Yes, I know, another Michael story. I just couldn't help myself, enjoy!

Michael took another swig of his whiskey. Good lord, hooch was always good, no matter what time of day it was. Which as it happened, was four in the morning, in his shitty little shack in Megaton. He set down the now empty bottle of whiskey as he heard muffled screams coming from downstairs. He sat up from his ruined chair, and walked out of his room. He passed his standing suit of T51-b power armor as he went down the steps. Wadsworth floated out from the small kitchen, and stopped in front of his master.

"Ah, still awake sir? Your guest that you brought in earlier is awake as well." Wadsworth said.

Michael's eyes drifted over to the raider tied to a wooden chair. He wore some ragged clothing and an old tire on his right shoulder. His spiky Mohawk made him a couple of inches taller, and his brown eyes were widening with fear. Michael sneered and cracked his knuckles. He then grabbed a cigarette from off of the small table next to him, and lit it, taking a deep dreg.

"That little shit is going to get it." He said, breathing out the smoke.

While he was out of Megaton, some raiders attacked the town, a couple of people died, but even more of the raiders fell, and Wadsworth was badly damaged. It turned out, they were only after one thing, Michael's weapon stash. The raider that was tied up in his living room was one of the unlucky bastards that survived the attack. The other survivors scampered off with most of Michaels weapons.

His precious gauss rifle being one of them. Not to mention the countless alien weapons either. One way or another, Michael would get his weapons back. No one touches his hoard.

No one.

Michael walked over to the man and ripped the gag from his mouth. Not that he needed it, the entire town knew what was in store for this poor shmuck. He leaned down until he was almost nose to nose with the raider, then he pulled out his cigarette and blew smoke in the raiders face.

"Listen asshole. You just touched the dragon's hoard of gold, and the dragon is fuckin' pissed." He breathed out.

"Fuck you man." The raider said.

"Where did your friends go?" Michael asked him.

The raider spat in his face.

"Go to hell you crazy bastard!" He yelled.

Michael took a deep breath, and wiped the spit off of his cheek.

"Tell me where they are." Michael said, pressing the still lit cigarette on the raider's forehead.

The raider screamed out in pain, and Michael let the cigarette drop into his lap.

"I'll say it again bitch. Where the fuck are my guns?" Michael said.

"I'm not telling you shit!" The raider yelled.

Michael sighed, and grabbed a hammer from off the table next to him.

"You sure?" Michael asked, looking at the tool in his hand.

The raider said nothing in response, but bared his teeth.

Michael squatted down and pulled off one of his shoes. He raised the hammer.

"No wait!" The raider yelled.

Michael slammed the hammer down hard on his toes, resounding in a monstrous scream of pain from the raider.

"Will you tell me now?" Michael asked him.

"What the hell man!? You're supposed to be the fucking saint of the wasteland right!? Why are you doing this shit to me!?" The raider yelled.

Michael burst out laughing.

"You fucking idiot. Just because people say I'm a saint doesn't fuckin' mean I am one you retard. I just happen to be nice to nice people. You though, you are just bad through and through. I hurt bad people for a living you fuckin' cunt." Michael said, standing back up.

Michael dropped the hammer to the floor and back handed him, sending blood flying from the raider's mouth.

"Where are my fucking weapons!?" Michael yelled.

The raider's face was now stained with blood and tears.

"Okay man, just please don't hurt me no more! They're at… the Dunwhich building, the lowest floor!" The raider yelled.

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. He really didn't want to go back there, that obelisk was creepy as hell. But if he could save his babies, then he had to go.

"Thanks." Michael said, walking behind the chair that the raider was tied to.

"A-are you going to let me go?" The raider asked him.

Michael grabbed the raider's neck in a chokehold and snapped it. What a stupid question. His body slumped in the chair. Michael drew his trench knife from its sheath and cut off the dead man's index finger. He walked to the kitchen and put the finger in his freezer. Another one for the regulators.

"Waddy boy, clean this fuckin' shit up, I'm going on an adventure." Michael stated, walking back upstairs.

Wadsworth gave a robotic sigh.

"Of course sir, but maybe you should wait for a bit? You are quite drunk." Wadsworth said.

