My Unique Skill is Fate Gacha(DxD)

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth...

Thus begins Genesis, the origin of faith, hope, and the idea that Heaven would be a golden throne above the clouds where God would sit, surrounded by eternal hymns, archangels with trumpets, streets paved with gold, and a throne enveloped in unattainable glory—the idea of an eternal paradise where only the worthy would enter.

But what the faithful never knew was that Heaven, true and silent, was far simpler and, for that very reason, far more real.

There was no gold. There were no endless choirs singing glory. There wasn't even a visible throne.

Heaven... was white.

The ground was made of white stones, smooth as porcelain and aligned with near-impossible precision. Long paths wound between buildings of pale stone, each with elegant columns and curved roofs that seemed to defy gravity. The buildings didn't merely rest on clouds—many floated, lightly elevated, like leaves resting on water.

Above, the sky was an infinite white. There was no sun, moon, or stars. Only a soft radiance that didn't blind but enveloped everything with an almost maternal presence, as if the light itself had been created not to disturb.

At the main entrance, a great gate guarded access to "Heaven," surrounded by an impenetrable magical barrier. Imposing, made of gleaming silver metal and engraved with letters that mortals could not pronounce.

Heaven was divided into seven different places, seven heavens, each with its own purpose and nature.

The First Heaven was where the lower-ranking angels lived and trained. The atmosphere there was active, with observation towers, well-maintained barracks, and a constant air of readiness. It was, essentially, the front line of Heaven, located near the gate to the celestial kingdom.

The Second Heaven was different from all the others. Shrouded in darkness, it was where angels went to gaze at the stars. It was also where angels who had sinned but not fallen were confined.

The Third Heaven was vast, so vast it was impossible to measure. It was there that the souls of the faithful rested, welcomed in serene plains where the Tree of Life stood as a beacon of hope. The place had the atmosphere of a dream that never ends.

The Fourth Heaven... the Garden of Eden. Among flowers that never withered and rivers that flowed unhurriedly rested the Tree of Wisdom. It was a place too sacred for words, visited by few, understood by even fewer.

The Fifth Heaven had changed. Once the home of the Grigori, it was now a research center. Tall buildings filled with glass and libraries.

And then... the Sixth Heaven.

Called Zebel, it was the true heart of Heaven.

The core where the Seraphim resided.

At the center of Zebel was a meeting room.

It was a spacious room with white marble walls and subtle silver traces that seemed to glow as the light touched their veins. In the center, a long rectangular table of pale stone, solid and unadorned, stretched to the end of the room. The chairs around it were comfortable and, today, occupied as usual.

The Four Great Seraphim were gathered.

Seated at the head of the table, Michael seemed more like a living painting than someone of celestial flesh. His long golden hair cascaded gently over his shoulders, rippling as if made of resting sunbeams. His green eyes, deep and serene, carried a silent weight, the kind that only falls on those who know duty. His white tunic, as white as the floor of Heaven itself, was covered by a red cloak with an immense golden cross embroidered in the center. The shoulder plates gleamed subtly with details carved in celestial gold. Above his head, a golden halo remained still, as if orbiting an axis not of this world.

To his left, the contrast was almost comical, if not sacred.

Uriel leaned back in his chair with a careless posture, one leg crossed over the other. His blond hair was shorter, tousled as if he'd just gotten up after a fight or a show. His red eyes, with an inner golden glow, weren't fixed on the others but on the ceiling, as if searching for stars that didn't exist there. His black leather jacket with silver studs was open, revealing a T-shirt with some indecipherable inscription in angelic script. Subtle chains hung from his waist, some connected to a rough, dark iron cross. His tight, ripped-at-the-knees pants completed the look of someone who seemed to have wandered into the wrong place... yet belonged there more than anyone.

On the other hand, Raphael remained composed. His blond hair was well-groomed, long enough to touch his shoulders but always tied back with a small dark ribbon. His eyes, hidden behind thick glasses, never stopped analyzing. His attire was that of a man from another era: a brown wool suit, a vest with golden buttons, and a simply tied dark tie. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing crossed arms and prominent veins. Books were stacked on his section of the table, alongside documents and a pen made of stellar silver.

And then, there was Gabriel.

She sat with her hands clasped in her lap, her dress pure white, simple to the point of purity. A fabric without adornments or visible seams, it molded perfectly to her body.

But they weren't the only ones in the room.

White hair swayed gently as he approached and sat in a chair facing the Seraphim.

