It was early in the morning ophis said she needed to go and run some tasks which I didn't mind well as for me I've always wanted to see how the Vatican looked like

As I roamed the halls of the Vatican, I took in the sights and sounds with a sense of detached curiosity. The grandeur of the place was undeniable, but my interest was purely academic. I observed the rituals and ceremonies with a critical eye, noting the fervor and devotion of the worshippers but remaining unaffected by their faith.

Exorcists and nuns moved about with purpose, their actions guided by centuries-old traditions and beliefs. While I couldn't deny the significance of the Vatican as a religious landmark, I remained indifferent to its allure.

The intricate artwork and architecture held no sway over me, serving only as a backdrop to my exploration. I wandered the halls with a sense of detachment, my mind focused on observation rather than reverence.

Despite the reverence with which others regarded the Vatican, I saw it simply as another historical site to be studied and analyzed. My visit was driven by curiosity rather than any personal connection to the institution or its beliefs.

As I made my way through the labyrinthine corridors, I couldn't help but feel like an outsider in this world of faith and devotion. While others found solace and meaning within these walls, I remained unaffected, my perspective shaped by reason and skepticism rather than faith.

In the end, my visit to the Vatican was simply an exercise in exploration, a chance to satisfy my curiosity about one of the world's most famous religious institutions.

Timeskip

As I observed from my ethereal vantage point, I couldn't help but be intrigued by the young nun named Asia. Her blonde hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, and her emerald green eyes held a serene intensity that drew me in. But it was the glimmer of her sacred gear that truly caught my attention, a tangible manifestation of power and potential.

When she was summoned to aid the wounded exorcists, she didn't hesitate. With a serene smile, she accepted the request, her movements fluid and purposeful as she made her way to where she was needed.

As she approached the injured exorcists, she wasted no time in summoning forth her sacred gear, two rings glowing with divine energy. With a practiced ease, she used her powers to heal their wounds, her focus unwavering as she worked her magic.

It was a display of skill and prowess that left me both impressed and intrigued. Here was a young woman who wielded power beyond mortal comprehension, yet she did so with grace and humility.

As the exorcists watched in awe and gratitude, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about Asia and her abilities. What other miracles could she perform? And what secrets lay hidden within her sacred gear?

But as she finished healing the wounded and turned to leave, my thoughts returned to her beauty and the allure of her sacred gear. It was a reminder of the mysteries that lay beyond mortal understanding, and the potential for greatness that dwelled within each of us.

The exorcists, their wounds now healed, couldn't contain their gratitude as they showered Asia with thanks and praises for her remarkable abilities. They spoke of her with reverence, calling her a saint and marveling at the miracles she had performed before their very eyes.

Asia, however, remained humble in the face of their praise. With a gentle smile, she waved off their gratitude, insisting that there was no need for thanks.

Asia:Please, don't thank me

she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth and sincerity that touched the hearts of those around her.

Asia:As a saint, it's the least I can do to help those in need.

Her words resonated deeply with the exorcists, who nodded in understanding. They knew that Asia's kindness and compassion were genuine, born not out of a desire for recognition or praise, but out of a genuine desire to alleviate the suffering of others.

As the exorcists bid her farewell and went on their way, Asia turned to leave as well, her steps light and graceful. But before she departed, she cast a lingering glance back at the scene before her, a silent reminder of the importance of compassion and empathy in a world filled with darkness and despair.

Asia's eyes widened in surprise as she stumbled backward, nearly losing her balance. Her heart raced with adrenaline as she tried to process the unexpected appearance of a stranger in her private room.

Asia:Who... who are you?

she stammered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and confusion.

I raised my hands in a gesture of peace, my grin widening at her reaction.

Me:Hey, hey, hey, no need to be scared

I reassured her, taking a step closer.

Me:My name's Kousei, and I'm, well, let's just say I'm not exactly your average visitor. But don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just here for a bit of sightseeing.

