Wings of White | High School DxD X Male Angel Reader

Chapter 7: An Angel and a Nun Go to Church

"Father," Y/N said groggily as he prayed, "Show me a sign that I am on the right path, that I am completing your will." Y/N felt exhaustion take hold as he murmured the final words of his prayer, a soft plea for guidance slipping past his lips. His eyes closed heavily, and sleep claimed him as he knelt, his head bowed, and his hands still clasped together.

In the quiet depths of his slumber, Y/N's spirit stirred, rising gently as if on a whispering breeze. He felt weightless, untethered from the earthly realm, and was drawn upwards by an unseen force, carried by a warm, celestial light that surrounded him. The mundane world faded away, replaced by a shimmering expanse of stars and soft golden light.

Y/N found himself standing in a realm that felt familiar and sacred—heavenly. Before him stood a radiant figure, cloaked in robes of white that seemed woven from pure starlight. Uriel, his face a blend of calm wisdom and deep compassion, awaited him, his gaze penetrating yet gentle.

"Welcome back, Azriel," Uriel greeted him, his voice a soft resonance that echoed across the luminous space. "You have done well, and your journey is far from over. But I know you seek clarity."

Y/N's heart swelled with hope, his unspoken questions filling the air between them.

Uriel extended a hand in blessing. "Soon, Azriel, you will encounter the one for whom your presence on Earth is meant—Asia Argento. She is a gentle soul, touched by the divine, yet caught in the turmoil of this world. It is for her that you were sent here, to protect and uplift."

"You will meet her soon," Uriel continued, "and when you do, trust the calling within you. Have faith in the light that led you here."

With those final words, Y/N felt the world begin to shift, Uriel's image fading like the last star before dawn. Gently, his spirit descended, returning to the earthly realm. When he awoke, he felt a renewed sense of purpose and he decided to start the morning differently.

"I should go to church this morning, perhaps I can talk more with Uriel there. If not, it would be nice to just spend some time in the presence of The Father again."

Rising, he prepared a simple breakfast, taking time to let each step ground him and humble him—cracking eggs, buttering toast, watching the coffee brew. Each movement reminded him of his place in the world, yet he carried with him the weight of his celestial calling.

After breakfast, Y/N donned his priestly attire, each piece resonating with a sense of solemn duty and resolve. He slipped into a black cassock that fit him perfectly, its fabric heavy yet smooth, flowing just above his ankles. The high collar was stiff, pressing gently against his neck, while the large silver cross hanging from his neck gleamed faintly in the morning light, resting against his chest as a constant reminder of his mission. Over his shoulders, he draped a long white scarf with intricate, embroidered symbols along its length, symbols of his faith and purpose. His boots were polished to a mirrored shine, each step falling with a quiet authority that matched his calling.

Feeling the reassurance of his attire, he stepped out into the fresh morning air and set off toward the church. As he walked, he took in the world around him with fresh eyes, sensing the beauty in the mundane, the divine interwoven with the ordinary.

As he finished dressing, Y/N took a deep breath, savoring the moment. He closed his eyes, feeling the lingering warmth of Uriel's words in his heart. "I am here for a reason," he reminded himself as he slipped on his black gloves, ready to begin his day.

On his way to the church, the familiar sounds of the town reached his ears, grounding him in the present. He passed by a park where children were playing, their laughter a bright melody in the morning air. It was here he noticed a small boy sitting on the ground, clutching his knee. The scrape looked fresh, and Y/N's instinct was to go to him, to heal him with a gentle touch.