Alright! Hollowsoul75 here with the story I promised…
This is going to be a mass-crossover with Touhou as the main category. Just so everyone can prepare for multiverse jumping.
I am not sure if I will continue this as it is a side story I am going to do in spare time when I'm not updating my other fic 'Welcome to a Ghoulish World'…but I do have another chapter and a half ready to go…if people want me to update this…
Anyway, this fic is just an idea that has been swimming around my head for a while now…and it has been distracting me from updating my other fic…
So, without further ado-hold up…
I do not own Touhou or anything else that may be reverenced/or used in this fic other than the OCs.
And thank you to Karnsten69 for beta reading this.
Moving on…
Chapter one: Accidental Lich.
(First person POV: Unknown)
"…"
Hi…my name is Amon...it is now anyway…it's to honour the person who-
"PLEASE SPARE ME, I BEG YOU!"
"…"
-…I'll tell you later.
As you can probably guess by now…I'm not very talkative…because of how old I am and because of what I am…
I…am a Lich…well, Faux Lich; because of the method that turned me into one if you wanna be technical…Yep…you heard me. I am a living corpse…I am a dead man…I am a badass…I am…kinda hungry…Hold on sec…
"OH GODS! OH GODS-ARRRRGH!"
Om nom nom…what? I 'ate' his soul, so what? It's what I do…Lich, remember?
Let me explain.
I…am dead obviously, but my soul has attached itself to an object that I treasured with my life…now it is my life because if it gets destroyed…well, it is the host for my soul, you connect the dots...anyway, it was originally a silver cross necklace left to me by my mother…who abandoned me on the day of my birth...hmph, who needs her? I still kept the necklace as it had, at the time, a picture of my dad alongside the bitch who was pregnant with me in it. Dad had shaggy dark brown hair and green eyes while my mon had purple eyes and long blonde hair and a weird fashion sense…anyway, Dad wanted to keep me, unlike my Mother, but she ran away and bolted out of the country before having me and leaving me with the sisters of the nearby church so my dad couldn't raise me…spiteful bitch huh…but I later met her and made up with her somewhat.
'Somewhat' being the key word.
So anyway, I lived with the sisters for the first seven years of my life before I was adopted by a nice family, I liked them but I kept my dad's surname…I think it was his surname as it was on his picture…meh. I kept it and my new family understood why. I lived with them for the next decade and was seventeen when I moved out with some furniture and food along with other items given to me by my adopted parents…I was going somewhere with this wasn't I? Right, my phylactery…or soul jar for you uncultured folk…basically I can turn it into a giant silver cross bigger than I am that hangs around behind me floating in mid-air…don't ask why I'd want to but at least this way it is sturdy as fuck and can't be destroyed unless it is by divine means, it's rather overpowered cause a lot of the deities are dead or asleep because of a lack of faith and all…umm…and I can use it to crush people when I'm bored, that's a plus.
Setting all that aside, here I am…traveling worlds using my familiar and eating souls for their memories, power, and my own entertainment…I've been to over three hundred and seventy worlds and have in storage over what, thirteen billion, thirty seven hundred thousand, and twenty something souls…I collected an entire planet's worth, around six billion, a little while after I became a lich…Faux Lich…whatever, I'm still calling myself a Lich as I am dead…to an extent…and that I have a phylactery! SUCK IT VOLDEMORT! YOU AND YOUR HORCRUXES GOT NOTHING ON THIS!
"…Ahem…"
Now, you're probably wondering where I am right now, right? Well, first let me tell you more of my 'origin' story…as some of the more comic book geeky souls I have eaten would have called it.
It began with the death of the once human boy named Dallas Griffon…
(Scene change: Third person POV – With commentary until next line break)
A small bedroom with dark blue wallpaper and a beige roof was lit by the rising sun as it peaked through the large black curtains hiding a four pane window. A lump moved under the covers of a bed with purple covers as a loud alarm sounded out from the alarm clock on the bedside table. A hand reached out to try and find the disturbance from under the covers. After rummaging around on the wrong side of the table where a silver cross necklace sat a groan echoed out before the lump rose sending the covers off of the revealed eighteen year old Dallas Griffon. Dallas had long mid-neck length brown hair that curled slightly at the ends and deep purple eyes that glinted with annoyance. A sneer had grown on his face as he located the cause of the disturbance and put an end to it…rather harshly too before putting the silver cross necklace on.