…

Now that the boy Issei was her pawn, Rias felt a sense of elation, or was it completion? Either way, she was glad. She had a few other positions to fill up of course, but that sense of accomplishment was amazing. She grabbed the teacup from the stand next to the couch she was lounging on, and took a sip. Black tea with two sugars. It tasted amazing. The clubroom was well furnished, however… Rias thought that it could do with something more… homey? Perhaps a pinball machine?

Wait a moment.

Pinball machines weren't something that was found in the everyday household, so perhaps that wasn't very 'homey' though she was still going to put it on her bucket list. Rias's eyes widened as she felt a powerful presence appear behind her. It was… terrifying. The teacup she was holding shook along with her hands as she turned around.

What she saw was a tall gaunt man wearing a black cloak. Rias could not make out his face, the only thing visible apart from the cloak were his hands, which were bright silver. This power… it could only belong to…

"A-are you God?" Rias asked it, resisting the urge to flee.

The being laughed.

"No." It responded.

Rias took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself.

"Then what are you?" She asked him.

"I am a scientist. Who wishes to conduct an experiment. Though for this one I will need your cooperation." The cloaked man said.

Scientist? Experiment? What was he on about?

"What do you mean by cooperation?" Rias asked him.

The cloaked man chuckled.

"All I wish to do is summon a powerful warrior to your world. A human who has slaughtered entire armies on his own. And I want you to make him into one of your kind." The cloaked man said.

"For what reason?" Rias asked, narrowing her eyes at the cloaked man.

"For the experiment. You'll see him soon." He said. "Use this piece on him. The cloaked man said, placing a bright red devil piece in her hand and suddenly vanishing into thin air.

Rias felt like a huge weight was taken off of her shoulders as it left. The power of that… thing, was ridiculous. The most terrifying thing about it was that it was greater than even her brothers might, or any other power she'd ever come across. She looked down at the chess piece. That's strange, it looked like a miniature atom bomb…

Well, she wasn't about to turn down a potentially useful devil. If the cloaked man wanted to conduct an experiment where it benefitted her, then she could care less.

It looked like she would need to gather up the club members. It was going to be odd explaining all that had just transpired.

…

"I'm sorry man! Please just don't-"The raider that was groveling before the obelisk started.

He never finished his sentence on account of a gauss round to the face. Brain matter, and… face matter? Were blown all over the obelisk behind the raider. Michael looked around the ruins. Last time he was here it was covered in feral ghoul corpses. Now it was covered in raider corpses. Michael tried to ignore the creepy whispering that emanated from everywhere in the room. He could hear it saying:

"I'll save you."

And it was making his hairs stand on end. Out of all the places he'd been in the wasteland, this place was the only one that still scared him. Something about it was just terrifying. He had been here three times now, and that's three times too many. The first time he went through the building and killed everything in it for shits and giggles. Well, it was shits and giggles until he found the obelisk room in the lowest part of the ruined building. Then he high tailed it out of there, flipping off the Dunwhich on the way out.

The second time it was to destroy a supposedly evil book. Which, as it turns out, was evil. This lady in point look out died leaving Michael a message, and that was to destroy the Krivbeckneh by touching it to the obelisk. He didn't really know why he did it, but when he did what she asked, and touched the book to the obelisk, yellow flame engulfed it, and exploded outwards. The Geiger counter went crazy and Michael ran faster than he ever had in his life.

And for thirdsies, it was chasing after a band of idiot raiders that thought they could make it big by stealing the legendary Lone Wanderers stash, which ended with him going on a killing spree through Dunwhich.

Again.

There was not going to be a fourth time. Fuck that shit. Michael took the large brown bag off of his back, and started throwing all his stolen weapons back in there. Alien atomizer this, atomic pulverizer that, shitty thirty two pistol because why not? After Michael had all the weapons in the bag, he threw it back over his shoulder, and was about to run out of the building when…

"Quite the expert at killing, aren't you Michael?" He heard a deep, gravelly voice say from behind him.

Michael turned around and his eyes widened. A man wearing a black cloak with silver hands stood in front of the obelisk, stretching his arms outwards. No. No. No.

