Hespera lazily twirled her pen between her fingers, her chin propped up on her other hand as she half-listened to the droning voice of the teacher at the front of the class.
The lesson was boring—something about history or literature, she couldn't be bothered to care. Her eyes flicked toward the clock. Only a few more hours until freedom.
'Time moves so damn slow in this mortal school,' she internally groaned. She was beginning to miss the Dimensional Gap. 'I wonder how Uncle Red's been doing without us? Probably sleeping, like the lazy ass he is.'
Just then...
Ding!
A black and silver system screen flickered into her vision, hovering just within her line of sight.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE – FROM: CHAOS]
Hehehe~! My dearest, most adorable little agent of mayhem!
You did such a fantastic job ripping out that protagonist's heart and throwing the world's timeline into delightful disarray! I knew you were the best investment I ever made! I'm so proud of you~!
Hespera smirked, shifting her head slightly so the students behind her wouldn't notice her expression.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE CONTINUES]
Oh, oh! Almost forgot, Death says, and I'm quoting here: "I couldn't come to see you, Cutie, since there wasn't any souls to carry to the River of Rebirth. Next time you go on a murder spree, don't eradicate their existence, yeah? I made a lovely scarf that will go wonderfully with the sweater Chaos made you. Till we next see each other."
She did this flirty finger wave thing at the end. It was very cute!
Hespera grinned, a soft chuckle escaping her lips before she quickly stifled it. The girl sitting next to her glanced over, confused.
"...Something funny?"
Hespera turned her head lazily, giving her the sweetest, most innocent smile.
"Mm? Nope~ Just thinking about something fun."
The girl blinked, hesitated, then turned back to her notes, uneasy for reasons she couldn't explain.
Hespera returned her gaze to the system screen, her fingers idly tapping against her desk as she continued reading.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE – FINAL PART]
ANYWAY!~ Just wanted to send a little love and let you know that your chaos meter is rising beautifully. I won't spoil too much, but let's just say… certain key figures are going to start noticing you very soon. Hehehe~!
Do try to have fun with them, won't you?
XOXO~ Chaos~
Ding!
[NEW TITLE ACQUIRED!]
[Chaos's Favorite Child] – You are personally adored by the Primordial of Chaos. Your actions will always tip fate toward unpredictability, and the world's you travel to will struggle to resist your influence. Enjoy~!
Hespera tilted her head, absorbing the words, her grin widening slightly.
'Tch. As if the world could resist me anyway.'
She swiped a hand through the air, dismissing the system screen just as the teacher turned back toward the class.
"And that concludes today's lesson. Now, can anyone—"
Hespera rested her chin on her palm again, sighing dramatically.
"So predictable," she muttered under her breath.
The girl next to her gave her a weird look. 'The new girl is so odd.'
~☆~
Deep within the celestial halls of Heaven, where golden light streamed through towering crystal windows, the steady murmur of divine whispers filled the air. The great archives, where knowledge of all things past, present, and possible futures resided, stood as a pillar of divine wisdom.
And at the heart of this eternal library sat Raziel, the Archangel of Secrets, the Guardian of Knowledge.
He had been calmly recording the ever-shifting threads of fate in his grand tome—a task he had performed for eons, unraveling the mysteries of creation.
Raziel's quill froze mid-stroke, his silver, star-speckled eyes widening as a pulse of divine foresight overwhelmed his senses. He saw her—long silver hair cascading down her back, streaked with hues of violet, indigo, and green-blue. Heterochromatic eyes—one an emerald abyss, the other a gleaming amethyst—pierced through the veils of fate.
There was only one being with that kind of description he knew of: Hespera Eveningstar, the lost twin sister of Lucifer Morningstar.
Raziel gasped, staggering backward, gripping the edge of his desk for support as the celestial quill dropped from his fingers. His wings trembled.
His breath came out shaky as he murmured the impossible truth aloud,
"Sister…"
Lucifer's twin. The only one who could have rivaled the Morningstar in power before she was sealed away.
