Rhamiel's place was... homely, was the best word I could use to describe it. With a neat little fireplace surrounded by comfortable-looking couches over at one side and a tall bookshelf filled to the brim with, well, books on the other, it somewhat reminded me of what my grandparent's place used to look like before they died.

I fidgeted in place, glancing around and continuing my observation of the large room as I waited for Rhamiel to step through the portal as well, trying my best to hide my nervousness.

Thankfully, it didn't take long, and only around half a dozen seconds after I'd entered, the four-winged woman did as well, the golden portal behind her promptly vanishing once she'd passed.

"So!" Rhamiel wasted no time, clapping her hands together and giving me a bright smile. "Let's get you all nice and comfortable, and then we can talk. Is that alright?" She asked gently, her smile never dimming despite my struggles to meet her eyes.

Sue me, I was still kind of traumatized from, you know, the whole dying thing!

I gave her a shy nod before murmuring out "Y-yeah, that sounds fine...".

Rhamiel grinned widely. "Perfect! Come on then, follow me. I've prepared a guest room, and I think you'll love it." She said as she walked towards the room's door, with me hurriedly following after her.

As we walked, she introduced me to her place, giving me a brief tour on our way to my new room. "And this here is the second bathroom. Don't worry about there not being a toilet, us angels don't have bodily needs like most mortals do."

I nodded along, briefly filing away any useful information. I wasn't really surprised at her calling herself- and me, I guess- an angel, but her mention of mortality left me with a strangely peculiar feeling in my chest.

"And finally," Rhamiel said grandiosely, opening one final door open, "Is your room. I've put a nice bed in here, there's a makeup station there, some weights over there, some table games here..." She rambled on, rattling off the many commodities she'd shoved into the room.

And... Well, it definitely showed, considering the fact that it was cluttered to hell and back. "This is... nice. Thank you." I told her honestly.

I still had no idea what was going on, but seeing someone go to such lengths for me, from inviting me into their house, preparing a room for me, and being willing to answer my questions... Well, it definitely helped calm my anxiety down.

Rhamiel beamed. "No problem! Now, do you want me to leave, or would you rather I stay with you?" She tentatively offered, clearly wishing I would ask her to stay.

Unfortunately for her, I really needed some time to myself. "I'd... rather be alone for a bit. Sorry." I meekly spoke.

"Oh. No, no, that's fine! I'll see you later, then. Come over to the kitchen when you're ready!" Rhamiel told me, quickly hiding the small note of disappointment in her tone. It still left me wincing slightly, though.

After Rhamiel had left, closing the door behind her, I just stood there for a few minutes, just staring at the bright blue walls of the room.

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Finally, I let out a massive sigh. Walking over to the bed, I flopped down onto it, rubbing my eyes as I curled up around myself.

"Damn," I muttered. "I'm not even tired... Ugh." I groaned, half-wishing that I could be having some sort of migraine right now, or hell, I'd even settle on feeling exhausted, but no, I felt as fine as a leaf.

Honestly, I just wanted an excuse to laze around for a bit that wouldn't leave me feeling guilty about forcing Rhamiel to wait on me, but alas, I had no such luck.

With a huff, I forced myself to my feet and made my way over to the makeup station that Rhamiel had mentioned, and once there, I took the opportunity to examine myself.

The person staring back at me was, in all honesty, a complete stranger. Oh, sure, she had my features, sort of, but it was like I'd been put through a thousand different photoshops to make myself look as beautiful as I could be.

Of course, one of the biggest changes I'd undergone had to be my eyes. Just like Rhamiel's or Sabaoth, they were now a bright gold, lacking any pupils in them and, if the mirror wasn't lying to me, they were shining slightly.

Feeling good about the changes so far, I looked down at my breasts, and sure enough, I was pretty sure they'd grown a bit if the way they hugged my shirt tightly was any indication. It was something that I'd completely failed to notice thanks to whatever sort of magical strength increase that I'd undergone, which, honestly, I was more than grateful for.

Having an aching back as I grew older was not something I'd ever looked forward to.

I struck several different poses, just generally enjoying this beautification treatment that I'd undergone. Was it vain of me? Probably. Did I care? Not really.

Any and all comforts, no matter how small, were more than welcome right about now.

When I was finally done with that, I spent some time cleaning up the room, setting it up in a way that I liked. I still didn't really feel as though this was my room, so much as it was a room that I'd been loaned by a stranger I barely knew, and organizing it in a way I liked helped me quite a lot in getting rid of that feeling.

Once that was finally done, I lazed around for another ten or so minutes, simply browsing through the book collection, which was thankfully all written in English, while lying stomach-down on the bed, legs swinging idly behind me.

However, when those ten minutes were up, I forced myself off the bed. I had questions to ask and answers to receive, and I wouldn't be getting them by being an ungrateful slob.

Once at the door, I hesitantly opened it, glancing around the small hallway between the bathroom in front of my room and the living room on the side. With as silent steps as I could manage, I made my way over to the kitchen, where Rhamiel had said she would be.

It didn't take long for me to reach it. The house was big, but it was still nowhere as stupidly big as, say, the massive room wherein Sabaoth had greeted me.

"Oh? You're here? Awesome! Come on, take a seat." Rhamiel spoke up as I entered the luxurious-looking kitchen. I did as told, nervously sitting down on one of the very luxurious chairs next to the dinner table.

Honestly, this whole place was a bit of a mindfuck. I mean, I could see an electrical oven, a fridge, a kitchen-aid, and several other more modern apparuteses. Not exactly something I'd expect from someone that could use real, honest-to-god magic.

Rhamiel gave me a bright smile from her own spot across the table. "Would you like something to eat? I know that former mortals often find comfort in food." She said eagerly.

I... honestly wasn't hungry at all, so I just shook my head. "Um, no thank you." I murmured. "I'd like to talk about... Well, everything. If you don't mind." I hurried out the last part, afraid of somehow offending her.

Rhamiel's lips pursed. "Aw. And I even made an entire dinner course... Oh well." She shrugged. "All right, I'll start explaining. What do you want me to start with?" She asked.

I paused, thinking her offer over.

"... Who are you?" I finally asked her. "Who is Sabaoth? What was that dark place? Why do you look so much like fantasy angels? Why do you-" I clicked my mouth shut as Rhamiel quickly raised her hands, looking a bit panicked.

"Woah, woah. One question at a time, please!" She quickly spoke, a faintly awkward grin on her face. "Here, how about I start off with who I am?"

At my small nod, Rhamiel's smile widened and became much more honest.

"Well, if you'll have me... I will be your mentor."