I am alive! Oh my God! Its been so long! I 'm not making this long any more. Thanks to those who read, favored, followed and especially to those who reviewed. No words can describe how I feel!

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Warning! Un-betaread. Expect errors and

Disclaimer: fate is not mine nor dxd. Some of the OCs though

Asia remembered it so clearly as if it was just like yesterday.

The reflection of the colored-stained glass window of that old church. The rising temperature of the huge fire indulging the entire building. The gleaming swords swiftly flying through the air as the cut through the wind impaling their targets.

The view of a small back that belongs to a white-haired boy, shielding her from the terrorizing devil in front of her.

The crackling of the fire and the creaking sounds of wood as they fell apart. The burning scent of wood and the ashes sticking to her skin.

'Ahh... I couldn't do anything...'

It has always been like this. Everybody is dead. Everyone had already left her. Why is everything slipping from her tiny hands?

Has she always been this weak to easily lose all the people she cared for?

How helpless. How discouraging. How disappointing.

Negative feelings piled up until they overflow.

She's all alone now. Everyone... Everyone has already left her for good.

"Asia. Close your eyes." The boy infront of her ordered as he makes a stand in front of the devil infront of them.

"But..."

The boy looked back at her. Soulless emerald eyes are drawn to his golden-colored irises. They were reassurance within them. Little Asia knew what he's trying to do.

She gulped. Her face has gone ghostly pale with every second passing by. The boy was trying to protect her after all, she was the only one who made it long this far.

"Arrghhhhhhhh!" The devil roared it began charging infront of them. Her big razor-sharp claws raised up in the air ready to take both of them in one swipe.

"Asia!"

Asia flinched from his tone and by instinct, Asia looked away with her eyes shut. Fresh tears streaming down her face.

It hurts. This wasn't supposed to happen. This is just too cruel.

The devil roared as if it was on pain.

*stab!* *slash!* *stab!* *splat!**whoosh* *stab!*

Noises she doesn't want to hear. The devil screamed in pain again. Again and again and again. Pained screams that were just too much for her to handle. Little Asia doesn't know what's happening. He doesn't want her to look after all, who wanted to see a glimpse of hell?

When the screams died out, Asia felt a long coat covering her. There were muffling voices she can't understand. Her body was too tired and she was mentally exhausted.

"You can open your eyes now." It wasn't the boy's voice that she heard. It was someone unfamiliar and kind. " it's fine you are safe."

Asia sniffled before slowly opening her eyes. It was a man dressed in black and white robes. Brown hair and warm green eyes. Without saying anything, the man smiled and carried her into his arms. The boy was beside her looking at her blankly.

The fire has died down and everything was on ashes except the alter of the church they resided. The man began walking out of the burned building with her secured in his arms.

He promised her security and warmth. That she'll never be restricted again or used. A family she deserved and the love of a parent that will take care of her.

The man promised great things but the moment Asia got a glimpse of the victims of that accident. A black stain made into her heart.

Her eyes focused on the devil she knew very well. The look of horror was still on her face. How she looked scared and hurt. It pained the little girl's heart.

'Ah... So that's why...'Asia thought. 'You were also scared too... I wasn't the only one.'

Out of the 58 orphans cared by a single sister and a priest. In one night, that said sister was turned into a devil and sacrificed all the children. Out of the 58, Asia made it out alive.

She wondered. Does she really deserve to live?

Illya woke up in a bad mood.

Events from last night just came to her immediately after waking up early to get ready. The humiliating actions she did last night...

How... How... How... HOW INDECENT!

Illya's hand flew immediately to her face as she recalled the actions she just made. What on earth just happened?! Lili had given her a warning about the effects on her body if she ever to take the elixir. She knew that! She's aware of it and was confident that she'll be fine. But nothing could ever prepare her for some like that.

That was just way too lewd!

Urghh! Why?

