all those horrible orphanage days being and being forced to attend muggle church!

She was beautiful... if that kind of thing still mattered to him. He had long ago sacrificed his manhood in an ancient Sumerian ritual in order to gain more magical power and control. In his mind it was a fair trade.

What caused him to be cautious though were those wings. Four jet black wings extending out from behind her. Tom was never a true believer... He never even found so much of a hint of Angel’s being a real thing! He was angry at himself for not searching hard enough. Tom was someone who grew up a muggle and then found out magic was real. He knew that all myths had some basis in fact!

Tom was also incredibly paranoid. What were the odds that only mere moments after he resurrected himself from death an Angel showed up? Tom was cautious because he was afraid this angel had been sent by death herself to reclaim his soul!

‘SHE WILL NOT HAVE IT!’ He shouted in his mind angrily. ‘I AM LORD VOLDEMORT! I AM ABOVE DEATH!’

“Be not afraid, humans. I am Layla of the Fallen.” The angel spoke out again. Her voice had a musical chime to it that couldn’t help but cause everyone around to listen.

“Who the hell are you, you half breed bitch! To dare fly in here and interrupt our Lord!” Tom wanted to curse the man who yelled out. It was one of his more loyal, but also stupider followers that managed to stay out of Azkaban by some miracle. Tom vaguely remembered that this man was particularly hateful against any mixed races. ‘Of course, this buffoon was a pureblood wizard, and had absolutely no idea what an angel was!’ Tom angrily thought.

Tom watched as the angel just floated there in the air. She only spared his foolish follower a casual glance before she ignored the man and she turned her head back to him and his hated enemy Heather Potter.

“I assure you, that I am no half breed. I was created in Heaven. Created by my Father, God himself.” The angel spoke out. Tom noticed that Heather’s eyes widened in shock at that revelation. As did his own, to his resignation.

‘Fuck...’ Tom cursed in his mind.

“God!? Hah! He’s nothing more than filthy mudblood superstition! He’s not real! The only thing that’s real is magic and its greatness. We, the purebloods are magics chosen! And I’m not going to stand here and let some filthy half breed like you tower over us acting all high and mighty. I’ll kill you first!” Tom’s follower ranted and screamed out. Tom was considering yelling at his follower to hold his tongue, but he didn’t. Tom wanted to see where this went. He wanted to see if an Angel was truly as powerful as they were supposed to be in the stories!

“You think you can kill me?” The angel laughed with that musical voice of hers. “Very well go ahead and try it!” She smiled and spread her arms wide as if taunting all of them. All of the death eaters glared angrily at the angel while the one who had been screaming at her stepped forward.

“Die bitch! Avada Kedavra!” Tom watched as the killing curse was perfectly cast from the man’s wand. He smiled to himself at the sight that at least this particular hadn’t grown rusty and could still cast the most feared curse in their world on command.

“No! You have to move!” Heather Potter let out a shriek of fright towards the angel. It was too late though. The green curse flew forward and struck true! It impacted the angel right on her torso... and did nothing.

If Tom still had a heart... he figured it would have dropped at witnessing such a sight.

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