AN: Hi guys! Remember the story I talked about in CH 1 of East Blue Files? Well, here it is. And man, designing the Atma Avatar was a bitch and a half! The easy part was designing the brand and the torso, but then I was thinking whether or not I should pick a name for it, like it is in the games. I did, at first, I looked at a list of different Asura's in hinduism, no luck. and for a while I was debating whether or not I should keep trying to pick a name, but in the end, I did find a name for the form that wasn't hard to pronounce and of a demon I like.
EDIT: I fixed a mistake I had with the Mantra's.
Also, have any of you noticed that none of the Asura forms have any eyes?
"Regular speech"
"This is a 'skill' understand?"
'Thought'
"Demon speaking"
[Game Data]
(Author Note)
Disclaimer: I don't own Gamer by Sung San-Young and Sang-ah, Digital Devil Saga 1&2 by Atlus or Akame Ga Kill by Takahiro and Square Enix(that surprised me a bit). What I do own are my OC's Edward Smith. Please support the Official Releases
"Let me tell you something, dying sucks, especially if it's just from something as pathetic as slipping in the shower. But it was definitely better than what came next..."
Edward Smith was never the one to believe in religion, or in afterlife. Sure, he enjoyed media that tackled the subject of an life beyond death, with varying results... and on occasions, he might've prayed for a crit or rare loot while playing a RPG, but those were more along the lines of RNG being good. So, when he died, he didn't really expect much. Especially not a info screen floating in front of him with a game over theme coming from all around him
[Game Over.]
[Would you like to start a new game?]
[Yes?] [No?]
And of course, Edward pressed yes, because why wouldn't he? What sort of person would want to die, aside from depressed people and the insane ones? He wouldn't care what he would be reborn as, as long as he'll be in a human, or human-like body. A woman? Well, it'll be a new experience. A baby? Sure, why not. Skin color wouldn't matter, it would at least beat being dead.
Although, considering what kind of person he was in life, not caring about others, or doing anything that wouldn't benefit him more, or wasn't too tedious, he wasn't so sure about ending in a good position in his next life.
After making his choice, the music stopped playing as the screen disappeared. Before he could question whether or not a new one would appear, a roulette wheel appeared in a flash of light, numerous different animated, written and video game medias in each slot of the roulette.
But before he could exclaim his dis-content on the rather random way to select where he would be sent, the cursor started to spin, similar to one of the raffle wheels Edward had spun in his childhood at a fair. Hopefully his luck has improved.
[Selecting a world, please hold...]
"Please don't land SNK, TG, or a show I don't know through and through." Edward whispers in hopes that the cursor stops on a world familiar to him. Hopefully a world where powers are handed out like candy, but he should be fine if he just knew what would happen in the immediate future.
Edward looks at the wheel, as the cursor slows down, eventually coming to a stop. Looking at the slot it stopped on, he sees it holds the emblem of a red cross, tilted to look like a over-symbolized X, but after a bit of thinking he comes to the haunting realization of what world he will have to inhabit, his jaw hanging low as he looks at the red sword.
[World selected: Akame Ga Kill]
"Of ALL the possible things, I'll be sent to Akame Ga fucking Kill!" He shouts out to the void in anger and frustration as he laments his situation. Not only is he going to be sent to a Anime/Manga world, but it's one of the worst possible ones he could end up in. A kingdom that's nothing more than a pit of snakes, that allows the rich and those in service of the government to get away with the most inhumane things possible.
Raping and killing a small child, allowing people to get abducted off the street to get tortured and poisoned with viruses for the pettiest reasons like a commoner having prettier hair than the rich girl. And killing hundreds of people to blame a group that had nothing to do with the killing. Inhuman experiments that modify a person's body that leave the one operated as nothing more than a slave that looks like it's out of a fetish film.
Honestly, in comparison the local wildlife is more civilized than the actual civilization.
But, it could be worse. He could just as easily ended up in Attack on Titan or Berserk, where death is all but guaranteed, not that Akame Ga Kill is any better in that regard. He'd just have to make the most out of his situation. Who knows, maybe he'd end up in a time period where the Empire isn't a corrupted, self-righteous pile of shit. And if he doesn't, maybe he could join up with the Revolutionary army. And if these screens that have been appearing are any indication, he's acquired the Gamer, so becoming strong shouldn't be too hard.
The roulette wheel disappears, replaced by a metal egg the size of a milk carton, a neon green glow pulsing across its surface in a fishnet pattern as it floats in the void. Before Edward can observe it any further, a info screen appears in front of him, blocking his view of the egg.
[Please stand by for the Atma Infection and transportation]
"Wait, what was the first one?" Edward doesn't receive an answer as the metal egg explodes, a beam of light shooting itself into his torso, passing through him as his body breaks down into balls of light that disappear.