Illya mentally cried. Was she that mentally weak-willed to be defeated by that kind of after effects?! She who had experienced a harsh life from her early childhood and experienced hardships that strengthen her mentality into somewhat hard was unable to stop herself from the after-effects of an aphrodisiac serum for demons.

Well, sure she knew that the elixir was made by Lili but she had also examined it by herself last night before taking it.

It was fine at first but as soon as the effect had started, that's all where it went downhill.

Illya sighed. Louder. Deeper. She sighed just like an old man would do after doing a long and tiring work from the fields. To hell with womanly manners! She needed to sigh this badly.

Right now, Illya is currently taking a shower. She looked at herself in the mirror plastered into the shower room. With both of her arms on the mirror, Illya's frown becomes even deeper and deeper the more she looked at the current state of her body.

Last night, aside from the after-effects of the elixir, Illya was so sure her body turned into more adult-like. Shapely hips, huge breasts, thin waist, and a beauty she could just like what her mother was like. The body she had was something she has already dreamed of yet why?

Illya frowned deeply. Why? Why didn't they stayed?! Where are those traits that she obtained from last night?!

Right now, Illya stared eye to eye with her childlike body. Oh, how she wanted to lament. Illya never felt so cheated. Her mood becomes to pummel even more as she looked at her chest. Immediately, she looked down with her hands balled into fists.

The heavenly mounds that she had last night reverted back into the usual great plains.

She looked at her chest again. Water was still showering down from her body but the stream didn't stop her from her own hands as turned towards her chest.

"..."

Urghhh...no use. No matter how much she massages them, they won't go back.

Her head dropped down in despair. ' at least give me some time to enjoy them-No, not like that!' Illya recalled what she did last night.

"..."

Having enough of her sentiments, Illya closed the shower and let the water drip from her body. With a loud awful sigh, she slapped both of her cheeks and dried herself before getting out of the bathroom to dress up and head to the kitchen to grab something to eat. A slice of bread with strawberry jam will do. She munched her way down to her basement to check up on Shirou and his living conditions.

She nodded in satisfaction. She pushed the remaining loaf to her mouth and licked the strawberry jam on her fingers.

"Good morning Shirou. How are you?" Of course, she didn't expect him to answer even so at least actions like this console her a bit. " You seem healthier than yesterday. That's good. You're trying your best. "

Ever since she had maintained giving him high-grade mana-essence Shirou's conditions were getting better and better. Because of that, even if Illya hated to admit, accepting help from Tirnanog was the best action she made. It won't be long now, once she recovers it, Shirou will be complete and will come back to her.

"Shirou, keep doing your best. Onee-chan is also doing her best to so hang on, okay?" Her determination flared up once more as she turns her heels and walked out of the basement and out of her house.

She had tons of stuff to do. Tons of things to decide now that Tirnanog is willing to give any information she wants, Illya isn't going to hold back anymore. But first, Illya stopped as she felt one of her youngling's arrival. It was one of her familiars that she left with Lilynette as a messenger. Extending her arm and finger to the sky, the little canary made of thin white strings of her mana landed gracefully in her finger. It chirped cheerfully as if there was a piece of news it wanted to give her. Bringing it closer to her ear, the canary relayed the message before taking off and flew back to the sky.

Illya blinked and continued on her tracks. There was a satisfied smile on her face. It looks like she doesn't have to worry anymore. She had Lilynette for that. Really, her newfound alliance with her clan is way too convenient. Almost dream-like. She was glad she did not pass this opportunity at all.

For one in her new life in this world, something had finally become right.

A new brand day has begun. The clear blue sky and the cold gentle breeze from her window greeted her as soon as she woke up.

Asia grumbled before sitting up from her bed. She tucked most of her side bangs against her ear but a few strands kept sliding down to her face. Another ordinary day to start and the rooms she has to clean.

