Hey there,

It's time to bring Y/n back.

The next Chapter will be on Sunday or early Monday morning, which is the most likely case if all else fails. Monday afternoon.

Thanks for reading.

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*Little Silver Bell Tolls*

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*Gasp*

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A body lying on an examination table gasps and sputters back to life; eyes shot open wide, solid orbs of silver are seen through the fabric covering Y/n before the cover is thrown off in a panic and a naked, shivering Y/n gets caught in the material and falls off the Examination table in a mess.

Y/n was squirming on the floor, gasping and gagging as his airways, once deceased, were revived and worked overtime to save the supposed-to-be dead man. Finally, taking in fresh gulps of air, paying no attention to his fall or surroundings, he lay on the floor, dazed.

He didn't understand, He was with that woman Agenta, and they entered that base that appeared out of nowhere and then nothing? Everything went fuzzy before turning black. Y/n was confused, cold and... naked?

He looked around before noticing what type of room he was in. The slight returning colour on his face drained quickly, coming to a horrible realization. A morgue? He was in a morgue! He wanted to scream to shout but couldn't; his throat was killing him, everything was.

Looking down at himself, he let out another gasp, but this time of horror, seeing the massive ugly scars all over his body. What had Agenta done to him?!

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*Giggle.*

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Y/n heard a feminine giggle somewhere in the room, struggling to stand, using the table he fell from as support, standing as tall as he could with legs that wanted to buckle under him. He looked all around the Morgue but found nothing. Y/n hoped it wasn't a zombie. If there's anything Y/n hates, it's zombies. How Amiya forced him to watch those types of movies with her is beyond him.

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*Snickering*

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Looking around again to find the culprit but found none. Y/n was getting annoyed. He was in the wrong place, and someone was laughing at him!?

"Who's there? Agenta? If that's you, this is not funny." Y/n remarked coldly to the empty room. Receiving only silence in return.

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"Hahaha." The same feminine voice laughed softly after some silence.

"Enough!" Y/n slams his fist down on the table he is now leaning against, creating a significant dent in its former smooth flat surface. He looked at the dent in surprise and confusion; He's never been able to do that before. Instead, he was looking at his fist in contemplation.

While Y/n was checking his hand for damage, he felt like someone had come to stand behind him. So he turned swiftly and swung his arm out to strike the unknown that was mocking him.

Only for his arm to be caught by a smaller, softer hand. He came face to face with a beautiful young woman that looked at him in amusement. She had to be at least a head taller than him.

"Is that any way to greet your resurrector, Hmm?" The mysterious woman said with mirth.

Y/n tried to pull back his arm, only to find the taller woman's grip was tight, and she wasn't letting go. He yanked hard, but she didn't even move an inch. How strong was she?

"Resurrector?" Was all Y/n could think of as he tried prying his arm free while she stared in amusement at him.

"Oh yes, You have been dead, heh, not that long, honestly."

"Dead? I-I was dead?"

Y/m stops trying to struggle free and looks around again. He knew he had died honestly, but can anyone so quickly believe they died then came back? His mind had tried to deny it.

"Was dead, but now your alive, sort of." She states casually.

"Sort of? What do you mean?" He dreaded the answer.

"Ah! well, People aren't supposed to come back from the dead, yes? I believe you called them zombies. Fufufu, Silly mortals."

Y/n's mind crashed. Zombies? he only thought of that, and did she say, Silly mortals? What?

"Who are you?" Y/n asked cautiously. It was obvious that this was not an average person. She reeked of power. He doesn't know how he could know that. He doesn't feel himself.

"Oh! Well, I have gone by many names, but you, My Living Saint, may call me Kjarr... Actually, no, call me Big Sis!"

"Kjarr? that sounds familiar... Wait... My Living Saint?.." Y/n didn't know what to think of this woman.

"Call me Big Sis now, okay?!" She gave him a smug grin and let go of him.

"Look, miss Kjarr-"

"BIG SIS!" She shouted in annoyance. The whole room shook from her voice.

"Fine! Big Sis..." Y/n rolled his eyes, uninterested in throwing this powerful lady into a tantrum.

"Yay... Good boy" That smug grin again.

Y/n did not reply to her smug remark. He needed information; so much was not adding up.

