God in DxD

"Ugh," I groaned, holding my head with one hand. "I'll find that blond idiot and make his life miserable." My eyes stubbornly refused to open.

And my general condition was more like something between recovery from a hard workout and a hangover. Let's try to open my right eye a little...

"Bright," I muttered under my breath, squinting at the bright light. "One more time. Where am I?"

The room I was in looked more like some kind of laboratory, but at least my hands weren't tied. The opaque glass on the wall prevented me from seeing what was on the other side, but I'm not human, and I can sense life just as well as any fantasy undead creature.

My train of thought was interrupted by a door that opened automatically, letting in a woman wearing a robe over her uniform.

"Hello," said the brunette, looking me over. "You are currently in a hospital belonging to our organisation. What is the last thing you remember?"

Right. I don't understand. Why did people find me, and why hasn't anyone from the supernatural world shown up yet? I don't like the fact that I can't sense a single demon or angel nearby, not even a connection. I'm tormented by vague doubts.

"Hello," I say slowly. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your question, but... where am I? City, country?" I wave my hand in the air.

"New York, USA," the girl replied without changing her expression, although curiosity flashed across her face.

"Okay. Do I have access to the media?" I won't teleport yet, as I don't feel like hell at all. More precisely, there is something that resembles it, but it is fundamentally different. It would be foolish to go there, so let's sit quietly like a mouse. Although, what the hell am I, a mouse?" "I've lost some of my memory, so I want to read the latest news, maybe it will help." "A shitty mouse, I swear, that's what I am."

"You will have access to the internet as soon as you answer a few questions. — Ha, she can control her facial expressions, her face hasn't changed at all.

"As you wish." I smile and scratch the back of my head "nervously."

"First," she took out her tablet, "your first name, last name, year and place of birth..."

The interrogation began quite cheerfully, even though some questions were repeated in different wording, which didn't prevent me from answering them just as vaguely, blaming my lack of understanding of the question.

It didn't last very long, about two hours, but at the end they brought me a snack. Not bad, a welcome change from Azazel's cooking. The poison he concocts in the kitchen is probably worse than Samael's blood.

"Mr. Borgia," the same girl returned to my room, carrying a tablet. "I hope you remember how to use the device?" I nodded. "Good. I'll leave you for a while. Rest and try to remember anything else."

"Right," I took the technological marvel in my hands. "What should I Google first?"

***

"What do we know?""The black man folded his hands on the table in a "Gendo style."

"Presumably a mutant," said a short man in a lab coat, adjusting his glasses. "You've seen the pictures, like half the city. Our new acquaintance has wings. Real angel wings, snow-white and large. We don't know where they disappeared to, but we assume it's a mutation. We couldn't take DNA samples because the needles simply wouldn't penetrate the skin, and the hair burned when we tried to pull it out.

"Be more specific, Doc. Facts," urged Gendo, judging by his subordinate's tone. "We have an emergency in the city centre. A portal is opening and an 'angel' is falling out of it onto our heads. And if we look at today's newspapers, we will be horrified by the abundance of theories of varying degrees of stupidity and madness. Who. Fell. On. Our. Heads.

"We don't know, we couldn't take any samples, and cutting him... you understand, he could wake up at any moment and would hardly be pleased with that," the doctor shrugged.

"Agent Fliess," the chief said to the girl standing by the wall waiting for her turn. "Did you talk to the subject? What can you tell us about him?"

"He called himself Virgil Borgia and behaved extremely honestly, answering all questions without ever showing any discomfort. No attempts to lie were observed," the brunette reported.

"Ah," the black man leaned forward, "what is your personal opinion?" The man narrowed his eyes. "You can speak off the record."

"Strange. Very strange. The longer I was around him, the louder my paranoia screamed. I have no idea who he is, but I can say for sure that he's not a normal person or a mutant." The girl shuddered at the memory of those eyes burning with red gold... he was like an ancient evil that had been set free. Those eyes seemed to see all her sins, both small and terrible. "Director." The man didn't like the tone of the girl's voice. "Maybe... we should call our heroes?"

Such a thought did not occur to the black man. He did not sense the danger emanating from their new acquaintance. So the man merely narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, considering the situation.

"Any suggestions?" he asked those present.

"I agree with Agent Fliess," replied one of the analysts, wiping his glasses. "We can't take risks and make assumptions that are probably wrong. I think it's better to play it safe and talk to our friend, with people nearby who can stop him if the negotiations go badly. After all, this angel fell from such a height that he could cause problems for many superheroes we know, and that could mean he has some kind of power.

"Hmm, okay. Contact them and call our freelance mage, just in case. — The black man nodded to himself. — You are free to go.

***

"Fuck." I massaged my temples. I was not in the best mood. And there was a reason for that, because that white-haired imbecile had thrown me into another world with his last attack. I don't know how he did it, maybe it was just luck, but it didn't make things any better.

