Blood and madness.
Warning AU Soul Eater Universe and slightly AU PJO universe !
Crona is a freaking girl and she's a freaking warrior! Ragnarok never existed !Don't like it? Don't read it! this IS SPARTAAAA!
Huff, huff…there, all done, I'm calm, we can begin…
Prologue
She breathed heavily, doing so itched, and soon she began coughing blood. Red blood. Not the dark one she usually bleeds. It was a strange thing to her.
She was dying and she knew it. She was using all of her blood to seal the kishin. It was, after all, what she was "created" for. All that training, all those cruel treatments, all those tears and suffering to accomplish it. In order to definitely save the witch race, she was turned onto a weapon by her mother, her mother who went as far as sacrifice her own flesh and blood to save thousands, if not millions.
Her consciousness slowly faded. She almost didn't hear Maka's desperate wail.
Maka… her first friend. The first person to acknowledge her as a person beside her mother.
Her mother… She killed her. No, her mother forced her to kill her. There was no other way. She had to kill the person she cared for the most in the world. She had to awaken the deep hatred in her blood, awaken her true power.
Her mother was merciless, blunt, and ruthless, but no matter what happened, she loved her mother. And her mother, she knew it deep inside, loved her… or at least cared for her.
Love, family, affection… Unfamiliar words. Concepts that she didn't perfectly understand. Even now. Not like if that mattered, right now.
She only had her mother. Her father… She never knew him. And according to her mother, he was a major asshole. Literally.
Oh, she recalled perfectly the day her mother told her about him.
Flashback
A six years old Crona, approached her mother, wearing a little black and red sundress. "Mama?"
"… Yes Crona?" Asked Medusa. When her daughter called her that, it always was when she wanted to know something.
"I have a daddy?"
"…I beg your pardon?" Crona shrank. The tone used indicated that her mother was unpleased with the question.
"I want to know…do I have a daddy? Or are little witches born only from mommies?"
Medusa sighed. She dreaded the "where the babies come from" speech.
" Yes you had a father…your father… was an asshole." She said, not even trying to not use insanities.
"…Uh?"
" Oh sure, as a man he was quite … manly." Crona wondered what it means "He was a true warrior. Strong. But as a parent or a regular mate material… He sucked big time."
Crona was confused.
"Physically, you don't looks a lot like him…But you inherited great powers from him. Your ability to shape your blood into weapons being one of them. Your blood is black because of the high iron concentration in it… And the madness."
Crona tilted her head.
"Madness?"
Medusa nodded. "It's hard to explain, but your father didn't belong to this world. Your father's…rage was passed down to you. Combined with witches' natural madness, your blood, which happens to be your father's domain, became a true receptacle of madness and battle lust. "
Crona was really confused. Domain? Battle lust? Not this world?
Medusa kneeled and cupped her daughter's face, in a rare display of caring. "Crona…don't end up like your father. He's not exactly evil, but he won't hesitate to harm his own kin to achieve his goals. You have great powers, and powers means choices and responsibilities. You are the witches' only hope against the likes of the kishin. Maybe one day, you'll meet him." Then a sadistic smile plastered itself on her face. "That day, crush his nads for me."
Crona sweatdropped, but nodded nonetheless.
Find daddy, crush his nads, whatever it means.
So much for the family reunion.
End Flashback
Her vision blurred. She was running out of blood. Oh the irony.
"Well… That sucks…Cough cough !"
Maka trashed against Black*Star strong grip. "Crona please! No! There must be another way, please! Come back!" She cried, tears straining down her cheeks.
"Hey, Maka… don't cry…Cough, cough. There's no reason to cry." She croaked, her throat sore.
"Crona… Listen to me. Everybody… Everybody is waiting for you. You're not alone Crona. You don't need to sacrificing yourself! Please, come back! Please…"
Crona chuckled softly. It was kinda painful to do so.
"I don't belong to this world, Maka. Literally. I… Killed so much people. Even Mama… I killed her, and she was the only thing I could call family. I don't belong here." She panted. The moon was almost entirely encased in blackish red blood.
She then turned to Maka, Soul, Black*Star, Tsubaki, Kid, Liz and patty. She waved.
"I guess it's the end. Thank you for everything." A pained expression plastered on her blood-stained face. She smiled softly.
"See ya in the afterlife, Maka. Please try to make peace with your father. He's a good man at heart." The mad began to encase her as well.
"I'm coming… Mama…"
And finally, she disappeared.
"CRONAAAAAAAAA!"
In limbo…
In the void of limbo, footsteps could be heard.
A man, a very tall man, was walking in the limbo. He had a leather jacket, sunglasses, black jeans, combat boots, and had a wicked sword sheathed on his back. He was god. That right weaklings, he's a mother f***ing god.
