Author's Note:
Hey everyone. Daisuke Haoru FINALLY posting something here on FanFiction. I do apologize for being gone for so long. To summarize, life happens, things break down, writer's block hits hard. But after a while, I got something for you, my dear readers. I do hope you enjoy this introduction. Do give me a review on how I did here. Trying to shake off the rust here, haha.
"Heh... guess I'm a little too... reckless out here, aren-... aren't I...?"
"L-look... don't talk... just hang in there!"
"Help won't arrive fast enough... besides..."
"But we have to get you back to Fe-"
"There's nothing you can do about it. It's spreading already..."
"..."
"It was fun. It really was... Rough times... but I made it this far."
"You... you can't go... you can't..."
"It's fine... besides... I repaid a debt from a long time... ago..."
"You dummy..."
"I know... I know..."
"..."
"Don't cry... Just smile... You got a future ahead of yourself..."
"B-but-"
"Go."
"I'm not leaving you!"
"... You stubborn girl..."
"..."
"I just want you to know... that... I..."
"..."
A young man had woken up in his living quarters. He looked at the window. Or at least, something that resembled a window. It was nice to see it wasn't like when he had to survive outside. Or rather when he came across a fancy apartment back then. It was the only apartment that seemed untouched. It was rude to break into, but in a world where it's about survival, he had no other option but to do so. This wasn't like the zombie movies he heard of from other people. It was much worse. It was some sort of monsters roaming the earth. An earth that had streets and cars and buildings was now just a wasteland.
They called them "Aragami." He had no idea what the word meant, but he liked the name. But he heard the stories of what these "Aragami" are capable of. And them being the reason why the world is the way it is. But just like others he met, he lost family as well. A mother and father who died protecting their child. All he has from them now is a charm to wish him safe. But engraved in his memories are the deaths of his parents by these monsters.
They're called God Eaters, "those who devour Gods." He saw as these people with weird weapons began striking the Aragami down with ease. There were guns. There were swords. But they weren't said weapons at the same time. He witnessed a peculiar feature from these weapons. The became some sort of monster that bit into the Aragami. It wasn't just a bite. It looked like it was eating the monster. All he heard was something about "devouring." And seeing it was fascinating to him.
He got off bed and began dressing into his casual clothes. Or what became his casual clothes, his Fenrir uniform. Not everyone wore the same uniform. Every God Eater he met wore something to suit them. Their own custom uniform. Others even had their own clothing. At least it wasn't like how he read or was told. Seemed like in days like these, there's no need for uniforms. He looked at the bracelet on his right wrist. It was some sort of bangle. But from what he was told, it was injecting him with something he never heard of.
A group of scientists called it the "Bias Factor." Just with a bit of a history lesson when he first became a God Eater, the young man learned that this "Bias Factor" enhanced a person's abilities in close quarters combat as well as long range attacks, as well as their physical strength. This explained why when he saw the God Eaters, they held such heavy weapons, they seemed so light to them, like sticks a child would pick up and swing wildly at the air.
The young man grabbed his charm necklace and put in on. He looked on at the tattered and wrinkled family picture of his family. He gave a faint smile and walked to the door. He stopped for a moment. "Mom, Dad..." he muttered, "watch me from up there..." It's something his parents would always tell him. His father and mother's last words to him before the team of God Eaters took him were those: "We'll look over you from up there."
The young man opened the door and stepped out from his living quarters into the hallway. He began taking a few steps towards the elevator at the end. What made him stop in his tracks was the announcement through the facility's intercom system. "2nd Unit member Elias Norvind, please report to the Executive Office. Once again, 2nd Unit member Elias Norvind, please report to the Executive Office."
The young man made his way to the elevator. He pushed the button to the Executive Floor. It was at this point where Elias' life would shift in a different direction.