And now, she had returned.
His heart pounded in his chest as he snapped his book shut and bolted out of his study, his celestial robes billowing behind him.
"Michael! Raphael! Gabriel! Uriel! Everyone!" His voice boomed through the divine corridors, shaking the very air of Heaven itself.
"SHE LIVES! SHE'S AWAKE!"
The doors to the Archangel's council chamber burst open as Raziel stormed inside, his expression a rare mix of exhilaration and dread. The gathered Archangels—Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, and Uriel—turned toward him in immediate concern.
Michael, the Supreme Commander of Heaven's Armies, furrowed his brows, his golden wings spreading slightly in reaction to Raziel's entrance. "Raziel? What's wrong?"
Raziel slammed his book onto the central table, causing divine light to flicker. "It's her." His silver eyes were alight with celestial energy as he met Michael's gaze.
"Hespera Eveningstar is alive."
Silence.
A heavy, deafening silence fell over the chamber.
And then—
"...What?" Gabriel's voice was barely above a whisper.
Uriel's usually calm demeanor shattered. His fingers twitched slightly against his golden staff. "That's impossible. The Father Himself sealed her away before the Great War. She was put into an eternal slumber! There was no way for her to—"
"She's awake," Raziel cut in, his voice leaving no room for doubt. "And she's not just awake—she's already begun changing the flow of fate."
Michael's wings flared, a rare sign of alarm flickering through his sapphire gaze. "How? Where?"
Raziel clenched his jaw, flipping open his tome, revealing the shifting pages of fate, now rewritten with fractured uncertainty. "Earth. Kuoh City. The same place as Rias Gremory and her peerage."
A tense breath left Raphael. "That city has already been a hotspot for supernatural activity, but… if she is there… then everything changes."
Raziel took in a slow breath before delivering the final, most earth-shattering revelation.
"She… she was experimented on by our fallen brother, Azazel."
Silence.
Not a single Archangel moved.
Even Michael, the Supreme Commander of Heaven's Armies, whose expression rarely shifted beyond calculated authority, seemed momentarily stunned.
Gabriel's fingers curled tightly around the fabric of her robes, her usually gentle features twisting in something dangerously close to anger. "Azazel did what?"
Raziel's silver eyes burned with divine intensity as he slammed his tome shut. "You heard me. Our fallen brother, the one who once stood at Father's side before the fall—he is the one responsible for what she has become today."
Michael's golden wings flared, his celestial presence pressing down on the chamber. "What do you mean, Raziel?" His voice was sharp, demanding, a quiet storm brewing beneath his normally composed exterior.
Raziel exhaled, the weight of his discovery pressing heavily on his shoulders.
"Through Azazel's experiments, she has become a sort of... three-species race. A chimera, perhaps. No, I think it would be better to call her race…" He hesitated, as if speaking the word would give it even more power.
"Tribrid."
A sharp intake of breath from Raphael.
Uriel's fingers tensed against his staff, his jaw clenching. "A… Tribrid? A fusion of three races? That should be impossible. Even hybrid beings are unstable—there has never been a being that could sustain three separate bloodlines without self-destructing."
Raziel shook his head. "She did not simply inherit these races naturally. She was forcibly altered. Twisted. Changed. Azazel… he used her as an experiment."
Gabriel's breath hitched. She covered her mouth, the horror creeping into her expression. "He played with her very existence."
Michael's expression darkened, his divine power humming dangerously in the air. "What… is she now?"
Raziel slowly opened his book again, pages flipping wildly under an unseen force, revealing an ancient prophecy long forgotten, its ink rewriting itself as fate twisted and reshaped around the awakened being.
The words shimmered in celestial light, burning into their eyes as Raziel read them aloud:
"A soul fractured thrice, yet made whole.
Bound to the Dragon, the Phoenix, and the Reaper.
One with the Chaos that births the void,
One who exists where Fate dare not tread."
