Chapter 1: Chapter 1
A/N: If you decide to give a try to this story, who has nothing to do here at all, thank you! This is experimental AND my english is not very good, so any reviews for mistakes are welcome.
The story is based on visual novel games, in which you are choosing the path of the main character. All you have to do is going to the chapter next to your choice. And cheating is boring. Don't peek to see which route is best. They all are :)
Things you should know:
-There is three societies, in different universe. Heaven, Earth, and Hell. Between those worlds, holes, called portals, are allowing travels between the different universes. It's impossible to pass directly from Heaven to Hell, and that's why Earth is the Neutral zone.
-Angels are "cops", regulating demoniac activity on Earth.
-Demons are just curious, but they are excessive in their manners, used to a much more violent world. Some of them are still douches.
-All demons have an unique skill or power , which differ depending on their rank.
More notes, another matter: When there is a choice, but no chapter number, its because its still being written, and not yet published. And sometimes, I think I messed up the chapters order (It gets confusing when it's not linear. Please tell me if you notice errors). Since there is a lot of endings, it may take a while until all paths are completed.I'll do my best not to neglect any of them. I also project making a sort of guide to all endings, since there are "true endings" in this story.
Neutral Zone
You pushed back the cover and got out of bed. Your wallscreen has been ringing for the past few minutes and the beeping was becoming annoying. You placed Your palm on the wall and the opening sequence begun. Strings of numbers flashed before your (e/c) eyes, then a plain grey dashboard took place. Icons appeared on the sides and a mail icon floated in the middle. You lightly touched it and the message displayed itself on the screen. It was from the Commander and it asked you to come immediately. You closed the mail and dressed up in the base's uniform, a dark grey t-shirt with black military pants,completed with black boots. You got out of the room, took the elevator and pushed the black and blue button with the Commander's logo on it.
A moment later, the doors opened with a click and you arrived in your superior's office. You walked to the middle-aged man, and waited for instructions.
Commander : (y/n), you're our best hunter.
It was a fact, although it was rare that it was plainly mentioned by the highest authority of the base. Something serious was going on if the Commander requested you, of all hunters.
Commander : I know the cases you had to deal with recently were easy and simple for you, but we finally have something to your measure. A powerful demon recently got out of Hell. According to our Earth agents, he might be N1, from the black list. We wants you to found him, make sure he's the one and kill him if he is. Understood?
The black list was the summary of all known demons still alive. They were numbered. N1 was the most powerful demon who has ever came on Earth.
(y/n): Yes. Anything else I should know?
Commander : Everything you need to know will be sent to your wallscreen. Equipment room A5 will be open for you. In case of failure, everything related to your existence will be erased, so the demon can't trace us down. You're leaving tomorrow at 5:00 am. That's all.
You nodded and left the office. you came back to your room and checked the information the Commander had sent. Pages and pages on the demon you were supposed to track down. For this mission, you wouldn't need much, the biggest part of it being investigation. Your old sword would be good enough as a weapon. You always used it anyway.
You left the room and walked to the stairs.
The base had six level. Only the first and the last didn't have stairs. They were out boundaries if you didn't have the authorizations. Top floor was the Commander's apartments. Fifth was the guards, janitors, helpers, etc, room's. Fourth was the training rooms, showers and equipment rooms. There were five of them, labeled A1 to A5. A1 on was the training weapons room, simple teaser guns, harmless wood swords, wood sticks and dummies, and A5 was containing the most dangerous weapons, vampire swords, black-hole bombs and stuff powerful enough to make all three universes explode. That one was also normally out boundaries. Third floor was the residential area, where every hunter of the base had a private room. There were always thirty hunters in the base, never more and never less. Dead hunters were replaced by recruits. Their rooms contained a bed, a closet and a mural computer, conveniently named wallscreen because it was hidden in the wall texture and activated by their digital prints. They didn't owned many things, usually a favorite weapon, human clothes and maybe some pictures or objects coming from Earth. Next floor was the entertainment floor, with the kitchens and the common room. And last but not least, the Portal room. Portals were doors between the worlds. Angels had created the technology necessary to create artificial portals. They could decide where they could land by programming them.
You arrived at the Third floor and went into the kitchen. You made yourself a breakfast and went into the dining room attached to the kitchen. The long tables were full, but you still found an empty corner. Your reputation of old-fashioned, brutal and fearless hunter had build a shield around you and most of the other hunters avoided contact with you. Eating in silence, you listened to the conversation going on next to you. New recruits. They were replacing the lately killed bunch of angels. One of them turned to you and glared. Most of the new comers were arrogant, looking at the oldest and more skilled hunters like they were crumbling old ruins. They all think their youth and energy was enough to hunt. Without being the oldest with your modest 25 years (at least in appearance), you were old enough to be one of the ruins. Nobody lived very long in the demon hunter's business.
You finished your meal and walked to the kitchen's sink. After you cleaned the plate, you turned back only to fall face to face with Mian, a ''friend''.
Mian : OÏ, (y/n)! What are you doing here at this hour?
You usually ate before or after everyone, so you could avoid the large mob.
(y/n): I got a job from the boss.
Mian : A demon?
(y/n) : Yeah, really powerful, as he say.
Mian smiled and pat your back.
Mian : Awesome! See you later!
Mian left. He was by far the closest thing to a friend you had. But Mian was friendly with everyone. He was popular and most of the other angels liked to be paired with him for missions because he was a good hunter, without being too full of himself. He was as old as you, but had managed his popularity better.
