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Prologue

Relentlessly, he struggled.

The massive slab of iron that could not be even be called a sword was swung with practiced ease. Demons, filth, Voidlings and all manners of deformed creatures that reeked of evil died by that same blade.

The beasts that inhabited the abyss called Hell swarmed on the lone man. Every kill did not matter, the vile creatures were of infinite numbers. They took various forms, bloodhounds, writhing worms and massive bipedal titans. These beasts did not tire nor did they care for the wounds inflicted on them. All that they cared for was the prey, the Branded Sacrifice offered before them. They hungered for it.

But it would not be easy. The man fought on like the monsters he killed. Tireless, undaunted and burning with rage and hatred for this creatures. This was his curse, the last effort made by the dying God to kill him. He was thrown into this place. The Void's belly, a location in the Dimensional Gap. But what the God had not foreseen was for the man to turn into something else, when the man had killed it. The man was no longer human, far from it. He did not tire nor hunger.

Each swing of his greatsword killed a hundred of the creatures. He fought on. For what? He did not know, he could barely remember. It had been too long, far too long since he had been in this place. But the concept of time did not exist in that place. All that the man remembered was that he needed to fight. Live. Those were the last words that he had ever heard, uttered by a man whom he once loved like a brother but now loathed with utmost hatred.

Again, he brought down his weapon as one of the vile creatures tried to squash him beneath its feet. His weapon, Dragonslayer, could cut through anything. Nay, everything. Because even a God was not safe from that massive swords bladed edge. The very space seemed to distort with the speed and strength of his swings. But it was not space that he was intent to cut, it was the gigantic titans that attempted to kill him. And cut it was.

Inside the man was a monster, his only companion in this hell. But he would not have any other way, the monster was known as the Beast of Darkness. It was only because of that monster's maddening raves that he was alive today, but the monster wanted something from him. Not a moment passed that the Beast would not torture him with its words, yet he held on to that single thread of sanity.

The man, no, he could no longer be called a man but the shell of a man fought on. Where did his strength came from? Blood soaked the man's armor crimson, but it was not his own. Why did he continue to fight when he had nothing left to live on? His friends, comrades, were probably all long dead or on a path of their own. Casca, Schierke, Serpico, Farnese, Rickert, even that mischivious Puck and that monkey brat, what was the kid's name again? Isidro, it was Isidro... He could make a long list of all the people he had ever lost, but he was not a sentimental man. He had lost too many important people to him

"Why do you want to live? You have already lost everything. Let go, let go of those chains. Give me your soul." The malevolent Beast, no longer as consumed by rage as it once was, whispered sweet promises of a long and peaceful slumber to his tired and weary self. All he had to do was let go. But he held on. "Why? WHY!? WHY!?"

How long had he been here? A year, a century? Or maybe even a millennia... Within the depths of his mind, he hoped. He wished for a miracle to occur. He did not pray. Only fools and weaklings prayed. It would be the ultimate irony if he ever prayed. A man who had killed God, praying? Heh. He didn't know if his wish could be granted. But still he hoped, that even for just a moment, he would be given reprieve from the endless bloodbath.

And his wish was granted, but at a price...

-0-

"Hey Guts, you alright?" The boy looked towards the voice. It was his friend and the aspiring Hero, Luka. He knew that his friend was meek around other people; he was only this noisy when they were alone together like this.

He ignored the younger boy and focused on his task once more. "Huh, what's that you're making? Oh, a sword? Eehh!? I thought you don't want to be a Hero? But you're making a practice sword right?"

Slowly, the branch that he had in his hands gained form. How many years had it been since he accepted that contract? Eight? Nine? He had never bothered to keep count.

"Wow... It's so cool! Can you make me one too? Come on. With this, maybe I can go to that old man again. He promised me that he would teach me if I had a sword... But I guess this would do." He let the other boy pester him, Luka was the only one who approached him. Like him, Luka was treated like a stranger. They were outcasts.

All the other children at the orphanage were either too scared of him or to wierded out by his behaviour. Even the temple workers avoided him.

"You can have it."

Guts picked up another branch and started carving into it. The wood was soft and the carving knife was sharp, it was one of the tasks he did when he had nothing else to do at the orphanage. He had been left abandoned at the center of a burnt forest as a baby. Where did he come from? Where were his parents? The other kids at the orphanage were either the children of dead adventurers or abusive parents. His own circumstances were in a word, unique. But the people of this village hated outsiders, he was no exception.

He did not answer their questions. He knew who had brought him to this place, he knew where he came from. But they did not exactly expect him to say that.

"Eeehhh! Really! Thanks Guts! Woah, it's so light and easy to use. Oh, I almost forgot, here's some bread. Mother gave them to me this morning, she told me to share it with you. Let's eat it while it's still warm. Come on now."