"How did I die," He said bluntly.

Kjarr, or Big Sis currently, did not reply. She only reached forward and placed her palm on his forehead. He was too tired to resist. The moment their skin made contact, everything went bright silver and gold. He saw blurred flashes that became clearer by the second. His mind was struggling to process what he saw until he finally could. Was she showing him memories?

He saw himself collapse outside the base, dragged to an operating theatre and cutting him open! A Sarkaz man in a doctor's coat telling a Sankta called Mal-Mal that the surgery was a success. He saw himself go into cardiac arrest and die. The shocked and hopeless looks of Agenta and the Sankta Mal-Mal that did this.

The flashes of memories kept coming. All the Sankta gathering together to call for help for him? This Mal-Mal was trying to repent? He would make her repent alright when he meets her! Big Sis arrived at the base and made everyone go crazy, which was scary.

Big Sis Kjarr cuts contact with Y/n, who falls to his knees, panting hard, looking at the dainty feet of the very tall woman.

"I-I-I don't-" Tears fell down his cheeks. Betrayed again. He didn't care how or why this woman was so powerful or that she made everyone in the base wet themselves. Why had they betrayed him? He wanted to make a change! But instead, they end up killing him for some sick fantasy of a Sankta. Agenta was no better than Kal'tsit!

Y/n felt a pair of long arms wrap around him and pull him close. He might have seen Big Sis glowing faintly if tears were not stinging his eyes.

"Thank you," He mumbled in her embrace. He was so tired. After a few minutes, she releases him and back up before looking down at him.

"Your little Pee-pee is showing," She jokes at him. But, unfortunately, she ruined the pleasant moment.

He looks between his bare legs and goes red, Before grabbing the cloth his body was lying under and wrapping it around him, standing back up.

"Do not blame the people of this base, Y/n. I punished them plenty, Fufufu" She's giving ara-ara vibes making his hair stand up.

"What about Agenta? She tricked me, and this Sankta Mal-Mal." Y/n tries to ignore Ara-ara Big-Sis vibes.

"The one called Mal-Mal and her not-so-little group are currently sleeping heavily. A few nightmares will make them regret their actions; They will all emerge soon enough. What they did was what bought me here in the first place, but they could have easily called for something far more sinister."

Y/n doesn't want to know what she has done to them but takes her word for it. He will meet this Mal-Mal soon.

"And Agenta? from the memories you've shown me, she vanished in that stampede you caused."

Big Sis Kjarr smirks and walks over to the stacked cold lockers of the Morgue that preserve the bodies and opens the middle one that rests at waist height, sliding out the roll table from within.

Y/n walked over stiffly to the other side of the roll table, where another body covered in a blanket lay. He looked back up to Kjarr, who was smiling at him. Not an innocent smile, he thought.

He reaches out and pulls back the cloth that covers the body. But, of course, Agenta lay there perfectly preserved. Still beautiful and thankfully at peace.

"Did you have to kill her?" Y/n said sadly. He was mad and betrayed, but to kill her? He wanted her reasons for doing what she did. Not her death.

Big Sis snickers again opposite him. "She isn't dead. She was tired from all that running, so she came here to take a long nap." She winked at him.

He looked back down and started shaking her, calling her name.

"Agenta!, Agenta, wake up"

"Mhmmmm" A groan escaped the napping woman as her eyes slowly started to open, trying to adjust to the harsh white Morgue lights above.

Her eyes suddenly snap open quickly and wide, seeing two figures looking down at her. Before Y/n could say anything, she bolted off the metal roll table, forcing Y/n to step back.

"Agenta!" He calls. She turns to him with wide eyes.

"Y/n?" Her jaw drops.

"In the flesh," He states the obvious.

"Y-you died!" She sputters uncharacteristically for her.

"I did, and now I'm back after you, and your Sankta friend killed me," He said coldly.

Agenta flinches. "Y/n, we can explain!"

Before either can continue, Big Sis gets their attention. "I'm sure Y/n you have much to ask her and for this young lady to beg for, but now is not the time."

Agenta looks at the unknown woman in suspicion. "Who... Are you?"

She points at Y/n, "His Big Sis."

