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You know as time goes on you start to question things about life, like who am i ,what will you do, what's your dream and etc anyway...
Currently, I'm at church. Which Mass is over, prayers done,i got blessed by the priest, incense still lingering in the air like divine smoke... and I'm stuck waiting. Again.
Which My mom is currently in an important deep in conversation with her friends. Aka: the gossip council. A timeless ritual passed down through generations of mothers.
There's gotta be a universal experience to being a kid waiting for your mom to finish talking to people. It probably transcends time, culture, and even reincarnation.
Which I was really bored i don't have my phone considering Mobile phones are still the blackberry,iphone 1, which also the fact the Greatest Phone in history aka the Nokia 3310 is still mainly used which i do still wonder on what is the nokia made off are they Some kind of Sci-fi material or something.
But moving on I wandered off a bit. Nothing too far, just enough to stretch my legs,and admire the Church and it's yard which has many plants,and a few doves flying around, which i soon looked at The Cave of the Virgin Mary nearby, which it had some candles being lit on and people praying nearby.
It's about a month or two before Easter—confession season. Thankfully, little kids like my age aren't required to line up for it yet.
Still, I remember my experiences from my past life. Which we'll to say it Confession wasn't... Thatawkward more super awkward, per se.considering you have to strategically say something and creating vague wordplay became my best friend.
> Like how do you tell the priest, "I watched or read some questionable things when I was a teenager," while still sounding like a good Catholic boy?
And it's even worse when you're an altar boy on top of that. The hypocrisy was painful.
Also, there's was some year where I had to do two confessions back-to-back. And confessing to the same priest was hilarious,Even my sins were on a tight schedule. But hey that's church life.
Anyway, back to the present. While walking around the church area
I spotted Sister Griselda near the church's side hallway. Tall, elegant, Northern European grace practically radiating off her. Which fun fact actually she wasn't from France but because of some kind of program she's staying in France for a while.
She was talking to someone else. A woman—no, not just any woman.She was gorgeous . Golden curly hair, luminous skin, and curves that no habit could ever hide if she wore one. Which she was wearing a white dress like clothing.
Which I choked. Quietly. Internally. The Holy Spirit almost left my body ( don't leave buddy )which i immediately mentally thought of an image of me grabbing the holy spirit and putting it back inside my body.
Since God who is that beautiful woman, which for some reason i had a sense of being familiar with the face like when i first saw and met Sister Griselda or me meeting Jeanne but hey must be Dejavu... Which i think my head is still processing my memories of my past life or my mind is just currently my instinct fighting my Brain.
But I held strong. I'm not a pervert. I'm a decent man—mostly.(Oh Holy Spirit please give me the strength to not do something stupid or think of anything weird)
Still, this woman? She was something else. Her very presence felt like... Comforting...like...i can't really describe it.
As I walked up, Sister Griselda noticed me and gave her usual warm smile.
"Good morning," she greeted kindly.
I did my best four-year-old act and responded cheerfully, "Hi, Sister Griselda!"
I turned to the radiant stranger who had been looking at me since I arrived. But for some reason She had this strange gaze not weird like confused,and then changing into a soft looking expression. Like she was trying to understand and process on my arrival
Which then... she touched my head. Gently. Not in a creepy way—more like reverent.
Naturally, I asked the most reasonable thing a four-year-old (who is secretly an adult) could:
"So who's this miss, Sister Griselda?"
Griselda's smile didn't change, but there was a flicker of meaning behind it. "She's an acquaintance of mine. Visiting from far away."
The woman spoke next, her voice as melodic as a harp on a Sunday morning. "My name is Gabriel. It's a pleasure to meet you, little one."
Gabriel, huh? Pretty name. Which you know considering the name is from one of God's must trusted angel
Meanwhile She knelt down to my eye level, still watching me. Still... curious.
"What's your name?" she asked, her tone in a gentle and soothing way.
I answered, " my name's Michael Miss. Michael De Montfort."
For a moment—just a moment—her expression shifted.
Shock. Subtle, but unmistakable.
But she then just smiled,and continuing patting my head which it's feel divine for some reason like an angel blessing me
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Meanwhile – Gabriel's POV
I had come to France to meet with Sister Griselda, one of the Church's active exorcists. A good soul, devoted and sharp. She had important updates to brief me on—concerns about recent Devils activities in the area, signs of minor disturbances, and the usual sacred duties.
We were mid-conversation on about a situation that had happened about a devil being spotted nearby around the town, her voice calm and steady, when a small presence approached us.
A child.