Guts blew the wood carvings from his clothes as he stood up. The wooden sword in his hands was larger than what he gave Luka. He tested its weight and durability. It was good, the wood was soft and easy to carve but that did not make it fragile. He had seen very strange things in this world, the sablan tree was one them. It was a strange tree that existed deep within the woods of the nearby forest. The branch he had carved the sword from was of that tree. It was easy to carve with a knife but hard as iron when used to strike. It did not break easily.

Guts twisted and turned testing the wooden sword. It would do for now. He weaved through the air, remembering the feel of a sword. Luka watched in awe. There was only one word he could use to describe it, beautiful. As inexperienced as Luka was, even he could tell that his friend was no amateur with a sword. The very shadows around the black haired boy seemed to follow him, dancing, flowing.

"Wow... Where did you learn to do those cool moves?"

"I taught them myself. If you quit wanting to be a Hero, I can teach you how to use a sword." He did not like the next words that the boy uttered.

"But... you know that I can't do that. I really want to be a Hero you know?" He could do nothing, if the boy's resolve was that great. "Why do you hate heroes anyway? Don't you think it's cool? Being a hero?" He let out an audible sigh.

"Heroes are stupid, Luka. Not all Heroes are as brave and kind as you think they are. Heroes are only fancy titles for people who are strong. Because the strong decide what is right." Gut's pointed his wooden sword at the boy.

"That's not true. I want to become strong so that I can become a Hero, not the other way around..." He sighed, the younger boy was stubborn. The image of another stubborn boy appeared in his mind.

"You're an idiot Luka." A pot calling the kettle black.

"I know that. But still... I really want to be a Hero and, and... I want a world where everyone, even monsters, can live together in peace." The boy was an idiot, but he had the guts and the resolve to make his dreams come true. Maybe he could do it, make a world where everyone could live in peace. If it ever came to it, he would be there to help the boy achieve his dream. The boy's dream was far better than what that man had dreamed of. A kingdom, an empire built upon the foundation of the blood and tears of others.

"If you can hold on that dream until you're eleven winters old, then I'll teach you how to fight." He looked at the boy who's eyes were shining with anticipation.

"Really?"

He had learned too late in life that there were things more important than money and himself, the people who looked up to him, the people who cared for him. So in return, he protected those he cared about, that was all that was important to him. Luka, as stupid as the boy is, was like a brother to him.

Guts grunted in affirmation. "But you'll also have to promise me that you don't get into trouble because of it."

"Alright! I'll hold you to that okay? Mmmhh, mmmhh." The boy nodded happily. "Then, it would be three more springs then..." Would the boy really remember it? He didn't doubt it, Luka was very much easy to fool. But he wouldn't lie to the boy, he was also prone to keeping his promises. All of them.

Guts took one of the bread Luka had offered ealier and made a move to leave.

"My break's over, I'm going back to the orphanage. Make sure to get home before the sun is down."

"Okay, will you be here again tommorow? Aunt Betty asked me to invite you over if the temple workers would allow you..."

"I'll think about it. I'll be going then."

"See you tommorow then."

Guts waved a hand in a gesture. He had been feeling the itch again. Though the mark was no longer there, it would sometimes itch when ill intent was directed at him. It also still drew beings from the dark towards him. He sped up his walk to a half jog. But what came to him were weaklings, far too weak to be even called a challenge. Even with his child-like body he could kill this mutts with ease.

A bark echoed from behind him. They were coming again, he was lucky that he had noticed them earlier. Or Luka would have been drawn to it. Guts slashed as he turned towards the sound. The creature was hit by the blunt of the wooden sword and was sent towards a tree with a crash, the tree bark shattered with the impact. He was strong, far stronger than even a grown man. He had known of this fact because it was a part of his contract, he was in a weakened state. But in his current form, he was far more human than he formerly was.

The creatures that looked more like stray dogs than the large wild wolves that he was accustomed to encircled him. Typical. He leapt toward the side by instinct while simultaneously swinging his wooden sword. The creature which had tried to tackle him was sent flying towards the others. They fell like a stack of logs piled over the other. They bared their sharp teeth in hostility and fear.

Guts looked around him to search for the leader of the pack. It stepped forwards on its own, he let slip a manic grin. The creature was larger than the others, twice the size of a normal dog. But it didn't matter. He was no prey, he was the predator.

The earth cracked below him as he lunged towards the alpha of the pack. With blinding speed, he tore through the creature by brute force. There was no blood but black sludge that dissipated like mist was staining his face. He killed of the rest with ease.

The itch was gone. Guts looked to his hands. Blood, there was blood on it. He had been careless and one of the creatures teeth had made a gash on the back of his hand. He tore a piece of his ragged shirt and wrapped it arount the wound. That would stop it the bleeding for now, he gathered some herbs from the area and applied it.

There were plants, that had existed in his previous world, that were here. He had to thank Shierke for teaching him about this stuff. He turned towards the direction of the village. It was late afternoon, a time when most people enjoyed a good rest in their homes. Guts made his way through the village gates. The two guards that were posted by the gates were half-asleep, one of them looked up but said nothing as he passed through.