She had just finished mopping the entire church yesterday until the floor becomes spotless compared to the day she arrived. Father Freed isn't the most active at cleaning. Asia didn't mind either. She is still cautious of him and would rather stay far as from the man as far as possible and she hopes to stay that way until the duration of her stay in Kouh ends.

Asia looked outside from the window. The sun has barely risen so she still has some time to do her morning prayers. She clasps both of her hands together and closed her eyes.

Just like what she has been taught from her childhood, Asia prayed solemnly all by herself. It has become her daily routine before starting the day and focuses on today's agenda.

Every morning, Asia's day starts with bathing and clothing herself. If she'll have more time to spare in the morning, she'll try to do a more creative hairstyle that suits her mood.

Today, Asia combed her hair into a ponytail before securing it in a tight bun. She was never the most stylish girl, but every now and then Asia would see a glimpse of women in the magazine, she would grow envy. Just a little tinny tiny bit. After all, Asia is also a girl. Like every teenager, there would be times she also wanted to be cute. Wear dresses that she found beautiful and wear stylish makeup that will make her more feminine.

But enough of that. With an energetic huff she raised both of her balled fists into the sky and stretched up going down. To the side and to the other side.

"Fuaaahh! Morning preparations complete! Yosh! Go me! She cheered and raced down from the second floor of the monastery down to the first floor where the kitchen was located.

She cooked, eat her breakfast with a hearty chicken sandwich and milk. Began cleaning after that did the laundry. It was already high noon when she noticed it was time for the noon-time prayer and prayed to God inside the small chapel inside the church she spent an hour reciting long prayers that the older priests and nuns taught her before leaving the chapel again and continued her cleaning.

The balusters needed to be wiped, the garden needed to be tended, the windows needed to be cleaned and utensils needed to be washed. She is busy doing all of this, but Asia didn't mind. She was used to it. Cleaning is one thing she is good at. She was proud of having such a skill. It is a skill she developed all by herself and although most of the people would laugh at it, Asia took pride in it.

It was almost 3 pm when Asia noticed Father Freed didn't appear the entire day. Was he perhaps away? Asia didn't mind him missing for the entire day, she didn't like seeing him at all. No, she preferred to be away from him as far as she could. It's a good thing that she never saw him the entire day, but she needed money to get some groceries. They were running out of food after all.

Aria doesn't hate him. She's afraid of him but if she continued to be afraid of him, there would be a day where she'll be in danger because of him and Asia don't want to look weak infront of him. She was taught better than to be a coward.

Gathering all of her thoughts and fears, Asia decided to look for him. She just needed permission to take some money enough to buy some groceries. So she looked and looked deeper. Into the church's chambers, the prayer room, the quarters and knocked on some bathrooms yet there were no signs of him. She began to wonder. Where on earth is he?

Asia stopped and sigh. Maybe she'll just stop for the day and asked him tomorrow. Maybe he was out of town or was on a business trip. But she never heard of him going out so where would he be? He wasn't in his room so that only leave two places. The basement or the attic. But the basement is moldy and everything in it was filled with debris, cobwebs, and insects. While the attic is filled with bird poo and nest and why would a suspicious priest hang out with birds? That doesn't make sense at all. So she mentally scratched it out of her mind.

Hmmn?... Asia pondered for a bit. Oh yeah. There is still one room she hadn't checked out and she felt silly for not remembering it. She winced at how dumb she thought she was and headed straight to his room. Now, she knew the danger she is facing. She's knocking on a man's room that she's wary of and could potentially kill her if she makes any kind of mistakes. Father Freed is a man both her Figure father and brother warned her about, but it is a necessity and she is also a little tinny tiny bit curious how his room looked like.

She knocked. Then knocked again. She called out his name politely and knocked again before waiting for a few seconds for any reaction or reply but there was nothing.

She stood infront of his door silently. It looks like the owner of the room is not inside. She gulped before reaching out to grab the handle of the door.

