Stepping foot into Damian's workshop, Oliver noticed how chaotic it was. Fabric was strewn everywhere, drawers were left open, needles were laying about waiting to cause an accident, the mannequins were tucked away behind corners; looking like something straight out of a horror movie, and some pieces of furniture that were obviously bolted to the floors. It was like walking into a painting drawn by a mad man.

"Shouldn't you clean this up, sir?" Oliver asked, brushing aside some fabric blocking his way.

Damian shrugged, explaining that this was just the type of man he was.

"It's best to work in an environment which you created yourself, as opposed to something that follows conventions..." Damian explained, picking up some fabric off the ground.

Oliver grimaced, finding his reasoning more akin to an excuse than something carefully thought up.

"Yeah sure whatever... Just please don't tell me you're gonna use these nasty fabrics on the ground to make my uniform..." Oliver said, noticing the dirtiness of some of the sheets.

"You're really picky aren't you? As they say, beggars..." Damian picked up a pair of scissors.

"...Can't be choosers"

Without hesitation, he threw it at Oliver. His throw was ex fast for Oliver to react. It was like watching a bullet fire out of a gun. If Damian hadn't curved his throw, Oliver would probably be dead.

It took awhile for his mind to fully realise what had happened, but once it was, Oliver fell to his knees as he began holding his face.

"I... I think I'm alive... I think..." Oliver thought, pinching his cheeks.

Looking at Damian, he noticed the nonchalant attitude he was exerting. Thinking back to what he knew about Damian, he remembered that he was an AR tier researcher. He was basically only a tier under the likes of senior investigator Kigel and the retired general of squad D, Himmel.

"To think that a researcher could be this strong... No... One mustn't underestimate anything; Festers and humans alike. That's a direct line from the handbook..." Oliver remembered.

He never really understood that line since for most of his employment, it was like second nature for other to underestimate him. However now that he had an example of the rule, he was starting to regret his willingness to cooperate with Damian.

"Hmm... I expected you to dodge... Well never mind. Perhaps that version of you is stuck elsewhere..." Damian said as he began gathering some materials.

Oliver was starting to get pissed off by his weirdness; but fear reminded him of the dangers that insulting him with bring.

"Are all high ranking Operators crazy?" Oliver thought, thinking back to the likes of Sieg and Shirou.

Grabbing a tape measurer, Damian began measuring Oliver's exact proportions. After he was done, Damian looked at the notepad where he wrote down Oliver's measurements. He nodded to himself before clapping his hands. The lights in the workshop turned off all at once, giving Oliver a scare.

"Hey what's the big idea?!" Oliver shouted.

"Be patient... It's starting" Damian said, his voice echoing.

Oliver was freaked out, but against all the alarm bells ringing in his head, he decided to believe Damian... And soon the darkness began to fade.

Little white dots began popping up around the room, like stars illuminating the dark night. Damian touched one of them using his finger, dragging it across the air. A trail of light followed his finger as he began searching for Damian then connected the string to another spot, causing the colour to change into turquoise. Oliver was amazed at what he just saw.

"What... Is that?" Oliver asked.

Damian chuckled before smugly telling him.

"It's my miracle" Damian explained.

A "miracle". An ability that manifests in humans who are able to use descent energy. Similar to a fester's innate technique, a miracle is an ability that uses descent energy to affect the world around them. However unlike an innate technique, a miracle is an ability that one must earn.

It was the first time Oliver had seen a miracle in person, but it was just as amazing as he thought it would be. The feeling of descent energy affecting his surroundings, was surreal. Like entering a warm floral bath. The sensation of the warm water hitting your skin, the soft and subtle sweet smell hovering just below your nose, the vague taste of something herbal on the tip of your tongue, the sound of the splashing water as your body enters the bath, and the pain of the water entering your eye. It was truly a full body experience. However all great things come at a cost. Oliver's nose began bleeding from the exposure, causing Damian to panic.

"Damnit! I forgot that you haven't had much experience with being this close to a miracle before. Let's finish this up quick before you pass out..." Damian said, tracing his finger onto the next dot.

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As his finger touched the third dot, it turned the colour red. This made Damian freeze up. Though it wasn't out of fear. It was just a long time since he had seen a red dot. He thought for a moment before smiling. He turned to look at Oliver, who was wiping his nose with a tissue. Oliver looked up to Damian, confused as to why he was smiling.

"It's nothing... It's just... You're exactly the man I expected you to be..." Damian said, laughing.

Oliver grimaced as he held the tissue up to his nose.

"Right not the time for jokes... Let's just finish up" Damian said, tracing his finger on the fourth dot.

All four dots turned gold before flying around Oliver. The dots cycled through various symbols, before eventually stopping and showing the symbol of a crow, a crown, a bloodied knife, and a book respectively. The dots then flew into Damian's hand, combining into one ball with all the colours swirled into one. It's appearance reminded Oliver of one of those hard candies you would get at a diner. Damian examined the ball a bit before smiling. He clapped again, turning the light back on abruptly. Oliver was blinded for a few seconds, as if he was just hit by a flash bang.

"Ow!" Oliver exclaimed.

Damian helped him up as he began apologising for turning on the lights without telling him.

"I'm sorry I just wanted to see if what I was seeing was real or not. You see my miracle is a glorified personality test. Each dot represents a personality archetype and they link together to determine the character of a person. And your personality, Oliver, is... Interesting... Very interesting. I didn't expect you would be this... Strange" Damian commented.

Oliver grimaced, asking him what he meant in an annoyed tone of voice. Damian chuckled before tossing the ball up and down.