A group of men walk in the woods, armed with the best hunting gear money could buy, well the best a duo of ex-low-rank soldiers with their hunting buddies could buy at least. They had been returning from a basic mission that had them getting rid off a den of dire wolves that were messing up a town, set up camp and then all of a sudden, a light shot out from the sky, falling near their camp, accompanied by a loud crash. They left a few of their men to guard the camp, while the rest of them decided to investigate the forest where the light shot at.
"What do you think that flash of light was?" Stan, one of their newer members, armed with a short sword and a shield, pretty skilled with both of them. He had joined their little band of mercenaries for the thrill of the fight.
"I don't know, could be anything from a falling star to one of Empire's experiments." Brad, one of the more experienced ones of their fellows with a bit of history as a capital guard, but got kicked out as things started getting tougher. He wasn't anything too special, but he managed to handle himself well enough with his broadsword. He was the impromptu leader of their group.
"Maybe it'll be some lost treasure that'll make us rich." Jeffrey says with glee, already imagining a swimming pool full of gold coins that he'll swim through. He had been working in the same area as Brad before they both got kicked out for budget cuts. But unlike
"Hah, keep dreaming Jeff." O'Malley laughs at his greedy hunting pal.
"Shut it you two, we're approaching the crash site." David, their resident cold strategist speaks up with his monotone voice as they approach a crater left by whatever fell from the sky, evident by the toppled trees, scattered debris lying around and the impact crater, smoke billowing from it. Honestly, it looks like a bomb went off.
"Jeez, are you even sure that whatever's in there is still intact?" Jeffrey pointedly asks, looking down into the crater, trying to see if there's anything there. Even if it was a shooting star, any minerals it might've contained are probably nothing but pebbles after that impact.
"Stop your whining and go investigate." Brad barks, pushing Jeffrey into the crater, who tumbles down a couple of feet before landing face-first onto the ground. He was the one who came to inspect the crater in search of valuables, so if he wanted the profit, he should go and find it himself.
"What the hell you asshole! I could've gotten hurt!" Jeff shouts, waving his fist angrily as. This asshole always did stuff like this, pushing him into danger. When they caught a robber, they could've just taken his loot, but nooooo, we shouldn't look out for ourselves, we should just bend over backwards and return the goods to their "rightful" owners.
Didn't that dumbass realize that things are tough, and you either look out for number one or get killed? Survival of the fittest and all that jazz.
"Well, you didn't so stop complaining and start searching for what fell here." Brad orders, Jeff grumbling at him as he starts investigating the crater. Honestly, why does Jeff always look to make more profit than what's necessary? Stealing evidence from closed cases and pawning them off, taking bribes to overlook some of the lesser crimes. That is not to say that he always did overlook some of the more heinous crimes, but he did take the money. But, since Jeff did help him out during basic training, so Brad tried his best to keep him out of trouble, with varying results.
But eventually, as the economy hit a certain point in it's dive, the amount of soldiers had to be cut, and the two of them were in the front of the line when it came to people who had to be fired, Brad for being a avid follower of the rules, mostly the moral ones, reporting and objecting when Captain Ogre arrested someone for something that they couldn't have done, and Jeff got fired for being too greedy.
"Umm, Brad, you might want to take a look at this." Jeff calls out from the crater, the smoke covering what both him and his discovery.
"What is it?"Brad asks. He wasn't about to go there just so that Jeff could gloat straight to his face, standing before a mountain of gold.
"Trust me, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you." Jeff calls out, looking at the thing he found with a look of disbelief on his face. To be honest, he's not even sure if what he's seeing is real, or even alive. How could something like that survive a fall like that? Heck, better question is, how did something like that fall from the sky?
"Fine, I'm coming down there. David, O'Malley, keep a look out." Brad orders before he slides down the crater's slope, reaching the bottom much smoother than his comrade did. Some bandits or Danger Beasts might've heard the crash, so they should just investigate the crater and then get away from here.
"So, what is it that you foun-" Brad cuts his sentence short as he sees what Jeff found. It wasn't a meteorite, or any precious jewel, but a person. A male human about 17 or so, wearing some kind of weird grey uniform with orange highlights, armor covering the chest, shoulders and the fore arms. How the fuck did a person end at the bottom of a crater? He couldn't have been the shooting star, he would've been nothing but a wet splat on the ground.
"Well Jeff, I can see why you'd think that I wouldn't believe you."
"Thanks, but take a look at this." Brad complies, looking at the weird black marking on the unconscious persons neck that Jeff was pointing to. A skull of a Danger Beast of some kind. Well, it's obvious that the unconscious guy isn't a free man.