Agenta looks between the two of them, alarmed. There was no information on a sibling for him!

"Now! Y/n, I must leave soon, so I need to inform you of something. I said you were alive, sort of, yes?" Big Sis turns to him and crows, ignoring Agenta's presence.

"Yes?" He was worried. Agenta was looking between them quietly with narrowed eyes.

"You are alive but not as you once were. So to bring you back, I had to do something that hasn't been done in a few thousand years. I think, heh." Big Sis smiles at him sheepishly.

"What have you done?" He replies, growing unease in his stomach.

"I did what that pesky little Sankta Mal-Mal wanted. I made you a Living Saint! Not because she asked for it, but because I was lounging around bored, and I thought, Yes! Time for something cool to happen." Big Sis chirps with a smug grin.

"Living Saint?" Y/n and Agenta call out together, making them look at each other and then back to Big Sis.

"Oh yes, You will be one of the most powerful entities to walk the realm so casually. You are like a Sankta on steroids!" Big Sis loves this...

"I don't feel different or look different." Y/n deadpans.

Big Sis rolls her eyes at him. "It is like going into a final form. You need to activate it, understand?"

"Ummm, how do I do that?"

"This is ridiculous, Y/n! this woman is crazy- Ah!" Agenta started to talk but quickly fell on her ass. When did she put on roller skates? Agenta glared at the Goddess in disguise, who was laughing at her!

"Y/n, think of doing a good thing if you had the power to, like if you're a superhero!" Big Sis called out in encouragement.

Y/n sighs and closes his eyes. He thinks hard. Curing people from Oripathy infection and defeating Reunion, showing the world what they could accomplish if they stopped fighting each other-helping the innocent and weak, and defeating corrupt governments.

He feels no different.

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"Y/N!"

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He opens and looks down at Agenta, who looks at him with wide-eyed awe. Confused by her reaction, he turns to Big Sis, who smirks up at him. Wait, up? She was taller than him. He looks down at himself.

(A.N. Living Saint Celestine! - Nope, Living Saint Y/N - Try to picture the armour for a male, hair and face of your Y/n)

"What the hell!" Y/n was shocked, Looking down at such bulky but beautiful armour, red cloth and wings! He can feel a bright Halo behind his head, Having no control over his golden and pure white feather wings. Instead, his wings jolt, launching him into the far wall and buckling it hard.

"Hahaha, this will be good!" Big Sis barks a laugh. Agenta still stared at him in quiet amazement.

Before any more could be said, The doors to the Morgue were attempted to be pushed open, but Big Sis had prevented it with her OP abilities. All three easily heard voices on the other side.

"Open this door," Came the muffled voice of Seneschal. Agenta recognized it. As the doors were once again pushed and pulled.

"Just once more," Big Sis replied with a mischievous glint. Letting out an unholy feminine shriek towards the Morgue Doors. They could hear the people beyond scramble and call for backup.

Guess this is what happens when you play God. Does a Goddess play you?

Giving Y/n and Agenta one final smirk, she turned to the door and started pushing it without even touching it, and it started buckling outwards to the people outside. Soon, it would blow off its hinges.

Big Sis shrieks once more for good fun before winking at the duo. "Well, done, Living Saint Y/n!, You saved Agenta from a horrific monster that was trying to rip her apart. The base will surely thank you and wish to repay you."

She vanishes into nothing before their eyes as the Morgue doors blast off their hinges into a terrified armed crowd awaiting that monster that didn't exist. A little silver bell that had gone unnoticed until this point also vanished and would mysteriously end up with Pramanix when she woke again.

Y/n heard and saw it all but was trying to get balance in this form. However, his wings wouldn't obey him! So they kept throwing him into the Walls and ceiling while Agenta continued staring at him!

Maybe she has the hots for Living Saints.

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Done!

That was fun.

Y/n now has a Living Saint form, and it is only a form he can go into! It is not his everyday thing. However, technology will fulfil that role. You will see that soon.

The Living Saint form will be what will rally people to him, I'm sure. Sankta will love him, I bet.

Now that Y/n is back, it's time to push ahead, and It's time for Y/n to make himself and the unknown group known to the people of Terra, getting plenty of reactions from all of them!

I can't wait!

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