( 1st POV)
I was back home now. I had finally dealt with my most annoying obstacle. To be honest, it still feels exhilarating.
I would have never imagined being in this situation right now. Being reborn in a world I thought was just an ecchi, hentai-bait show is now my reality.
Without thinking any more useless thoughts, I open the front door and walk in, only to see my deceased stepmother lying lifeless on the floor, while Yana is passed out, leaning against the wall, blood slowly gushing from the injured shoulder that had been stabbed by the light spear of that fallen bitch.
Seeing their current state makes me uncomfortable. I really don't understand this feeling. They aren't my family — they're the family of the owner of the body I took over.
They're strangers to me. I have no benefit or reason to save or heal them. Hell, even calling myself Aleks now makes me feel uneasy.
But then why do I care so much? Have I gone soft? Is it the lingering influence Aleks left behind?
No. That's not it.
What should I do? Do I just heal them and walk away from their lives? That way, whatever shit I get involved in later won't make them targets. Although, I will have to make a new identity for myself.
Sigh.
Do I love them as my new "family"? Absolutely not. They are still strangers in my dictionary, and that cannot be changed. But I have Aleks's memories now. I can't let them stay helpless in this supernatural world. They were just… normal humans, like I was a few hours ago.
Against supernatural odds, a human is utterly powerless. I'd rather not see them die helplessly in this piss-stain of a world.
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First, I walk over to Yana, who was bleeding out from her right shoulder. I slowly extracted the light spear stabbing her with one pull, causing her to flinch and wake up.
She looks at me, an expression of pain on her face, dried tears still marking her cheeks — and now, looking at me with a hopeful, grateful expression?
Did I mention she looks absolutely stunning? I know it's fucked up to say that in her current state, but she is a perfect example of an attractive Japanese model, just like her mother.
Short blonde hair, olive green eyes, an athletic frame with big 'assets.'
Being a kendo practitioner has really made her look rather strong for a normal woman.
I squat down and then say, "How are you feeling, Yana? Does it still hurt?" I speak with concern in my tone.
"N-no, it doesn't hurt anymore… I feel numb…" she replies with surprising ease, despite her difficulty in speaking in her current state.
Without wasting time, I quickly assumed the template of Shoko Ieiri — reverse cursed technique genius from Jujutsu Kaisen.
I did think of using Sukuna or any other healing characters from other shows, but Shoko is perfect for now.
Her memories started flooding into my mind. Not everything — only the 'useful' information from her life. This power doesn't give me access to full memories of the characters I assume. Stuff like personal drama, places they visited, or mundane, useless things like that are filtered out.
I see now… so that's how it is. Negative energy multiplied against itself to produce positive energy? Easier said than done. No wonder Gojo grasped it at the verge of death. This shit is out of scope for most Jujutsu sorcerers.
I placed my palm on Yana's messy blonde hair, making it seem like I was patting her, but in reality, reverse cursed technique was healing her.
And in just a few seconds, Yana was perfectly healed — her gaping shoulder wound gone as if it was never there.
Other minor cuts and injuries she had were also healed.
Yana was visibly surprised and then looked at me in a questioning manner while tilting her head. "How did you do it, Aleks? Was that… magic?"
I smile, seeing her fine. "You can say that… sort of. How are you feeling? You feel good?" I say, unconsciously bringing my face closer to hers.
She blushes and is clearly flustered. "I-I'm fine now… thanks." It was rare for her to say thank you to me… or at least Aleks previously.
She was a pseudo-tsundere, if that makes sense? Bratty sometimes, but a docile and doting younger sister at other times.
Snapping out of my thoughts, my gaze fell on the body of my supposed stepmother. Yana followed my gaze and slowly walked toward her mother.
Each step she took felt like she was wrestling with her inner demons and the overwhelming sense of loss at the same time.
She looked at her mother… and then dropped to her knees, as if her legs had finally given out.