You left too. You still had a day off and decided to train. You climbed the stairs to the third floor and went into the hand to hand fighting room. You ran few laps to warm yourself up and stretched your muscles afterwards. You grabbed a dummy and placed it in front of you. It was an old dummy, all beat up and inanimate, unlike the more modern ones. You threw a punch, then another one, a kick, get back a bit and then did a 360° back kick. You had learned Tae Kwon-do when you were still a recruit, and it was still very useful. You placed your hands together and salute your immobile rival. You had been taught politeness too. You started a fight with the dummy. After a little while, your breath was lightly heaving and a bit of sweat trickled down your forehead.
When you became totally out of breath, you saluted it again and went to the shower room. You unlocked your locker and pick up soap, shampoo and towels. You showered, then got out and slip clean boxer and pants on.
You were drying your (h/c) hair when another sweaty hunter came in. You were turning your back to him and when the guy saw you alone, a sly smile stretched his lips. You didn't saw him coming and nearly jumped in surprise when two arms slammed down each sides of your head, trapping you between the locker and the guy. You turned back, only to find yourself face to face with the recruit of this morning.
Recruit : They say so much thing about you. They keep praising you, calling you the great (y/n). The great, the strong, the fearless (y/n). But as I can see, you're quite small. Are you sure you are this strong?
That was nothing new. Your solitaire state made you an easy target for jealous recruits. Most of them defied you in a duel, and you were always the one winning. You stared, unimpressed. With a bit of chance, this one would back off if you didn't reacted. But the recruit didn't move. His grin widened and his hands balled into fists.
Recruit : You think you're such hot shit, with your crappy sword and your glorious reputation. But you know what? I'm gonna show you something; how the great (y/n) begged on his knee for mercy.
One of his hand grabbed your wet hair and slammed you into the locker. The shock made your head spin, but you kept your calm face. The recruit glared and threw a punch. You were still immobilized by the hand in your hair and couldn't avoid it. Your lip split open and and a bit of blood trickled on your chin. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed and your leg went up, right between the recruit's legs. The guy's face crunched in pain as he gripped his crotch. You threw a punch on the man's nose and shook off the dizzy feeling lingering in your head. True, you were quite small compared to most of the hunters, but that didn't mean a thing. You wiped the blood off your face and finished drying your hair. You put on a clean t-shirt and stared at the angel on the floor. The recruit whimpering, his nose dripping blood. You left without a word. The newbie was going to heal, but his pride had taken a hard blow.
You went in the common room, feeling a little bit more social than usual. You weren't deceived. Mian was there, looking at the multiple job offer on the board. The base had a simple system for hunts. Minor hunts and easy tasks were pinned on the common room's board and all you had to do was picking the one you wanted. For major hunts or peculiar tasks, the Commander himself was giving it to who he thought would be the most fitting for the job. You had done tons of these minor hunts, chasing low-ranked demon to send them back in Hell or giving a hand to an exorcist. The board also held notes from other hunters and pictures of demons. You popped out behind Mian.
(y/n) : Searching for a job?
Mian jumped in shock. You had scared him. He turned back and scowled.
Mian : Don't scare me like that, I could have dropped dead!
You smiled and looked at the board. You picked up a note and gave it to Mian.
(y/n) : Well, that job sounds like something you would like!
Mian : Oh, a group job? I like those!
(y/n) : Yeah, I know.
Mian : Give it to me, I'll go fetch other hunters.
You smirked. You watched Mian as he walked around the room, asking for hunters on a break. They all were really enthusiastic.
The rest of the day passed. Before going to bed, you went to the A5 room. The two guards were standing by the door and asked for your wrist. You showed your Enochian tattoo on your forearm, the tattoo every hunter were marked with when they received their chosen name and came in the base for good. It was spelling their name in the only language angels actually owned and it was a flawless method of identification since it couldn't be taken off.
They let you pass.
The weaponry was impressive, with huge guns on the walls, enough armors to equip a small army, tech swords on racks and container of toxic bombs. You only needed a backup weapon. Not that you didn't trusted your sword, but just because it was still a very impressive and visible sword. You walked to the rack of daggers and picked one up.
You went back to your room and set the alarm on your wallscreen.
The wallscreen beeper woke you up. You chased sleep from your eyes and dressed up in more casual clothes, a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt, covered by a dark grey jacket. You grabbed your sword and attached it to your back. It angelic nature made it invisible to humans,so you didn't need to worry about it being in plain sight. You packed your bag with human clothes and a human computer. Your dagger was in your boot. The dagger wasn't an angelic craft and it needed a place to hide. You left in silence and walked down the desert hall, every other hunter still sleeping or gone on a hunt. You took the elevator and pushed the portal room's button.
When the doors opened, you walked to the center of the room and let the guard see your Enochian tattoo. The circular diagram on the floor settled to ''Earth''. You released your wings, letting their bright light active the portal, a system to avoid dropping angels without them being prepared. The floor suddenly vanished and you dropped trough the portal. The room disappeared and a black night sky replaced it. Earth wasn't in the same universe as Heaven and time deregulation were common between the two world. Your wings slowed the fall and you landed on a burnt circle of grass, result of the portal. Above you, the portal closed and all that was left for you was to walk. The road was not far, although the city was, to avoid all risk of anyone, human or demon, seeing the light emitted by the portal. You hided your wings again and started following the road. Cars and trucks were passing, not seeing you. After a little while, a truck stopped and the man inside motioned you to come in.
Take the ride (Go to chapter 2)
Keep walking (Go to chapter 3)
A/N: Sorry for spamming the site with stuff that's not even fanfiction :(
Hope you enjoyed it anyway! Reviews means a lot to me :)
