Hello, Hollowsoul75 here with a new fic.
…First off, I'm bored and this is a test fic.
…Second, it may become something if I decide to continue it...if I do the updates will be slow as I will be focusing on my other fic.
...Third, this DOESN'T have a beta...anyone willing just send me a P.M or something.
I don't have much else to say right now…other than this story was made during a 'Well, why the fuck not?' moment of mine.
I don't own RWBY, anything from Dark Souls, the Persona series or anything used/referenced in this fic. I only own the OCs.
Chapter 0: Prologue – No aura, powerful semblance, acceptance.
For a long time, I believed my life was cursed…
A small six year old boy with curly brown hair wearing a white shirt and dirty brown pants glared at the tall adults outside with the younger members of the family. It wasn't fair, why couldn't they praise him like the others? Why couldn't they let him have friends? Why couldn't he have parents that loved and cherished him…it wasn't fair. He didn't know why they hated him, all he knew was, that he hated them right back.
I was told that I was worthless…that I lacked what made the people into the best Hunters and Huntresses in the world…because of that, I was seen as weak and insignificant…
The boy watched out of the window in his bland and empty room gazing at his parents teaching his cousins and siblings how to fight. He was just as old as them if not older than most but his parents trained them instead of him…why…why did they keep pushing him aside and leave him to fend for himself?
And for a while, I believed that...until HE revealed himself…
The small boy turned away from the window to glare at the corner of the room that was pitch black and somehow growling at nothing in particular. The source of the growling was hidden in the darkness but the boy could still see movement there, no matter how small the movements made by the hidden figure were.
He took me under his wing, he trained me, he fed me, he practically raised me…and yet, it took some time back then before I ever did TRULY depend on him…
The small boy scowled before turning away from the still deeply growling shadowed corner to continue watching his family train the newer generation save for him, the first born SON the family HEAD! Why did they push him aside if he was to one day lead the family? Right now it didn't matter to him; he had learned to be patient for what he had wanted through the actions of his parents and waiting for the shadow to bring him what he needed when it could get ahold of it. His bloated pig of a father called out telling everyone that training was finished, he didn't participate...he just watched, before calling the rest of the family inside for some announcement. The boy walked towards the door of his room and opened it as the shadow growled a warning at him as he would not like what he would hear. The boy ignored the shadow and made his way downstairs regardless.
The shadow crawled down and away from the corner and latched onto the boy's shadow to follow him.
He was right; I didn't like what I heard…it was then that I truly began to hate my family.
The boy stared straight ahead as his father spoke "In light of my daughter's growth using the family style and her achievements with her training…I have decided she has more than earned the title of being the family heiress, effective immediately!" Lots of people around him clapped but some were looking at the boy in pity, knowing what this meant for the boy. The shadow within the boy's shadow writhed in anger as it felt the boy's despair, one of the people that was actually nice to the boy called out "What about your son, your true heir?" The boy's father smiled cruelly "Why should I let that waste of space be the family heir, he is worthless without aura, and can only be used as a bargaining chip at best. Meanwhile my daughter has worked for it and I decided to reward her with the title, she even has her semblance already!" He laughed as the boy's world crumbled around him.
A few people concerned for the boy looked at him worried and were shocked when the boy's shadow started to move around on the floor like it was alive crawling up his legs.
It was then that he became the closest thing I truly had to a family…it was then that I learned the true meaning behind his strained and growled words when I first met him.
"I art Thou…Thou art I." The boy intoned with a dual toned voice without emotion as the people around him backed away rapidly when the shadows started growing red veins and lashing out at people "I am the Infinite Darkness. I am the Corrupter of Existence." The shadows converged on a single point behind the boy as said boy grew an insane Cheshire smile "From the Curses of Humanity I am born. From Thy Darkness I have Come." The shadows formed a humanoid shape covered in black ooze that started gaining more detail as more shadows crawled across the ground and merged with it "I am the Root of All Evils. I am the Bane of the World."
The eight foot figure formed dark and damaged silver armour with a blue shroud around his upper chest and wore a hawk-like helmeted hood. His entire body gave off wisps of eerie smoke that reeked corruption. A large greatsword that was stained black with corruption was held in its right hand looking damaged and oozing whispered curses, and it still looked to be able to slice through armor and shields with ease despite its damaged appearance. The most notable feature of it was the aura given off by its obviously broken left arm that felt like it would destroy everything you were just by being in its presence. The corrupted knight hunched over and growled lowly before it gained volume as the boy finished speaking "I am Angra Mainyu…"
"…And I have Come to Curse ALL IN MY WAY!"
"GrrrrrRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The figure reared his head back and the roar that escaped the corrupted knight was more of a mad howl belonging to a wild animal than it did to a human. The whole building shook at the force behind it and sent several people to the ground clutching their ears from the volume. The boy's father was the first to recover and stared in shook at the imposing figure of the corrupted knight that had set its sights on him "H-how…that's obviously a type of summoning semblance, you don't have aura! It's impossible!" The corrupted knight took a few steps forward making its armor rattle as it moved in front of its master before growling lowly while readying its greatsword.