The words seared through the air like a divine decree.
Raziel looked up, his voice grave.
"She is a fusion of three powerful races—a Chaos Dragon, a Reaper Angel, and a Phoenix."
Michael's entire frame stiffened. His divine senses reached out, feeling the shifting threads of fate warping around this revelation.
A Chaos Dragon.
An Angel of Death.
And a Phoenix, a being of eternal rebirth.
Three forces that should never coexist.
And yet, they did.
Inside her.
A moment passed.
Then, in an uncharacteristically quiet voice, Uriel whispered, "What… has our brother done?"
Michael's hands clenched into fists, his entire body thrumming with holy power. "This… this is a violation against the very laws of creation."
Raziel nodded. "And that's why I say, brothers, sisters—this is no ordinary threat." His gaze flickered with ancient knowing.
"She is beyond angels. Beyond devils. Beyond anything we have ever faced before."
A deadly silence fell upon the council.
Then, Michael finally spoke.
"...Where is Azazel now?"
~☆~
Hespera barely stifled a yawn as she lazily flipped through her textbook, her eyes half-lidded with boredom.
High school was such a drag.
If it weren't for the adorable reactions of Rias, Akeno, and Koneko every time she walked into the room, she would have burned the place down yesterday.
Instead, she settled for small, calculated chaos.
Like now.
As the teacher droned on, a system notification popped up in the corner of her vision.
Ding!
[SYSTEM MESSAGE – FROM: CHAOS]
Oh-ho-ho! My precious little nightmare~ You have no idea how hard I'm cackling right now! The Angels are losing their feathery little minds! One of your dear "brothers" had a vision about you. He knows all about little Azazel's fun he had with you. Hehe~ I predict a whole lot of fun coming your way. Wreak as much chaos as you like, my dear. Tata~"
Hespera smirked, resting her cheek against her palm as she idly flicked through the black and silver system screen in front of her, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.
So, the angels knew.
The pawns of Heaven, her so-called brothers and sisters, were panicking like headless chickens over her existence.
And Azazel? Oh, she wondered, did he feel that familiar chill creeping up his spine yet? The inevitable consequence of what he had done?
She chuckled softly, the sound barely audible over the teacher's monotone droning.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed Rias shift slightly in her seat, her crimson brows furrowing at the unnerving aura Hespera was casually leaking.
Akeno had her eyes on her as well, lips tilted into a small, flirty smirk, but there was curiosity there.
Koneko? The little Nekomata looked downright hostile.
Hespera's smirk widened. 'Ah, they really were adorable. I just want to pinch their cheeks and nibble on them a little.'
Ding!
A second notification appeared, drawing her attention back.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE – FROM: CHAOS]
Ohhh, and by the way, love—Vali's little white lizard? Yeah, he's absolutely LOSING HIS MIND right now. You broke him. Ahahaha! Ahh, I haven't been this entertained in eons! Keep going~!
Hespera's shoulders shook slightly, barely containing her laughter.
Albion, the Vanishing Dragon, once a proud, arrogant, unshakable existence. Now? Now he was floundering like a lost child.
Hespera reached for the sugar-free raspberry lollipop in her pocket, unwrapping it with slow, deliberate ease.
With a soft pop, she placed it between her lips, rolling it over her tongue as she mulled over her next course of action.
It would be… amusing to see how long the little devils and angels could hold themselves together before cracking.
'Or before I break them myself.'
Her eyes flickered toward the classroom window, taking in the brilliant blue sky, untouched by the chaos unfolding beyond mortal perception.
She tilted her head, tapping her fingers lazily against the desk.
"So… my dear brothers and sisters know I'm alive now," she mused under her breath, her voice barely a whisper.
"How exciting~ A family reunion is on its way."
~☆~
Back in Heaven, within the grand halls of the Seraphim Council…
Raziel swallowed, his silver eyes flickering with unease. "The last known reports place him in the Grigori stronghold… but if he has caught wind of this revelation, he may attempt to—"
Michael lifted a hand.