"Nope!" Michael yelled shooting off a round at the cloaked man with his gauss rifle.

It was like trying to shoot air, the round passed right threw him and hit the obelisk instead.

"What kind of cultist bullshit is this!? I swear I'm going to blow this fuckin' place up man!" Michael yelled, turning back around and bolting.

The cloaked man appeared out of thin air in the doorway up the stairs. Blocking the exit. Michael started freaking out. He pulled out a random weapon from his pack, which happened to be the alien blaster, and started firing off shots. The cloaked man put out his right hand and caught each shot. Literally, caught. Like they were playing catch with alien plasma.

Holy shit. This is the god that the guys at Dunwhich were worshipping isn't it!? He's probably pissed that he killed a fuck ton of his worshippers and destroyed his book! Well Michael wasn't apologizing.

The cloaked man teleported right in front of Michael and shoved his arm through Michael's power armor. Michael looked down and saw that his arm phased through, not even leaving a puncture. He felt something warm coming up through his throat, and he began to taste iron in his mouth. He coughed up the liquid to see that it was blood. The cloaked man retracted his hand, and disappeared. Michael fell backwards, and was sat up by the massive pack of weapons on his back. He put a hand on his armored chest.

He was going to die.

Michael smiled. It was about damn time! Michael's smile was interrupted when he started coughing up more blood. He felt a sense of pride actually. It took the god of some cult to kill him. It took a god to end his life. Sure, it wasn't exactly how he wanted to go out. Michael was imagining fighting off an army of super mutants with ten behemoths backing them up. That would have been a badass way to die too.

"Heh… I guess that means there's a capital G for God after all…" Michael said, his eyes slowly closing.

Michael could see a light at the end of a dark tunnel. He didn't care what anyone said, he was going after it. Michael felt like he was running towards it, but he knew he couldn't even move in his present state. Soon, he began to hear a familiar voice calling out to him.

"Son! What on earth!? Why are you dead!?" He heard the voice yell.

Michael's pace quickened when he realized who the voice belonged to.

"Dad!" He yelled.

…

"Dad…" The man mumbled.

"Oh look at that, he's calling out for his daddy, how adorable!" Akeno exclaimed.

Issei scratched the back of his head and narrowed his eyes at the man who just appeared in the clubroom. He just… appeared right over the table between the couches, and broke it. He wore some kind of large wrist watch that emanated a sickly green light.

"This is the guy? What's with the backpack?" Issei asked Rias, pointing to the new arrival.

Kiba walked over to the backpack in question and once he opened the large flap on the top, his eyes widened. He backed away, looking mortified.

"I've never seen so many guns in my life!" Kiba exclaimed.

"Oh shit there are guns in there? Lemme see!" Issei begged, clambering over to the near-dead man.

Issei opened the flap, and pulled out an ak-47 assault rifle.

"Badass!" Issei yelled.

Rias could then hear the man murmur.

"Don't… touch… fucking… kill you." The armored man murmured.

Issei hurriedly placed it back in his pack.

"How did he know? He's basically dead right?" Issei asked, paling slightly.

Kiba coughed.

"If a man loves his weapons enough, he will know if they are being taken away from him. Or maybe he can just hear you going through his stuff." Kiba said.

"Or maybe he just knows when someone stupid is touching his guns." Koneko said.

"That's enough, back away from him." Rias said, approaching his armored form.

She placed the chess piece on his chest, and watched as it sunk into his armor.

"In the name of House Gremory, rise now, and be my new servant." Rias said.

Everyone's eyes widened as they saw his backpack… just phase into him along with the chess piece. What on earth? The man quickly stood up from the ground, and looked around at his surroundings. He screamed.

"What the fuck is going on!?" He yelled.

So he speaks English then? He must be American based on the accent.

"Err… what?" Issei asked him.

"Err... what?" The man asked Issei.

Rias chuckled.

"You just asked each other the same question." She said in English.

"Oh thank god you don't speak asshole red. Now, could you tell me where the hell I'm at?" He asked her.

"Quite the mouth on you huh? I'll tell you, but first you have to give me your name." Rias said.

The man sighed.

