It had been only a second, but I already missed her. The next time I see her, I have to make sure I propose to her.
The door of the church she left me in front of opened, momentarily bringing the slight warmth of the interior to me.
"T-this child! Look at those wings! And that halo!"
"Could it be?! Have we been blessed with another miracle child?!"
Two kind-looking elderly men in what looked like priest vestments, upon opening the door and taking in my literal white wings and halo, started freaking out to the point that it creeped me out.
If they were beautiful mature women, then I would have loved the attention but from two shriveled-out old men? No thanks.
But, at least with their words, I was able to come to a reasonable guess on where I was. And I didn't just mean geographically, but rather what fictional world I was in.
Obviously, I wasn't a Japanese NEET or anything like that. So, there was no way I was isekai'd in a fun way like that, as the protagonist of an original story. It may have been somewhat unreasonable, but to me, there was no doubt I was in a fictional universe I had read or watched in my previous life.
And I had just come to the brilliant deduction that I was in High School DxD.
In that world, Miracle Child was the term for a half angel. Due to the System that controlled everything related to the God of the Bible, angels risked falling whenever they had sex.
Basically, all of the participants had to remove all of their lust while having sex, which was obviously not an easy thing to do. It was even more difficult to do with a member of another race since they weren't inclined to particularly care about those rules, nor about falling.
But man. I think there might be something wrong with my levels of luck. Out of all the fictional worlds I could go to, I was sent to the one where the main protagonist literally summons a goddess of breasts from another world.
Sure, it was a grim, cruel world where all the big players endorsed a slavery-based pyramid scheme system and casually mind-wiped humans, but it had great waifus!
Like my future wife, who was no doubt the Seraph Gabriel. If those tits weren't the ones that belonged to the famed Most Beautiful Woman in Heaven, then I honestly don't know what to say.
One of the old priests hesitantly picked me up, as if I was a delicate human baby, and looked at the name tag Gabriel had given me.
"Lucian? There's no surname, but I suppose that wouldn't be too odd for an a-angel." He said while he clearly tried his best to suppress his excitement.
I hope I don't get molested. By them. Rather, I hope that Gabriel tries to molest me. She's not going to, of course, but a man can dream!
The elderly priest brought me into the church, which the interior of was as humble and plain as I would expect from seeing the outside, and after placing some sheets into a wicker basket, he gently put me in it.
It probably wasn't the best spot for a newborn infant, though it was better than a chair or a couch which I could easily fall off of. But, as a supernatural being, I seemed to be much more durable than an ordinary, boring, mundane human baby.
The two priests quietly left the room I was in, though they kept their eyes on me the entire time. It was like they feared I was going to drop dead out of nowhere or that someone was going to steal me away. Which could actually happen.
I don't know how important new angels were to most, so perhaps someone would kill or take me to spite heaven and the church. Though, how important I was to heaven wasn't something I needed to guess about.
Unlike the devils and the fallen, angels had worryingly low numbers. Since the God of the Bible was dead and unable to create more of them, they had to rely on the risky method of actually mating. And so, unlike if I were an ordinary, low-class devil in hell, I was actually quite valuable.
Of course, it wasn't like I was the only new angel in recent times. Though I didn't know about any new pure angels, in a few years there would have been another half-human half-angel child with exceptional abilities that allowed him to easily climb the ranks within the church.
And even though I was head and shoulders above a human without a Sacred Gear, I was ultimately nothing to anyone with just a bit of real power.
So, I had to make a plan.
Whether or not the main cast of DxD reached the level of power they did off of training, or if they became so much stronger due to their closeness with the protagonist, training my ass off would surely benefit me.
Though, it wasn't like I was going to play fair and train like a good little boy.
I can and will cheat.
Long ago the God of the Bible had, for whatever reason, given humans soul-bound tools that gave them abilities that could theoretically fight on par with some of the supernatural.
One of those tools was called a Sacred Gear.
And among those, there were thirteen special ones that could allow even an ordinary human to kill a god if fully mastered.
The Longinus.
And I happened to know where the owners of many of those were.
No, I wasn't thinking about killing Issei and taking the guy's Boosted Gear. Sure, I doubt I would have any problems sleeping if I did that, but it wasn't something I'd like to do.
An angel like me has to at least act somewhat righteous on the surface, after all.
But, rather, there was a cute half-vampire girl who owned three cups that could strengthen top-tier dragons and could literally mass produce copies of another Longinus.
And there was that big-breasted blonde beauty whose 'Doll' that only she could see happened to be a god-slaying weapon.
There were also the ones who had future Longinus. Of which included a purple-haired big titty devil girl. Not like I would have a chance at finding her, since she had been hidden shockingly well. Plus, she was literally in a devil coma and would only wake once her Sacred Gear awakened.
Hopefully Gabriel is fine with sharing, since there's no way I'll settle just for one pair of tits if I can have them all.
Anyway, with my knowledge, I had the chance to actually make something of myself. Whether or not I would be able to reach the level of Ophis, Great Red, or Trihexa, unless I suddenly lost all of my intelligence, reaching the close to the Top 10, wasn't the most farfetched idea.
Of course, that would a good while from now. And so, perhaps the more efficient train of thought would be on the short-term strength increases I could achieve.
By the fact that I only had a single pair of wings, without any training I would probably end up as a low-class angel. Unlike devils who - unless they were from one of the Satan clans - had a single pair of bat wings regardless of power, angels gained wings according to how strong they were.
That was just an educated guess, though. I could actually end up decently strong without any training, and angel wings just didn't account for potential very much.
How much strength I would gain in the more immediate future would rely heavily on how efficient the Church's training systems were since I would no doubt be sent there like the only other Miracle Child I knew of in canon. My talent, or lack of talent, would also be important in that.
Though I had been awake for only an hour or two, as a newborn baby, that was probably too much, and my body was soon overtaken by drowsiness.
My dreams were filled with Gabriel in numerous, beautifully lewd poses.