Kazuya looked at them. His eyes, an unnatural blue, gazed at the Seraphim before him with a serenity that wasn't arrogance. He crossed one leg over the other. He wore black pants and a high-collared, long-sleeved shirt that highlighted his perfect physique.

After talking and healing Valerie, he remembered his meeting with the Heaven Faction and ended up coming alone, though Artoria Lancer, Edmond, and even Jeanne had wanted to accompany him. He thought it better to handle the politics himself; most of his current servants weren't exactly skilled in that area... Perhaps Artoria was...? She hadn't shown much aptitude for it, and he supposed Merlin handled that part for her.

Anyway, it had been a few minutes since he arrived in the heavens and came straight to the Sixth Heaven for the meeting awaiting him, accompanied by Gabriel...

The silence in the room was profound but not heavy.

Michael was the first to break it.

"Thank you for accepting our invitation, Kazuya-dono." His voice was deep but carried a polite softness, like a warm spring breeze passing through a forest after the rain. "It is an honor to have you here in Zebel..."

Michael's green eyes met Kazuya's with respect and courtesy.

Kazuya gave a slight shrug.

"No big deal," he replied in a calm, low, almost lazy but firm tone. "I was curious to see how you guys were managing up here, and I also think I owe Gabriel one for helping me with that incident..."

Uriel raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling. Raphael lifted his eyes from the documents in front of him, observing Kazuya through his thick lenses. Gabriel, without breaking her serene gaze, merely smiled—a smile so faint it could be lost with the fall of a leaf.

Michael maintained his posture, but a slight narrowing of his eyes revealed something deeper: relief. It was easy to sense that the mere presence of this young human subtly affected the atmosphere of that sacred hall.

"I'm glad to hear that..." Michael continued. "I fear delicate matters are at our doorstep... and your presence here is more important than you might imagine..."

Kazuya calmly uncrossed his legs, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair while gazing at the bright ceiling, where the diffuse light touched the silver lines on the walls like rivers of mercury.

"Delicate matters, huh..."

The faint creak of Uriel's chair betrayed that the angel was leaning forward, his red eyes now fixed on the boy.

"Not gonna ask what it's about?" Uriel asked with an almost amused tone, as if challenging him.

"I'm not in a rush... I'll hear it either way."

Uriel let out a sigh, shaking his head.

"This kid..." he muttered, but deep down, his tone held approval.

Michael smiled for the first time since Kazuya entered the room.

"Then let's get to the point," he said, the atmosphere shifting subtly.

Raphael adjusted his glasses slowly, as if needing time to organize his thoughts, but in truth, his golden eyes behind the lenses were observing every small detail of Kazuya. A furrowed brow, subtle lines of concern forming on his face...

"Before we proceed..." Raphael began, his voice as controlled as the ticking of an old clock. "There's something I need to understand..."

"Why... did you return Sirzechs Lucifer and Grayfia Lucifuge to the demons?"

In the last few hours, the news had spread like wildfire through the underworld, supernatural factions, and even among humans connected to the occult: Sirzechs Lucifer, the former crimson Maou, and Grayfia Lucifuge, the Ice Queen, had been returned to the demons by the same man who defeated them in that video currently the most famous on the Devilnet. It was quite the headline.

Raphael continued slowly:

"Considering your current position... and the policy you've been conducting to protect humanity from large-scale threats, eliminating a risk factor as significant as Sirzechs Lucifer and even Grayfia would have been... the most logical decision."

He said this directly, like someone dealing with numbers, with no intent to offend but also no intention of being kind.

"Or do you disagree?"

Before Kazuya could even react, Gabriel made a slight pout, puffing out her cheeks in an almost childish way.

"B-but... Kazu-chan isn't like that!" she protested in a soft, sweet tone, driven more by affection than reason. "Raphael's being cruel now... so cold, so stern... hmpf!"

Uriel burst out laughing, throwing his body back in his chair, the deep sound echoing in the marble hall.

"I gotta admit... this time I agree with Raphael," he said, pointing a thumb at himself, a smirk forming on his face. "If it were me, I'd have finished that arrogant guy off. Maybe even made a statue of the moment..."

Gabriel puffed out her cheeks even more, crossing her arms and turning her face away in a sulky, pure, and spontaneous gesture that hardly matched the solemnity of the room.

Michael let out a soft sigh, raising his hand as if trying to calm two younger siblings arguing at the dinner table.

"Please..." he said in a patient, almost embarrassed tone. "Let's keep the meeting on track."