"The kid's a slave huh, how much do you think his owners will pay for him?" Jeffrey asks, stroking the small goatee on his chin as he observes the unconscious slave in front of them. Neither the armor or the brand looked familiar, but the Capital might pay good money for him. That's not to say that they will return the lad to his owner.
"Jeff, he's a person, not some pet." Brad argues, glaring at his old acquaintance. If there was one law he was willing to disobey, it was returning slaves to their masters. A man shouldn't be owned, but free to make their own decisions. He'd even be willing to deal with the consequences of harboring a escaped slave, granted that they aren't bad people of course. Besides, the armor and Brand suggest at a combat history, so he wouldn't weigh them down.
"Look, this isn't a stray orphan that you can pick up like the other ones, this slave belongs to someone, and judging by the armor, he's probably a part of the Empires little assassin groups, so let's leave the dog to rot." Jeff fires back. He had heard rumors of the about the Empires Assassins and about how they're trained and branded from the higher-ups when they were drunk.
He had also heard about how some of them are granted some sort of special weapon, like one of those Teigu that the first Emperor made. And as tempting stealing one of those bad boys was, that would be a very bad idea, mainly because the Empire would not stop hounding his ass until they reclaimed it.
"Well if he was, then why was he in this crater?" As the two men argue over morality, the unconscious teen rises up, his half-opened green eyes looking straight ahead, not even focusing on the two men, only on the gnawing hunger in his stomach.
'Rend!' It's driving him insane, the hunger whispering in one ear, and shouting in the other. He could practically see them, a legion of small imps on his right shoulder shouting and a singular large one whispering on his left one.
'Slaughter!' He wants, nay needs something to fill it, but there's no food here, just two men arguing about something. But wait, they're wearing the same kind of armor that the Imperial soldiers do!
'Devour your enemies! There is no other way to survive!' There's no way in hell he's going to get captured by those sick fuckers! But he doesn't have a weapon, how's he going to kil-devour them? But before the teen can plan any further, he feels a painful throbbing on the left side of his neck, and although he might not see it, maroon lines spread out from the mark, covering his skin and clothes which darken as the lines spread out, eventually covering his whole body as they glow brightly.
The two men stop arguing as they notice that the one they were talking about is up and his brand is glowing?
"Wow, what the hell!?" Jeff exclaims in alert, drawing his sword. The kid's still alive, and why's his brand glowing like that?
The teen grunts in discomfort as his whole body structure is changing, bones, flesh and muscles becoming denser, more powerful and remolding themselves into a more dangerous form. As the light fades away, his new form is revealed. And it's far from human.
The grey armor covering the teens upper body now replaced with segmented bone armor, extending to the arms and hands, protected by gauntlets with blades on their sides, and the bone plate on the back of the hands. Normal human legs transformed to bestial double jointed ones with three clawed toes, more of the segmented bone armor covering the thighs. Strangely enough, the bone armor doesn't cover the abdomen or underside of the arms. the head of the boy, if he could even be called that, is covered by more of that segmented bone armor, making it appear that he's blind, but that doesn't make it any less dangerous.
"So hungry..." the transformed human grumbles, his voice clear even through the bone armor. Everything seems so clear now, as he looks around, he spots a two turtles, hiding in their metal shells, covering that supple, and tender meat under those sacks of flesh, cloth and armor. They'd do well in quenching his hunger, but how should he peel away the packaging?
Sure he could he use his sharp claws to rip, tear and tenderize the meat, but he isn't a unsophisticated animal, using tools is the proper way of conduct.
"What the fu-" Jeffrey is cut off by the teen?, who punches him, as the elbow blade slides forward, piercing Jeffrey's throat. Withdrawing the blade from the dead man's throat, the monster inspects the blood coating the blade, sniffing at it, before it licks it, as if tasting the leftover cookie dough.
The blood seems to be to its liking, evident by a sinister grin spreading across the monsters face as it shivers in delight. This is exactly what's missing, it could already feel the hunger dying down, but it's not enough, it needs more! MORE! MORE!
Snapping out of shock, Brad charges the monster that killed his friend, sword drawn out, which he swings at the monster with a mighty war cry. Whatever this monster is, it can't be allowed to leave this forest alive, lest it feasts upon innocent civilians. The beasts abdomen is exposed, so that's where he'll strike.
The monster points its hand at the charging man hellbent on avenging his friend. "Fry for me, 'Zio'." It smirks, as lightning surges from its bone-coated fingers, hitting the vengeful man in the chest, his metal armor only serving to increase his pain, as the electricity arcs across his armor. After a while, the monster stops electrocuting him, and judging by its arm blades, it's planning to put the man in front of it out of his misery.
