Wings of White | High School DxD X Male Angel Reader

Chapter 2: The Mission

Yawning softly, Asia Argento crawled into her bed, the warmth of her blankets wrapping her in a cocoon of comfort. The day had been long and tiring, filled with moments of joy and camaraderie with her friends at church, but now, in the quiet solitude of her room, she could finally rest. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and soon, the world around her began to blur and fade. Sleep claimed her, and she drifted off into the peaceful abyss of unconsciousness.

But when she awoke, the world that greeted her was far from what she had known. The soft hum of her usual surroundings was replaced by an otherworldly silence, broken only by the gentle rustling of wind. As her eyes fluttered open, Asia found herself no longer in her familiar room but in a breathtakingly beautiful celestial place.

She lay on a soft bed of clouds, the cool mist around her swirling in gentle patterns. The sky stretched infinitely above her, bathed in hues of gold, violet, and sapphire, with twinkling stars scattered like diamonds across the horizon. The air was warm and fragrant, with the scent of blooming flowers that she couldn't place. The ground—if it could be called that—was not solid, but a vast sea of glowing mist that seemed to ripple like water.

Asia sat up, her heart racing as she tried to understand where she was. She had never experienced anything like this, and for a moment, she thought she might still be dreaming. However, the crispness of the air, the weight of her body, and the softness of the clouds beneath her told her that this was no mere illusion. She was truly somewhere else, a place far beyond her understanding.

The soft flutter of wings reached her ears, and she turned to see a figure descending from above, bathed in golden light. It was a woman, her ethereal form radiating grace and power, with long blonde hair that seemed to flow like liquid gold. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, and her delicate features held the wisdom of the ages.

"Asia Argento," the woman spoke, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You have been chosen."

Asia's heart skipped a beat. "Chosen? But... I'm just... a normal girl. I don't understand. Where am I?"

The celestial figure smiled gently, stepping forward with the elegance of a goddess. "This is a place for those who are pure of heart and spirit. You were brought here because of your unwavering compassion and selflessness."

The words resonated deep within Asia's heart. She had always believed in the goodness of others, and her desire to help had always driven her, even when it meant sacrificing her own happiness. But to hear that her very essence had brought her here—to this sacred place—was more than she could fathom.

"I've always tried to help others," Asia said softly, her voice barely a whisper. "But I didn't think it would lead me to... a place like this."

The woman, Gabriel, knelt before her, placing a hand gently on Asia's shoulder. "Your journey has only just begun. You have much to learn, and much to give. Heaven is need of those like you, Asia Argento."

Asia felt a flutter in her chest, both excited and afraid. She had always wondered if there was more to her existence, more than just being a healer or a friend. The thought of something greater, something beyond her understanding, tugged at her heart.

"What... what is it that you need from me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, but full of determination.

Gabriel smiled once again, her eyes filled with wisdom and knowing. "You will find your purpose very soon, Asia. And in doing so, you will help others in ways you never imagined. But first, you must awaken to the power that lies within you."

Asia's breath caught in her throat. "Power? What do you mean?"

The woman extended her hand to the sky, and as if responding to her call, the stars above began to shimmer and swirl, a constellation forming in the air above them. The stars aligned, and Asia felt a sudden surge of energy deep within her soul—a power that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to awaken.