Silence fell once more.
Then, he turned to Gabriel, the most radiant of them all.
The most radiant of all the Archangels lifted her gaze, her celestial features serene—but Michael could see it.
The unease. The conflict.
She was the kindest of them all. But even she would not ignore the gravity of this revelation.
"…We need to confirm this."
Gabriel inhaled softly, her delicate fingers tightening around the hem of her flowing robes. "You wish for me to find proof of Azazel's experiments?"
Michael nodded, his expression grave. "Yes. We need undeniable proof."
Gabriel was silent for a moment, her celestial features unreadable. Then, slowly, she exhaled, lowering her gaze in quiet contemplation.
"…If it is true," she murmured, "if Azazel truly did this…" Her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of her robes.
She did not finish her sentence.
She didn't need to.
The weight of it hung in the air like a heavy storm cloud.
Raphael, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, his voice laced with unease. "If Azazel is guilty of such a crime, what will we do?"
The room tensed.
Michael did not answer immediately.
Raziel, the keeper of forbidden knowledge, clenched his hands together, his silver eyes turbulent with countless unsaid thoughts.
They all knew the implications of what had been revealed.
Azazel had broken divine law before—his fall from grace was proof of that.
But this? Experimenting on his own sister? Turning one of Heaven's Firstborn into an abomination?
There were no words for such a sin.
Finally, Michael spoke, his voice steady but unforgiving.
"If Azazel is guilty, he will answer for it."
A quiet but powerful decree.
Gabriel flinched ever so slightly, but she nodded. "…I understand."
A pause entered the room. Then, Michael's golden gaze flickered to the entrance of the celestial chamber.
"Phanual."
The shadows near the grand doors stirred.
From the dim light, Phanuel, the Archangel of Judgment, emerged.
His presence was calm—silent as always. But his piercing amber gaze burned with something lethal.
"…You wish for me to retrieve him?" His voice was smooth. Cold.
Michael exhaled. "No. Not yet." He turned to Gabriel. "You will go first. Confirm the truth."
A tense silence.
Then, Gabriel lowered her head in solemn acceptance. "…As you will it, Brother."
Michael gave a single nod. Softly he said, "Be careful, Gabriel."
A voice, deep and steady, cut through the tension.
"And when the truth is confirmed?"
All eyes turned toward Uriel, the Archangel of Repentance and Retribution.
He had remained silent thus far, his presence looming like an unshaken pillar amid the storm of revelations. Unlike the others, whose emotions flickered like candlelight, Uriel's expression remained unreadable, his golden eyes sharp, calculating—merciless.
Michael met his gaze. "Then we act accordingly."
Uriel took a step forward, his celestial robes flowing with the movement, his every action measured—precise. "You would have me stay my hand until we have evidence," he mused, voice calm, "but we all know the truth already." His golden gaze shifted to Raziel, who had been unnaturally tense since his vision. "We have seen it."
Raziel inhaled sharply. "A vision alone is not enough to pass divine judgment, Uriel."
Uriel regarded him for a long moment. "Perhaps not. But it is enough to prepare for the inevitable." He folded his arms, his voice low, dangerous. "If Azazel has indeed done this… he is beyond redemption."
Gabriel flinched. "Uriel—"
"No." His gaze snapped to her, sharp as a blade. "Do not defend him."
Gabriel's lips parted, but no words came. She couldn't refute it. Not when the weight of truth was bearing down on them all.
Uriel turned his attention back to Michael, his next words heavy with finality.
"If Gabriel finds proof of his sin, then I will go. There is no need to send Phanuel," he declared. "I will strike him down myself."
Michael did not react immediately.
The silence was deafening.
Then, finally, he spoke. "…If it comes to that."
Uriel accepted the answer with a slow nod. "Then we are in agreement."
His fingers curled into a fist at his side. 'He will pay for his sins.'