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Blessed Hellfire

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Deciding to fight in a war of hellfire and magic isn't a rational choice....but fighting tooth and nail to save someone you love is anything but rational.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Prologue

-Chapter 1: Prologue-

Michael yawned, barely paying attention as he tried to focus on the lecture but felt his eyelids drooping and his head began to nod. Suddenly, he felt someone jab into his side right above his hip, causing him to emit a stifled yelp. He glared over at the person sitting next to him and was about to say something when a voice echoed from the pit

"Clearly some of us are in need of remedial lessons." Came a voice from the pit of the auditorium dryly.

"However I feel like most students would be more….apt at hiding their boredom. Stay after class."

Michael swore under his breath and refocused his glare at the person next to him who pointedly looked at him with arched eyebrows and turned back to refocus on the lesson.

Half an hour later, the bell rang and the professor's voice rang out again as everyone was packing their things and beginning to leave. Reminding Micheal to stay.

Micheal swore again under his breath trying to rub the sleep off his face and stopped packing his things before gingerly moving down to the area of the classroom where a thoroughly annoyed Professor Arneharte stood with his arms crossed.

"I-"

"How late."

"....4am."

Arneharte raised his eyebrows and muttered something Michael couldn't hear.

"I know I'm not one to judge given that I'm helping you do this and I certainly have had my late nights," He said, shaking his head ruefully, "but take it from me that you need your sleep. If you don't need me to remind you, I'll make a call to your mother instead."

Michael froze for half a second. However much Arneharte nagged him, he knew if his mother found out he would be in so much more trouble. He remembered grimly how if she ever found out that he had been up for multiple nights, she would put him to sleep with magic for the next 24 hours.

He always hated waking up from that because he always felt like he was moving and thinking through Jell-O for the rest of the day.

He looked at his professor, who only arched an eyebrow in unspoken challenge. Swallowing Micheal only replied tiredly

"Yes, Sir."

"So?" He uncrossed his arms and looked at Michael with a glint in his eye, "Show me what you've done."

Michael was suddenly wide awake and smiled as he led the way out of the classroom,