And the fact that there were people in this world who, under certain conditions, could twist even the Great Red's arm, and he was one of the strongest, didn't help matters. Exploring the depths of the internet had been a useful and fruitful exercise; at least I had a rough idea of how things stood.

And here's what I've come up with. I'm in a fucking Marvel universe, and thank whoever it is that I'm not in the version with a complete gender bender. This world resembled a mixture of movies and comics, at least in that the local heroes looked like actors. But to this mix of Avengers films, they added plots with mutants, the Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, and even Venom running around somewhere. Considering everything I managed to learn, my desire to stay in this not-so-pleasant and hospitable world diminished sharply.

My thoughts about how to get out of there quickly were interrupted by people who began to surround the room I was in. Judging by their movements, I dare say that they were either preparing to eliminate me or were a suppression team. I hadn't given them any reason to kill me, so they must want something. Talk?

Many people approached the door, but only a few entered. The first was a bald disabled man, the second was a man with a beard and a nice bright red raincoat, and last but not least (judging by his behaviour and looks) was a black man with one eye. I know their names, but I don't feel anything when I meet them.

The bald man tried to get inside my head, but he was met with the voices of the Grail, which made him flinch and turn pale. Because of this, some of the people outside wanted to break in, but they were held back by the others. It seemed that the professor's Sonderkommando wanted to "save" him from the evil me. The strange doctor made several "inconspicuous" passes with his hands, creating, as far as I could tell, diagnostic spells that were supposed to reveal my race and approximate level of power. But they were dispersed by a directed impulse of my magic. This made the mage tense up and stare at me, which did not go unnoticed by Fury."Hello," I began the conversation first, as the glances were starting to annoy me. "What has happened to attract such attention to my humble self?"

"You fell from a height of over a hundred kilometres and remained unharmed," the black man began to list. "You fell for a long time, attracting the attention of most of the city, as you had a pair of burning white wings behind you. The result of your landing was a red-hot crater in the centre of the park. It's a miracle no one was killed.

"It's not polite, sir, to scan me surreptitiously," I said, glancing at the mage. "And we haven't been introduced."

"Dr. Stephen Strange. Not Mr., but Doctor." The former surgeon replied with slight irritation and resignation. "I just wanted to know who you are and what to expect from you."

"Apparently, like this man?" I nod towards the professor, who is studying me intently. "I hope you weren't frightened by them?" I hint at the voices in my head. "It would have been dangerous if you had continued to listen to them."

"Professor Charles Xavier," the bald man nods. "I apologise for our actions, but we just want to make sure you won't cause any harm."

"You could have just asked; many of you can tell when someone is lying." I shrugged. "Ask me anything; I don't have any secrets."

"Who or what are you?" The black man went on the offensive. "I'm Nick Fury."

"Well, it's complicated. But if you peel away the layers, I'm an angel." Strange's eyes widen, just like the professor's. "Yes, yes, the winged one from the silver city."

"Hm?" The black man raised an eyebrow in disbelief, listening to something in his earpiece. "You're not lying. Okay, then why did you fall? Judging by your burning, is that what it's called?"

"It's complicated. I fell because I disagreed with the party's policies." I make an indefinite gesture with my hand. "You know, the Bible isn't quite what the 'holy scriptures' describe. I knew too much and disagreed with his actions. Killing me was too wasteful, so they kicked me out, just like those who followed me. He's such an asshole, you know, he doesn't like it when people argue with him. And no, that was a long time ago. Now my "fall" is the result of my battle with one idiot who tore apart space.

There was silence for a while. Judging by the emotions, everyone who heard my answer was deeply shocked. Well, it's not every day you find out that your god is a little different from how he's described. The listeners behind the wall were now going through denial, although some were already accepting it.

"Then the name you gave us was a lie? Do you have another name?"

"I never lie," I replied with steel in my voice, causing the mage to pale slightly and the people outside to brace themselves. "I have many names." My eyes, which had not changed colour from gold to purple, began to glow slightly. "But among the ancients, I was always known as the personification of the morning star, the leader of the fallen angels, Lightbringer." And a sweet smile at the end.

Oh, what a wave of disbelief among the local natives. Wow! Who is this fiery and demonic creature? I look around using my senses. What is this fiery red bird with a little devil next to it?

"Are you serious?" asked Fury, his facial expression betraying his scepticism, although judging by his emotions, he was ready to run or fight. In this, he was no different from the people outside. "Are you saying that Satan himself has arrived in New York?"

"Come on," I wave off his words, "I'm not interested in hell or power anymore. I have a cat at home that hasn't been fed, a white one... not a kitten. And now, in your world, some Mephisto rules hell." Strange shudders at the mention of the demon. "I'm just passing through," I shrugged. "I'll leave as soon as you," I pointed at the black man, "stop wanting to kill me, capture me, subjugate me, etc."