I wasn't always so quiet as opposed to now…I was actually rather talkative around my friends.
He got out of bed with a grunt and made his way down the hallway to the bathroom and after brushing his teeth, walked into the kitchen to open the fridge and eat a cold slice of pizza before going back to his room to dress himself in a grey long sleeve shirt and black cargo pants followed by black sneakers. He headed back down the hall towards the door leading outside and he grabbed his beige M65 jacket, which was in surprisingly good condition for a hand-me-down, before reaching into one of the pockets to make sure his wallet was in it.
I went to a nice school…I can't remember the name as it has been well over a few thousand years for me since I left my home world…different worlds, different time zones…one day there maybe one year somewhere, ya get the idea…
Dallas had walked into town and past numerous stores and businesses before turning left into a rather Victorian styled school. Dallas grunted as a few of his lowerclassmen knocked into his shoulder as they walked past. They wore a simple school uniform consisting of long blue pants, white shirt, blue blazer, and an orange tie that Dallas wouldn't be caught DEAD wearing. One of the reasons why he like this school was that the upperclassmen got to wear what they wanted to…but that also meant the school prez was on a lot of cases where some of them wore inappropriate outfits…it didn't bother Dallas much as he learned to ignore the eccentric people here.
I had few friends there…but, it was nice for me…until some asshole decided to start killing people there…and eventually killed one of my friend's friends which started this path I walk.
Dallas walked past a group of students talking about another murder in the school and sighed thinking that whoever was doing this was fucked up in the head. He walked into the main building where the first thing you saw were rows of lockers made from blue stained metal and went to his own one. After opening his locker and grabbing his black bag with purple gothic designs on it he closed the locker door to see a sixteen year old smiling face behind it "Hello…Sera."
I liked Sera a lot…you could say she was the light of my day…how badly corny can I possibly get?
...I'm dead, what do I care?
Sera had straight honey brown hair going to the middle of her neck and green eyes. She wore blue jeans with yellow shoes and a white tank top that showed a generous amount cleverage under a button up long sleeved green jersey that was unbuttoned and a few sizes too big for her "Hahaha! HELLO DALLAS~" Dallas merely wiggled his pinkie in his ear at the yell while she twirled in place before stopping to look at him with a warm smile "What's wrong grumpy? Did someone wake on the wrong side of the bed~?"
"Quiet you."
I really did like her…heh…I even died for her…oops~ spoilers~…she's rubbed off on me…dammit. I am a Lich! I am not supposed to act all…Sera-ish…I WILL EAT YOUR SOUL AND EXPERIMENT ON YOUR CARCASS! There, that's better.
"Didcha-hear-didcha-hear-didcha-hear?" Sera asked rapidly as she bounced up and down making Dallas sigh even though his lips twitched upwards slightly at her overabundance of energy and child-like actions "No…what?" Sera grabbed his arm and started dragging him to homeroom "No-time-no-time-no-time-CLASS!" Dallas just let himself be dragged along…for the twelfth time this week…and it was only Wednesday!
"Why do I even bother?"
Why did I even bother indeed…
Sera dragged Dallas all the way to their homeroom and she accidently made him crash into the door "Sorry!" Dallas grunted as he peeled himself off the wooden construct before opening the door and walking past the apologizing girl before making his way to his seat at the back of the class. Sera followed quickly as she spied the teacher coming down the hallway and all but jumped into her seat that was next to Dallas's own before smiling innocently…which made her look even less innocent.
I laughed when she first did that, she still got in trouble regardless of the look. Good times, good times…where was I?
Dallas crossed his arms on his desk and laid his head down to try and drown out the teacher's ramblings about the recent murders and who was lost. Sera lost the smile on her face during that and lost some of her energy too when the teacher said the name of one of the murdered students that she knew. The bell rang signalling for everyone to go to first period. Dallas got up and Sera followed close behind him before glomping him and burying her face into his back making Dallas rub one of her arms softly before unwrapping them from around him and placed one of his own over her shoulders as he lead them to their next class while comforting the sniffling Sera.