And he was walking in the f***ing limbo.
…
Gods, he hated the limbo shit. But it wasn't like he had the choice. To go to the other dimension, you have to cross the limbo.
Why was he, a god, travelling the limbo? Simple, to check on one of his brats. Now don't get me wrong, it's not that he care. Only the strongest of his children was worth his attention. But using logic, he admitted that he could at least observe the brat and see if he or she was worthy.
That's all.
Oh, and if he could, maybe see the mother. Man, that daughter of Hecate was something. Unlike most of his former lovers, that chick had actually the nerve to openly face him and pick a fight with him. Oh, the bloodlust, the fury… A waste that she wasn't a goddess, 'cause if that was the case, then he wouldn't mind takes her for wife. Then again, he doesn't care much about marriage, but having such a murderous… Mate, would have been godly. And the fact that she had partial immortality was a good plus.
Then he spotted something. A human shape.
He approached and sensed a very familiar energy. His. Which means… That it was his brat, lying in front of him, covered in her own blood.
"Oh joy…" He grunted. "It's a girly. And a pink haired one!? Are kidding me? And what is she doing on Limbo anyway?"
Well, at least, he saved the time finding the brat.
The god kneeled, and studied the form of his brat.
Slender body, pink hair. A short black sleeveless dress with a hood, stopping mid-tight. Pink hair. Black and red stripped stockings. Black leather boots. Pink hair .A rather cool tattoo depicting a swarm of bats, swirling around the upper-arms. And most importantly, a freaking nearly flat chest. And pink hair.
She was covered in blood. Black blood…..
… Pink hair.
"You fucking kidding me? The first of my brats to have inherited the blood-control is a pink haired girly? What kind of shit is that?!"
He fumed. The blood control was one of the greatest powers one of his brat could get. And there was a weak-looking, fucking PINK HAIRED brat, possessing that power.
…In the other hand, if she was anything like her mother, she could become quite the vicious fighter. But then again, pink hair… What the Hades?
…Okay, what to do? He could let her die. But with the blood control, it would be a pure waste. Geez, what to do…
…Oh, the hell with that.
"You can be grateful, brat." He said, dumping Crona on his shoulder. "I'm only doing it because your snake of a mother had a nice ass."…And that was partially true.
"No brat of mine is weak. Prove yourself to me, and maybe I'll consider the idea to acknowledge you as mine."
A few hours later, in an abandoned motel, in the desert near the USA/Mexico frontier, Mexico side.
Crona finally awakened from a rather peaceful sleep. She startled when she doesn't recognize her environment.
Her clothes were strangely clean, and she wasn't covered in blood anymore.
Her head tilted and she checked.
Her panties are white.
Which is a problem, because when she collapsed, it… Was…
…blue
…
WHAT THE HOLY MOTHER COW ?
Crona then fainted from the embarrassment. Somebody changed her when she was unconscious.
…
When she woke up (again) she explored the room where she awake.
On a table, was a super cool very dark red leather jacket with a grinning skull with the word's War's property stitched on it. Whatever it means. And a ring with a skull on it, Punisher's style.
Curious, she tried to pick it… and dropped it in shock when it changed into a big-ass claymore. The handle was wrapped in black leather, the guard was basically a ram skull with a cross behind, and the blade was razor-sharp. On the blade was two word:βατ and Murciélago.
The two words meant the same thing: Bat. Her animal-theme.
She carefully picked the sword. It was so light she had a hard time believing it. Everything in the sword seemed perfect.
"Murcièlago…" She said out loud…
And the sword shrank back into a ring.
Shrugging, she noticed a piece of paper, written in ancient Greek. She picked it and began to read.
Hey munchkin,
Before you ask stupid questions, just know that you're not in your world anymore and blah blah blah.
So I brought you there. When you felt ready, go to long island, USA. Search for camp half-blood.
Oh and I'm your father.
If you want me to acknowledge you as mine, then prove yourself to be worthy.
So see you later.
P.S: The sword and the jacket are gifts. Keep them.
Crona made a list of things to do.
_Find camp half-blood…whatever it was.
_Find her father and crush his nads.
_Then murder a hamster. What? She couldn't stand those things.
She sighed and exited the motel. Sans was the only thing she saw.
"Mama… See you later. Now wasn't my time, it's seem. Papa… Mama was right. You're a fucking asshole… And where's the frontier anyway? I'm in the middle of the desert.
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…I don't know how to deal with it.
And done. You want me to continue? What pairing for Crona? (Just know that I'm making Crona a lesbian.) And which Soul Eater characters should I bring it?