" Just a little peek. " Asia thought. She felt like a kid playing detective as she turned the knob and open a crack on the door. With a little more push, Asia's heart began to pound even faster. What if there are blood splashed around? Dead bodies and innards? The beheaded pile of bodies with its headlined up as targets? She gulped in fear. Maybe this is a bad thing to do. She should stop but the door has already opened so...

'Ahh! mouhh! Brother Jonathan, please protect me as I'm about to do an idiotic thing!' Asia cried mentally as she pushed the door open and felt a breeze greeting her. She yelped in fear as the cold breeze hit her face feeling her whole body stiffened with her eyes tightly shut waiting for any pain that might come... But none of it came.

Slowly, she opened one of her eyelids, expecting a carnage of gore and blood but what greeted her was a normal person's sleeping quarters. A bed on the side and a bookcase facing the open window. White curtains and a tiny bookshelf beside the dresser.

"Huh. How normal. " she thought blankly. Looking around there was nothing eye-catching..except for one.

She blinked hard. At the far corner of the room was space where an unfinished canvas was placed. Shelves of paint and different brushes where neatly organized and pallettes filed and covered with different paints.

"Father Freed..paints?... What?" Asia can't believe it. She heard murmurs within the church's walls of how Father Freed is corrupt and dangerous. Of how he is suspected of making a deal with the fallen angels. Her brother loathed him and swore to kill him. He told him how he is dangerous and how Asia should keep her distance away from him. But who knew the man has such a human-like hobby?

Walking closer, Asia wanted to see what was being painted and her breath was taken away. It was a lovely girl. She looked so alive and real. The girl posing on the canvas was as if she was sleeping in a pile of unfinished red Camilla flowers. Asia wondered who is she. It was almost as if Father Freed was painting from a memory.

"Wow... How pretty." She gotta admit he has talent. She wondered if he wasn't a priest maybe the man could have made a living by the man could have become a millionaire by now.

Asia admired the painting once again when she felt something cold. A strong premonition telling her to get out of the room at once. She did and ran back out of his room and returned to the kitchen on her way, there he was. Father Freed taking a glass of water from the refrigerator. It looks like he didn't notice her yet. Asia began to open her mouth but no words could come out but it looks like she didn't need to as the man turned around and noticed her standing still by the doorframe.

"Asia, good afternoon." he greeted. "Where were you?" Freed wondered.

"Ahh... Cleaning. I just returned from cleaning the second floor. " it was an excuse, she did the job this morning but the man wasn't there to witness her. Asia fidgeted under her gaze. She just invaded her private quarters without asking. Not that he wants to but.. .no. there's no way she's telling him that.

"I see... Well done." Freed. Gulped down the cool water from the glass. It helps the hangover he had and helps his headache too just from watching the fidgetting young nun. "Now will you excuse me, I have something to do. "

"Um. Father Freed!" Asia stopped him from leaving the kitchen. The albino looked down at her. Asia felt terrified. " I would like to ask for some money to get some groceries. We're running out of food."

Freed stared at her. Asia remained silent waiting for any reactions. Her heart was pounding and her palms were getting sweaty. She doesn't know what is on his mind right now and that scared her.

"Take as many as you want, I'm retiring for the day. " He left without giving any more attention to her.

When Freed left, it was as if all of her strength had left her body as she fell to the ground shaking like a leaf. Her heart was still pounding. She just survived under his painfully blank stare and lived. Asia felt it was a great feat. Without any more moment to lose, Asia stood up and composed herself. She ran to the treasury, grabbed as much money as her hand could clutch and ran of the church at the speed of light. She had no intention of returning until sunset. Asia felt too afraid of how she felt.

On the other side of the window, Freed watched the girl dashed of the church like a mad child. Annoying. She's severely annoying. He hated her trembling like a newborn fawn just by standing next to him. Is she really HIS sister? It pissed him off. So much he was almost close on placing a bullet in between her eyes. His fingers began to twitch as he dreamt of doing the same thing to her Brother.

