Author's Note: Hello! It's been a long time! I have just shoved a bunch of new updates into this story, so don't start here - go back to Chapter 11 and start there!

Context: This was written after a thread derailment involving how angels work in different religions in "Level-Up Dragon King!" by Eniya on Questionable Questing (a mostly NSFW story website, so take that into consideration in searching it up if at work). My handle on this forum is Stormfury. The story is another Gamer fic in the Highschool DxD universe (though arguments could be made that it is technically a Star Wars crossover as well), with Genshiro Saji replaced with an SI with who also has the gamer power. It is an extremely good story.

The context for this Omake dealt with the idea that (in some sects of Christianity) prayer is delivered by angels to God, which would imply they hear the prayer, as well. It also has nothing to do with the rest of the story.

Thread Derailed: An Omake

Touji Shidou liked to think of himself as a good man. He had a beautiful wife, an adorable little girl, and an important job. He knew the Truth of the world, and he worked to protect Good from Evil. But sometimes, even good people make mistakes.

"But... Why? Why now? Why there?"

Conceptually, he knew this. In practice, he had experienced it many times - Mankind was flawed, it was not perfect. Even if he knew more than a layman would about Angelic involvement in the world, more about God's involvement in the world, he had personal experience of what happened when Good Men went astray.

"Its an emergency situation, Shidou. I don't like it any more than you, but, well, its important enough that... There's someone in the back office who will explain this to you in more detail."

Masaomi Yaegaki had been a good man, too. And then he wasn't, and Touji had to deal with it. Touji succeeded in his mission, but had lost a friend. It had been more then he had wanted to handle - afterwards, he had taken his family and moved to England, where there were no memories of Masaomi around to constantly remind him of his failure as a friend. And now, just two years later, the Church wants to send him back?

Nodding at his superior, Touji went to the back office. He opened the door, and froze.

"Lord Michael!"

Touji's mind crashed. He had no other words. Sure, Angels are technically the Messengers of the Lord, but to use the Archangel Michael as a messenger was like having the Pope clean the pews after Mass. Even though the Pope and the Janitor both worked for the church, one of them was a teensy bit more important than the other.

"You're here. Close the door. There is no time to waste."

Doing as he was told, Touji took a closer look at Michael. He had met Angels before, but of course they were usually much lower rank than Michael! But Touji could honestly say he had never seen an Angel that looked as upset and frustrated as Michael looked right now. It was kind of terrifying, if he thought about it.

'What could make Michael look like this?'

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"Irina, your mother and I have something to tell you. It looks like we'll be moving back to Japan, as I've been reassigned back there for a special assignment."

Touji smiled as his daughter lit up with happiness. She was his treasure, his pride and joy.

"Will we be moving back to Issei?"

It took all of his power not to react to that. If his daughter was a little bit older, she might have noticed how his smile was more of a grimace, but luckily for him, he didn't need to explain to her his mission.

His mission... it was absolutely ridiculous. And apparently, it was a mistake of his own doing. Who knew that he was just too good at his job, sometimes? When he had encouraged the Hyoudous to come to Church, he was merely being a good Christian. He had been happy for them, of course - going to Church was good for the soul! But what it had apparently spiraled into was now being placed on his shoulders, a burden that was both silly and horrifying at the same time.

'Somehow, a young boy has directly caused more Angels to Fall in the last 3 months than in the entire time since the end of the War. And he's doing it through prayer?'

He did not want to expose his daughter to this. No, he did not want to expose his daughter to a child pervert so lewd in word that Angels cannot handle hearing it.

Michael had outright ordered him to go. Said that he had damn well bring his daughter with him, after Touji had expressed fear over his daughter's obvious crush on the boy. Touji could understand the importance of working for the Good of All, rather than just his own good, but did Michael need to really throw his prepubescent daughter at a pervert on the level of Azazel himself?

He had not expected Michael's response to that question.

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"... at a pervert on the level of Azazel himself?"

And then Michael broke down crying.

"If I have to deal with one more "Thank You" card from Azazel about this boy, I'm not sure what I'll do."

Touji, like every man, knew how to comfort another crying man - by awkwardly patting him on the shoulder, while wishing that he was anywhere else but there.

"And, and, somehow the prayers keep on reaching the Throne, and then somehow fly past it straight to Gabriel. Every. Single. Time. She's only managed to actually hear a few of them, but I've had to stop SO MANY, and she keeps on asking what they mean..."

'Just keep patting, Touji, and hope this ends soon.'

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"Yes, honey, I think we will be moving back to Kuoh."

'Where I'm apparently supposed to get this kid to stop praying for boobs and harems and sex.'

"Oh this will be so much fun! I'll be able to play with him again, and we can be best friends!"

'... And where I'm also going to have to make sure he keeps his perverted little hands off my daughter.'