"Why do you think I want that?" The director narrows his eyes.

"People don't change. It's been thousands of years, and everyone still wants to use my power for their own gain, hiding behind duty, virtue, and other nonsense. I can see your souls and your sins. It's all on the surface. You want to play with forces that have enough power to wipe you and your people off the face of the earth, along with this city. Are you willing to try to do "it" for the sake of ephemeral gain and the desire to possess my power? Are you willing to risk the lives of all your people and civilians in this city and the world? Don't think I'm threatening you. I am merely warning you that imprisoning me, even in a magical dungeon, will be very difficult, for even hell could not hold me. I am immortal, for I live as long as those who sin live. Think carefully about whether it is worth having me as an enemy.

What a heavy and lingering silence.

"Don't bother using your trinket," I say, glancing at the medallion with the infinity stone. "I am from another world, another timeline parallel to yours. The stone only works in this universe and on its inhabitants. I cannot use it, just as you cannot use it on me." I look into the doctor's eyes. "Although you can try..." And he did try. But he couldn't stop time for me. "No luck. Heh heh." "Strange just clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"How do we know you won't harm the inhabitants of Earth?" Nick asked.

"I promise, and I always keep my word. Everyone who knows anything about this knows that the devil doesn't lie. Although some idiots claim that I'm a liar. Idiots, angels and demons always keep their word.

"We...

"I," you meant to say "I," I interrupt the black man, "Your paranoia isn't just annoying, you don't even trust the people closest to you. I understand why you don't believe me, after all, the church has come up with many ways to discredit Satan, making him out to be a liar. But how can that be... annoying. And if I leave, you'll turn me into a criminal, sending your "heroes" after me, even though I haven't done anything wrong to anyone. Nick, my friend, do you want a deal? You don't cause me any trouble, and I won't cause you any. It's as simple as that. I just want to rest and go home, that's all. Your "heroic" showdowns don't concern me. You can keep an eye on me, just don't get in my way by sending some red spiders after me, for example. I chuckle, watching the reaction of the widow and the one-eyed man.

"You value contracts..." the director began thoughtfully, "then we'll sign it. You don't cause us any trouble, we don't cause you any trouble.

I wave my hand, creating a parchment with the necessary points, as well as a number of sub-points written in small print, in another language woven into the pattern.

"Sign here, now," I nod at the pen made of energy. "You can let your mage read it for a minute, but I want to get rid of your annoying presence as quickly as possible without resorting to violence or summoning hordes of demons (I'm being sly, because Lutz could do that, but I don't know who would respond to his call in this world).

Strange scanned the piece of paper long and hard, poring over it and looking for hidden meanings. But I doubt he knows as many languages as I do, and he's unlikely to find anything fishy in the ornament in the corner.

"Strange as it may seem," said the mage, "these points allow you a lot, even if they leave him the right to self-defence.

"Can we sign it?" the director asked bluntly.

"Yes," sighed the surgeon, "You can, but the penalty for violating such an agreement will be terrible, and I'm not talking about a simple eternity in hell.

"And what could be worse?" the bald invalid reminded him.

"If the black man breaks the contract, his soul will go to the Abyss. Without losing his mind, he will spend eternity in the company of cute chthonic monsters, whose torture will eventually turn him into another monster. Note that I have immediately revealed your possible future to you, giving you an incentive not to violate the contract and not to interfere with my search for a way to return home.

And again, silence, and again they feel time passing like molasses. While the people are thinking, I examine Xavier, which makes him shrug his shoulders.

"Don't you miss the feeling of walking on your own?

His gaze becomes sharp, and although his emotions are well hidden, they seep out.

"Are you offering to heal me? And what will you take in return, my soul?" the bald man asks ironically.

"What do I want with your soul? You're just an ordinary person, what can I get from you? I don't need your powers, so in return, I want to talk to a couple of your people.

"You could go to them yourself, why do you need a middleman?"

"Because I can?" I reply with a question. "Okay, if I just drop by for tea, you'll be tense, like dogs ready to fight, but this way, I hope you'll relax a little. I want to talk to the phoenix, and maybe the demon.

"How do you know who she is?" the professor switched to telepathic communication.

"Seriously?" I raise an eyebrow, which makes him a little embarrassed.

"Why do you need this?"

"I want to know why the local immortal bird decided to take such a step, after all, the life of an immortal among short-lived creatures is not the happiest." Seriously, how could the avatar of this bitchiness fall in love with a mortal?

"I won't decide for them. If they want it, then so be it," replied the telepath, wanting to end the communication session.

"You don't have to decide, but push them to talk. I bear no ill will towards them, but I can get back at you for this. It won't hurt me," I cut off the connection, leaving the pensive professor alone with his thoughts.

