章 2: Chapter: 2

Chapter 2:

I woke up… in a graveyard. It was dark, it was dreary, and it was damp. "I hope I'm not in dark souls…" I muttered to myself as I observed all the tombstones around me.

[Skill Gained! → Observe level 1/10]

"Oh nice! That skill is a classic!" I immediately tried to use it on a nearby tombstone.

[Tombstone of a man named Dan Flint. Tombstone is made of basic cement.]

That's actually more than I expected to get out of the skill at level at 1. It told me who it belonged to and what it was made out of. Not bad! I used the skill on a few more tombstones around me and got pretty much the same basic information with different names.

There was clearly nothing for me here as my observe skill wasn't picking up anything particularly interesting nearby. I had no idea where I was at the moment, so I just picked a random direction and started walking. "I wonder how I'm supposed to use my Fallen Angel abilities?" I spoke out loud.

A system message popped up in front of me.

[Host's character background information will now be uploaded into the hosts mind.]

"My background what?" I started to ask before I was hit with the mother of all headaches. A wave of information was 'uploaded' into my mind out of nowhere! It caught me off guard and I became so dizzy I almost toppled over. I only saved myself from falling into the mud by grabbing onto a nearby tombstone at the last second!

I now knew what the system meant by backstory. 'I' was Layla of the Fallen. As a Fallen Angel, Layla (or I) was nothing special in terms of power or skills. She was just an ordinary two winged angel. Regardless, Layla was still adored by Angels and Fallen Angels alike. She was one of the few Fallen Angels that the regular Angels would refuse to harm.

The reason for that was because Layla was actually the very last Angel that the Biblical God of DxD created before his demise! That made her the official youngest and one of the most doted upon Angel in all Heaven before she fell. After she fell from Heaven's grace, Layla became the most doted upon in the Grigori as well. Layla's oldest sister Gabriel would even still sneak away from Heaven every so often to spend time with her!

One day Layla got bored from the hundreds of years of monotony of life in Heaven and decided to foolishly venture into the human world. Unfortunately as the youngest Angel, she wasn't even close to experienced enough in mortal worldly matters to know what she'd find. Layla had always loved animals, but heaven only had cats and dogs sadly. She wanted to see more wildlife so she decided to visit Africa to see some lions up close. Unfortunately, when Layla arrived in Africa, she was treated to the horrible sight of a local warlord committing unspeakable crimes on peaceful and innocent villagers. She intervened and slew the warlord along with his soldiers. That was how she fell. One of the laws, in the barely functioning Heavenly System, was that an Angel could not physically interfere with human matters. Her killing humans, no matter how justly, broke those rules and Layla's white wings turned black and she was forever barred from her home in Heaven!

It was then that she joined the Grigori. Later on, Layla took an interest in some of her big brother Azazel's "sciency stuff" and was in his lab when he was experimenting with a newly crafted space time artificial sacred gear. He was trying to create a gear that could travel to the 'reverse side of the world.' There was an accident with the gear and Layla got sucked through a portal it created and ended up here. The question was, did it send her to the reverse side or not? Thousands of years ago, the Earth was actually bigger. Twice as big in fact. None of the angels were quite sure why, but for some reason God and all the other pantheon leaders banded together to cast a massive spell. That spell cut the world in two and separated the supernatural world from the mundane. It also erased the knowledge that the world used to be bigger from all the minds of the humans. The supernatural side of the world was hidden in the dimensional gap. Layla was then created hundreds of years after that event had happened…

…And that was my character's backstory. It was a weird experience having all those fond memories of Heaven and the Grigori. It was also a strange concept that I now had a love for literally thousands of siblings that I had never met before… It wasn't a bad feeling though. I'd been an only child in my last life, so maybe having a new large family would be good.

I had decided... I had always been a hardcore roleplayer when I played games in my past life. My old identity was dead. I would fully embrace this new one. Layla's life and memories were now my own. What was an identity besides a vast collection of memories and experiences anyway? From now on, I was officially Layla of the Fallen.

[Skill gained: Angelic Mastery level 2 - Description: Angelic Mastery encompasses all of the inherent racial skills associated with Angels and Fallen Angels. Level 1 allows for Flight and All Speak. Level 2 allows for light manipulation. Level 3-10 ???]

There were potentially 8+ angelic abilities I could unlock as I raised the skill!? I wondered if I could unlock Baraquiel's Holy Lighting? I could think about that later I guess.

For now, I needed to figure out where I was and what to do next. Was I even in the DxD world, or had Azazel's experiment flung me into another dimension? If that was the case, should I try to get back there? That probably wasn't necessary. If anyone could find a way to breach the dimensional gap for a second time, it would be Azazel.