Turning around, Freed's cold eyes landed on the canvas in his room. He fell silent. The camellias aren't finished yet.

" Sister? My, you have a younger sister? What does she look like?" It was a memory in a distant past.

" Well, she began living with us now. She's tiny and clingy. She always follows me around whenever I return home for vacation and would never leave me alone. Clumsy and a crybaby. She has an attention span of a puppy, and stretchy cheeks like a chipmunk." a white-haired boy stopped reading in the middle of the description of his newly added family.

"Hmn? You sound unhappy about it. You hate her don't you?"

"Freed!"

"What? He sounded like it."

"Really... Jonathan, Freed didn't mean-"

"It's fine. " The boy intervened. He closed the book he was reading and pondered for a bit. "I don't hate her. That child, she would always look up to be with her bright green eyes and smile widely. It's very cute. "

It was the first time they saw him smile like that. One of the memory he had with the annoying stoic brat. He hated his guts no, his entire being. Good at this, good at that. Perfectionist bastard. He learned to despise him but along the way, a brat is still a brat that needs guidance. An insufferable little shit that he hated at the same time admired and respected throughout their academy days.

There was so much more what they had as comrades. Now, look at them. Swearing to kill each other.

Freed shut his eyes and sighed. His head hurt. The hangover is a bitch. For now, a good sleep would do. Groggily, he walked to his bed and slumped down. Eyes settled to the woman in the picture before slept took over and everything became dark. The entire night, Freed dreamt of the woman surrounded by red camellia flowers and its tragedy.

When Asia had finally reached the market, she couldn't help but slump down on the ground with all of her four limbs supporting her up. Her body felt hot. She felt so tired that she had probably spent all of her energy running and now she's struggling to stand up.

She was breathing heavily. Droplets of sweat from her forehead began to fall down into the ground. She waited until she was fully composed and tried to stand up but her feet were still wobbly from her little marathon. Not to mention her lungs hurt.

Ummm... Umm girl's voice began to approach her like a shadow began to approach her and before she knew it, Asia was staring at someone's black shoes. " Miss, you okay?" It was a comforting voice.

Asia looked up and was greeted by a brown-headed girl wearing the same uniform as the white-haired girl she met days ago. She wondered how she is now?

"Ahh... Yes. I'm just... A little tired from running." Asia gave her a tired smile and the girl blinked before laughed cheerfully.

"I see. I see. I don't think it's good to stay like that so... " The girl stood up and held out a hand. "Here."

Asia took her hand and she was pulled up. The girl supported her and help her sit on a bench. When Asia had finally felt comfort, the girl told her to wait and left. Minutes after the girl came back with two cold drinks on her hand.

"Here." She opened one the gave it to her.

"Thank you." The cold drink on her hand was comforting. She had never tried it before and was curious how it tastes like. She heard another popping sound and the girl sat beside her and held out her drink to clink in together with her's.

"Cheers for the good work! " She cheered and began gulping down the contents of the tin can.

Asia could only look at her eyes wide open and clueless what to do. She nervously looked back and forth from the girl beside her unable to process what happened and what to do. Unable to adapt to her current situation, without any thinking, Asia swung tin can to her mouth and began drinking the bubbly substance only to spit it out as she embarrassingly choked on her drink.

The girl beside her stopped and looked at her. Asia coughed trying to take out of the contents out of her lungs. God. She just embarrassed herself infront of a stranger. She's probably thinking she's weird now.

The thought of it is making her cry. Asia never had friends and is always around adults. She can't remember when was the last time she was around kids her age. Excluding her brother. Jonathan always acts way too mature for his age.

Asia felt self-conscious. She doesn't know what to do. Tears began to well up from the corners of her eyes. She doesn't even know her name. Should she apologize? No that's not a question. Asia pouted and gathered her inner courage while sending her prayers to the almighty Lord.

Ummm-!"

