“Wake up, Human!” Mary playfully slapped the side of Teasel’s head.
“Urgh,” Teasel opened his eyes to see the red-haired devil smiling above him. He was lying on the ground of a dimly lit room. Was this Hell? “What happened to me?” he asked.
Teasel immediately noticed two things when he spoke: firstly, his mouth was not moving to form his words; and secondly, the voice was not his own. What?
He tried to move his arms but realised that Mary’s legs were pinning them down.
“Feeling alright?” Mary grinned happily.
“I would feel better without you sitting on me.” Teasel joked.
Mary pouted her face at him. “Fine. Even Moth liked to be my chair back in high school,” She reluctantly got up off Teasel.
“Teasel, do you like dragons?”
“What?” Teasel blinked. “Uh… I guess so. I used to play with toy dragons when I was younger.”
Mary nodded her head approvingly. “That’s good. Then you’ll like this.”
She took a small mirror from a nearby desk and brought it to Teasel’s face.
...But that wasn’t his face. It was the head of a fierce, grey dragon. Two blood red eyes stared back at him. What the heck? He looked down, and instead of the scrawny body he was accustomed to seeing, he saw a large, sleek silver dragon body.
“Teasel,” Mary said. “You’re a dragon.”
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The FM-6 was designed to reflect a dragon as closely as possible. But unlike a dragon, it had four arms instead of two, all equipped with extendable blades at the claw tips. The wings of the FM-6 also had a unique function - they were mainly used for protection. On the rare occasion they were used to fly, they reached a maximum of 20 meters in altitude. This was because the FM-6 relied on three nuclear boosters on its legs and back to fly to a speed of mach 10.
Professor Rice’s FM-6 was a model, made of titanium instead of depleted uranium. Although it wasn’t nearly as strong as an actual FM-6, with only a speed limit of mach 6 and substantially less firepower, it still possessed power most beings could only dream of.
It was said that Professor Rice personally went to work in the Armoury for a decade in order to obtain this functional model of the FM-6. He kept quiet about this, but the professor enjoyed it a lot more when the robot was hanging in his room as a motionless statue.
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“I…I’m a dragon?!” Teasel’s brain simply could not accept the fact that he was the huge robotic monster in the mirror; albeit a quite handsome one, with the sleek silver coat and ruby red eyes. He reached for his face and felt his new long snout, gleaming horns and the hard metal surface of his face.
Mary jumped beside him. “Yup. Unfortunately, your human form couldn’t handle the toxic gases of Hell, and well...” she cautiously monitored Teasel the Dragon’s face for any sign of emotion. Of course, there wasn’t any - his face was now made of metal. “This was the only way to let you live, Teasel.”
Teasel clunkily got up to his feet, getting used to this new host body. He wasn’t sure how he felt. One the one hand, he always did like dragons. But to become one and lose his own body, the only one he had known for 18 years?
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“Tell me,” Teasel the Dragon turned to Mary. “What have I gained from my new body?”
Mary cocked her head. “How about unlimited power, speed, and the ability to replace body parts?”
“What else?”
“You’ll be the second human to become immortal,” Professor Rice stepped out of the shadows of the corner of the room. “It was quite unfortunate we weren’t able to greet each other properly when you first entered Hell. I apologise on behalf of my students for you having to abandon your former biological body.”
Teasel’s joints creaked as he shifted on his sturdy reptilian legs. He was going to miss his old body, but basically infinite strength, speed, and immortality? Teasel could live with that. “I’ll get used to this, I hope. How should I address you, sir?” When Teasel finally looked at Professor Rice, a digital analysis of the cyborg-zombie appeared in front of his eyes, listing various things such as a description, skills, strengths, and more.
“Ah! What the frick?” he exclaimed. Or maybe he said something stronger.
Two more figures, Jessie and Jelly, stepped into the light behind the professor.
“Ah.” Jessie spoke up. “Do you want to turn off your combat analysis function?”
Teasel thought about it. “Nah, leave it on. If you guys gave me this suit, I’m guessing my job will mainly be to battle. I could get used to this.”
“Very good,” the professor nodded. “I like pupils who are willing to try new things, new experiences, and are willing to make a change. My name is Professor Vedanta Rice. You can call me Vedanta.”