"It's nothing... I'm just super happy I get to make something so unique! It's so tiring having to make the same coats over and over again!" Damian complained.

Oliver could understand Damian's feelings as he remembered all the paperwork he had to do during his time as sieg's intern. He held onto Damian's shoulder and looked at him solemnly.

"I hate paperwork too..." Oliver said.

Damian blinked his eyes before reminding Oliver that he never said anything about paperwork. Feeling embarrassed, Oliver quickly tried changing the topic.

"U- um well... Uh... oh! When can I get my uniform?" Oliver said frantically.

Damian laughed awkwardly before pausing to think. He held his chin as he looked down, seemingly contemplating something. It actually took a long time before Damian responded, so long in fact that Oliver started to doze off. After some time though, Damian snapped his fingers causing Oliver to wake up.

"I'm awake I'm awake!" Oliver said, wiping the drool from his mouth.

"Good, cause I've decided when you'll be getting your uniform" Damian said.

Oliver was ecstatic at the news. He impatiently began asking him over and over again how long it would take, making Damian a bit uncomfortable.

"S- sorry... I'm just a bit excited... So when can I get it?" Oliver asked.

"Hmm.... Now" Damian threw the ball up in the air.

The ball floated mid-air, spinning in place along the Y-axis. It was generating a vacuum that tried sucking in everything in the room. It was then when Oliver realised why the tables and chairs were bolted to the ground. He held tightly onto a table as he watched Damian throw some stuff into the orb.

"A bit of turquoise... I think this white fabric will do nicely too... Oh Oliver which squad do you belong to?" Damian asked, sifting through a box of fabrics.

Oliver didn't understand the relevance of his question, but told him he was part of the C squadron anyways. Damian gave a thumbs up before throwing some black fabric into the orb. It took awhile for Oliver to notice it, but the more materials Damian threw in, the more the orb began to take shape. It started as a blob at first, then vaguely resembled a shirt and pants, until finally it took it's final form. The vacuuming force disappeared, the whole room returning back to normal as a pair of clothes dropped into Damian's hands. He rubbed his fingers through the fabric, finding the quality up to his standard.

Turning to Oliver to show him his creation, Damian found Oliver knocked out on the floor.

"Shit! I should've known that amount of descent energy would knock him out cold!" Damian said in a frenzy.

He quickly packed up the uniform, as well as Oliver's attachment unit, before carrying him to the medical ward. On his way there, he met a certain person close to Oliver. Someone who seemed rather upset to see him unconscious.

Waking up in a bed in the medical ward, Oliver grimaced.

"How many times have I woken up in an unfamiliar room? I think this is the third time if I'm not mistaken..." Oliver thought to himself, sighing.

He turned his head to the side, a bit surprised to see Olivia sitting beside his bed. Her arms were crossed and she looked a little sleepy, so he could only imagine how long she waited for him.

"I'm a horrible brother... Not only did I insult her yesterday without apologising... But I made her wait for me... I truly do-" but before he could finish his thought, he noticed the clock on the wall.

He had to read it back a couple of times, as he really couldn't believe the time. He slowly turned his head to Olivia once again, though this time his eyes were fixed with contempt.

"I've only been knocked out for 27 minutes, and she's already dozing off?!!" Oliver thought, his eye twitching.

He was extremely close to shaking her awake, but his body was still too weak from the miracle exposure.

"Damnit... I guess miracles really are no joke... Even a support based miracle like Damian's, can cause my body to react this badly..." Oliver thought, wincing in pain.

He turned over to his other side, touching a button on the side of the bed with his nose.

"Quick diagnosis scan has started" a robotic voice came out from the head of the bed.

Oliver laid straight on the bed, letting the holographic line scan his body from head to toe. It took a couple seconds to process, but soon a projection of his diagnosis appeared above his bed.

"Hmm I guess everything looks fine. But my descent energy readings are way to high. I guess it's paperwork this week... Unless..." Oliver said to himself, smirking a bit.

He remembered that whenever he transformed, his body was able to use descent energy. So if he were to expel the excess descent energy in his body through an execution, his body would return back to normal.

"I'll transform after work... But I'll use my condition right now as an excuse to slack off" Oliver said, laughing smugly to himself.

After he said that, he felt someone pinching his arm. Due to the effects of the excess descent energy, the pain hurt Oliver more than it should have. He cussed the person who pinched him without thinking, but after letting out all of his emotions, he felt as if he messed up big time. Turning to the person who pinched him, Oliver saw Olivia who had woken up from her hap. She was staring him down with a dark expression on her face, as if she was going to kill him. Oliver froze up as he began to stammer an apology.

"I- I... a- am... s- sorry..." Oliver said almost going to cry.

Olivia's gaze softened for a moment as she took a deep breath. A sense of relief washed over Oliver as he breathed a sigh. Unfortunately, every action has its own consequences. With all her strength, plus some descent energy, Olivia flicked Oliver's forehead. The pain he felt the moment her finger touched his forehead, reminded him of when Pierro crushed his head. He almost fainted from the pain, but managed to barely hold on. The sudden increase in his heart rate alerted the medical ward staff, his room filling with doctors and nurses to help him.

Looking at all the people coming in, Olivia began panicking. She frantically searched for an exit, finding the only option to be a window. She wondered if a three storey drop would really be worth it, before deciding that staying and getting in trouble wouldn't be that bad. Besides, they had no proof Olivia was the one who hurt Oliver, so who car-

"It was Olivia" Oliver said coldly, pointing at Olivia.

The staff turned to Olivia with a disappointed look in their eyes. Olivia began shaking a bit, however she still tried to play it off.

"Huh? What? Who's Olivia?" It was then she realised she messed up.