28 C28 Bad Mailman

After putting on the little play, I let out a breath, "What's next?"

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"This is it, you two. After this, you will be able to walk with me in the real world."

Still in the void, I let two drops of blood come out from my finger. After randomizing the unimportant parts of the genome and changing the gender, I started to make their bodies.

'They'll still look similar to me, but at least they won't look identical to each other.'

For some reason, God didn't allow for much variability in looks. I could force it, but that could cause unwanted changes.

'I guess he thought his design was already perfect and anything more than tiny changes would ruin it.'

'Come to think of it; most angels looked the same as well. All the wings were white, hair was black or blond, and the eyes were usually some kind of blue or gold. Exceptions to this were very few.'

The process will take a week or so, as I'm only going to grow their bodies until eight years old. Luckily, they'll age fast in the beginning.

'They'll probably reach nine or ten by the end of the summer due to their ability to learn fast.'

But after that, it'll slow to around twice that of normal people.

'I'll just say they're twelve when I go back to the states in the fall; that way, it won't look as weird if they grow fast.'

'They should be ready for high school in two years anyway, and I'll slow down their growth to normal after that.'

I look at the two slowing growing and cover the area in my chains, like before, waiting for the next idiot to try and ruin my happy mood.

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A week later the shells crack and dissolve, leaving behind two feathery balls. They're both curled up and wrapped in their wings.

I go up to them and first materialize clothes for them, then tap their backs, making the 'extra' features disappear. At the same time, I also seal their power and enhanced strength. Unless they're in danger, they'll be no different than a normal little girl.

'I want them to grow up without many abilities, or they'll develop a skewed sense of reality and common sense.'

I take them in my arms and open a portal back to Latveria since they won't wake up for a couple of hours when they finish adjusting.

I take them to a house I have in the countryside. It's only one-story with a couple of bedrooms.

After lying them down, I go to the living room and prepare for when they wake up.

'They'll have to learn proper motor control and how to interact with people before going back to the states.'

I sigh while staring out the window.

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Knowing that they woke up, I go to their bedroom and look at them.

They can't even move.

"Troubles?" I smirk a bit.

They can't respond, but I know what they're feeling.

"It's not like before when you could move by will alone. With a body, you also have to send a physical signal—let me show you."

I near them, and when I reaching their feet, I give a quick stroke up the bottom. They twitch.

"Feel that? Your body already knows how to do it, now you just have to learn."

I climb on the bed and sit in between them.

Holding a hand in each of mine, I say, "Don't worry. I'll be here, with you guys, the whole way. Now, try and squeeze my hands."

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Looking at the two walk around shakily, I smile. "It's only been a week, and you're already getting around by yourselves."

They turn to look at me, trying but failing to smile. 'They still can't talk or do much with their mouths. They can still communicate with me spiritually, but—that's also the cause of the problem.'

"Now that you can move by yourselves, it's time to learn how to talk."

Their eyes start to widen a bit since they can tell what I want to do.

"From now on, if you want to talk to me or each other, you'll have to do it physically." After saying that, I block the communication ability that we share.

They both stumble up to me and grab my sleeves while looking up at me, shaking their heads.

'Damn. I would totally lose if they knew how to do puppy dog faces.'

"I don't like it any more than you guys, but you have to learn to talk."

They look down and lean their heads into my sides.

"Now come on, you already understand the language; you just have to speak it."

I continue teaching them the hard way instead of directly making them know how. Neither of them currently has much of a personality.

'I don't want them to be the empty dolls they are now. I want them to be full of life, vibrancy, and character. If that takes hardship, then that's what I'll put them through.'

Like this, I continued teaching them until they would be functional in society. Though, after a while, I found that there are some things they'll never learn. But they're rather inconsequential—most of the time.

After that, I took them back to New York. They did 'mature' to ten years old before we went back, but on record, they're twelve and homeschooled.

I did this because they look twelve, by human standards, and I think that in two years, they'll be ready to go to high school. But I 'homeschool' them since they still don't do well around normal people for too long.

Even if their abilities are sealed; Sera may end up trying to burn someone just for smelling bad, and Lana would tie them up so they can't run away.

Like they're about to do now.

The mailman had come to deliver a package. But I guess Sera didn't like his smell, because Lana tied the guy up while I had my back turned from taking the package.

Okay, maybe they aren't 'quite' like normal little girls. The seal still lets them finagle a little power if they want.

When I turned back around, after hearing the thump and sensing the heat, what I see, is a middle-aged mailman all tied up on the floor with golden thread by Lana, and Sara standing over him, with a fire in her hands, ready to burn him.

The first thing I say, to my own surprise, is, "Good teamwork."

They both smile, for real this time, while I question how the hell I could have let that out.

I'm goddamn proud of them for working together, but—going after mailmen like dogs isn't the behavior I want them to have.

I clear my throat, "But—this isn't how you should be working together. A mailman isn't evil just because he sweats."

Sera is the one who answers, "B-but brother, he smells sooo bad. How can he not be a bad guy if he smells bad? If something about someone is bad, doesn't that mean they're bad?"

I wipe the poor guy's memory and send him on his way after curing his undiscovered heart disease.

Then I pick up both the girls and sit down on the couch. "No. Just because something about a person is bad doesn't mean that the whole person is bad."

Lana asks, "But how come? If only one drop of water in a cup is dirty, then all the water inside is dirty."

I pause for a moment to think when I come up with something, "Brother is good, right?"

"Brother isn't good. He's the best!" They both say the same thing.

'Weird.' I move on with my example, "Then when brother's smelly, does it make me bad?"

Sara speaks up before Lana, "Brother is never smelly! You're the only one who doesn't stink at all."

"W-what about me?" Lana asks with wide, almost teary eyes.

"Well—you're okay too, I guess. But Brother is still better!"

Trying to bring the conversation back on track, I say, "Okay, okay. But what if I DID smell bad? What then?"

They both think for a moment before Lana answers, "Then—someone is trying to make you look bad." She nods like she discovered something of great importance, "Whoever they are; should be punished a long—long—time, for daring to make Brother look bad!"

By the end of her speech, Lana is breathing hard; and is lost in her little fantasy about someone trying to harm me.

"Yes! I would burn them real slow until their begging to die! Only after a thousand days of torment would I let them out of their misery!" And Sera's right there with her.

"..."

I inhale.

'...'

I exhale.

'Welp. At least they have more personality after these few months.'

I pull the two closer, and they cling to me like monkeys in return.

"I know you two would do it too…"

'They're a little extreme though—well—maybe really extreme.'

I lean back on the couch and close my eyes with a smile, soon falling into slumber, along with my two little… fanatical sisters?

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//Note//

Good introduction for them?

I'll put reference pictures for them once they go to High school since it doesn't really matter right now, with them still being young.

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The MC's strength is, technically, about one-twentieth the strength the realm/Mephisto had.

That would put him at Sub-Skyfather, I believe.

BUT, after he burns his soul and converts it into something like Nether Energy or SF, it will be about the same as before but with endless endurance on top of it.

TLDR: Peak power is the same but can maintain it forever now.

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*Cough*

I'm not actually that—

*Cough*

That familiar with other fantasy worlds…

And with me writing this I barely have time to.

So—when he goes to other worlds, they'll probably be really heavy AUs built by me reading from the Fandom and watching videos.

Yeah… the escape device was wished for because it would have been stupid not to have it, not because I actually knew where to send him...