This one's also for The River City Kid.
Disclaimer: Valkyrie Profile and its characters belong to..it's Square-Enix now, I believe, since Enix no longer exists separately. Not me.
Author's Note: This fic is going to be...different from what you're used to in a Valkyrie Profile fic. Aside from the OC, it has a rather unorthodox take on Canon. Think of it like this: It uses characters, the basic scenario and other elements from, but it doesn't follow the plot of, the game, if that makes any sense. Onward.
A typical Night in Hai-Lan. The cobblestone streets were undisturbed save for the sound of the waves gently cascading onto the shore every few moments. A peaceful autumn evening like any other. None of the villagers were aware that their tranquil village was about to become a warzone.
He was surrounded. Four of Nifelheim's elite Vanir soldiers stood all around him, waiting for their master's command. Lesser warriors would be on their knees, pleading for their life. He was Different.He was merely annoyed.
He'd been clubbing in Hai-Lan's trendiest bar, flirting with the island's prettiest girls before being accosted by these weaklings.
The leader of the Vanirused his divine powers to levitate onto a nearby rooftop to survey his prey.
"Walker Mitsinorou!" Surt yelled, "you will serve me or die!"
That did it.
"Fool! Think you I'd give in so easily? You have no idea what you're in for! Baka!" Walker defiantly declared. He wasn't in the mood for getting his Simple Plan shirt dirty, nor his black leather jacket, tight black leather pants complete with pentagram belt buckle, for that matter. Yet Walker could never back down from a challenge, especially not from opponents as lame as these. His handsome good looks alone were enough to strike fear into any less-handsome opponent. The half-elf, half-vampire sported shoulder-length onyx black hair that gracefully shifted in the autumn breeze, black eyeliner to complement his light complexion, with a rock-hard body whose toned abs and rock-hard muscles were just barely distinguishable under his impeccable clothing.
Surt's elite Vanir guards stared dumbfounded with surprise as the dashing Goth warrior backflipped onto a nearby rooftops. In a single smooth movement he drew his family's famed ancestral blade 'delightful catastrophe,' a sword so powerful that even that even the gods lived in fear of it. He assumed a fighting stance and steeled himself for his opponents' attack. Surt smiled at Walker's refusal.
"A pity that a warrior as fine as you should choose the path of death. Guards! Attack and leave nothing for the burial!" The four Vanir soldiers leapt onto Walker's rooftop and drew their blades in preparation. The hybrid used his elite vampire powers to size them up.
Soldiers? He sends mere grunts against me, thought a furious Walker. His eyes changed from Nifelheim steel-blue to blood red. I'll have him impaled on my blade for this insult!
Before Surt's soldiers could get within a few feet of the Gothic warrior, Walker raised his arms, and with a scream of "Kaminari," huge bolts of lightning shot out of his palms to incinerate the hapless vanir. Nothing was left of them but piles of ashes when the smoke cleared. Surt cackled and was oddly pleased with the annihilation of his troops.
"Impressive, Mitsinorou-San, but you have yet to witness Nifelheim's true power. Come forth...Fenrir!" A demonic howling split the silence of the night. Out of the shadows leapt the blue wolf-demon of legend, snarling at the half-elf, half-vampire hybrid, eager to sink its fangs into his white flesh. The Goth's elite vampire powers instantly assessed the beast's strengths and weakness.
Formidable ice-based attacks, but a corresponding weakness to fire, Walker noted. Without warning Fenrir used it's ice-breath to try and freeze Walker where he stood, intending to follow up with a physical attack to shatter his frozen form.Fortunatley Walker was expecting this and deftly jumped twenty feet into the air to avoid it. Coming back down, Hunter decided to take the initiative.
"Hi," The Sword Magician commanded. Magical blue flames enveloped his blade, lending it fire-element attack properties.