He walked up with soft footsteps, wearing a simple outfit and a curious expression. He greeted Griselda with an innocent smile.
And then I saw his face.
I blinked.
And blinked again.
> Wha… what?
He looked just like Brother aka Michael.
Not exactly— But his face looks exactlt like him but If Michael were reborn as a little boy, this is what he would look like.
Which.....He was... ADORABLE.
Oh My Father i want to hugged him.
Without thinking, my hand moved and gently landed on his head.
> Soft...!
He was so cute I could barely resist the urge to scoop him up on the spot.
Then he asked, "Who's this ?" looking at me with those bright, innocent eyes.
I quickly composed myself and offered a warm smile, "My name is Gabriel. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Of course, I couldn't tell him I was the Archangel Gabriel. That would've been far too complicated. And confusing for a child. And probably against protocol and i don't want to get scolded by Michael and the others.
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Meanwhile somewhere in The sixth floor of heaven, some of the Archangels sneeze for some reason, which confused them
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Meanwhile I crouched beside him, trying not to grin too much, but it was hard. He was just too cute. Like a little angel. Wait no—he's not the angel here. I am.
Still...
I couldn't stop myself.
I soon wrapped my arms around him and hugged him softly. He was warm. Solid. Real.
My thoughts drifted for a moment. Would Michael want to meet him? Surely he'd be surprised considering his appearance looks the same as if Dad had set up a prank for them, which Michael and the others would probably delighted.
> ...Should I just bring the child with me right now?
Then I imagined the parents. Being worried for they're child. And asking where they're son go
...Right. That would be bad.
I'll just tell Michael later
I sighed lightly and loosened my hug.
One more gentle pat on the head. Just one more.
He's so small... I want to keep him safe. He's ao cute...
I smiled down at him again. Which i soon hugged him again,
(which when she returned to heaven, she was so distracted with thinking about the Child amd his cuteness she forgot to tell Michael and the others about it)
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Meanwhile…
Just a few steps away, Griselda stood stiffly, her normally serene composure shaken by what she was witnessing.
Her eyes blinked slowly.
There was Gabriel—the Gabriel—radiant and divine, one of the leaders of heaven and her superior, currently crouched down and hugging a four-year-old child like an overly affectionate big sister. A smile so pure on her face, it could probably purify a demon if it saw it.
Griselda thought blankly:
I know Michael is cute, which i had want to hugged him when i meet him. But it's feel weird seeing her superior who just was discussing things about devils activity now was hugging a child
She looked at Michael, who was smothered in a holy affection, and then looked at Gabriel again—beaming, sparkling, glowing with divine grace...
Griselda raised a brow and sighed to herself.
Well… it's not like I can scold an archangel. Considering she's my superior
She quietly stepped back and resumed observing from a safe, respectful distance.
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With Michael...
His small arms were helplessly squished by soft warmth and wings of unknown purity. His mind, however, was far from calm.
> "...I am being SMOTHERED oh my God,this feel like my dream of meeting an angel. Literally. Probably. No—definitely. This must be a test."
He blinked rapidly, brain overheating under divine cuddling.
Dear God, is this a blessing or a trial from you, because if they're both thank you
A dry laugh nearly escaped his lips, but his lungs were currently busy being compressed by holy hugs.
> "...I better get a girlfriend in this life. Seriously. This is too much."
And then his thoughts wandered—staring up at Gabriel's glittering hair and peaceful, almost glowing expression.
You know her presence and her appearance makes her look like an actual angel. Considering some angels can have an appearance of a human
Meanwhile
Gabriel, continues hugging him softly, hummed a gentle tune, unaware of the boy's mind.
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Later…
Michael stood near the steps of the church, the faint scent of incense still lingering in the air. He turned toward the two women before him and gave a polite little nod.
"Goodbye, Sister Griselda. Goodbye, Miss Gabriel," he said sweetly.
Griselda gave a soft smile and a nod in return. Gabriel gave him an energetic wave, nearly sparkling in the afternoon sunlight.
As Michael turned and began walking away, a voice in his head muttered:
> "Well… that was unexpectedly wholesome. I got hugged by a beautiful girl."
He rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully as he walked.
> "And I'm only four years old. That's got to be some kind of early-life achievement."
His steps slowed just a bit.
> "Still... the way she looked at me. That warmth. That weird mix of innocence and power. What are the odds…"
> "No. No no. That's ridiculous."
He mentally shook his head.
