Chapter 1

"Care to explain what happened?"

"Not really."

I looked across the table to a formless figure. Its face was blurry, distorted, like a face from an old dream. We sat across from each other in a pearly white room that seemed to stretch on for eternity, only broken by this open aired office.

"So... is this you, Handjobadiel? All of you angels get blurred in my memory. It is mainly your fault, though. Formless beings really don't stick in memory."

The being sighed and slammed its head into the table, "Good afternoon, Damian. Yes, it is me. How was your last journey?" he asked with no apparent mouth, his voice rolling off of his body in waves.

"Oh, that little thing? It's really interesting till about halfway." I said while reaching my hand out to the side, grasping the smoothie that formed in it, "So I dipped early."

Handjobadiel slammed his hands onto the desk, "You risked 2 BILLION people!!"he shouted at me.

I put on a slight smirk, "No, I didn't. If you check the record, you'll Mr. The bad guy offered his soul as collateral if the deal was broken. He got a little smug, thinking he could bypass the TOA by ascending to a higher realm."

Handjobadiel looked down at a file that appeared in his hands for a few seconds before looking back at me while I kicked my feet up onto the desk.

"Damian... we can't keep doing this." he said, "I can't keep doing this. I've been you manager for the past...50 years or so? And so far you have given me the most stress of all my clients."

"H-Handy? What are you saying... Am I being terminated?"

"No," he said, "You have a near perfect record despite your... unique methods, so we have no reason to terminate you."

"I feel like there's a but coming." I stated

"But you are being sent on a little probation," he said with a neutral tone.

I stared at him with my poker face, not giving much of any expression as I replayed the words in my head.

I broke the silence, "Sweet."

Handjobadiel was about to ask a question when I interrupted him.

"Probation means I'm sent to a rando world with no objective to see how I behave, right?" I questioned him, "And since I'm a high class agent, I get multiple gifts from my set alongside some clearance when it comes to the rules i can break, right?"

"Yes bu-" Handjobadiel began to say

"Sweet. Marvel with whatever amount of my domains I'm allowed and Fine and Dandy premium edition."

"The twin blades Fine and Dandy?" Handjobadiel asked.

"The very same."I clarified as two rings appeared in my hand, identical in all ways but colour. They were chain rings, one silver one gold with the small engraving of a dagger on both.

"Fine and Dandy," Handjobadiel began to say, "Standard name 'Twin blades of the Sun and Moon'. A pair of blades, silver being a double-edged strait dagger and gold being a hooked blade. Both possess chains linking them to the user. Chains have the capacity to extend to 50 meters with the user having telekinetic control over the length of the chain and blade itself. Premium edition allows users to split each chain into five different strands, with the maximum 50 meters being distributed between each link at a ratio of the user's choosing. As company policy, we bind weapons to users, allow the concealed form to be chosen by users, and have weapons be unbreakable but not able to cut through all material."

"Don't forget enchantments." I politely told Handjobadiel.

"You know the enchantments." he said with a groan, "You submitted the blue prints for this weapon. You probably have some secret function that only you and the engineer know about."

I grinned, "I'm not telling."

Handjobadiel waved his hand, "Remember to behave," he told me, as the surroundings faded away like mist, "We'll be in touch."

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*Crash*

I landed in a trash heap, breaking my fall on a bag of restaurant scrap.

"Dammit, Handjobadiel, I know you did that on purpose,"

I stumbled out of my trash hill, scaring a group of raccoons in the process.

"OK, time for standard procedure. Greetings to the ones above and below. By my name, Damian Atwood, of the Multiverse Survival Commission, I establish my authority within this realm."

The ground shook as the area around me faded away, being replaced by inky blackness.

From the depths of the void, I heard little more than a whisper

"Excelsior..."

I felt some chains being added to my soul. Along with it, I felt some words enter my mind. Pretty loose on the guidelines, huh?

Let's see here:

1. No world domination

2. No world destruction

(I will be adding based on the need for these rules.)

"Phone check, wallet check, carand house keys check," I said while searching my pockets. I pulled out the wallet, and checked inside, seeing a few hundred dollars, a few bank cards, and a driver's permit with a boy looking around the age of 17 with loosly curled black hair and dark brown eyes. Alongside the contents of the wallet, I found a note.

'You're 17, you go to Midtown High. No parents. Address is xxxxxx upper class organisation house. The car in front is yours. Go to school and await future updates.'

'Damn it, Handjobadiel,' I thought, 'This was meant to be a vacation.'

Sighing, I stretched my hand in front of me and rotated my palm as if I was turning a key. The space in front of me shivered before settling on the image a door. Walking through, I pulled out the house key while inspecting the house. Standard upper-middle class suburban house. Pretty nice lawn, too.

Opening the door, I passed through the corridor that branched off to the kitchen, living room, dining room, and bathroom. Looking. for something specific, I found it right next to the couch against the wall. A wooden sculpture of a hawk.

Pinching the beak, I twisted it and the interior walls of the house alongside the furniture melted, leaving me with only the blinding white of the outer walls.

"House, go to my catalogue and impliment Code Came:'Study'."

The walls bubbled before settling, emerging as bookshelves. A TV sprouted from in between the shelves, and a dark grey couch grew from the floor. One of the walls turned to glass and displayed the illusion of a well maintained ivy garden.

"Settling in is coming along well," I said to myself as I collapsed onto the couch while pulling out the note. "Looks like it's going to be high school again."