Chapter 3 - It’s in the head!
I smile at the man suddenly intruding at this peaceful scene. He seems to be a muscular man with some interesting mutations. His skin is thicker and stronger, but it would be hard to notice it with human eyes. A mere check tells me about his body, he is also a strength type mutation like the one I just healed. He doesn’t have a race but is simply a Humanoid though.
Someone from the healed tries to speak up but is silenced with a glare. He turns towards the doctor and asks what happened to the patients and hearing my little feat he looks into my eyes. With a less offensive tone he starts speaking again.
“I guess it was a mistake on my part. I was told that you woke up and started a commotion.”
“Mistakes do happen.” I answer, not moving a single muscle apart from relaxing my clenched fist while watching him sigh.
“I would like you to follow me.” He gestures in way leaving me no choice to reject. Well, I could, but that would be more troublesome. With pleasure, I simply say and follow him as I fix the fold on my wings to fit through the door.
We leave the room, two guard in front, three behind as we enter into a corridor that triggers some memories from my fragments. It seems to be a school, a place for young adults to learn. Thick walls that withstand time with lots of space for a community. This might be a big survival camp, for all I know.
Passing a few doors and people, I ask them to be able to go to the restroom. I do not explicitly say that I don’t have such need they think I have, but I am lead to one. I walk inside the empty room without any windows. They sure are afraid of me. Not having bodily needs I came here to clean the blood and gut remains from myself for I am not fond of the stench it brings. There are a few showerheads which I can stand under. I do not open the the water though. These lovely feathers of mine, I have no space to fold them out to, thus I resolve to using Alter. Controlling a thin layer I coat my body and enjoy the warm feeling it gives.
Pushing large amounts of Alter does trigger evolution in flesh bodies. As I have a relatively weak angel soul, it is still much stronger than my newborn body, so any Alter I use upon myself strengthens me. Effectively the older I get the stronger my soul becomes which in turn strengthens my body. A stronger body also helps in cultivating the soul, creating a circle of balance between the body and mind.
With some time to myself, I bring up the information again as I remove all filth from my body altering reality.
Name: Shesheta
Vitality: 412/610
Race: Angel
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Type: Energy
Alter: 1785/1785
Maturity: 4
Strength: 410
System access: Level 1
Access points: 208
Contol: 1420
While I already know most of these, it doesn’t hurt to compare my knowledge and reality. I bring up information about the terms on me.
Race: Angel
The race of the agents of the creator. Can take up any form, basic one is human woman with large white wings and halo above their heads. They live for the sake of completing their task at any cost, agressive upon blocking them. They do not age, upon death they return to the creator. They have no genders and cannot reproduce.
Type: Energy
Ability to perceive any kind of energy, control and transform it. Cannot create nor destroy energy.
While this is all clear and understandable, it seems I was really born with a rare trait, just like the information the Creator gifted me told me. Energy in particular, is almost a godly power. The Creator might be similar, of course without the limitation. They are Creator because They can create.
But this ability should have great synergy with Alter. By grasping and understanding the energy behind it my effective Control would skyrocket. Then again, if it was that easy this world would have turned to dust by now. For now all I can rely on is my instinct and other skills to protect me.
I step away from the shower and open the water from afar, washing away the filth underground. They do have water, it seems. Should have checked first. I have no idea what world I am in. My dress is somewhat wrinkled so I fix it, but as I turn I notice myself in the mirror.
This is the first time in my life that I see myself, the form given to me by the Creator. I could change it, but I don’t want to. It’s a mere childish wish and longing.
My intimidating height around 190 cm is lost to my perfectly proportioned body, straight from the celestial heavens. Not like I have been there. My beautiful light devouring black, straight hair reaches just a little bit below my waist, shortened on the sides to not be in the way of my long, white, mesmerizing wings. I have light blue eyes, stealing the sky and freezing souls, but hidden fire burns behind them. My face is shaped by the creator, nothing else to say. To top it off, a white angelic summer dress fitted with heavenly black ornaments that are unrecognisable as armor by mere eyes complement style and hide my perfect size breasts.
Who wouldn’t love to be so beautiful with a body made by the person they respect and adore?! It would be an insult to the Creator to doubt my beauty! Khmm. Let’s leave it at that.
Finally, almost sparking I leave the restroom creating an expected awestruck audience. Heh, you wanted me to play along with your power games, but power is something I have an abundance of! Just as expected, I am led into an auditorium, me standing in the middle while people looking down on me from multiple sides, but seeing my real form all their arrogance is gone.
Wait, I sound like a villain. Well, it’s only in my head so I don’t have to worry.