"I think I've done it."

~~~~~~~~~~~

Anthony thumbed a button, and the klaxon started blaring as everyone cleared the "deck" moving away from the 7-meter-tall machine. It looked like a stubby battleship turret, but it was so much more than that.

It was his ticket to the future.

He looked over at the readouts and saw that the voltage was stable before he initiated the final checks.

If this worked, he'd be drowning in government contracts. He'd be richer than he'd ever possibly conceived. Hell he might even get a girlfriend.

He shook his head at that last thought before focusing back on the readouts making sure to quadruple check the displays against the numbers he had written down.

He smiled as he thought that, however many contracts he got, however much money he had in his bank account

One thing mattered above all else: He would be right.

A green light turned on over the main control panel and he moved over them disengaging the final safeties causing a clear plastic lid to pop open over a keyhole. He took off his lanyard which had the key on it and inserted it into the keyhole, turning it which caused a nearby light to glow red and then change to green.

He put his hand near a button. A button that would decide his future.

He pressed it causing it to make a satisfying clicking sound.

Suddenly, the machine sitting on the "deck" started to spin and elongate, turning into a tube with rotating sections. Each section started to spin faster, electricity arcing off of it, and lightly scorching the deck as each section was fed varying levels of increasing voltage. A distinct whirring sound like a thousand cicadas echoed all around him

Then, as quickly as it all started, it froze. The machine slowed down bit by bit until finally it all came to a stop. The cicada sound faded into the background of the open field that they were in.

Anthony swore and ran out of the control room, down the stairs, and over to the machine.

What had happened?

Did it fail?

Anthony ran up to the machine and punched it, only bruising his knuckles through the glove he was wearing.

"....that was it?" came a thoroughly unimpressed voice.

Anthony turned around to see the raised eyebrows and disappointed frown of the man sent to see the final test of the new weapon they had come up with

"A bunch of…pretty lights and some electric arcs? This is what you've been spending grant money on? Government-funded grant money?"

The man made sure to emphasise where the money came from as Anthony's face heated he opened his mouth to defend the work that everyone had done but the man cut through the air with his hand.

"One week. I'll forget what happened here based on what you, as the project lead, said the weapon would be capable of. You have one week to fix this, otherwise the entire project is canned."

The man stormed off as his assistant followed him, shuffling papers on her clipboard. After he had left the testing field, Anthony slumped back against the machine and looked around at the people who had helped him get this far.

"....Everyone has the rest of the day off." Anthony said, "Get out of the sun and take the day off."

Everyone looked at him as he sat against the machine, his head hanging low. Eventually, the majority of the crowd dispersed, some offering words of reassurance while most left simply happy to get out of the sun. He leaned his head back and onto the machine, staring up at a sky so blue it made his eyes hurt.

"Yeah…..I should do the same."

He stood up, dusting himself off, and pulled out his phone as he walked back to the stairs leading up to the observation deck. He sat down on a step, unlocked his phone, and booted one of the gacha games he played. While he did spend money on the game he didn't have to spend much because of his "bullshit levels of luck" as his fellow players would say.

He smiled slightly as he got to the main menu and saw the character he had recently gotten to the level cap. He stared at the PNG for a few seconds before scrolling down and tapping a few times to load a stage.

"I need more Knight Medals…."

He activated the skills of his servants and easily beat the stage in under four turns turns. Thumbing the button to start the stage over, he felt a wave of static electricity wash over him, causing the screen of his phone to grow fuzzy.

He looked up in surprise as the rail cannon had begun to spin itself up again…which wasn't possible since he had-

Shit, had he locked it down when he left after it malfunctioned?

He stood up, locking his phone right as Jeanne D'Arc Alter cast her Noble Phantasm and backed warily away from the Rail cannon as it started sparking bright red electricity

Feeling an overwhelming sense of dread, Anthony turned around and had only sprinted three steps before he was overwhelmed by the light of the explosion, his last thoughts that he would be missing the Summer and Anniversary events…

...It was dark. So dark he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face.

It was also warm….really warm.

Suddenly, light appeared to his right and he felt himself being pushed towards it by some force…

The light grew more and more to the point of blinding as he shut his eyes. He heard voices around him and as he cracked his eyes open he saw ceiling tiles above him only to be obscured by someone wearing a surgical cap and gown.

Oh fuck me running….

He tried to curse, not believing what had happened, but what came out of his mouth instead was the wail of a newborn.

God. Fucking. Dammit.

He continued to attempt to swear, saying things that would have made even a sailor blush as he found himself being handed to a woman and immediately shut up because she was beautiful.

She had Wheat yellow shoulder-length hair and piercing blue eyes that reminded him of an open sky. She smiled at him and as she did so, speaking softly in a British accent

"He's beautiful…."

He began to feel his sense of self-awareness and consciousness begin to fade into this new existence.

The last thought he had was that at least he'd look better than he did in his past life if his new mom was anything to go by…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Amelia Lafaire smiled and gently touched her new child cheeks eliciting a giggle. She knew in her brain that her body was pumping out "motherhood chemicals" to attach her to the life she had just created but dammit if they weren't working. The door to the medical room slammed open and her husband came in almost bowling over one of the medical homunculi in the process.

"Be careful!" She chided as her husband slowly came to a stop to look at his wife and the life he had helped create. Leaning down slowly he brushed a finger against the cheek of the newborn and then looked at his exhausted wife. Standing up he addressed the Homonculi,

"Where there any complications?"

"No Sire. There was a mana spike halfway through labor but we attributed that to your wifes magical circuits activating when she flung one of the assistants into the wall during a particularly painful contraction."

"Okay….Alright. Good." He turned back to his wife who arched an eyebrow in contest. He shook his head and went back to sit at the bedside activating a small mystery to pull over a chair from the wall. He fluidly grabbed the chair midair and sat on it on one fluid motion causing Amelia to roll her eyes

"Already trying to look cool for you son are you?"

"Naturally. I have one chance to make a good impression."

Amelia hummed and went back to staring at her baby.

"...Since its a boy I'm guessing we're going with the name we planned?"

"I would hope so unless you have any last minute changes you want to make. I would like to remind you it took us 8 months of arguing to decide on a name for if they are a boy or a girl."

"Hmmm…."

Amelia took a closer look at her child who was looking up at her with wonder in his eyes.

"....Honey."

"Yes?"

"....He's blind."

"He's what?"

Amelia looked up in horror at her husband who stood up and rushed to hold his son only to see that the baby had cold light grey discs.

"....dammit."

He handed his son back to his wife and flagged down a nurse explaining what had happened. The Nurse bowed and ran off to fetch the doctor who had overseen the surgery. He went back into the operating room right as his felt a wave of mana go through the air and watched in horror as his child began to arc electricity off its small chubby body. He ran over as his wife screamed, refusing the let go of the life she brought into the world even as she was shocked.

The Doctor came in practically kicking down the door, took one look at what was going on, and drew several runes in white light in the air. Immediately Amelia felt as though a thick woolen blanket had been laid across all her magical circuits and she took a deep breath, her limbs and body still tingling as she looked down at her newborns eyes only to see that his eyes were not grey.

They were bright purple and seemed to be looking right into her soul. She held her breath as the purple slowly faded into the grey it was before. The doctor reached out to take the baby from her which only caused her to hold him away. She continued to stare into her child's eyes as the grey seemed to deepen from a light grey to the color of storm clouds.

She eventually heard the doctor realizing that she had gone temporarily deaf when her son turned into a miniature tesla coil. She looked at the doctor and while she saw kindness she was still wary.

"Madame Amelia? Can you hear me?"

"Yes. Yes I can hear you."

"We need to run checks on your child. Which means we need to take him from you briefly. If his magical circuits activated early then-"

"Then we will just need to be careful. I will not let you have him. Now leave."

"But Madame-"

Suddenly growling came from nearby and the shadow of a wolf played over the wall before eventually settling back into a human shadow. Amelia's husband took a shaky breath and walked over, physically grabbing the doctors hand, squeezing it just enough with his own still lingering beast spell infused hand to let the doctor know that he would lose his hand if he continued. The doctor paled behind his mask and withdrew his hand.

"My wife told you to leave. Now Go."

The doctor as well as the homunculi all left, leaving Amelia and her husband alone. Amelia breathed in slowly and a green glow suffused her body healing it from the electrical storm. She looked at her husband who only shook his head.

She sighed and brushed her finger against her babies cheek causing him to grab it with one pudgy hand. She smiled again.

"Alright, Micheal. Let's get you and papa home."

Jarod Lafaire stared at his wife and his child before pulling his phone out of his pocket and hitting the speed dial number for their butler.

"Desmond. Yeah Its me. Bring the car to the hospital. We need to get home."