The Sunlight Angel (Yuri/GL Light-side Route)

Valerian, the Lion of the Dark Callisto, the Angel of the Light

Core: Powerful Beautiful

"You are power and beauty in one, each feeding the other, and that awakens unnatural desires in those you defeat. The more times you defeat an opponent, the more they will fall in love with you. You also gain a twenty percent boost to your physical defence."

Size: Human

"The similarity in size to your old body will keep the full potential of your soul, lending you access to another class and giving a one hundred percent boost to class experience."

Family: Therionic Angel

"The power of Light fills your body, boosting your physical attack and defence by fifty percent, your magical defence by two hundred percent, and your Light spells by six hundred percent."

Package: Essential

Add-ons: Breeding, Mindbreak

Monster Power: Final Form

"The ability to, when pressed, achieve a temporary evolution, boosting all stats by seven hundred percent. Furthermore, when you have evolved at least seven times, you will gain a second final form, which gives a twenty-one hundred percent boost to all stats while the transformation lasts."

Classes: Knight, Sorcerer

"You start with the ability to taunt an enemy, forcing their attacks to focus on you, and doubling your defence for a minute. You also gain the ability to boost either the physical attack or defence of all allies within hearing range."

"You start with the ability to use Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind magic, and low level offensive spells, such as elemental bullets and lances. You also gain the ability to create low level potions, such as antidotes and other curatives. Low level explosives, too."

Cheat: Resurrection

"Every time you die, we will pull you back to the world of the living and restore you to peak strength. You will be able to endure this ten times before your soul begins splintering."

Divine Oaths: Respect Sacred Ground, Love Humanity, Eradicate The Dark

"When you're fighting to protect a consecrated place or the followers of a god, you gain a fifty percent boost to all your stats."

"Gain a fifty percent boost to all your states when you're fighting to protect humanity. Your healing magic doubles in power when cast on a human."

"You gain a ten percent boost to your physical attack when fighting against Dark-aligned creatures, and you always know the general location of your targets."

Angel Blessings: Humanity, Domain, Immaculate Conception, Warmth, God's Eye, Angelic Protection

"You'll look way prettier and have a human face to boot."

"I can give you your own pocket dimension, sized one hundred kilometres square, with the aesthetics you choose."

"If you need disposable minions, just create them like we angels do."

"I will give you a holy aura that will make humans not too afraid of your appearance, which will give someone the chance to fall for your inner beauty."

"This ability will allow you the see the races, classes, and stats of anything alive as long as you're staring at it."

"This will make you immune to paralysis, other status effects, mind control, unwilling transformations, and, very important, instant **** effects. It will also boost both your defences by two hundred percent."

Divine Miracles: Enoch, Pure Land, Key To Apollyon

"The ability to fuse your eternal soul with your body, transforming into an idealised form, and boosting all your stats by fifteen hundred percent. If you die while in this state, your soul is destroyed and it's all over. It also stacks with over transformation skills."

"This will transform the place you spawn in into a wellspring of mana, and attune you to it. You will gain experience passively while in your Pure Land, but it's very very slow, and your stats will be boosted by seven hundred percent while you are there."

"This place's really useful if you need some guilt-free experience, and there's incredibly powerful monsters sealed there. A couple are even stronger than what the current Heroes could deal with."

* * *

With a formless prostration he, or she, or it, or they, cried out for mercy. 'Heavens above, burn it away. God, please, I do not want to be this person.' Then, someone or some thing, heard those prayers and tore away the creature's member, burning it in a celestial brazier. 'Let me be who I was meant to be,' more wailing followed until that prayer, too, was answered. The woman who was soon to call herself Callisto then fell to the earth, crashing through dirt at unnatural speeds. She felt one of her wings break on impact.

Wings.

Delight mixed in with the pain as Callisto realised that her wildest dreams had come true. She blinked her eyes open to confirm it and wearily pulled her naked body out of the mud. It was a woman's body, the thing she'd always wanted, with breasts hanging from her chest and a beautiful entrance between her legs. She laughed, cautiously at first but then happily. In time, she was practically mad with laughter, as relief and hope, such unfamiliar emotions, came crashing over her like waves.

The first thing she noticed beyond her own form was the feel of the land. Muck and blood and feathers surrounded her but the air soothed her and told her that this was a place of peace and purity. She recalled the phrase, 'Pure Land,' but her memories were clouded. 'I am meant to be here,' she said to herself. A haze of memories came over her, making her head ache. She pushed them away as best she could and tried to pull herself to her feet. Taking in her surroundings, she could see woods all around her and a lake or pond in the centre of the clearing. There were distant sounds of fauna, but nothing alarming.