"It was my fault, wasn't it?" she asked, not even looking at me.
I stayed dead silent.
"It's not your fault, Yana… you were just oblivious to the true nature of this world. You couldn't have done anything to protect 'mom,'" I said, unable to hold back what was really on my mind.
Lying would only make things worse.
She clenched her fists—and then did something unexpected.
She picked Yelena up in her arms and looked straight at me.
"Let's go, Aleks. Let's give mother a proper resting place."
She was… surprisingly strong.
My expectations of her changed on the spot. Don't get me wrong, in a situation like this, anyone would break down seeing a loved one dead in such a horrific way.
But she held back her tears. She made her resolve.
Snapping back to reality, I said, "Yana, I think I might be able to bring 'mom' back."
I didn't hesitate.
Hearing that, she looked at me—completely shocked. Her face screamed disbelief.
"Bullshit, Aleks. Stop fucking with me. Especially right now… resurrection? That's a feat way beyond our reach. How could you possibly bring mother back?" she shouted, not even realizing she was lashing out.
"Trust me on this one, Yana. I'm not lying."
"There are many miracles in this world… and I'll show you one today."
I had about fifteen minutes left before my one-hour limit for the day was up.
As for resurrection? I had the perfect character in mind.
Joshua Foley.
Doesn't ring a bell?
He's better known by his alias…
Elixir.
From Marvel. The Omega-level healer.
And the version I was about to use? Tier One.
I assumed Elixir's template, and his memories surged through my mind.
Detailed knowledge of human anatomy.
The perfect execution of healing.
Everything he'd mastered in his prime—now mine.
Resurrection was just one part of his power. He could do far more.
I walked over to Yana and gently took Yelena's body from her arms.
I carried Yelena to the sofa and laid her down.
Yana followed, praying that whatever I was about to do… would actually work.
Truth is? I wasn't sure. It had been more than thirty minutes since Yelena died.
What if her soul had already crossed over into some afterlife ruled by the gods of the Underworlds?
Would one of them intervene?
I didn't know.
But I calmed myself—because paranoia would get me nowhere.
I activated my power and willed Yelena back to life.
What happened next… could only be described as an act of God.
Her heart started beating again.
Her wounds healed like they were never there.
Her body regained the vitality it once held in her prime.
She was back.
Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, and those beautiful blue eyes looked straight at me.
"…Aleks?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.
To think I brought her back from the dead… I'm not even surprised anymore.
I'm just grateful her soul was still intact — otherwise, this wouldn't have been possible.
"Welcome back to the world of the living… 'mother,'" I said, smiling faintly while brushing my fingers over her hand.
That word hit her.
See ,an year ago, after Aleks caught Yelena watching his adult videos and touching herself to them… he could never look at her the same again.
That was the moment he stopped calling her "mother," even though she was never really his to begin with. Although previous Aleks was a coward, never making a move on her out of respect for his late father.
And now here I was, calling her that again.
"I'm grateful to you, Aleks," she said softly, giving me a faint, reassuring smile. "Thank you for saving me."
"Mother!!!" Yana lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Yelena, clutching her like she hadn't seen her in years.
She finally broke down, tears spilling freely as she buried her face in Yelena's chest, shaking in her embrace.
Yelena held her tightly, gently stroking her back and hair.
"There, there… I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," she whispered softly.
"I… I thought I lost you forever!"
***
A few minutes passed.
I sat on the sofa now, facing both of them.
Yelena and Yana were seated on the opposite side, still shaken. Their entire worldview had been shattered after I dropped the supernatural truth bomb on them.
"No fucking way… Devils? Angels? Vampires? They were real this whole time? Living among us like it's nothing?"
Yana's voice was a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
"Language, Yana," Yelena gently chided, giving her daughter a light glance.
I leaned back. "Yeah. All real. And as for why that bitch was after us?"
I looked at Yana.