"It's fucking Michael okay? Now where am I?" Michael asked

Oh no.

"Michael huh? I don't really like that name… let's say we change it to something else hmm?" She reasoned.

Michael scoffed under his helmet.

"Sorry red, but that's not exactly up to you. My name is Michael. Now tell me where I am before I kill everyone in this room." He said.

Let's see… bad temper, potty mouth, violent attitude… this is going to take some getting used too. Kiba, Akeno, and Koneko all tensed up, ready to charge him in a moment's notice. Right… she forgot that they knew how to speak English too.

"Ha! Give me a break kids. You want a piece of this? Then come the fuck on! If you work hard enough I'll give you the whole damn pie!" Michael cackled, reaching behind him.

He felt around his back, but once he realized that his pack was no longer there, he emanated fury. He took deep ragged breaths.

"Where are they?" Michael asked, shaking with rage.

"That backpack you were wearing sweetie? I'm pretty sure you just absorbed it or something." Akeno said.

"Could someone tell me what they're saying?" Issei asked no one in particular.

"Shut up." Koneko responded.

"Excuse the fuck out of you? How the hell do you 'absorb' a backpack of fucking weapons!? You had better tell me where my babies are right now or I swear that I'll splatter all of you against that fucking wall over there!" Michael exclaimed, pointing to the wall behind Rias.

Wait a moment… could it be?

"Michael, before you splatter anything, think about one of your babies." Rias said.

"What?" Michael asked her.

"Just do it, trust me." Rias said.

Michael stayed silent for a moment before a gun appeared in his left hand, it looked like a black scoped .44 magnum.

"What the flying fuck!?" Michael yelled out in surprise.

He held the gun in front of his face, and flipped the canister open.

"Sweet a full clip!" Michael exclaimed before pointing the gun at Rias. "Now tell me where I am before I cap your ass."

The entire clubroom then went to charge Michael, but then something even stranger happened. Four more guns surrounded Michael, each one pointed at a different club member. One was an ak-47, one was a sniper rifle, one was a glowing green pistol, and the last one was a long white rifle with an odd shape.

The club members all froze, and Rias's eyes widened.

"Ok… what?" Michael asked.

Rias sighed.

"Incredible. Everyone calm down, Michael I'll tell you everything, just… try not to shoot anyone okay?" Rias asked him.

The guns then all disappeared, including the magnum he was holding.

"You've got a lot of explaining to do red! Like… the fuck?" Michael asked.

Rias nodded.

"Right follow me… but, err… first you need to take off the armor, today is a school day you see, wouldn't want to draw attention to yourself."

"School day? In a post nuclear wasteland?" He asked her.

Now it was Rias's turn to be confused.

"Post nuclear wasteland? What are you talking about?" Kiba asked him.

"You've… gotta be fucking kidding me right? Just look at the fucking wasteland outside!" Michael exclaimed approaching a window.

He grabbed the long red curtain and yanked it off. The sunlight poured in and everyone covered their eyes at the sudden change in lighting. It was beautiful outside, the grass was green, sun was shining, and it was nice out.

Michael just stood there, silent.

"Are you okay?" Kiba asked him.

Michael pulled off his helmet, revealing that he had long black hair. He placed the helmet down next to his feet, and took a deep breath, turning around. He was surprisingly handsome, in a rugged, dirty way, but handsome nonetheless. He had a rough looking beard and sported quite a few scars on his face. That was not the most surprising thing about him though. He was young, young enough to be in college or a senior in high school. Rias was expecting some grizzled war veteran with grey hair with a cigar in mouth.

This was good actually, it meant that she didn't have to keep him somewhere away from the academy. She could… 'Convince' the staff and principle that he was a transfer student from America, that he came here to learn Japanese. She would have to figure the whole post nuclear wasteland thing right now though.

"Alright I'll bite. Someone turn the valve on my back please." Michael asked.

Akeno smiled, and walked over to him, turning the valve on his suit. The white armor seemed to open up behind him, and he stepped out of it.

"Wow, it's like a mech suit!" Issei exclaimed.