Once she'd arrived at the lake, with its crystal blue water, she bent over to get a look at her face. It was beautiful, the kind she'd always wanted, but her features were a little off. She had yellow cat's eyes and, when she bared her teeth, she saw fangs. Her hair was blonde but streaked with black. That upset her a lot more than it logically should have and she tore herself away from the reflection. The cat's eyes made her wonder though and she brought her hands up to inspect them. Instead of fingernails, she had short and sharp claws, though they were white and could probably pass as nails. She wondered if it was important for her to pass as an ordinary woman, and suppressed the ugly memories that seemed to trigger.

For as much pain as she was in, physically and emotionally, and as safe as she felt in this land, she knew that she couldn't afford to lounge about. 'This world is dangerous,' a dark voice growled, somewhere inside her mind, 'use your magic, fix your wing before someone finds us.'

Magic.

The thought came to her strongly, with a sensation deep in her gut, an intuition that she was empowered whilst she lingered here. She knew spells, or things like spells, and they came flooding into her mind. None of them could help, though, so far as she could tell. She would need to venture into the woods and find ingredients for a potion that she somehow knew the recipe for, though she had neither pestle nor mortar. Still, tarrying would do no good. 'Hurry up!' the voice rattled through her mind, briefly disorienting her.

Once in the woods, after adjusting to the sights and sounds and the lovely earthen smells, she found some of the ingredients with ease and, lacking an easy way to mix them, she decided that they would have to do. She chewed on a love leaf, as it was called, a large heart shaped leaf with a soothing smell and tremendous healing properties. Once it was good and mushed, she awkwardly smeared the paste on her wing. It stung and she seethed in pain. The voice roared along with her. After that, she ate the good side of a red dimid apple and buried the rotted side in the ground. It was the act of burying that side that gave it its healing properties, a thanks from the spirit that governed its species, and she felt somewhat invigorated. After that, she returned to the lake, to wash her feet, perhaps pointlessly, and sit in contemplation whilst she waited for her wing to heal.

Whilst washing her feet, she noticed that they too were subtly clawed.

When she heard strange noises, voices talking loudly, sounds of cutting leaves and cruel laughter, she hoped for somewhere to disappear to. As it happened, all she had to do was hope and she found herself in a new place. It was a dreamlike realm, with a great golden palace at its centre. The landscape seemed to drift into the ether and she knew, despite how much more civilised it all appeared than the woods, with many over golden buildings all around, that it was much emptier. She was not the only one here, however, as she saw a beautiful woman in a pretty halter neck black dress standing by the palace gates.

When she approached, the woman laughed at her. 'Very few people would've been able to hurt you at that lake, you know? Your stats were boosted there.' Her voice was cool and devilish, matching the twinkle in her bright blue eyes, those the same colour as beneath the black ruffles of her dress, and Callisto noticed that she had pointed elven ears.

'Stats? I don't,' her head throbbed from unwanted memories, and she didn't finish her sentence.

'They also probably only came to see you out of curiosity, anyway. Falling angels are an uncommon sight, even in this world.'

Before she could find the words to reply, she realised that she was naked in front of a pretty girl. She blushed and went to cover herself, instinctively trying to cup her genitals, though there was nothing to cup, and leaving her breasts exposed before realising and laying one arm across them.

The girl only laughed, 'I have seen a hell of a lot more than that, trust me,' she winked, 'though how you managed to rip your cock off, I have no idea.'

Callisto shook her head violently at the thought and felt tears begin to well. Nothing was ripped, she thought, as she'd been formless until now.

'Forgive the vulgarity. Anyway, you should be getting back,' the girl said, abruptly tapping her on the forehead, 'I'll see you around, lion of mine.'

In the brief moment between closing her eyes to blink and opening them again, she was back at the lake, surrounded by a startled group of misfits. The tap on her forehead had done more than bring her here, however, it had also **** all the memories she'd tried to suppress right to the front of her mind. She remembered her old useless life, wasting away after the accident, her sick desires, her **** - that one was a painful haze - and the dark powers who'd taken an interest. They'd offered her a new form, not this one, but a brutal one, meant for **** and ****.

She'd accepted. 'Oh God!' she cried, startling the gawking crowd further. All those things that had only ever been thoughts in her mind, or his mind, she'd wanted to act on. She threw up, vomiting blood and mucous from self-loathing, fear, guilt and disgust, and crumbled to the floor. But then she remembered the angel, the Lion of Heaven.

Lion?

He'd offered her his own deal. Not a monstrous body, but a beautiful one, and she'd pleaded and begged for it to be true. She'd offered her own terms, not just to moderate her behaviour but to become a champion of Light, in return for a great favour. He'd taken that thing, that hideous monstrous thing, and burned it away. Once again, she cried with relief, and felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder, from one of the onlookers, as they began to talk amongst themselves. Their voices were not sweet or gentle, but they were friendly. Someone began tending to her wing and she did not notice the pain through her sobs.