A Wizards Misadventures

~~World 2-Level One~~

Either way I had a problem. I just didn't know how I could fix it.

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"Hi, Ophis," I muttered as I shifted dimensions. The tiny goddess got up from her sitting position and hugged me for a second before sitting down and looking pointedly at me. I rolled my eyes and filled the room we were in with void. She instantly relaxed and I looked around. I noted the fluffy pink furniture, the fluffy pink walls, and the cat pictures on the wall before I decided to just ignore it all. Whoever owned the place, I didn't want to meet them.

"I have a problem," I said to her. She nodded woozily and leaned back into the eyesore pink couch.

"What?" she said quietly without opening her eyes. Well she was apparently fine and as short as always. It was good to know that Ophis at least wasn't having any problems.

"I have a parasite in my soul," I explained. Ophis' eyes opened a little and she frowned just a little. She must be incredibly alarmed! "It's blocking me from travelling to my home. It's tied to… not my fate but my skills. I can't remove it without losing all my power or possibly destroying my soul."

Ophis blinked at me silently. I waited for her, counting the seconds. I got to five when she sighed lightly. "That's not fair to you," she said discontentedly. I was about to respond when she continued, to my surprise. "It's a binding. You will have to live with it. It will wear off in… centuries. Less than a millennium. It will stay." If possible Ophis looked more tired than before and sunk into the couch, which I noted was so soft that it might actually be uncomfortable for me to sit in.

"There's… no way?" I asked, hating the note of desperation in my voice. Ophis seemed to rally herself, held awake through will alone.

"… Wait," she said.

"… What about time-"

"No," If Ophis had to try before, now she was actually glaring at me, even if only a little bit. From the nearly all-powerful, if childish, goddess it was more intimidating than it should have been. Especially since she was being eaten by the pink couch. "I will not be alone and your binding will not allow it. Wait." I was silent and Ophis took that as her cue to be consumed by the fluffiness of the pink couch. I could only see her nose and a little of her cheeks. Feeling more than a little angry I swiftly cast the enchantment to keep the void in the room for some time and was about to disappear.

"I will look for a way to suppress it. Do not hold out hope." I heard from within the pink couch. I clenched my teeth, despair taking over. My space affinity flexed and I disappeared into thin air.

I needed to talk to somebody.

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"Nyaa… Do you want some chinese food?" Kuroka, in some dingy apartment she called a safehouse, asked me. I curled myself deeper into the couch I was laying on. I was taking after Ophis' example and drowning my sorrows in fluff. I was already wrapped in at least three large blankets and I didn't care that one of them was barbie doll themed. I was more busy dealing with the fact that I wouldn't see my family again for a long, long time.

I was interrupted from my brooding by two chopsticks poking at my mouth. "Say nyaaaah!" Kuroka said, a teasing tone in her voice but a lot more gentle than normal. After hearing Ophis' news and going through that first night crying into her chest, which I wasn't going to get into, I had been alternating between brooding and quietly talking with her. Besides everyone in Remnant, who did I really have? There was Ophis, Kuroka, and the Pendragons in DxD but I wasn't friends of any sort with the characters in the HP-verse. I barely knew the lady from Tamriel, Ira-something, really all I had was Kuroka and Ophis right now, and Helen, but when I thought of someone to cry with Kuroka was the first person to come to mind.