"It's because you have something called a Sacred Gear. It's still dormant, but it's leaking magical auta."
"Sacred… Gear?"
She tilted her head slightly, blinking in confusion.
Damn. She looked adorable when she did that.
"They're tools created by the Biblical God," I explained. "Meant to give humans a fighting chance against supernatural beings."
"Yours hasn't awakened yet, but it's already attracting attention. That Fallen Angel came here to eliminate you… and anyone around you."
"…So it really was my fault," she muttered, clenching her fists.
"No," Yelena said firmly, holding Yana's hand. "Don't do that to yourself, Yana. It's not your fault. That woman was just a psycho."
She turned to me. "Aleks said it — she enjoyed killing humans for fun. We were just… unlucky to be on her list."
And just like that, we kept talking. About the world. About what comes next. By the time I checked the clock, it was already 12 am.
…Shit. I forgot to deactivate the template.
I'd already burned through my one-hour window without even realizing it.
It's past 12:00 a.m., and still no reset.
Perfect. I don't even know when the hell this thing refresh.
Not like anyone's dumb enough to come knocking around here at this hour, anyway. Right? Right?
*Ding* *Dong*
Or not.
The doorbell rang.
My heart skipped a beat.
That caught me off guard. Yelena and Yana were just as confused.
Who the hell would show up at this hour?
It's way too late for any delivery.
Was it… someone from Grigori? Did they somehow track me down?
Fuck.
I can't even use my power yet. Shit—I'm locked out.
I get up from my seat, trying to prepare myself for whatever the hell is waiting behind that door.
If it's a supernatural being… then I'm absolutely fucked. Should I make a run for it?
My instincts were screaming me to run away as far as possible…but I can't leave this two behind.
Why did I let my guard down? God damn it.
Seeing how tense I was, Yana moved beside me without saying a word. She didn't ask, didn't hesitate—just grabbed the real katana hanging on the wall stand near the sofa.
Unlike me, she didn't need some supernatural cheat to fight.
If someone was dumb enough to pick a fight, she'd overwhelm them with her swordsmanship.
She stood beside me, blade drawn, stance firm.
I reached for the door. My hand hovered over the knob for just a second too long.
Deep Breathe.
I gripped the handle and slowly turned it.
The door creaked open.
Yana's eyes narrowed as she raised her blade, ready to slice down whoever dared threaten us.
And then I froze.
(Image)
She was beautiful. I feel like I am infatuated just by seeing her.
She was a woman—dressed in what looked like a uniform. White shirt, black tie, black slacks, and a long black trench coat draped clean over.
My eyes locked onto hers.
They weren't human.
Golden yellow, with concentric red rings rippling through them . Eyes that stared straight through you, and made you feel like resisting was never even an option.
Her hair was a soft, pale auburn—almost light red—neatly braided and resting over one shoulder. Two strands framed her face just right.
She was standing there. Smiling. Like she had all the time in the world. Like this moment had been hers from the start.
I couldn't move.
I had a strong hunch who this was, but my mind was too shaken to form a clear thought. My body refused to obey.
She tilted her head, just slightly.
"I finally found you, Aleks-kun~"
Her voice was gentle. Almost warm.
"Nice to meet you.."
"You may call me Makima."
She didn't give time to respond. Her right hand slowly raised—only her index finger pointed out.
She aimed it at Yana.
"Bang."
A soundless pressure slammed through the room.
Yana's body was lifted off the floor like a ragdoll and flung across the room, crashing hard into the far wall. She hit the wall, unconscious before she could even scream.
Makima looked back at me, her smile never leaving.
"You are to come with me now. That's an order… my new pet~"
she said while gently caressing my cheek — like she owned me.
Well…fuck.
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Author's Note:
If you came here expecting a vanilla harem power fantasy like most DxD fics… think again. This story's going to take some unexpected turns. But don't worry — I promise it'll be entertaining. No pathetic MC here. Stay tuned.
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