Waking up felt like an annoying endeavor, I was wrapped in a warm blanket made from the softest material I had ever felt. But repeated shouts from all around made it a very difficult prospect. I opened my eyes to come face to face with the familiar yet different face. The angel was gazing lovingly at me while we were encased in her wings.

"Finally wake, my lord, " said the angel with her divine tune, her voice laced with reverence with a pinch of playfulness.

"Wh-a-a?" I asked dumbly, finding my voice a lot deeper than before which took me for another loop.

"There, there, it is ok. No need for so much confusion, let your servant take care of you." replied the angel patting my head in a fashion that oddly calmed me down.

"What is happening?" I asked the confusion being tempered but the grogginess still muddling my memories.

"You have ascended, my lord." said the angel in a caring and subservient tone.

Most things had yet to make any sense so I latched on to the one that did. There were concerned and furious shouts coming from inside what I now realized was a feathery cocoon made from the wings of my angel friend.

"Umm. can you let me go?" I asked, memories slowly resurfacing of all that happened before my eventual unconsciousness.

"Must I, my lord?" asked the angel acting reluctant but there was playfulness in her words that disarmed the fact I was essentially trapped in her wings.

"Yes, please," I replied in good humor, I felt oddly comfortable around the angel and my higher brain function had yet to kick in.

She slowly unwrapped her wings pushing out of my heavenly prison and back to reality.

I tried to shift to a sitting position only to find my clothes absurdly tight, I looked down at myself only to be flabbergasted by what I saw. When I originally came to this world I would describe myself as a teenager that barely passed puberty, now my body looked like that of a cut athlete who spent years perfecting his physical form which included my manhood. I was no slouch before but damn talk about a meaty sausage. That brought me to my second point however, I was naked below the waist and my hands were in some sort of cuffs. The thought of cuffs brought it all crashing down. My mind went into overdrive making me hyperventilate. So many things were happening at once that my mind was getting overloaded.

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'Calm, my lord, calm. Just relax, I will answer all your questions soon enough.' whispered the angel in my head sending waves of calming light that soothed my frantic soul.

I peered around my bearings returning to me at last and saw the circle surrounded by soldiers in bikini armor and women of the clothe except skimpy chanting silently. All of them were stunned looking at me with barely repressed desire like just my visage put them out of sorts.

"What is happening?" I asked trying to act meek but the new timber of my voice made it sound more authoritative than submissive.

"You alright, son?" asked one of the women in armor, she looked the least bothered by me and had armor at least looked better and more protective than a bikini, though because of her helmet I could not make out her face.

"Yes, I guess," I answered not sure myself.

"Then can you please step out of the circle?" asked the same person.

"Ok" I answered hoisting myself up which proved rather difficult in my restrictive clothing and my cuffs, the angel moved to help and all at once the soldiers snapped out of their haze and brought out their blades pointing them at her.

"Do not touch the man." ordered the same woman whom I now assumed to be the leader of the group.

The angel unbothered by the threat moved to hoist me up and covered my lower half in a rather possessive manner with her wings. Everyone outside the circle tensed at the interaction but still did not dare enter and some things started to click in place.

'Later.' she answered before I could even begin to ask her a question.

'Ask for pants. These women do not have the right to gaze at your majesty' she said with a lot of possessive conviction in her voice.

"It is ok, she means no harm," I said trying to de-escalate the situation. That did absolutely nothing so then I tried.

"Can I get some pants?"

That brought about some confusion but they acquiesced and threw in my old baggy pants inside the circle. My hands being tied, the angel moved to deftly catch it and quickly work on putting them on. I felt coddled but as I was about to voice it.

'We are in a precarious situation, any dissent towards me will be taken poorly. Please, my lord, you may punish me later but let your humble servant do this for you.' these mental words had no layers to them, I could feel everything she was feeling at that moment, every worry, every hope, every desire. It made it very easy to trust her and if she was somehow playing a trick, well then she was probably the best actress in existence. There was also a bond, a sort of tether between me and her that broke through all of my usual emotional walls making us very attune to each other through my higher brain was very defiant in trying to prove otherwise. I stopped struggling and let her dress me, the motions between were so fluid and well-coordinated that even with the tight fit she had my pants on in mere moments. After which she quietly moved aside and freed me from her touch.

I moved out of the circle and there a collective sigh of relief could be heard across the room. This was when one of the soldiers that were with the earlier group of boys pointed out.

"Captain, he looks very different."

This made all of them look at me with more scrutiny and I could feel the angel smirk with pride as one of the priests exclaimed.

"He!!! He has ascended!"