Celestial Peak Orphanage, Haven City

Year 43 of Celestial Era

Day Solaris

Men and magic, that was all that remained.

Life had been a constant struggle, with food and drink and war demanding the full attention of man for all but a handful of moments saved for the preservation of the species. The pressure had done humanity well; the strong and the swift and the cunning had proliferated. Humanity fought and fought well, discovering new means of driving back the darkness: technology, statecraft, and even magic. And by arcane means, they push through the darkness…

A new age was set up on the world.

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Life was a relentless fight, with sustenance, warfare, and the primal urge for species' preservation dominating the majority of human existence. But pressure birthed diamonds; humanity's strongest, swiftest, and cleverest propagated. Mankind resisted fiercely, unearthing novel strategies to combat the encroaching darkness: technology, statecraft, and even magic. By these arcane means, they carved a path through the abyss...

And thus, a new epoch graced the world.

"Who are making these damn posters? They sound the fuckin' same just different method of bullshit"

"I don't care about human posters. Get on with your story!"

The voice angrily said to his master but said master barely cared. The baby rolled his eyes and went to tell his back story to his pet baby dragon.

"Once upon a time, there existed an exceptionally handsome, cool, adored young man, revered by all..."

"Hold on a minute!" Fafnir, his form resplendent with gold and vibrant red hues reflecting off his ethereal form, commanded attention with his sheer presence. His soft, luminescent underbelly contrasted beautifully with the metallic scales cloaking his body. With a long, flexible tail, diminutive wings on his back, and a pair of budding silver-gray horns crowning his head, he abruptly interjected, "It's only the first sentence, and I already smell an egregious load of crap." His tone dripped with impatience and vexation.

The infant regarded his unwanted invisible companion that only he can see and hear, disinterested already. He thought, but not too much of course for such higher order thinking was beyond him, about Fafnir claims. Perhaps he had slightly exaggerated. Only slightly though. He muttered "dumb lizard" under his breath as he began anew.

"Once upon a time there was a ruthless, defiant, demon-like, chad-like bastard who thought nothing of his fellow man. He was both feared and respected in equal measure his power knew no bounds…"

"Cease!" The baby dragon, yet again, interfered. "This is even more implausible than the first! Let's face it, you're about as intimidating as I am." He exhaled heavily. "And what happened to the charming you man?"

"Sarcastic dick..."

Gazei glowered at the dragon for its audacious query. "You done bitchin'? You want to hear the rest? Then how ‘bout you shut up for two seconds and listen!" Gazei snapped, glaring at the baby dragon as if he were a beast eying its prey during a pursuit. Not many humans can pull it off, but he was sure he was giving a 10 out of ten glares.

He was reincarnated human, or whatever the hell he was. Gazei was not sure the tail, extra ears, and the scales are evident signs that he isn't entirely human. The human feet and black skin color were at least welcome. "Well, whatever," he continued, on his back since he was too helpless to move anyway. "Now, where was I? The feared, respected, and beloved young man was making his way home from school to visit his absurdly attractive friend of indeterminate gender that loves miniskirts when suddenly a portal appeared and swallowed him up..."

"NO PORTALS!" Fafnir, seemingly still incensed, screeched as he sprang towards his charge. "That's impossible! Stop! No one will buy this balderdash. You're wasting my time with this absurd fanfic introduction!"

Gazei proceeded as though he hadn't heard the dragon's complaints. "As the young man was transported through time and space, he thought to himself, 'my, what shit luck. never going to play sparking zero now.'." Gazei paused and regarded Fafnir, who'd begun to headbutt the wall, creating a substantial dent in the plaster. Indifferent to the dragon's antics, he resumed his tale. "Anyways, the young man ends up in Paradiso, where he encounters the heavenly boss lady and the demonic boss lady for reasons he didn't ask or cared, both beauties crown him as the Angel and Demon Lord and bestows upon him the angelic and demonic marks of boundless power. Now, this man with limitless power is tasked with becoming the mightiest angel-demon in the history of all time. But wait there more! The two divine bitches granted him OP traits and passives that are ABSOLUTELY NO GOOD FOR POOR-ASS ORPHAN THAT NEED TO EAT LIKE FAT ALBERT AND HOMER FUCKIN’ SIMPSON A DAY TO SURVIVE!!" Having narrated his story in a single breath, Gazei gasped for air. After regaining his composure, he looked up at his dragon companion, as if to ask, 'Are you satisfied now?'

