I re-uploaded this chapter, because I noticed a couple of unforgivable errors. That and I'm almost done with Chapter Two, wanna make my chapters longer.

The world cannot be moved by good intentions alone. Evil will always lust, and grasp, for power. All too often their machinations will succeed. Upon whose shoulders, then, does it fall to return everything to zero?

Letting out an exaggerated yawn, a young man walks through a grand hall. Decorative suits of armor flank him on both sides. His hair, the color of red wine, seems to gleam in the light. His eyes, still bleary from excess sleep, reflect his normally fiery temperament.

"Stupid Purson heir; so I went a little bit over my budget last month? I still got the job done. Blegh."

"Every… cries… punishment!" A voice resounds within the youth's head, startling him.

"Eh."

"Every sin cries for punishment!" The sight of an old man with an unshaven face and long silver hair enters his vision. A man that indulges in every luxury while those beneath him rot away, such a thing is a contemptible existence at best.

"Somebody… anybody!" The vision changes. A beautiful woman, waiting anxiously for the return of her beloved, however futile it may seem.

"Please ensure that justice is visited upon this demon!" The visage of the previous man is twisted and warped. Orange eyes look at the youth with a predatory gleam as a wicked grin separates his face.

A wry smile appears on the face of the young man. "I'll show him a True Demon," he then looks up, the shackles of sleep no longer binding him, and responds in a booming, dignified voice, "I accept the contract, my blood and flames are my oath!"

As darkness claims him, only one thought was on his mind.

"I should've done this after the meeting."

Let it be said that Deucalion Phenex is not a hesitant person. However, his quick-thinking and decisive nature brings its own special troubles. Two of which, he just discovered. Manifesting by crashing an execution in a fantasy world is probably not the best way to establish friendly relations with the locals after all.

"So, I have several spears being pointed at me, a couple of guns… no scratch that, I have a lot of guns pointing at me. Great. Yeah, I just love it when this crap happens."

Without any other recourse, he turns his head to the man whose execution was delayed.

"Hey, if I bust you out of here, what are the odds of us getting to the sewers… or something?"

"There's a sewage drain not far from here, if you follow me, I can get us both to safety."

The scion of House Phenex nods, "Then consider yourself a wanted criminal."

Blades of flame erupt from the young man's hands and cut the ropes binding his accomplice's hands and legs. Before any of the guardsmen can react, the flames release a massive cloud of smoke, covering the two as they retreat.

"They went that way!"

"Quickly, don't let them get away or it will be us the Prime Minister punishes!"

"I suppose you don't have another one of those tricks?" The man questions Deucalion.

"Unless you want this whole city block to erupt in flames, I only have one other idea!" Skidding to a stop he turns to the man he rescued, "Cover your ears!"

A foul scream resounds far and wide, dazing their pursuers long enough for them to slip into the drain. The smell of piss and shit smells much better, to them, than the smell of blood and sweat at this point.

"I owe you my life, Sir…"

"Ah, my name is Deucalion Phenex, but since we're partners in crime, you can just call me Cal or Calion… whichever you prefer really."

"I see," The man bows deeply to Calion, "my name is Shoui, and I was formerly an officer in the Imperial Army. However, circumstances and corruption caused me to be sentenced to death. And as such…"

"I see, you want me to rescue your wife. Alright."

Shoui plants his arms into the muck and filth, "Please, I beg of you! Since I have successfully—eh?"

"Well, I mean I don't quite understand what's going on. But I do know that this place is practically a watering hole for the corrupt and the wicked. So count me in! I can't leave innocent people to suffer like this."

"Yes, I know that we'll be able to save her! I never expected my savior to bear such a powerful and unique Imperial Arm."

"A… what? I think Shoui might be misunderstanding something here."

"Shoui! We know you have to out there somewhere!" A man clad head to toe in armor yells out, holding his blade up against the neck of a woman, "Surrender peacefully, and your wife will simply be a gift for the Minister! Resist and I suppose she won't be all that beautiful after me and my boys are—!"

He cut himself off as he noticed smoke clouding the entire area. The sounds of screaming, gunfire, and death could be heard all around. As suddenly as it appeared, the choking veil lifts itself, and in the midst of the corpses of his men stands a cloaked figure that smells of sewage.

"Hey, I don't know who the hell you are, but you better back off. I have a hostage, see!" The "guard" presses his blade against the woman's neck even harder, drawing blood.

Without warning, the figure launches itself forward, grabbing the man's sword arm with one hand, allowing the captive to go free. The other hand is planted on his face.