Rias actually expected him to be wearing jeans and a t-shirt or something, but as it turned out it was a sleek, black under suit with what seemed to be a hood hanging off the nape of his neck. As soon as he was out though, everyone plugged their nose. He stank… bad, as if he hadn't taken a shower in weeks, or even months.

"Why don't you go hop in the shower hun?" Rias asked him.

Michael's eyes widened.

"Holy shit you have a shower in this bitch? Fuck yeah! I haven't had a shower in months!" Michael said, confirming Rias's earlier thought.

...

Michael turned the handle on the shower, feeling warm water run over his skin. Fuck… that felt nice, and he had to get all this dry blood of one way or another. He noticed some mouth wash sitting on the rack next to him, and grabbed the bottle. Michael twisted off the cap and poured the burning liquid into his mouth. It burned, but in a good way. He swished it around for a minute before spitting it down the drain.

Now all he needs is toothpaste… but he didn't have a brush. Oh well. He ducked his hair under the shower head and felt the water run through his hair. God he forgot how nice it felt to take a shower. He let it just run for a few minutes before pulling his head out from the shower head. He wiped the water out of his eyes and saw a bottle of shampoo sitting on the same rack as the mouth wash.

He poured the blue liquid into his hand and noted how it smelled like citrus. He rubbed it into his hair and beard, making sure that it was thorough, and ducked back under the water. He put two fingers over each eye so the shampoo wouldn't make them burn. After he was certain that it was all washed out, he put his face in the water, exhaling out of his nose.

He then cleaned himself with some body wash, and after that was off he just stood in the shower. He heard knocking on the door after a bit.

"Do showers usually take an hour and a half?" Rias asked him.

"They do when you're this fuckin' filthy!" Michael yelled. "I'll be out in a sec!"

"Ok." Rias responded.

Michael went through that same process of washing himself one more time before stepping back out of the shower. He looked through the steam and into the window before him. Holy shit he was handsome. As always of course. He dried himself off with a blue towel, then grabbed a red one to wrap around his waist.

Wait a moment.

He didn't have any clothes, and Michael didn't want to get back into his sneak suit until it was well and fucking clean. He would figure something out. He grabbed the door handle and twisted, pulling the door open.

…

"Damn!" Issei yelled. "Look at all those scars!"

Rias couldn't lie, most of Michael's body looked like scar tissue. Slash marks, bullet hole scars, burn marks, and a few even she couldn't recognize. The rest… were muscles. Rias coughed and looked down to the ground.

"I need all of the clothes. Right now." Michael said.

"We have an extra school uniform you can use. I'm pretty sure it's your size." Kiba said.

"Sure, anything. I don't like walking around naked. It feels so… naked." Michael responded.

"Truer words have never been said." Kiba confirmed, opening a closet door next to him.

He pulled out a jacket, some pants, a pair of shoes and a shirt. The school uniform, same that Kiba and Issei were wearing. Michael grabbed the uniform out of Kiba's hands, and went back into the bathroom. Rias heard a bit of fumbling around in there before he came back out.

"Fuck. I haven't felt this fresh since… well, ever." Michael said.

…

Michael looked down at his new outfit. Everything in the wasteland was either dirty or destroyed. He was glad that this was neither. He felt reborn… and it wasn't just the shower either. Michael felt stronger and faster than he has ever been in his life, like he could take on an army… again.

He did a little dance, just to fuck around, and he could hear everyone giggling. Except for the creepy white haired kid. Fuck she was weird. She gave him that 'cannibal' feeling. It hasn't let him down yet, so he had no reason to doubt it. He got the same feeling from that Akeno chick, though on a much higher degree.

He would be keeping an eye on those two. He made eye contact with the long red haired Rias.

"Alright, let's go check this shit out." Michael said, walking towards the door.

Rias nodded, and Michael waited for her, opening the door so she could pass through first. Dad always said to be a gentleman to women. That… didn't really apply to most women he knew though. Amata fucking hated when he did that. He walked through after her.

Michael noted how the hallway smelled and looked clean, not a scrap of dirt on the white tiles. Lockers lined the wall, suggesting that this was a high school like Rias said.

"You're at Kuoh academy in Japan." Rias said.

Michael stopped in his tracks.

