I've decided to scrap the story and create an entirely different story. Also, forgive me for not posting/updating the story. I was working on the other stories that I have written, and if you readers have time please go check them out especially if you are a digimon/bleach fans and ARMY as well.

I do not own any characters from the Persona series nor Dissidia NT.

Enjoy!

Prologue: The Contract

In this world, Time brings pain and Truth is hidden away.

The world is not as it should be.

It is full of distortions, irregular continuity, and it is filled with lies.

There are those who have the power to fix these occurrences time and time again.

They are referred to by many titles:

Opposers of Death.

Seekers of Truth.

And Tricksters of Chaos.

You are one of them.

Now is the time to rise against such abnormalities once more.

Do you accept?

Yes

Or

No

You have one year to settle the ever growing conflict, or else destruction is inevitable.

Fifteen figures, wearing different styled clothing, were standing on the platform of one of the modern buildings in Shibuya after hearing many rumors of many Gods running amok. While they have heard of the last battle from over a year ago that was concluded, this did not satisfy the world's corrupt desires.

A warrior clad in light blue armor wielding a shield looks over the bustling city that was once a battlefield between humans and the God of Control Demiurge. And although all of them possess the radiant light within themselves, his was one of the three strongest in terms of holiness.

"It would seem that our speculation of this world was correct," the warrior comments to the others.

A woman with rose pink hair scoffs, "Even after defeating the God of Light, there will always be other gods at the beckon call of humans who wished to have a god ruling over them."

"Speaking of gods, you all know that she is not happy about us being here right?" said the only older male figure dress in black.

"May I add something?" A female miqo'te steps into the conversation, "Her previous incarnation was the Goddess of Harmony, who then divided all of her divine powers into the fourteen different crystals which are now forever embedded into the bloodlines of our senior warriors. And while she is the reincarnation of Her, she no longer holds her previous divine powers to help resolve other worldly conflicts."

"And that's where we Warriors come into help!" A blonde hair woman jumps down from the ledge of the building: "Speaking of senior warriors. Have we gotten any word from Cadet yet?"

A twenty year old male sporting a white double-breasted trench coat with black lapels that is fastened by four buttons on either side and a gold badge pin with wings touching each other. He wore a black belt with a large buckle around his waist, slightly baggy pants, and a pair of white boots with furry black liners. A thin chain with a teal colored star crystal-like clip is wrapped around his upper torso, starting from his left shoulder down to the right side of his hips. He wore a holy ring on his right ring finger and another one that hangs loosely around his neck despite it being covered up. His slightly spiky hair is naturally white with his fringe reaching down to his left eye. His four large white wings were lax, if not slightly limp. His eyes were closed, but his facial expression sported a slight scowl. His voice was slightly deep as he answers her question.

"Patient and we'll receive word soon," he replies.

Right beside him is a girl with flowing sunny blonde hair that had metal wing clips wearing a white top corset with a bit of silver and gold armor, a white tight-fitted coat with the sleeves stopping at her mid lower arms and no buttons, and a pair of white shorts. She is also wearing a pair of silver armored boots that goes up to her knees. And like the man beside her, she too also wears a pair of holy ring bracers on both her lower arms, and her eyes were also closed like the person next to her.

She looks up to the sky, eyes still close, and whispers to herself, "Interitus prope est. Massa populi voluntatis vel paucum populi voluntatis?"

Translations:

Interitus prope est. Massa populi voluntatis vel paucum populi voluntatis - Destruction is nigh. The will of the mass or the will of the few?

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Preview to the next chapter:

"Such a heavy burden you bear," A distorted voice coming from the mysterious figure. "But I suppose that just means that you've come to accept what has become of you."