"Don't expect mercy from a wildfire." The figure whispers just as flames erupt from both hands. "An ending well-suited for an idiot. Well, shall we get going, you two?"

"Sir Phenex, I… I cannot thank you enough for—" Shoui attempts to give form to his gratitude, even if they are merely words. Speaking, however, proves difficult when one is so overcome with emotion.

"Hey, I'm just doing what I think is right. No need to thank me." Deucalion placates the sobbing couple. "But, are you two sure you're going to be alright? I mean, you're a wanted man and all."

"I had planned on joining the Revolutionary Army down in the south; you're quite welcome to join me."

"So this country is so troubled that revolution is the only option, eh?" Cal arises from the sewage drain… into a forest. In his opinion forests are better than that city. "I'm not quite sure why I didn't accept Shoui's offer. Maybe I'm meant for something more?"

"Hey Boss," Lubbock speaks up just before everyone was about to dig in to Akame's and Tatsumi's cooking, "My barrier just picked up something."

"Why can't I burn it?! Please for the love of—just burn, damn it!" The heir to House Phenex futilely struggles against threads. Never in a million years, did he ever believe that he would find himself bound by something as inane as thread.

"Well, at least you're a guy so I won't have to feel bad about killing ya." A cocky, amiable voice resounds from up ahead. Cal notices someone. A youth, he has to be in his late teens at the most, with vibrant green hair and matching eyes. His attention, however, is drawn to the red gloves the boy was wearing. Rather, the strings that came from the gloves.

"Who the hell sets this crap up in the middle of a forest?!" Cal shouts indignantly. "Are you some sort of soldier too? A serial killer? Damn it, I just have crap luck today!"

"Eh?"

"And another thing! If you aren't any of the above, then what the hell do you get from detaining and killing me?! This is harassment! Release me at once, you smelly little—!"

"I'll show you smelly, punk!"

And for the first time in a while, Deucalion Phenex found himself unconscious.

"So…" Najenda, the Boss of Night Raid, says before puffing on a cigarette, "You say that you assisted in helping a former officer in the Imperial Army rescue his wife and leave the country," a nod, "and after that found yourself not far from this location," another nod, "where you got caught in Lubbock's barrier and got into a verbal altercation with him. At which point, he knocked you out."

Three nods.

"Heh. I find it rather hard to believe but… you really have never heard of Night Raid?"

"Um… no. I kind of just found myself in this situation today. I don't even know the current situation all that well."

Hearing this, Najenda takes one last puff on her cigarette before discarding it, "So you're amnesiac?" She notices the slightest sign of hesitation before the young man nods, "Well then, allow me to get you up to speed."

"You see, the current Emperor is a child and…"

"I see," Deucalion pinches the bridge of his nose. It was a lot of information to swallow. "So essentially, the Prime Minister is exploiting the naiveté of his young Emperor, allowing for all sorts of political corruption that stems from the Minister himself. And you guys, Night Raid, are the ones who have taken up the job of stamping out all of the corruption while providing intelligence and cover for the Revolutionaries."

"Did you have to reiterate all of it, how slow are you?" The girl with pink pigtails criticizes him. "People like you would barely last here."

Cal turns his heads towards her, only to quickly look to the other side.

"Chihuahua." He mutters.

"Hahaha!" The blonde woman falls to the ground laughing, "I can see it! I totally see Mine as a Chihuahua now."

"Good job!" A brown-haired youth silently mouths as he gives Cal a thumbs-up.

"I'll kill him myself." She declares as she readies her rifle.

"Calm down Mine," Najenda speaks up as she begins to slowly walk towards the young man, "I have no doubt that you have your own reasons for concealing who you truly are," She whispers into his ear, "But if what you say is true, then how about it? Would you care to walk the path of carnage along with us?"

"I was planning on doing this anyway, so if I have some comrades it should be better. Alright, where do I sign up?"

"Heh, consider that your signup! Now if you would please introduce yourself."

"My name is Deucalion Phenex. You guys can just call me Cal or Calion. I look forward to working with all of you."

"You know Boss, since we've recruited two new members in such a short time. How about we throw a party!" The blonde, Leone, suggested.

"Ah, that's a good idea. I'll prepare the meat. All of the meat." The girl who was silent throughout the entire exchange, Akame, spoke up.

"I hope you get along well with everybody, Cal. As you can see, we're all family here. No need for formalities or anything." Najenda states lightheartedly as everyone scrambles to decorate and cook.

"Yeah, thanks Boss!"

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