"Fuckin' what?" Michael asked.

Japan? On the other side of the fucking world? How? Why? Did the cloaked guy bring him here? What a dick. Rias turned around and smiled at him.

"Yes. You just… appeared over our table and broke it as you fell. Quite literally you appeared out of thin air." Rias said.

"Do you know the cloaked guy?" Michael asked her.

"Actually yes, he's the one who told me of your coming. I saved your life." Rias said.

"Were you fuckin' in on it?" Michael asked her.

"No, he just showed up like you did and said that he was bringing you here." Rias replied, continuing to walk.

Michael followed after her as she went down a flight of brown stairs.

"That doesn't make any fucking sense red. People don't just appear out of nowhere okay?" Michael said.

Rias sighed.

"Yet here you are, and based off of what you said, I'm guessing you saw him as well?" Rias asked.

Michael couldn't forget that.

"Well… yeah but… ah! This is bullshit!" Michael yelled.

Rias put a finger to her lips.

"Quiet, the other students are in class." Rias said.

"I don't give a fuck if those pansies are learning their fucking ABC's okay! I need to know how I got here!" Michael yelled as they reached the bottom of the steps.

"Please!" Rias exclaimed.

Michael grabbed her shoulders.

"Why didn't the bombs drop here?" He asked her.

Rias shook off his grip, and furrowed her brow at him.

"Bombs? What are you talking about?" She asked him.

Was she being serious?

"You know, the Great War back in twenty seventy seven? Everyone got all bomb crazy and fuckin' nuked each other." Michael said.

"Excuse me, but twenty seventy seven hasn't even happened yet, and as far as everyone is concerned, no bombs are going to be dropped on anything anytime soon." Rias said.

No nuclear war? Was he in the past? Or was he on a different world all together? Michael felt a headache coming on, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What's happening to me…?" Michael said.

"You're becoming a devil." Rias answered.

Michael laughed.

"I knew that this was hell, why the special treatment then? Hell shouldn't have showers and beautiful women in it." Michael chuckled.

"I appreciate the compliment… but I am completely and totally serious. I'm the next head of the Gremory family, a house of devils." Rias said.

Michael began cackling like a madman.

"Okay cut the shit Satan!" Michael yelled at the top of his lungs. "Don't play these games with me asshole! I'm ready for my eternal punishment now, or are you too pussy to do it!?

Rias actually looked offended.

"Don't talk about my brother that way!" She yelled.

Michael froze.

"Your brother is fucking Satan!?" He laughed. "I get it now, my personal hell, rife with stupidity, the one thing I can't stand!"

Rias looked even angrier now.

"I'm telling you that you are completely and totally alive. You are not in hell, and it does not work the way you think it does!" Rias yelled.

Michael stopped his laughing.

"If that's true, then what do you mean I'm a devil?" Michael asked.

…

…

…

"Good god." Michael said, his eyes widening.

They both headed outside and sat on a grassy hill next to a track. She told him everything about the world he was now living in. Angels, fallen angels, and devils. The way Rias talked about the three groups made it sound as if they were all their own special kind of asshole. Then she told him that god was in deed real. If that was the case, then there was no way he could get into heaven to see dad, not after all the things he's done. Especially now that he was a devil, the one thing he didn't want to be. Though… he already knew that he was one, even before meeting Rias.

The people of the wasteland were simple. If you kill bad people, you're good, but was that really the case? After you kill thousands of people, are you really a so called 'Messiah?' Not at all. Jesus didn't slaughter thousands of people with guns and swords. He saved thousands of people with miracles and… stuff.

Most of these things didn't really bother him too much. However, the one thing that drove him up the wall was that he would never be able to see his father again. He thought that he caught a glimpse of him just before he 'died' but then he was brought back to life as a demon. Something that heaven despises.

Fuck.

"God isn't really good for you anymore Michael, I'm sorry it has to be this way. Look at it this way though, now you have a new family, a new purpose. You can begin anew." Rias said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Begin anew? This was a place where the bombs never fell. Where robots and lasers and hopefully aliens didn't exist. Michael didn't want to begin anew though, he legitimately wanted to die in the Dunwhich basement, so he could be free of his cruel joke of a life. Michael sighed.