That couldn't be an angel especially The Gabriel. Which i know some angels can have human appearances,but they don't really have genders as well and they're spiritual beings
The Bible isn't very clear on that though mostly since the Bible contained so many symbolism. Which it can be considered a
Top notch encryption.But i know they have flaming swords, they're messengers from God, and—oh yeah—'be not afraid' appearances that scare prophets into hiding.
Michael exhaled through his nose.
Still. She felt… different. For some reason. Like something more. I probably imagined it. Right? Right…
Im either Jinxing myself or going insane..... It's probably both...yeah definitely both.
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Meanwhile i soon approached the courtyard, which my momm—Giulia Valentini—finally detached herself from a small circle of other women, offering a warm but slightly guilty smile.
"There you are, tesoro mio. You must've been waiting so long," she said gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Which i gave a noncommittal shrug.
"You could say that again," i thought silently with a glance toward the church doors.
"I wasn't waiting too long," i answered aloud. "I visited Sister Griselda."
"Oh? That's nice," she said with a smile. "Good for you. Let's go home."
Michael gave a quiet nod, walking beside her as the bell tower behind them chimed softly.
> "A hug from a beautiful woman. A mystery I'll probably never solve. But hey…"
I looked up at the sky, squinting at the sunlight.
> "…At least this life isn't boring."
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Later
Meanwhile, at Michael's home
The quiet creak of a page turning echoed softly through the room.
Michael sat at the edge of his bed, small legs dangling as he flipped through a well-worn children's Bible. The illustrations were vibrant, yet his eyes lingered more on the text than the pictures. It wasn't just stories anymore—not to him.
He paused at the page depicting Gabriel announcing to Mary, frowning slightly.
[A/N : Which for information the person who illustrated was a member of the church who knows angels existed ]
> "…Weird."
The image reminded him too much of that strange, beautiful woman from church. Gabriel. Same name. Same kind of aura. Coincidence? Probably.
[meanwhile the readers was slapping their face for the MC being an idiot and dense]
He closed the Bible gently.
> "No way. That's just my imagination…" he muttered to himself.
"Though… she did feel different. Warmer."
He looked toward the ceiling, as if trying to catch a glimpse of something beyond it. Maybe angels really did walk among people.
> "If she was the real Gabriel, then… crap."
"No. That's impossible. Right?"
Michael shook his head, ruffling his hair in frustration.
He got up, wandered to the window, and stared outside—toward the sky where soft clouds drifted lazily. The afternoon sun was fading into a golden haze. During summer break he'd be visiting his grandparents on his dad's side. They always gave him sweets, and he did like listening to their old stories, but…
for some reason the house where his grandparents lives feel weird like the atmosphere,
Not bad. Just… unfamiliar.
> "I feel weird," he muttered, resting his cheek on the windowsill.
He stayed like that for a few more moments before sighing.
> "I've got a lot to do in the future, huh?"
The words felt too big for a 4-year-old. But in his heart, Michael already knew he wasn't meant to have a normal, peaceful life. Not entirely. There were things he had to prepare for. Things he had to protect.
He yawned softly, crawling back into bed.
> "But haaaa..… I'll think about that later my lazyness is calling me so I'm going to sleep"
Which i soon fall asleep in my bedroom the entire afternoon which my AC helped that
(Chapter end)
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{Information}
[Michael Memory Transfer]
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Old Memories >>>>>>>> New Body and Brain :
Memories
•[Priority and Important : Science,History, Religion, Common sense,Food,Skills,Talent]
48% Complete
(Basically anything he learnt or watched will be remembered but with it being 38% he's has some memories fuzzy or still hasn't remember)
•[Important but Non Priority : Sabaton song, Insults,Video games, Supernatural,and etc]
35% Complete
[Non Important and non Priority : Anime,Manga, Light Novel, Fanfics]
15% Complete
[Yeah it will take atleast sometime for him to remember ,He'll probably remember that he's in DXD and it's lore,when he's a teenager considering the amount of memories his brain is processing and saving currently at 4]
[For Michael Sacred Gear i already have an idea About it which the Sacred Gear is called The Artifacts of the Old Testaments basically the Sacred Gear allow Michael to Summoned items from the old testament like David Slingshot,Moses Staff,and etc. Which it will be considered the most weakest sacred gear ever but will be more powerful as time goes on because the sacred gear required many things,which how do you want Michael to unlock his Sacred Gear and what age, which i recommend when he's in teenage year's or something ?]
By the way for when Michael is learning magic is a few chapters away and him meeting another blonde girl (which i know she's Italian but for purpose sake she has some relatives in the UK )