Despite my attempts to put her at ease, Asia remained wary, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. It was clear that my sudden appearance had caught her off guard, and I couldn't blame her for feeling apprehensive.

Seeing her unease, I quickly tried to lighten the mood with a friendly smile.

Me:So, uh, nice room you've got here

I commented, gesturing around at the cozy furnishings and religious decorations.

Me:Very... nun-like.

Asia's expression softened slightly at my attempt at humor, but she still seemed on edge.

Asia:What... what are you doing here?

she asked, her voice cautious.

I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to project an air of casualness.

Me:Oh, you know, just passing through

I replied, flashing her another grin.

Me:Thought I'd take a little detour and see what the inside of a nun's private quarters looks like. Quite cozy, I must say.

Despite my attempts to make light of the situation, Asia remained guarded, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied me. It was clear that she wasn't quite sure what to make of me, and I couldn't blame her for being cautious.

As the silence stretched between us, I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to proceed. I hadn't exactly planned out this encounter, and now that I was face to face with Asia, I wasn't sure what to say or do next.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Asia spoke again, her voice soft but steady.

Asia:Well, if you're just passing through, then I suppose there's no harm in letting you stay for a while

she said, her tone cautious but not unkind.

Asia:But please, don't make any trouble. This is a place of peace and sanctuary, and I would hate for anything to disturb that.

I nodded in agreement, grateful for her willingness to give me a chance.

Me:Of course, no trouble from me

I assured her, offering her a reassuring smile.

Me:i'll just be here, minding my own business. You won't even know I'm here.

And with that, I settled into a nearby chair, content to wait and see what the future held for me in this unexpected encounter with Asia.

Asia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized she had been caught staring, her gaze quickly darting away as she tried to compose herself.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, finding her bashfulness endearing.

Me:Oh, like what you see?

I teased, my grin widening as I watched her struggle to regain her composure.

But instead of responding, Asia bowed her head and began to pray silently, her hands clasped tightly together in a gesture of supplication. It was clear that she was trying to ward off any feelings of lust or attraction that my presence may have stirred within her.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the sight of her praying, realizing that my playful teasing may have crossed a line.

Me:Hey, hey, no need for that

I said hastily, holding up my hands in a placating gesture.

Me:I was just joking around. No harm done, right?

As Asia continued to pray, I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to ease the tension that had settled between us. It was clear that I had inadvertently made her uncomfortable, and I regretted my words even as they left my mouth.

In an attempt to change the subject and lighten the mood, I gestured towards the sacred gear that hung from her belt.

Me:Your sacred gear is interesting

I remarked, trying to sound casual.

Me:I think it's Twilight Healing, right? A unique and powerful healing type sacred gear, if I'm not mistaken.

Asia looked up from her prayers, her expression softening slightly as she nodded in confirmation.

Asia:Yes, that's correct

she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of pride.

Asia:Twilight Healing is my sacred gear. It allows me to heal injuries and ailments with remarkable speed and efficiency.

I nodded in understanding, genuinely impressed by her abilities.

Me;That's incredible

I said sincerely.

Asia:To have such a gift, to be able to help others in their time of need... It's truly remarkable.

As Asia's blush began to fade, replaced by a shy smile, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Despite our awkward start, it seemed that we were finally finding common ground, and I was grateful for the opportunity to get to know her better.

Asia's eyes widened in surprise as she listened to my explanation, her confusion evident in the way she stuttered slightly before speaking.

Asia:What... what about you, Mr. Kousei?

she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, finding her innocence and genuine interest endearing.

Me:Well, I'm dead

I replied matter-of-factly, my tone light despite the heaviness of the topic.

Asia's confusion only deepened at my words, her brows furrowing in perplexity. "Dead?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to comprehend what I had just revealed.

I nodded solemnly, a hint of sadness flickering in my eyes as I recounted the events that had led to my demise.