His serene gaze turned to Kazuya, silently inviting him to speak.

Kazuya, who until then had been observing the scene with that same smile, closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again, the supernatural blue light in his irises seemed even deeper, as if holding a sea of things no one else in the room could ever reach.

"Well, Raphael-san, I do agree with your logic, but... Sirzechs..." he began with a slight smile. "He's not a threat anymore..."

His fingers touched his chin, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair.

"And even if he were... he'd just be a weakling I could crush like an insect whenever I wanted."

His voice held no pride, no arrogance. It was a simple, dry statement, the kind of certainty that needed no reinforcement or validation.

The hall fell silent.

Uriel let out a low whistle, Raphael narrowed his eyes, and Gabriel relaxed her shoulders, a faint smile returning to her lips.

Michael, with a slight nod, acknowledged it.

No one argued because they had already seen it happen in that video.

Kazuya sighed softly, leaning back in his chair as the faint sound of his high-collared shirt's fabric slid against the celestial leather. His blue eyes turned to Michael again, with the calm of someone who had already predicted the direction of the conversation before even stepping foot there.

"Alright..." he said in a lazy but attentive tone. "Now that we're done reviewing my strategic decisions... can you tell me, then, why I was really called here?"

Uriel flashed a crooked smile, throwing his hands behind his head as if he'd been expecting that question.

Michael, however, didn't answer immediately. He glanced at his siblings around him, exchanging looks with each. A silent nod from Gabriel. A serious tilt of the head from Raphael. A casual "go for it" in Uriel's gaze. Only then did the Archangel turn his attention back to Kazuya.

"Because... we want to officially unite Heaven with Chaldea," he said with the solemnity of someone aware of the weight of those words. "To form a proactive alliance..."

Kazuya raised an eyebrow but didn't speak. He just waited.

Michael took a deep breath, his deep voice cutting through the silence like the toll of a bell.

"Chaldea is, today, the only existing force that truly protects humanity against other supernatural beings. Something that, for ages, should have been our responsibility... and that we tried, pathetically and insufficiently, to uphold."

The raw honesty of the statement made even Raphael clench his fists on the table, as if the words struck an ancient pride.

Kazuya, for his part, merely sighed again and mentally noted that he'd expected as much. In the end... it's always the same. A lack of power.

Since God had died, the angels had struggled to manage everything. They controlled God's believers, tried to maintain the structure of faith, but... they couldn't even do that properly. He even felt a bit of pity for them.

Ironically, in the original story, angels were sometimes portrayed as the "bad" side, but that was because the story focused on the devils. Not everything is black and white. Deep down, no one is born good or evil and stays that way forever. As they live, it's the circumstances, judgments, and choices of those who carry the torch that define who will be called a hero and who will be seen as a villain. From another perspective, perhaps they were just travelers crossing the same path, but someone needed an enemy to justify their own journey...

He could be a villain in the eyes of the demons now, for example, but to his servants or the humans aware of the supernatural who knew his organization's purpose, they were heroes.

Real life was far more complex than childish notions of hero or villain, good or evil...

But instead of voicing this, he merely rested his chin on his hand, his eyes half-closed.

"Well, I accept the alliance," he said plainly.

Gabriel immediately smiled, clapping her hands lightly as if celebrating something very important.

But before anyone could say anything, Kazuya raised his hand.

"But first... I want to know something."

"Why now? Heaven had countless chances to help humanity before..."

Uriel grinned widely, clearly amused by Kazuya's raw honesty, but Michael closed his eyes for a moment.

When he spoke again, his voice carried a bitter, melancholic tone.

"Kazuya... you know about the Sacred Gears, don't you?"

Kazuya nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving Michael's.

"Of course I do..."

Michael opened his eyes, and the depth in them was that of ages carried on his shoulders.

"Then... you know they were created by our Father so humans could stand a chance in this world and that they're directly tied to the world's miracle system... but that wasn't all. Our Father created us to protect humans too..."

Gabriel lowered her eyes, her expression almost sad. Raphael remained still, but tension was visible in his shoulders. Even Uriel, for the first time, seemed more serious.

"But... after He died..." Michael took a deep breath. "Things got complicated. The Heavens... were left without leadership. The System without administration. And we... tried to take on the responsibility. We tried to keep things running. We tried to protect humans... but we failed..."

There was frustration in that voice.

"None of us... are like Him," Michael said, almost in a whisper.