“May I call you professor Rice like the others?” Jessie took a few steps forward, each causing a tremor in the ground. He finally understood the need of a tail to balance his heavy body, “I’m new to this world, and I have so much to learn from you and everyone. Please, make me your student.”
The professor patted Teasel on his wing and smiled. “Alright, you can call me Professor Rice. But in exchange, I’d like for you to answer a few questions I have about the human world.”
“I’ll try my best, Professor Rice.”
“Great!” said Jelly. “Shall we go have some food now, guys?”
“Sure!” everyone exclaimed.
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“Come on Raphael!” Micuffy laughed as she pushed another glass of white wine to the Throne Angel. “you’ve only had two glasses tonight.”
They were in the Hall of Glory, where all of the angels were gathered to celebrate the end of another day. Like the other buildings in Heaven, the hall was enormous, with towering marble pillars, an impressive glass dome, and priceless paintings and banners hanging from the ceiling. There were angels seated around numerous round tables spread across the room, all laughing and jostling each other and generally having a blast. Invisible wind servants whizzed around the hall, filling up drinks as fast as the angels could down them.
Raphael sighed. “I’m not in the mood right now, Micuffy.” Raphael had laid her head on the cold marble surface of the table. She was staring into the distance. “Maybe later.”
Micuffy had rarely seen Raphael like this. She was always the one who seemed to command the most respect, and would usually scold her if she was lying on the table. “Ahhh, I see. You’re still thinking about that devil, aren’t you?”
Raphael raised her head a little but quickly dropped back down again. “I will find her again.” she breathed.
“Don’t tell me you are into devils now, Raf.” Micuffy put a hand over her mouth and giggled, “How cute.”
“Shut up.”
“Are you alright, Raphael?” a dark-haired angel sitting next to them asked. “I’ve never seen you this depressed before.”
“Well-”
Before Raphael could answer, Micuffy cut in - “Raf’s been lovestruck by a devil, Gabbie! Now she can’t stop thinking about it.”
Gabbie whistled. “Interesting, very interesting. Is he handsome? I have seen some vampires before that have made me go head over heels.”
“Hang on a sec,” Micuffy interrupted. “Gabbie, do you not know that Raf is into…”
Raphael sat up and shot a murderous glance at Micuffy.
Micuffy laughed it off.
Gabbie seemed to notice something was up, but was polite enough to drop the subject. “So what type was the devil? Vampire? Dragon?”
“Not sure,” Micuffy shrugged. “But Raphael’s sword couldn’t penetrate them. The devil could also send out electric currents.”
Raphael had calmed down a little, and took a sip from her gold-tinted glass. “That’s right. I was going to pierce my sword straight through, but my stab just slowed down, as if being repelled by a force field.”
“Interesting,” Gabbie replied thoughtfully. She leaned in, as if to tell a secret. “Want to hear a myth I’ve heard from some other angels?”
“Sure, go ahead.” Raphael said.
“There have been similar encounters with this devil.” Gabbie whispered. “One theory is that the devil has some sort of ability to absorb the kinetic energy of the sword and convert it into electrical energy for a nasty shock.”
“How?” Micuffy remarked, “That’s hacking!”
“Well, another theory is that the devil has an insanely strong mind control ability, allowing her to stop any object dead in its tracks- think Darth Vader. Then they would also have some sort of gadget to send out electricity.”
“It’s highly unlikely that that’s the case. ” said Raphael. “If her telekinesis was powerful enough to stop a Throne Angel’s sword, she could have just lifted me into the air and project my sword back at me at an even greater speed.”
“True,” Gabbie agreed. “The most powerful telekinetic devil could only lift stationary objects, and required a good few seconds to lift heavy objects.”
“How about this?” Micuffy shifted closer to Raphael, making her slightly uncomfortable at the close proximity to another female. “Next time, Raf, if we see that *#$&@ again…”
“Micuffy, language!” Raphael exclaimed.
“Problem?” Micuffy laughed hysterically, “Fine. Next time if we meet that devil again, let’s try to use our spell attacks on her. She may be less resistant to those than melee attacks.”
“Sounds like a good idea, Micuffy.”
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