Me:Yes, I died a few months ago

I continued, my voice tinged with melancholy.

Me:My soul became trapped in the void, but with some help, I was able to transcend into a higher form of existence.

Asia listened intently as I explained how I had become a transcendent soul, creating my own physical body as a vessel for my newfound powers. It was a strange and surreal journey, one that I was still trying to come to terms with myself.

As I spoke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability, laying bare my past and my struggles to someone I had only just met. But there was something about Asia's presence that made me feel safe, as if I could trust her with the deepest parts of myself.

And as I finished recounting my story, I waited anxiously for her response, unsure of how she would react to my revelation. Would she be afraid of me, now that she knew the truth about my existence? Or would she accept me for who I was, flaws and all?

To my surprise, Asia reached out and placed a comforting hand on my arm, her touch warm and reassuring.

Asia:Thank you for sharing that with me, Mr. Kousei she said softly, her eyes filled with empathy.

Asia:You've been through so much, but you're still here, still fighting. That takes strength, and courage.

Her words touched me deeply, and I felt a swell of gratitude towards her for her kindness and understanding. In that moment, I realized that I had found a true friend in Asia, someone who accepted me for who I was and was willing to stand by my side no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As Asia began to share her own tale, I listened intently, my heart going out to her as she recounted the hardships she had faced. Her story was one of abandonment and struggle, yet despite the challenges she had endured, she had emerged as a beacon of hope and compassion.

Asia:I was abandoned by my mother at the church when I was just a baby

Asia explained, her voice tinged with sadness.

Asia:But the people there took me in and raised me as their own. When I discovered my healing abilities and my sacred gear, they saw it as a sign of divine favor and gave me the position of saint.

Her words painted a poignant picture of a childhood marked by loneliness and isolation, yet also filled with love and support from the community that had embraced her as one of their own. It was a testament to her resilience and strength of spirit, qualities that I couldn't help but admire.

Me:So basically, you've missed out on what could have been a normal childhood

I remarked, unable to hide the sympathy in my voice.

Asia nodded solemnly, her expression reflective.

Asia:Yes, in a way

she agreed. Asia:But I don't see it as a loss. The people at the church, they became my family, and they taught me the true meaning of love and compassion. And if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be who I am today.

Her words resonated deeply with me, reminding me of the importance of finding strength and resilience in the face of adversity. Despite the challenges she had faced, Asia had emerged as a kind and compassionate soul, dedicated to helping others and making the world a better place.

Asia:It's a small price to pay

Asia continued, her voice filled with determination.

Asia:For the chance to make a difference in the lives of others, to bring healing and hope to those who need it most. That's all that matters to me.

I offered Asia a warm smile, hoping to convey the sincerity of my words.

Me:No worries, Asia

I said gently, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Me:You have someone you can call a friend now.

Asia's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze meeting mine with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she searched my face for any sign of insincerity.

I nodded earnestly, wanting her to know that I meant every word. "Absolutely," I replied, my smile widening as I felt a sense of camaraderie blossoming between us.

Me:We may have had different paths that led us here, but that doesn't mean we can't support each other along the way.

As Asia's expression softened with relief, I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that I had made a difference, even if it was just in offering her a sense of companionship and understanding. In a world filled with strife and uncertainty, having someone you could rely on, someone who would stand by your side through thick and thin, was a precious gift indeed.

Me:And besides

I added with a playful grin

Me:what are friends for if not to share each other's burdens and joys, right?

Asia's laughter filled the air, a musical sound that lifted my spirits and filled me with a sense of warmth and belonging. It was a moment of connection, a bond forged in the fires of shared experiences and mutual respect.

Hey it's Dustin so there's more than 15 chapters In my draft of this story

Not sure if I should do mass release but yes Kousei is going to get revenge on issei and yes it is brutal infact not just issei

I just wanted to clarify that Kousei is going to pay back issei several times fold

Hope y'all like this story