Seeing Walker land, Fenrir used its strongest attack: Howling Hazard. The wolf sped towards its target, leaving a white streak as it did. Walker held his flaming sword out, stepped aside, and let momentum do the rest. The sword cut along the entire length of the wolf's body in addition to causing it to burst into flames. Fenrir's dash slowed to a trot and then halting completely before falling to the ground where it stopped moving. Walker's nose wrinkled as the foul smell of burning fur filled the air.
"Now that's what I call a hot dog."
Clap. Clap. Clap. The Goth turned to see Surt slapping his palms together from the opposite rooftops.
"Excellent, Mitsinorou-San. It seems the tales of a mighty half-elf, half-vampire Sword Mage were indeed true. My offer is this: join forces with me, and with our combined powers we shall overthrow Odin and rule Valhalla and Midgard alike."
"Do you not care that I killed forces loyal to you just a few moments ago?"
"A calculated sacrifice. Do I not profit if I lose a few followers to gain one worth a thousand? Join me." The goth drew his sword and aimed the point the Lord of the Vanir.
"Fool! I would never have anything to do with the god who killed my sister Sakura! Prepare to feel Walker Mitsinorou's unstoppable hand of justice!" Surt's face twisted into a snarl. His entire body began glowing with magical energy. The Vanir god began the incantation of his strongest attack before Walker could react.
"I invoke the rites of fiery Muspelheim and give thy soul up to the inferno's embrace...Ifrit Caress!" Huge fireballs shot out at the hybrid Sword Mage and his image was lost in the immense firestorm that quickly began consuming all of Hai-Lan, devouring the buildings constructed with wood and paper. When the smoke and fire at last died down, Walker was nowhere to be seen amid the smoking ruins of Hai-Lan.
"Ashes to ashes," Surt snickered.
"You wish," a voice said behind him. Surt turned and did a double-take when he saw the noble goth standing only a few feet away, wearing a contemptuous smirk.
"WHAT! B-but how?" The mightiest of the Vanir was at a loss for words.
"Oh, you mean you didn't know that my elf blood gives me complete immunity to fire attacks? Somebody didn't do their homework..." Walker teased in a singsong voice. The incredibly handsome goth then drew his sword. "Perhaps Queen Hel of Nifelheim will teach you to be a better student, Surt-Chan." It was Walker's turn to glow with magical energy as he prepared his purify weird soul technique. "Rejoice! Deliverance for thine lameness is at hand! Finishing Strike: Delectable Climax!" A white sphere of concentrated destructive magic shot out from the tip of Walker's sword and rapidly expanded at the rate of several feet every few moments. Surt stared as though in a daze at the sphere, only shaking out of his stupor when its edges came into contact with and began consuming his body. Cursing himself for underestimating Walker's powers, he gathered his remaining strength for a teleportation spell.
Walker realized his mistake of standing too close to his target too late, leaving him with not enough time to escape the sphere's expansion. His mortal body was consumed in seconds.
The image of a woman dressed in blue armor blurred for a moment before coming into focus. Walker stood up from where'd he'd been laying, noting the empty void they were stood in before addressing her.
"Ah, you must be a Valkyrie, one of the famed battle-maidens whose task is to choose only the finest warriors for service in Valhalla, am I right?" The death goddess seemed taken aback by the gothic warrior's bluntness.
"Yes, I am actually. I must admit that your powers are indeed impressive. The Aesir could well use the powers of a Sword Mage who had nearly destroyed Surt himself. Will you journey with us?"
"Nearly? So he survived, then," Walker mused. Shimatta, he cursed to himself. "Of course I shall. Valhalla doesn't accept just any warrior, right? it's only the best of the best that get in. With you guys is where I belong, then. Sign me up."
Taking Walker Mitsinorou's soul into her, Lenneth felt concern manifesting itself in her psyche. It was very unusual for newly recruited souls to accept the role of Einherjar so eagerly. The only other whose enthusiasm equaled Walker's was Badrach, and she had made an exception for the brutish thief. She preferred uniformity- it was in her nature. In any case, the goddess decided, her newest Einherjar's powers promised to be an impressive asset indeed.