People stared at him and whispered behind his back as he walked past them. He ignored it, he was used to it by now. His sensitive ears could pick up the whispers and the names they called him.

"Hey isn't that the wierd child who always goes to the forest at noon? They said he had once wondered deep into the forest but the monsters didn't attack him. Strange isn't it?"

"You know what I heard? They said that the monsters were scared of him."

"No that not it, isn't it because he's a monster himself? I heard the guards talk about him and they said that he once came back to the village covered with small blood. They never said who's it was, but I think it was a persons. Monsters don't exactly bleed red, right?"

"Why does the orphanage allow that boy to stay in there anyway? He's more like a curse."

"You mean like the cause of the famine lately? Yeah, I even heard the hunters talk about seeing the boy near the Troll's Cave. You know how the earth there is cursed right?"

"More like blighted. No plants ever grew there, even grass. Hey do you think it was that kid's fault?"

This baseless rumors again. It would probably cause him some trouble later, but he ignored it in favor of making his back to the orphanage in time. He wasn't afraid of being punished or anything but one particular female among the temple workers was a pain to deal with. He made his way towards the building adjacent to the temple. The orphanage was a part of the temple, donations and payments to the priests was what kept the orphanage from falling apart. He sneaked his way slowly towards the door to the kitchen.

"Guts! Where have you been again? You're late, go and wash your hands. You're on peeling duty today." It was the beautiful young nun who had been assigned to this place a few months ago.

"Alright." He made his way towards the basins of water when a hand reached for his shoulder. He stiffened uncomfortably. He looked at the pale hand that was on his shoulder before he relaxed a little. "What is it Merielle?"

"Your hands, show them to me." He didn't move, he just stared back at the woman. "Areus, show me your hands."

Guts turned to the woman in frustration. How many times had he asked her not to call him that? It was what the priest had given to him as his name, his baptismal name. It was a blessing from Ilyas they said, even though he had been missed his baptism because he had slept in the woods that day.

"You're hurt again. Oh you... what am going to do with you, you unruly brat. This cut, it was made from a wolf's teeth. Please tell you haven't been going to the woods again."

"I didn't, I was just nearby outside the village walls." The woman was beautiful he could give her that, if only she stopped pestering him about every little thing. Merielle was a former adventurer before she became a nun, that was why her body could be called well tone and sexy. She was a woman in her mid-twenties. He had never heard the circumstances regarding her directly, but he had heard from the rumors going around that Merielle's fiancee had died. That was what had caused this woman to turn towards the path of celibacy.

"You're lying, you know I hate liars. Now tell me the truth, the wolves don't exactly go too near the village walls. There's an enchanment that keeps them away." The enchantments that she was talking about was the magic that kept out all monsters from entering the town, it was effective. It was even able to keep the annoying evil spirits from going after him. Maybe this was because they were weaker in this world.

"Alright, I went too near the woods again today." He let the woman have her way, he couldn't exactly tell her the truth right? That could get him into more trouble.

"That's better. Now come with me to my room and let's take care of that." He followed after the woman, her silky golden hair cascading behind her as she walked with a feline grace. They entered a plain and simple room. There were no other furniture inside aside from the bed, a table, a chair and a cabinet.

"Now sit on the bed." He did as commanded. The woman searched though one of the bags that were on the base of the bed and brought out bandages and a bottle of ceremonial wine. Merielle poured the wine on the gash before wrapping it in bandages. He never showed any expression or sign that it stung when she had poured the wine on the wound. "That's better. As punishment for going to the woods again, you'll be going shopping with me tommorow."

"Fine..." He learned from others that it was better to let a woman have her way than argue with it. They say you'll never win, he guessed they right.

"Now let's go back to the kitchen. Were having a special menu today, the priests are having a mass for the heroes who are arriving tomorrow. Isn't it great?"

He looked tiredly at the woman but kept quite. Another uneventful day in his life. Secretly, he enjoyed it. It was peaceful, quite and simple. But he knew these days would not last. He had a contract to fulfill. To kill another God.

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A.N.

This is mainly a Berserk x MGQ crossover but with some elements from other anime and games. I'm writing this for fun. I don't expect much out of this but please review. I dunno, just tell me what you think if you've read it.

On a side note, this will get a hint of romance in it. Uhh, Alice x Guts pairing. Nope, not a harem. But I guess it's in a main character's profile to have multiple members of the opposite gender attracted to the MC. Anyway, please review. If it's shit, then say it's shit. But tell me why. This chapter's pretty short, but if I can get enough interest in this, I'll probably update this more often. I know that the Berserk crossover archive is pretty small though...

Ah, and Gut's character was based off from the latest chapter in the Berserk manga and what I guessed would be what he would become. Some parts will still seem OOC though, dunno bout that.