In the smog-filled streets of the Pentagram City, Midas walked at a slow pace beside a woman who wore casual clothes — a simple black tank top, shorts, and combat boots. He himself was dressed in a sleeveless heavy metal style: a worn black tank top that exposed the stitches across his shoulders and arms, ripped jeans, and heavy boots. The woman beside him was a chimera of sorts. Large dark bird wings folded against her back, skin that shifted between ashen gray and the pale living tone similar to Midas's own stitched flesh, long gray hair falling down her back, and eyes that held an unnatural sharpness.
Midas glanced at her from the corner of his eye while they walked.
God, it was hard to make her soul work again. I had to use fragments of my own original soul… But the weirdest part is that something always replaces what I take.
He looked at her quietly, a brief flashback crossing his mind.
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In a cheap apartment room inside an old hotel, Midas stood shirtless, using Idle Transfiguration on his own body. It was basic cursed energy reinforcement training — nothing advanced, but good practice for someone as inexperienced as him. In front of him, resting on the bathroom counter, was a decapitated head. Mouth open, eyes rolled back and completely white, long gray hair spilling over the edge.
"This is so fucking weird…" Midas muttered.
He carefully picked up the head and carried it into the bathroom, where the full naked body of the Exorcist lay on the tiled floor. He had already removed her original uniform and transfigured a new set of clothes from it. That uniform wasn't normal fabric. It carried fragments of a primordial soul — Adam's soul. From the little lore he had pieced together, all Exorcists had been created from a single rib of Adam. That explained their natural affinity for holy energy that few others in Hell possessed.
"Alright, one quick touch and I should be able to—"
The moment his fingers made contact with the head, a massive surge of holy electricity exploded through his entire body.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
Midas screamed comically as the shock threw him backward, slamming him against the wall. His muscles spasmed violently.
"What the hell?" he gasped, quickly using Idle Transfiguration to heal the burns on his skin. He had felt real damage that time.
"But I'm going to— AAAAAAHHHH!!"
Another discharge hit him even harder. From the other side of the bathroom, the trio of cockroaches — Joey, Marky, and Dee Dee — sat wearing tiny 3D glasses, eating popcorn and laughing hysterically at the spectacle.
For three full days Midas remained locked inside that bathroom, desperately trying to profane and dominate the angelic soul with his cursed technique. The biggest challenge was forcing his cursed energy to resonate with the holy energy, creating a frequency that could manipulate it instead of being rejected. Every mistake sent another brutal shock through his body. It was as if God Himself was watching the little half-curse trying to play God and laughing at the attempt.
But the result was slowly appearing.
"God… I swear that I— wait a second… Why the fuck didn't I make a Binding Vow for this from the beginning?" Midas muttered, dark circles under his eyes and a nervous tic making his left eyelid twitch. He had completely lost track of time. The cockroaches had already abandoned him hours ago to raid the kitchen and watch questionable movies in the living room. His screams had become background noise to them.
"Self-imposed Binding Vow: My Idle Transfiguration must enter an enlightened state similar to Mahito's soul kingdom for the next three minutes. In exchange, my technique will overheat for the next two hours."
The moment the vow took effect, Midas felt his cursed energy shift into something chaotic and sharp. Out of curiosity he touched the bathroom wall. In seconds the surface deformed into a screaming face before smoothing out again. Satisfied, he placed both hands on the Exorcist's body and began working like never before.
The process was extremely delicate. He found a way to isolate the holy energy that was destroying the soul, concentrating it into small hardened balls of flesh that he would use for himself later. The empty spaces left in her soul he carefully filled with fragments of his own. The skin changed during the process — new stitches appeared on her wrists, chest, and torso, matching his own. When the transfiguration finally ended, Midas collapsed face-first into the bathtub right next to her, breathing heavily, sweating rivers. He had pushed himself to a limit he didn't even know existed.
All of this… just to save the life of someone who wasn't even that relevant in the original story.
"God… I think I'm going to…"
He never finished the sentence. The last thing he heard was a distant scream — probably one of the cockroaches — before everything went black.
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Meanwhile, high up in Heaven, Sera floated in panic inside the grand archive chamber. The Book of Creation was writing by itself again. New entries kept appearing, and none of them had been authored by God.
Cursed Fetus
Transfigured Being
Cursed Energy
Domain Expansion
Creator: Midas Vincent
"What in creation are these things?" Sera whispered, reading the detailed descriptions with growing horror. An attack from which you cannot escape? Who in their right mind would create something so blasphemous?
She closed the book with trembling hands, a cold drop of sweat running down her forehead.
"I think it is time for an emergency Seraphim meeting…"
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When Midas finally woke up hours later, the resurrected Exorcist was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, staring at her own stitched hands with empty eyes. Her new body was stable. Her soul, now a hybrid of holy remnant and cursed flesh, pulsed with unstable power.
Midas slowly sat up, exhausted but satisfied.
He had already decided what technique to give her.
From now on, she would wield a cursed technique born from the fusion of angelic steel and Idle Transfiguration: **Holy Soul Piercing**. The ability to manifest angelic steel weapons directly from her own soul while being able to transfigure small parts of enemies' bodies on contact, turning their holy resistance against them. A perfect contradiction. A weapon made to kill angels and demons alike.
She looked at him with those new heterochromatic eyes — one white, one cursed blue — and spoke for the first time in her new existence.
"…Who are you?"
Midas gave a tired, crooked smile, the stitches on his face pulling tight.
"You can call me... midas... Midas Vincent, the special grade curse~"
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What curse tecnic we give she?