Fafnir, despite his spectral state, had a lone trail of blood snaking down from his silvery mane. He gave his master the flattest look he could muster before crumpling into a heap. As the last remnants of his sanity were savagely annihilated, banished to the depths of hell, and devoured by demons, he mumbled something indecipherable.

"Oi, Fafnir, you sleepin' or you just playin' dumb?" Gazei called out, hoisting his right hand, palm turned inward. An Enochian-like symbol gleamed on his skin, a vibrant gold testament of his claims. "You see this, numbskull? I just made my point." His other hand traced the enigmatic design as if it were the crux of his argument. He raised his left hand showed a similar symbol but more demonic symbols.

But Fafnir, the young dragon, remained sprawled on the bed, silent as a graveyard. An unsettling hush claimed the room.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed as an icy chill sliced through the air. Fafnir's scaled body jerked in surprise when a third voice echoed out, its tone as cold as the frosty wind it rode on. "So, I've found you…"

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Gazei's head snapped around in response, and Fafnir's eyes shot upwards. Fabric rustled and curtains fluttered as they opened, revealing a silhouetted figure stepping into the room. Suspicion sparked in their eyes as they peered at the intruder.

Fafnir, the spectral sun dragon, squinted, his eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden change in light. A sweater … and a woman? As his sight finally caught up with the circumstances, his lascivious instincts kicked in.

The lady before them was garbed in motherly attire. Fafnir's eyes traced her shapely legs, climbing higher until he came across a sight that sparked a fervor within him. Oh, damn... Her chest was... No, his mind screamed – HOLY HEAVENS, WHY ARE THEY SO BIG?! The near suffocation, the self-inflicted brain damage, the mental breakdown he had just experienced; all were momentarily forgotten as he sprang to his feet, saliva leaking from the corners of his gaping mouth.

"Stop gawking, you pervy lizard!" Gazei shot a glare at Fafnir, his mental voice barely above a whisper. His eyes remained fixed on the silhouette. A lady... the ominous chill she brought with her filled the room, causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin. The room was silent, except for Fafnir's nervous chattering and big breasted woman's rhythmic breaths. The strange tension was almost palpable.

Gazei for his part tried to look unimpressed, however inwardly he sensed that something was amiss. Ignoring her large assets, her appearance seemed to defy reality; she wore glasses and those stupid sweater tops that attractive mothers love to swear for reasons he doesn't know. As Gazei stared, Fafnir's incessant drooling broke his concentration.

"Fafnir! Seriously, control yourself!" he hissed, trying to smack the dragon with his small hand. But his admonishment fell on deaf ears. Fafnir was lost in his fantasies, his lustful gaze trailing up the woman's legs to her shapely figure.

"Bitch! Wake! Up!" Gazei finally snapped, the reality of their situation finally sinking in. He turned his gaze back to beautiful woman, scrutinizing the intruder. This wasn't some light novel where beautiful just appear out of nowhere! Not in this crappy orphanage His mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle of the woman in their room.

"Who the hell are you?" he finally demanded, mustering up as much authority as a baby could channel that Bart Simpson attitude. "And why do I feel like you’re going to cause me problems in the future?"

The tense silence stretched on, measured by the rhythm of anxious heartbeats, only to be shattered by a sudden high-pitched, almost hysterical, cry from the brunette stranger. "Master!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of fervor and exaltation, snapping Gazei and Fafnir out of their frozen states. "I finally found you." The raw jubilation in her tone left Gazei, who was left stupefied.

Tears of pure joy began to well up in the corners of her vibrant purple eye as she leapt off the windowsill, her voice resonating with a profound sense of fulfillment. "Hilda has found you!" she declared, her voice brimming with triumphant relief.

Before Gazei could even process what was happening, he found himself scooped up by the brunette whirlwind. Disoriented and half-stunned, he felt himself ensnared in an extraordinarily strong bear hug. Taking a moment to process the situation, he realized he was sandwiched between her muscular arms and—surprisingly—her ample bosom.