"My big brother Azazel is also a genius, so I'm sure he'll complete that sacred gear and come here to rescue in the future anyway…" I spoke out loud almost by instinct. It was strange having so much faith in a man that 'I' had never met, and yet my new body had also known him for years. I figured I'd get used to the blend of memories eventually.

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章 3: Chapter: 3

Chapter 3:

A few minutes later, I was still walking through the surprisingly large graveyard. I was a bit bored and I decided to use my observe skill on the dress I was wearing. It was incredibly comfortable and I could tell it was very finely crafted. It was also my only current possession. I was a bit of a naughty girl since becoming a Fallen and I wasn't wearing anything beneath the dress. 'I' had never been in a relationship though, because every other Fallen Angel always treated me like a sibling. I couldn't date a devil obviously because my race was still in a cold war with them. I also didn't want to date any humans in the Grigori, because they were all pretty much either creepy ex-priests or children at Azazel's academy…It was slim pickings when it came to romantic partners to say the least. I was unironically the most innocent Fallen Angel in all of the Grigori.

[Layla's dress: A short black dress hand woven by her big sister Penemue for Layla's creation day. Clothing materials unknown.]

I smiled at that as a new memory surfaced in my mind of her giving me this dress at my party. Angels and Fallen Angel's rarely celebrated their creation days, but they always wanted to throw a party for me on my own creation day. Probably because I was the 'baby' of the family. That was ironic considering I was still technically a few hundred years old even if the majority of 'my life' was spent in heaven doing nothing in particular. It's no wonder I got so bored after hundreds of years of monotony that I decided to venture out to the human world.

The dress I was wearing was a special keepsake to me. I decided that I'd try to get a new outfit soon so I could store my dress away. I didn't want it to be damaged from whatever inevitable combat I'd be getting into as a gamer.

At least now, with all of these new memories, I knew how to properly use my Angelic abilities. I had memories of years of flying experience with my wings. Not many memories of combat though. I never participated in the great war between Angels, Devils, and the Fallen as I was created right at the end of it. Looking at my stats, I didn't really like how low everything besides my HP was. I'd played enough games in my past life to know 'intelligence' always boosted magic so I decided to dump my spare points into that.

"System, please allocate all my free stat points into intelligence."

[Points allocated. Intelligence has gone from 10→20. MP has gone from 100→200. HP has gone from 1000→2000]

As the change settled in I immediately felt more powerful. My available magic pool had instantly doubled! I also felt something fundamentally shift inside of me! From my back, my black wings immediately sprang forth! What I wasn't expecting however was that a second pair of wings joined them!

I had become a four winged Fallen Angel just like that… I know in the grand scheme of things, that was still considered canon fodder in DxD, but at least I wasn't a complete magical weakling anymore. I also knew that I had made the right stat investment choice. Angels and Fallen Angels were inherently magical beings. Intelligence would be the main stat I'd be scaling my build off of to increase my power in the future. It also seemed like raising intelligence would also raise my HP since the more wings an Angel gained, the more naturally durable they became. While 2 winged Angels were only slightly more durable than humans, 4 wings would allow me to resist small calibur gunfire. At 6 wings, large caliber bullets would harmlessly bounce off me.

I figured I could gain strength by properly exercising my body. I wouldn't be investing too many points into it. Next time I get more stat points, though, I'd be bumping up my luck. I didn't like that it was sitting at 0. That must be a Fallen racial trait. We were supposed to be 'cursed' beings after all.

…

"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" I heard a scream not too far away from me! It sounded like a girl was screaming in absolute agony.

Memories of the injustices I'd seen before flashed in my mind! Even now, I never regretted Falling from grace to save those people! If someone was being hurt nearby, I wouldn't just stand around and watch it happen.

[Quest Issued: The-girl-who-needed-saving. Rescue Heather Potter from the clutches of the newly resurrected evil lord Voldemort.]

[Reward: A Level Up!]

[Failure: Heather dies and you'll feel terrible.]

Holy Crap! Harry Potter is a real thing in this world!? Well I guess it's not Harry Potter considering the system said Heather Potter… but still. I guess this also answered the question of whether I was on the reverse side of the world or not. Was the wizarding world a real thing here? I thought that all the supernatural beings were supposed to be taken to the DxD side. Did the wizards just get left out? There were also a bunch of magical creatures in Harry Potter. That would means lots of things/beings could have potentially gotten left out.

I heard more screams and decided to table those thoughts for later.

My four black wings deployed behind me as I rocketed off into the air. The higher I went, I noticed that there was an actual magical barrier surrounding the entire graveyard in a dome pattern. That must have been some kind of Harry Potter anti-apparition or privacy ward. I wasn't well versed in magic to understand more sadly and I didn't have time to use observe on it. The screams of pain were growing louder and I was getting worried.

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