I'm getting nowhere with this…skipping ahead, NOW!
Dallas groaned as he followed Sera through the corridors way after school hours had finished "Why the hell are we doing this again? I mean, I missed kickboxing for this…" He whispered the last part as Sera sniffed as she glared straight ahead "We're going to catch the guy that killed all those people…including…*sniff*" Dallas hugged her from behind making her spin around and hug him back tightly as he rubbed small circles into her back "Shh, shh, it'll be okay…we'll catch this asshole, a'right?" Sera nodded before the two heard a loud scream echo through the corridors which she recognized "Melanie!?" She took off running towards the source and turned around the corner as Dallas just realized what she did "SERA WAIT!"
If only I had known the consequences of not convincing her otherwise of going on this little 'stake out'…but then again, knowing her she would've gone anyway and then who knows what would've happened…
Dallas followed her down several more corridors before stopping when he saw Sera outside one of the classrooms horrified with the door slightly ajar. Dallas sneaked over and covered her mouth getting a muffled squeak before he motioned for her to shush and peaked through the door himself. His breath hitched when he saw someone in a long black cloak wielding a jagged dagger cut open a black haired girl's, Melanie's, stomach open and sifted through the organs that spilled out. "Hueck!" Dallas covered his mouth to stop himself from spewing but the noise of his near upchuck alerted the murderer to his and Sera's presence "Shit."
"Sera RUN!" Dallas pushed Sera down the hallway as he took off in the other direction and Sera bolted down the hallway before the murderer came barrelling out of the classroom. The murderer looked towards Sera's fleeing form before a tin trash can made contact with his head "OI ASSWIPE!" Dallas taunted him while making a 'bring it' motion with both hands "Come get some, unless you're too much of a wuss to take on someone your own size!" He ran when the murderer came after him and headed for the roof.
I admit it wasn't my best plan…but, it still worked…but not without consequences.
Dallas kicked the door to the roof down and ran towards the edge before stopping near it. The murderer followed close behind and slowed down seeing nowhere for his target to go as he twirled his dagger around "Nowhere to run now…" Dallas grinned despite his heart screaming bloody fear at him "Well, what are you waiting for?" He held his arms out in a 'come at me bro!' posture and braced himself when the murderer charged at him with the dagger ready to kill.
It was a stupid plan, a suicidal maniac's plan, a…well, it was my plan…
Dallas moved back a few steps and grabbed hold of the arm wielding the dagger as it stabbed through his heart "Now, to go after your little delectable girlfriend, fwehehe." Dallas grabbed ahold of the murderer through his cloak "Checkmate, asswipe…" The murdered noticed they were going off the side of the three story building and before he could free himself Dallas grinned and tossed both himself and the murderer over the edge of the school. As the ground closed in, the murderer stabbed Dallas repeatedly cursing him all the while before Dallas's eyes closed with a cocky smile left on his face.
And then the ground rose to greet its guests with open arms.
And there you have it, I died…I was a virgin too…yeah, yeah laugh it up…
But, as you already know…
Dallas gasped as his body screamed in pain at him as he opened his eyes to find himself on the ground with blood surrounding him…
I didn't stay dead for long.
Dallas looked over to see the murderer dead and lying in a pool of blood a few feet away from him before looking down at himself to see his body torn and broken and sobbed thinking he was going to die in pure agony…so he waited…and waited…and waited…GOD JUST KILL HIM ALREADY! Dallas grunted as his leg suddenly snapped back into place followed by his other leg "OW, what the-FUCKING MOTHER OF A CHEEKY DICKWAFFLE!" He cried out when his ribs suddenly seemed to crawl back into his chest and healed quickly followed by his arms being pulled back into their sockets with a loud "POP!" and his spine twisted back into place with a "SNAP!"
Dallas let out several more pained and uncomfortable grunts and noises as the rest of his body closed up and healed back into pristine condition "Fu-huhuh-uuuck!" He sat up and laughed as he ran his hands over his fully healed body, not even noticing the grey tint his skin had taken "HAHAHA! I am alive!" Dallas fist pumped before turning around to make his way home and jumped back when he noticed the now dead murderer again "YIPE!" He looked left then right before bolting for his home.