With every breath, he felt the warmth of her body pressing against him, the softness of her chest squeezing against his. As the reality of the situation sunk in, an uncomfortable heat began to flood his cheeks. His face reddened to a deep shade of crimson, and he could almost swear his body temperature shot up a couple of thousand degrees in the throes of mortified embarrassment.

The arcane hatchling looks on at the scene. The brunette beauty had wrapped her arms not to mention other parts of herself around his master and was furiously nuzzling his face with her nose and cheeks. After the perverted thoughts had come a feeling of envy. That his stupid master of all people had this mommy bombshell wrapped around him like cling wrap while he, obvious the more intelligent and handsome of the two, was stuck here gaping at them. He glanced at the bastard who was obviously enjoying all the attention and noticed that his face had reddened until it resembled a well ripened tomato. He was so red that Fafnir worried that his master was about to spontaneously combust.

Just as the pressure within Gazei threatened to reach dangerously high levels, the woman eased her grip and began to cradle him like an ordinary baby. The reincarnated human breathed a sigh of relief, only to notice that the woman's attention was now firmly fixed on the golden mark on his hand.

She continued her inspection for such a prolonged period that Gazei could feel his arm growing weary from the strain. "Ayo," he murmured, attempting to catch her attention with a gentle tug. "Could I maybe get my hand back now?" Yet, his plea went unheeded. Annoyed by the continued neglect, he pulled again, this time with more force, but her grasp remained unwavering.

Stupid baby muscles…

Suddenly, she lifted his hand to her cheek and began to nuzzle against it. This unexpected action caught Gazei off guard, causing him look at her awkwardly, his face burning with both discomfort and a growing sense of embarrassment.

At least the woman didn't seem startled by the fact that a one-month-old baby could articulate words clearly.

Fafnir, being a construct of his master's personality, mana, and essence, had a deep understanding of Gazei's thought process. Granted, it wasn't overly complex - typically oscillating between violence and... well, more violence. But given that a woman was involved and Gazei had sworn to himself never to raise his hand against the fairer sex, his brain seemed to have hit a roadblock.

At only a month old, Gazei had already demonstrated the strength of a teenager. Fafnir could testify to this, having experienced it firsthand when he got too close to his master. But right now, Gazei's efforts to free himself seemed futile. Fafnir, in his characteristic blend of loyalty, bravery, intelligence, and whatnot, decided it was his duty to intervene.

With a resounding war cry that was surprisingly high-pitched, the spectral dragon lunged forward, grabbing Gazei's arm and pulling in tandem with his master. Amidst the chaos, none of them noticed the glowing symbol on Gazei's hand. The golden light, pulsating rhythmically, soon filled the room. As the glow intensified, Fafnir and Gazei could do nothing but stare, their mouths agape, as everything was consumed in a blinding golden flash.

Both Gazei and Fafnir's underdeveloped delinquent brains were still struggling to comprehend the sequence of events. Gazei let out a loud cough, accompanied by Fafnir's exaggerated gagging. Gazei turned his attention back to the intruder, who now seemed slightly ruffled.

Assuming a kneeling position, the woman held Gazei gently while facing the flabbergasted Fafnir. She exuded an air of tranquility, her gaze never leaving Gazei's as she introduced herself.

"My name is Hildegarde, but please, call me Hilda. I am an angel maidservant, and you, Gazei, are my new master. Soon my sisters will join us, as soon as they find suitable bodies. My counterpart Tonya should be here in five minutes. She will be the head maid of the demon wet nurses. We have chosen bodies suited to your internet browser history. Whatever that is, Mother Eve and Lilith didn't explain it much."

Gazei responded with a flat, unimpressed stare, while Fafnir gaped at the apparently delusional woman.

"Would like to feed now my master? I can be milked."

"I still blame Rin for this!" Gazei mumbled, feeling the pangs of hunger gnaw at him once again. "I blame every single annoying woman in my life for this! I gave my mom orders that if I ever disappear that she would delete my history! What is dad doin'?! Hiding from ma again?!

Gazei and Fafnir jaw dropped when Hilda began to take off her top.

"Stop! I will not feed from you. I would rather kill Fafnir first!"

"Don't you mean yourself first!" The hatchling hissed back at the infant.

"Dumb dragon... why would I kill myself?"