Wings of White | High School DxD X Male Angel Reader

Chapter 4: The Protector

A/N: putting the Authors Note in the beginning this time, so far i've only gotten one vote for harem and nothing for a single pairing, i'll leave the options open until i reach chapter 10, then i will decide whether or not Y/N will have a mini harem or if he'll be paired with just one of the girls. Let me know what you guys would like, now enjoy this story!

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"Father in Heaven, hear my cry," Y/N said as he fell on his face and bowed and prayed. "Father, I have completed my first day at the school, I ran into a woman who had a disturbing aura, as if she wasn't even human. Lord, I ask that you reveal her to me— if it is in your will. In your name, I pray amen."

After his prayer, the weight of the day seemed to lift off him as he fell into an almost unnatural sleep. The dreams that usually evaded him came rushing in now, vivid and clear, and his surroundings seemed to dissolve into nothingness. Slowly, his soul began to rise, leaving behind his mortal form.

In an instant, he found himself standing in a vast, ethereal space, his surroundings a brilliant expanse of light that stretched beyond the reach of his vision. He wasn't in his body anymore—he was in his true, divine form, standing before a great throne of radiating light.

A voice, warm and commanding, echoed through the space. "Azriel."

The name felt like a heavy mantle on his shoulders, yet comforting in its familiarity.

Before him stood Uriel, the Seraphim, one of the highest beings in Heaven, and the Flame of God. Uriel's presence was overwhelming, a force of pure, unyielding power and wisdom. His wings, an array of fiery golden feathers, stretched out wide, emanating an aura of righteousness and holiness.

"You have been to Earth, Azriel," Uriel began, his voice reverberating with divine power. "And in your travels, you have encountered something... unusual."

Azriel lowered his head in acknowledgment, knowing full well what the Seraphim meant. "A woman. Akeno Himejima," he said, his voice steady but carrying a trace of unease. "She... there's something off about her."

Uriel's eyes, bright and intense, shifted slightly, as though contemplating his words. "Indeed. She is not entirely of this world. Her essence is a twisted mixture—part Devil, part Fallen Angel. Her presence on Earth is not by chance. She is an Unholy being, a creature of corruption, born from the fallen. Her very existence is a danger, not just to mortals but to the balance of the angelic and demonic forces alike."

Azriel stood still, absorbing Uriel's words. The truth hung heavy in the air, and the gravity of the situation settled on his shoulders. "Should I avoid her then?"

Uriel nodded, his fiery wings folding around him like a protective shield. "Yes. Her path is dark, Azriel. You must not become entangled with her. There is danger in her touch—she wields her power with a hidden malice. It is not just her presence that is disturbing; it is her intent. Stay away."

Azriel felt the weight of Uriel's warning, but something within him felt conflicted. "But I feel drawn to her. There is a part of me that can't quite understand what I sense."

Uriel studied him for a moment, and then spoke with quiet authority. "That is the danger. You must resist. There is a reason she has taken an interest in you. Her eyes are sharp, and her curiosity will lead her to pry into the hidden corners of your being. It is not your power she seeks, but your nature. You are not just another mortal, Azriel. You are of the Divine, and she will want to exploit that."

A silence stretched between them, and Azriel could feel the weight of Uriel's words pressing down on him. The warmth of the light around them seemed to intensify, and for a moment, Azriel could almost feel the world he had left behind—his human form, his life in Kuoh High—beckoning him back.