He didn't notice that his necklace was glowing with a vile purple hue and the white wisps that flowed off the murderer's corpse and into it as he ran.
(Don't mind me; I'm a regular line break)
Dallas opened his door and slammed it behind him as he huffed and puffed while he held himself up using his arms against his knees as support. He sighed as he made his way to his kitchen while scratching his head vigorously as it started burning for some reason. Eventually the burn became an inferno and he ran to the bathroom as he tore off his jacket and shirt before he chucked his head under the tap and turned it on full blast before sighing as the inferno washed away "Oh-hohohoh, yeaaaah~" He shut his eyes to keep the water out of them as he grabbed a towel that was next to him before running it over his face and hair. He rose upwards to become level with the mirror and pulled the towel away to see that his hair had turned a purple-like grey and yelled in shock "GAH!"
He jumped away before calming down a running his hand through his hair "What in the fuck?" He also noticed his skin had turned a slightly pale grey making him look slightly like a shut in…or a walking corpse that looked to be recently killed…which now that he thought about it, shouldn't he be? He did just…practically…come back from…the dead…oh my fuck…
"HOW IN THE FUCK AM I ALIVE THEN? Wait…I still have a heartbeat…logic has gone completely out the window people!"
(Timeskip: 2 days later)
It was nearing night as Dallas sighed and he pulled his hood over his ashen coloured hair that could be mistaken for a dull purple. He had unzipped the hood and unfolded it out of his jacket…nifty feature of the M65 jacket. He was on the run from some self-proclaimed 'undead hunter' that had started attacking him out of nowhere after walking down an empty street…despite looking like something out of the movie 'Blade' with the whole mercenary get-up the dude had some good equipment as it had forced Dallas to run…you would too if someone aimed a RPG at you screaming 'undead abomination!'
Guess he really was somewhat dead as he had been shot with a gun that shoots beams of light multiple times and they had hurt…a lot…he was glad he had skipped out of school now as this guy could've come after him while he was in class, though he couldn't help but wonder if Sera was alright, she probably thinks he's dead. Dallas sighed as he pulled his hood over his face more and blended in with a crowd in the middle of town…well he blended in as much as a pale grey skinned teen could.
"I FOUND YE, ABOMINATION!"-Oh fuck-"IN THE NAME OF THE LORD, YE SHALL BE PURIFIED!" Not this again. Everyone in the square looked at the clearly crazy person as he pointed right at Dallas before pulling out the light firing gun causing everyone to run away screaming except Dallas who was knocked down in the frenzy and his hood fell as well "Dammit!" The man walked towards Dallas's downed form slowly as he spoke "In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen!" With the last word of the apparent prayer the man levelled the light gun at Dallas's forehead as someone yelled out his name "DALLAS!"
(Play: Puella Magi Madoka Magica OST – Numquam Vincar)
"Sera?" She crashed into the man holding the gun sending him to the ground before she help Dallas up and apparently was unfazed with his new appearance "C'mon we've got to go now!" She dragged him down the street towards their school to try and get away from the fucked up priest "Sera, why are you trying to help me?" Dallas yelled over the pissed off curses of the fucked up priest "Right now? You saved my life, now I'm returning the favour!" They had reached the school and thankfully it was past school hours and everyone had gone home. The priest had almost caught up to them now making Dallas panic thinking Sera might get hurt and grabbed her before throwing her farer than he intended to the side just as a bullet of light went through his shoulder instead of Sera's heart "Heathen! Helping an abomination such as this one has signed your death warrant!"
Dallas charged with speed far greater than humanly possible at the priest with his fist reared back as the priest's gun was aimed at Sera's head, and just as his finger was about to pull the trigger the priest had to jump back as Dallas' fist crashed into the ground where he was stood and created a two metre wide crater. When the resulting dust settled, Dallas was seen glaring at the priest while holding his fist that had broken and started bleeding where the bone pierced the skin before the bone retreated back into place and the skin healed. The priest aimed his gun at Dallas again as his target flicked the blood off of his hand "Ye abomination! Why do you stray from the path of god and onto the path of a monster?"