Brad closes his eyes, resigned to his fate. There's nothing he can do, his nervous system is out of whack from all the electricity, and he's dead-tired. He can only pray that his men can get as far away from here as possible. The monster looks at the defeated man in front of it for a while, wondering why isn't he trying to escape, but then it shrugs, and slashes down with its arm blades, killing the man.
It then proceeds to peel away the armor the two men were wearing, before it starts feasting on their corpses, feeling its hunger receding with each bite, savoring the texture of the meat, the exquisite flavor of their blood. It leaves the groin areas of the men untouched, something deep in the being feeling repulsed at the idea of eating male genitals. Licking its lips and fingertips for some leftover, it still doesn't feel full, but more like it's almost there.
But where would it find more bipedal turtles?
Maybe it should have let one of them run so that one could lead it to his pack? Oh well, no use in crying over spilled milk. Actually, now that the monster thinks back, it did smell two other turtles, but they started running when he killed first one. The monster smirks, jumping out of the crater, taking off towards the direction where the scents went.
"Whatthehellwhatthehellwhatthehell! What the hell was that thing!?" Stan frantically asks, as him, O'Malley and David run through the forest in a hurry to reach the camp. When that demon suddenly appeared and killed Jeff, they thought that Brad could handle it, but then the demonic bastard started shooting lightning from its fingers, they started running, or "Making a tactical retreat" as David put it. None of them joined this Danger Beast-hunting group to fight some demon that fell from the sky, they joined to make an easy buck.
Sure, him and O'Malley could take down a D-Ranked Danger Beast, but Jeff and Brad were the real muscle of their team, capable of taking down high C-Ranks, while David made a plan that helped them to take down some of the B-ranked ones. But the only reason those plans worked was because the Danger Beasts they fought were ones that people had been dealing for centuries and there was info on ways to kill them.
But this... demon, cause what else could it be, there was nothing on it, so they don't know what else it can do besides shoot lightning out of its hands and that it had blades in its arms.
"I don't know man, just keep running!" O'Malley shouts. He had a bad feeling about this day, even with his lucky red shirt. And now there's a frickin' demon chasing after them. It's probably finished eating Brad and Jeff. He didn't want to be demon chowder!
Without warning, David pushes O'Malley and Stan to the side, as a ball of fire was flung at them. When he looked back, he saw the attack launched at them, and realizing that the only two combat-savvy members with him were the targets, he made the logical decision and took the hit. The attack wouldn't be fatal, but it would put him out of the fight, but if it had hit either Stan or O'Malley, their chances of survival would have fallen even lower than they are now.
"Shit! It's here!" Stan and O'Malley shout, doubling their efforts to escape. Their escape attempt is cut short as two bolts of lightning strike from the sky, setting the grass in front of them on fire, blocking their escape. The duo gulp, turning around to face the opposite direction, smelling the stench of blood.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." the monster chastises them, a smirk on its face as it wags it finger disapprovingly. These turtles didn't stand a chance, but it had been surprising when the calm turtle took the blow for the scared turtles, and amusing how the dumb turtles tried running, planning to leave the calm one behind. But now, there was no escape.
The two men panic, charging in with their weapons drawn. The monster dodges their frantic swipes, grinning as it does so. Then it extends both of its blades and the monster's laughter echoed through the night as it cut the hunters into pieces...
AN: That's the end folks! I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter(although, it's more like a prologue). There's a reason as to why I chose to cross put a S-I with a Atma into the Akame Ga Kill world, and if you've read East Blue Files, I think you might know what might happen...
And I suppose I should tell what the Atma Avatar is, so here you go!:
Asura: Yaksa
Drain: Fire
Resist: Elec
Weak: Wind and Ice
Skills:
- Zio{Set}
- Void Elec
- Agi{Set}
- Void Fire
- Ingest Mana{Set}
- Devour{Set}
Mantra: Shura{25/100%}
Now, some of you might be disagreeing with this set up, but, I do have my reasons. 1: Yaksa, in most SMT Games is shown to have a weakness for either Ice or Force, unaffected by fire attacks and having a resistance to electricity. 2: Have you seen what sort of monsters are in Akame Ga Kill universe? Danger Beasts, crazy demons in human flesh wielding weapons that could level a small town if they glared at it.
And some of you might be disagreeing with the decision that I made, regarding Edward's Atma Avatar, but hear me out. Yaksa is a broad class of nature spirits, and there are multiple kinds of Yaksa, but Edward's Atma is based on the darker variation, a cannibalistic demon that haunts the wilderness and devours travelers, similar to Rakshasas.
Also, don't worry about East Blue Files or Tower of Gamer, I'm working on them.
And my Question of the chapter is:
What Atma Avatars do you think Night Raid or the Jaegers would have? This is not to say that they will have Atma Avatars, I just want to know what you guys think.