"Whatever. I don't care anymore. I just want… I don't even know what I want anymore." Michael said.

"What did you use to do in this wasteland you kept talking about?" Rias asked him.

Michael chuckled.

"Well, when my schedule was free, I would just fuckin' wander you know? Hell that was my title, the Lone Wanderer from vault 101. 'The hero of the wastes' they called me. But here is the thing red, are you a damned hero if you kill thousands of people? No. You're just a mass murderer who kills other murderers." Michael said.

"If what you did saved the lives of others, then that sounds like a hero to me Michael." Rias said.

He chuckled again.

"I guess that's true. Doesn't make me feel that much better. You do know that I fuckin' enjoyed it right? The killing? I enjoyed every second of killing something. It made me feel more alive than anything else." Michael said.

Rias sighed.

"At least you spent that kind of energy on those who deserved it. If the people call you a hero, it's because you've earned that title Michael, you did the right things to earn their trust. You made their lives better, and in return they named you a hero. Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if they thought you were some kind of biblical figure." Rias said.

"Revelation twenty one six." Michael realized.

"What?" Rias asked him.

"I am alpha and omega, the beginning, and the end. I will give unto thee what is a thirst of the fountain of the water of life, freely." Michael said.

"That's a verse from the bible. What about it?" Rias asked him.

"I did that." Michael said.

"Did what?" Rias asked him, furrowing her brow.

"I gave the wasteland water, free and clean for any and all." Michael said.

Damn he missed three dog, that sounded cheesy as hell when Michael said it.

"Explain." Rias said.

"The wasteland where I come from had no clean water red, it was either fuckin' disgusting or irradiated to shit. My father started something called project purity. The goal of the project was simple, provide clean, fresh water for the entire wasteland." Michael said.

Rias nodded.

"That sounds like a noble goal. I'm guessing he was successful?" Rias asked him.

"He died saving my life. No, it was not successful. At the time anyway." Michael said.

Rias looked shocked, and looked down to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Rias said.

"It's not your fuckin' fault red. This group called the Enclave took over the purifier, and my dad died to prevent them from tampering with it." Michael said. "That's when I began hunting them all down. Anything Enclave that I saw died. It didn't matter if it was a man or a woman or a fucking deathclaw. Anything I saw that was Enclave died. Me and a few friends attacked the project with giant all American fuck-bot with a laser face, and stopped the Enclave's plans."

"That was… a colorful way to describe it, what happened next?" Rias asked him.

Michael took a breath.

"Something happened to it, after I killed the Colonel, a woman who knew my father called in on the intercom and said that the project was going to fucking blow the hell up unless someone went in there and punched in the code to get it to work. The catch was, whoever did it was going to die of radiation poisoning." Michael said, taking another breath. "I had two options, I could leave my friend in there to die, or I could do it. So I went in there and punched in the code, twenty one six."

Rias gasped.

"You would sacrifice yourself for your homeland? And yet you would claim to be no hero?" Rias said.

"I am no hero, and honestly I wish I died in that fucking pot. But, being me I had to be a tough bastard and survive the rads." Michael said.

"You talk about wanting to die, but you could have easily ended your own life. What stopped you?" Rias asked him.

"Pride. Morals. Dad would fucking kill me again if he found out I killed myself. I guess the biggest reason would have to be that I wanted to go out like a badass, fighting until I dropped, but no matter how many raiders or super mutants I fought, they weren't tough enough to get the job done. Even after all the bullshit that's been thrown my way, I'm still alive… while everything else is dead." Michael said, falling back on the grass with his hands behind his head.

Rias giggled.

"If that's how you want to die, then just hang around a devil for a while. One day, you might find an opponent not even you can handle. Until that day though, will you stay with me?" Rias asked him.

Michael laughed.

"What the fuck else am I supposed to do? Knit? Ha!" Michael said.

Rias smiled.

"I'm glad, welcome to the family Michael." Rias said, smirking.

"I actually can knit though." Michael said.

Rias giggled.

"Really?" Rias asked him.

"Yep." Michael confirmed.

One of the least useful skills that dad passed onto him.

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