"That's why, though we had many opportunities to do the right thing and help humanity against other supernatural beings, we couldn't. Though you may think this is an excuse for our incompetence, I ask that you at least try to understand our perspective. It wasn't because we didn't want to, but because we couldn't. Our hands were tied, and now, though our situation hasn't changed much, at least there's someone strong enough to take on our work, and naturally, we must help..."

Kazuya let out a soft sigh, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning further back in his chair. His blue eyes returned to the sunless white ceiling, thoughtful.

"I get it..." he murmured, before a half-smile crept onto the corner of his lips. "And here I thought you guys were trying to recruit me or something..."

Uriel let out a short laugh, the deep sound echoing in the hall.

"Hah!" he exclaimed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "Seriously? You think we'd try to pull the same nonsense Sirzechs did?"

Uriel leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. "That'd basically be the angelic version of a dumb demon plan. And, let's be honest, Kazuya-dono, even I've got too many brain cells to fall for that..."

The Archangel let out a theatrical sigh, as if exhausted just imagining it.

"The last thing we want..." Uriel continued with a smirk, "is to try to control someone who clearly values their freedom more than anything. We're not as stupid as those self-important heretics in the Underworld..."

Kazuya chuckled lightly, closing his eyes for a moment.

"You nailed it, Uriel-san..." he said, not hiding his satisfied tone. "My freedom is indeed one of the things I value most in this world. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Not for Heaven, not for Hell, not for the throne of Asgard or anywhere else..."

Michael gave a subtle but genuine smile. A lighter glint appeared in his green eyes.

"It's good to see someone so strong... being human..." he said, his voice carrying a mix of admiration and melancholy. "Someone who chooses their own steps and embraces the free will our Father gave us. Few do that these days because of everything, only those living in ignorance..."

Those words made Gabriel lower her eyes, her expression softly sad, her hands trembling in her lap. She said nothing, but the sadness was palpable.

Raphael adjusted his glasses, breaking the mood with his usual coldness.

"In that case..." he began, looking directly at Kazuya. "Is the alliance proposal still on the table? Even after hearing that, deep down, we're doing this because you took on the role that should have been ours from the start? Even knowing that, for now, we can only support you because we couldn't do better?"

The question hung in the air.

But Kazuya didn't hesitate.

He smiled that calm smile.

"Of course it's still on..." Kazuya replied, his voice low and firm. "I'm not foolish enough to reject allies just because they took a while to wake up. You know who you are, and you know what you did wrong. That's already more than most do. If you want to fight by my side... come along."

"But there's one rule: never try to put a leash on me. I belong to no one. And as you know, Chaldea's goal is to protect humanity, so you'll have to keep that in mind and deal with the Church under your jurisdiction. If any of them go against it, the alliance is over..."

Uriel burst into another laugh.

"Knew I'd like this kid from the first time I saw that video..." he muttered, satisfied.

Gabriel, this time, smiled faintly, her gaze a bit calmer.

Michael gave a slight nod.

"Understood," he said, his voice carrying the ceremonial tone he always used to seal important agreements. "Heaven and Chaldea... together, then."

Raphael merely nodded, his fingers lightly tapping the table, as if already beginning to formulate plans in his mind.

And so, in that moment, another alliance had been forged.

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A/N: Hello, everyone!

First of all, thank you for reading up to this point. This chapter ended up with 4,000 words, which basically counts as two normal chapters — so I hope you enjoyed the extra content!

I wanted to take a moment to comment on a few things: since in the original High School DxD novel there isn't a clear visual or personality description for the Archangels Uriel and Raphael, I ended up creating my own versions of them for this story, trying to stay consistent with the setting of Heaven and the original lore's ideas. If at some point the official author decides to describe them in detail, we'll compare later and see who wins the bet 😅.

Oh — and about that comment Kazuya made about Angels always being kind of "villains" in the franchise… I wanted to work with that idea in a more neutral way here. The truth is, this perception comes mostly from the Demons' point of view within DxD's story. When you stop to think about it, Heaven lost God in the middle of the war, and the Angels — who had always been completely dependent on His guidance — suddenly had to fend for themselves in a world at war and without their creator. That would justify some of their more extreme or radical attitudes — which doesn't mean they're "evil," but rather that they acted according to the situation they were in. So I tried to convey a bit of that perspective here.

Anyway — I hope you enjoyed the chapter and this approach! In the next one, we'll have the conclusion of this Heaven Faction part, and after that there'll be a time skip leading to the start of the Youkai Faction arc 👹✨.

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