"Here. Take it slowly. You just ran, don't apologize for something you didn't mean to do." The girl offered her a handkerchief.

"Thank you..." Asia's eyes never left her. She felt grateful. This girl... This girl is a gift of God! Bless her!

"O-Oy! Don't cry! Ahh... Umm! Right!" The girl extended her drink again and smiled at her with her big brown eyes. " Name is Hinamizawa Yuuki. You are?"

Drying her tears off and wiping away the contents of the cola on her face, Asia extended her can and clinked it to hers, "Asia Argiento."

It was there when Asia met Hinamizawa Yuuki and it was at this moment when they started their friendship.

The moment the clock strikes 12, Illya arrived at the doorstep of Tirnanog. Lilynette greeted her first before guiding her to where the old crazy bat was waiting. She led her to yet another tea room where the old woman was drinking tea with a bunch of papers divided into two piles of stacks for her. One she specifically requested and one she wished to acquire.

There was nothing special in them, its just some regular papers she needed in case Shirou finally recovers. They needed legal papers and the one she prepared was enough to support them. Therefore, she asked the old wan to help her out and she gladly complied.

While the one requested was something Tirnanog had shared with her and she just merely wished a copy of the information. She wanted to look at it, Lili has no qualms, she ordered someone to print out some of the documents she wanted and gave it to her without asking.

"So... This is Asia Argiento's history huh? " Illya thoughtfully looked at the papers. It contained everything she needed to know. The church she came from, her foster papers, her birth certificate, everything about the little Venetian church accident she was involved and the experiments she went through.

Grandmother Lili huffed and blew the smoke from her pipe. "It took us a long time but we were able to sniff out some information you wanted from her. The rest of that pile is from That Priest she's leaving with. Who would have known that he had such a history with a mass murderer like him? "

Illya's attention switched to the other pile of papers stapled together on the table. She placed down the paper about Asia and took the papers about Freed Selzan. She browsed through the papers and found something interesting. She looked at the woman infront of her and to the papers.

"You... Where did you get this?" Illya raised a brow holding out the paper. There is some really interesting shit going on in the papers on her hands.

The old woman merely smiled and blew her pipe. She looked at the bouquet of red camellia flowers beautifully arranged on a vase placed near the window.

Illya followed her eyes and looked at the flowers. She looked back at the old woman and waited for her to say anything.

"Camellia flowers, they are beautiful are they not"

Illya looked back at the flowers. True they were beautiful. She didn't say anything. Illya was never fond of flowers. She looked back at the papers in her hands. She pondered for a bit and leaned on the couch before placing the papers back into the table and taking her cup of tea.

"True, they are beautiful." Illya sipped into her tea and remembered the contents of Freed Selzar's papers. She watched her reflection on her tea as she thought of something.

"The fallen angels' ritual will begin in two weeks. All the preparation needed has been completed. It's all up to you know, Einstein."

"My, you are letting me have the free reign of this operation?"

"It can't be helped. We children of Lilith cannot intervene in the world of Adam and Eve. The moment we manifest into the world of man, it'll send out a huge beacon of our location. Even the world wants us dead. "

"And that's why you needed it. You needed someone to do the dirty work. "

The old woman grinned. "Of course. We will provide everything you need. Even the cleanup. Do what you must for both of us to succeed."

Illya didn't say anything. She didn't mind, as long as she had the free reign of everything it'll be fine. They spent a long time talking about their goals in the past meet up and she had deemed the old woman trustworthy.

"Fine." She grumbled. "There's just one thing though."

The old woman looked at her from her pipe.

" What?"

Illya pouted. "That elixir you gave me what hell was that?!"

Lili blinked. Then twice. Then the old bat laughed in her face.

"So how was it?" The old woman was giving her weird looks. Illya felt something popped in her head.

"Oh shut it!" Needless to say, she never said anything back anymore and continued sipping her tea while grumbling with her face as red as a tomato.