"We agree to these terms," Fury signed on the parchment. "Now you will not harm Earth and its inhabitants unless they attack you first."

"Wonderful," I say, standing up and stretching. "Now I can eat. Hmm, pizza or chicken? What a difficult choice... I'll take both. And pie." I walk out through the automatic door without saying goodbye.

***

After the unexpected departure of Satan.

"Director, do you really think he is who he said he was?" asked the red-haired girl who had entered.

"Miss Romanov," Strange sighed, "With all due respect, you have no idea who he is.

"Neither do you," retorted the Scarlet Witch, who had entered. "He dispelled your spells, preventing you from learning anything about him.

"In any case," said Fury, standing up, "we will not interfere in his affairs, we will keep him under surveillance from a distance and not make contact unless necessary. It is preferable not to make contact at all. Doctor, Wanda, what can you tell us about him?""He's beyond my abilities; it's as if he doesn't exist," shrugged the supreme mage. "The Time Stone is useless; he explained why. I'm inclined to believe him; he combines both light and darkness, so we have what we have."

"What can our resident god say?" Fury asked Thor, who was thoughtfully playing with his hammer.

"We have had little contact with angels," replied the thunderer, "and he," he nodded towards the exit, "is one of them. He is a warrior, as can be seen from his gait, even if it is quite relaxed. And there is something about him..." He shook his head.

"Strange?" interjected Vizen.

"Dangerous," Thor shrugged. "I have lived for thousands of years and during that time I have learned to sense danger from intelligent beings. And he is very dangerous."

"I'm not implying anything, of course," Stark coughed into his fist, "But we have a mind stone that allows us to obtain knowledge from the information field." He glanced meaningfully at Vizen. "Maybe we should ask it if it can answer?"

"I'll try," the red-skinned man relented under the gaze of his comrades, his eyes glazing over. A couple of seconds later, his gaze regained its meaning. "Well, I found out something. Ahem."

"And?" Fury urged him. "We need to know how to fight it and whether it poses a threat to us."

"Um," the android scratched his cheek, surprising his friends. It was very strange behaviour for him. "Well, first of all, he was telling the truth." The eyes of those present widened. "He won't hurt anyone unless they hurt him first."

"What about his abilities?" Gendo Nik sat down in a fighting stance.

"I consider the ability to unleash a 'heavenly curse' on the world to be quite a serious move. An army of the dead could also be a threat. And then there are various diseases, as well as demons from different dimensions that come when summoned. The longer the android spoke, the paler some of the heroes became, while Fury himself reproached himself for not being able to do anything against such a potential enemy.

"What are we going to do?" Stark asked.

"Leave him alone, watch him from a distance, don't make contact. If he wants to, he'll come to us," said the director, rubbing his temples. "Professor, what did you talk to him about? Yes, our cameras noticed you exchanging glances.

"He wants to talk to my students and promised to repay me for arranging the meeting by restoring my spine, allowing me to walk again.

"That simple?" The widow couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it's that simple, a conversation in exchange for your legs," nodded the bald man.

"That's good." People X entered the room, along with Jean Grey. "We agree to talk if it will help you. Who does he want to talk to?"

"Kurt," the guy named Kurt flinched, remembering his demonic origins. "And you're Jean." The girl tilted her head to the side in confusion. "It's because of your fiery self," Charles confirmed her suspicions mentally, to which she only nodded and sighed.

"I agree to talk." The redhead owed a lot to her teacher, so she quickly agreed, as did Kurt, who gave his consent after a couple of minutes of thought.

"Director!" The agent ran into the room, out of breath. "The ghost racer has arrived in the city and is heading for our target."

"Well, what are you going to do?" Nick rubbed his forehead. "Avengers, we need to minimise the damage.

"I'll help, I need to talk to him anyway," said Grey, stepping forward with Kurt and the rest of Team X.

"Even better. Go ahead."

***

"What delicious coffee," I complimented the barista, who turned out to be a cute, short girl in her twenties with light hair tied back in a bun. "Can I have that banana cheesecake over there?"

"Just a second," the girl winked at me. Heh, there are advantages to being in Lucius's aura.

I didn't have to sit and snack for long. Judging by the feeling, a strong soul burning with rage had entered the city.

"And I'm not far from SHIELD headquarters," I roll my eyes, feeling the stranger approaching me. "I'll go meet him." I leave the barista a couple of gold coins, since the paper currency I have isn't accepted here, but gold is valued everywhere.

As I left, I heard the loud roar of a motorcycle engine and a man sitting on it. And I could sense that superheroes were gathering here. It looked like something was about to happen.

The motorcyclist gave off an intense demonic scent.

"You," he pointed at me. Ugh, how rude. "He told me to find you."

"Who?" I didn't get it at first.

"Zaratos.

***

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