Dallas' glare increased enough so that if looks could kill, the priest would have died several times over in absolute agony "I have no idea what you're talking about, but I won't let you hurt Sera!" And with that said, Dallas charged again and tried to clothesline the bastard in front of him only to get several light bullets in the legs turning them into torn flesh sticks making Dallas crash and roll past the priest before using his hands to spring himself back onto his now healed legs. Dallas was pushed on the defensive when the priest pulled out a fourteen inch blade that exerted an aura that sent unpleasant shivers down Dallas' spine and was hard for him to focus on it. The priest tried to hack away wildly at Dallas only to hit nothing as he was either dodged or tripped up by his target. Dallas batted away the arm holding the "Holy blade…" that something in the back of his mind whispery named and followed his instincts to plunge his hand into the center of the priest's chest and grab onto something that felt unearthly cold. The priest gasped in pain and unholy terror as he apparently knew what Dallas was doing to him. The priest reached his arm around Dallas to aim at the watching Sera and pulled the trigger just as Dallas ripped a transparent fist-sized wispy orb out of his chest. The priest fell limp like a puppet with its strings cut the moment the orb left his body.
"SERA!" Dallas ran over to her as he tossed the dead priest's body aside while the wispy ball was absorbed into his necklace much to his confusion before focusing on the wounded Sera. He knelt next to her form and picked her up and held her close to his chest "Sera? Sera! C'mon Sera, stay with me!" Sera's half-lidded eyes stared at him with warmth before she smiled and buried her face into his chest as blood poured from the hole where her heart was. Dallas could somehow tell that she was crawling closer and closer to death as his vision became black with everything either surrounded by white, grey, or dark grey outlines and saw the white outlines of Sera start to leave her body and disperse into thin air. Her body went cold in Dallas's arms as his vision went back to normal and he knew she had passed on causing tears to roll down his cheeks.
'It should have been me…'
Dallas held Sera's lifeless body closer as he cried and his necklace started to glow a vile purple.
'It should have been me…'
Several people came hearing the gunshots and saw Dallas crying over Sera and the dead priest face down on the ground and gasped.
'It should have been me!'
Dallas glared at anyone who got too close to Sera's body as police officers arrived on scene to try and get everyone away from the bodies so they could be taken away.
'She's dead-'
(Stop song and play: Bleach OST – Fade to Black B07a)
One of the police officers came over to Dallas before noticing the girl in his arms and calling for help as he reached out to comfort the crying boy and get him away from the scene.
'-AND IT'S MY FAULT!'
Dallas roared as ghostly purple flames surrounded him and Sera's body originating from his necklace burning the police officer to ash before rushing upwards to form a giant geyser of fire that turned the sky a deathly purple, three silhouettes formed inside the flames similar to the murderer, priest, and the police officer that screamed and wailed bone chillingly in agony. Several police officers grabbed their guns and opened at the screaming flames before the pillar fell like water and spread out all over the school burning everything and everyone. For every person that was consumed by the flames the fires grew and grew gaining more silhouettes, spreading out even further and faster with each one and the silhouettes occasionally reached out to pull people into the flames. Within seconds the entire town was in flames. The flames found no more souls there and started to spread further out. Minutes past and the entire continent was then consumed by the soul burning flames. Half an hour past and other continents fell, the oceans couldn't stop the flames as they bubbled and dried up letting the flames spread even further towards populated areas…and finally after an hour had past the earth was a charred wasteland. Now there was no living thing left to burn, the flames, now full of unending screaming and burning silhouettes, receded back to their point of origin and was absorbed back into Dallas' necklace.
(End of song.)
Dallas wasn't sure what happened afterwards be he remembered feeling cold and then his mind went blank, shutting down and retreating into himself.
(END.)
...Yeah…after re-reading it I can see why Karnsten69 assumed I was going for a 'Trollfic' or a 'Mary Sue/Gary Stu' sorta deal…it wasn't my intention as this is an idea that has been floating around in my head for a long time, way before I found out about fanfiction to be honest. Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you review this as I want everyone's opinion on this whether it be good or bad.
Thank you for your time.
Hollowsoul75, out.