"I have no aura and no one told me? I was despised and hated by this family for being weak and I didn't know why…all because of you…Angra Mainyu, kill him!" The knight roared as he swung his greatsword around along with his body in a 720 degree spin at the boy's father. Several people had grabbed their weapons the moment the knight started coming into existence and charged at him to save their family head, only to be cleaved in two along with their weapons by the living buzzsaw. Angra Mainyu twisted his head left to glare at the sniveling man who crawled away like a coward, proving to him the true nature of the man.
A pig. A greedy pig that only thinks for itself to sate its wants, by either taking his master's food away and eating it himself causing Angra Mainyu to hunt for his master, or planning to use the boy in an arranged marriage with the Schnee family which had already been done and finalized to get the Schnee fortune. Or, and for the record Angra Mainyu didn't really care about this next one, by training his daughter to become a prize to sell off to the highest bidder. Angra Mainyu had come across these pieces of information when it was still unknown to his master, and was both gleeful and disgusted. It was disgusted by the man and his nature, but it was gleeful because he knew he would get to kill the man and corrupt his soul into oblivion.
It was also gleeful that his master's sister would be thrown to the wolves so to speak and be used like a prize to be shown off. She was such a bratty spoiled bitch to his master…he would try to get a picture of the moment her life crashed around her if he could get his hands on a camera that wouldn't be affected by his corruption and turn to melted plastic…where was he going with this?
Nevermind, Angra Mainyu slashed downward at the tub of lard who rolled to the side to dodge. The fat bastard had the gall to plead for his life after making his master's short existence so full hateful, in turn allowing Angra Mainyu to take physical form instead of being stuck as a shadow…getting off topic again. His master's insane grin grew and grew as he laughed and laughed at the panicking fat pudgy man while several people went to get his sister out of the crossfire.
The boy saw this and laughed even harder in his mental breakdown "Angra Mainyu! Finish him and go after the others!"
His summon complied…most efficiently.
…And very effectively.
And all his sister could do was watch as their father was cut down along with several of her beloved family members that tried to attack her assumed weak brother…oh, how he proved her wrong…And it only served to make her even more determined to become the strongest Huntress in existence.
She would truly start that path when she had killed her previously pathetic brother and his summon.
It was at that point that I had set my sister on the path of vengeance…and set myself on the path of destruction.
"I will avenge you…father."
"KILL THEM ALL, ANGRA MAINYU!"
The memories of the following slaughter would stay with them both for the rest of their days.
(Timeskip: 12 years)
The boy, now nearly eighteen, sat against the wall of a white padded room while wearing a loose strait jacket that was a few sizes too big and hadn't been buckled together to keep him from moving his arms. He also wore black hakama pants and black shoes that were double knotted. His hair had grown down to his mid-back and had lost some of its life, making it loose its curls and was now colored a darker shade of brown than when he was six, it could be called a shade of black if you didn't look closely. His cyan eyes looked around the room and at the one-sided mirror as he giggled; he still found this place funny, even after spending over a decade here. The people were so understanding of him, and some even had ideas he could do when he was out having fun with Angra Mainyu.
The "fun killers" here were so scared when Angra Mainyu had answered his call when they tried to restrict his arms, and were even more scared when his summon had sliced through the hunters that had brought him here when they found him sitting in front of his burning village. Oh, their screams when Angra Mainyu's sword sliced through their bodies and corrupted their wounds with so many pain installing curses brought him into another laughing fit making his summon shift inside him. He had learned how to store his summon in his soul, that he figured was empty as it didn't have any aura in it so he thought 'why not use it as storage?' it was hollow anyway, and after a few years of trying and failing…his soul wasn't big enough to fit Angra Mainyu in there without trouble and extreme amounts of pain…anyway, it took him a while to do it but he managed it and now Angra Mainyu could pop out anywhere he wanted him to.
You're behind a wall? Fuck the wall, break it down.
You're in one of those Atlesian Paladins? He'll pop up right in there with you no matter how cramped it would be for the both of them.
Bathroom…he'll scare the shit out of ya.
He grinned at his mental pun and cackled when someone cursed loudly for some reason behind the glass. He soon found out the reason when a hidden door in the padded room opened and a man wearing a green suit and an orange scarf with grey hair and sipping a mug of some kind of brew. The young adult raised a brow at the newcomer before grinning as he summoned a roaring Angra Mainyu to scare him off, only for the man to raise a brow of his own before walking right past the summon without batting an eye at it. Both the summoner and the summon were confused at the man and it was only when he asked a question that caused them both to stare at him with shock that the man smiled slightly behind his mug.
"Axel Valentine, would you like to come to my school?"
After a moment of silence the now named Axel snorted before giggling insanely to himself.
"Well, when you ask so nicely…" Angra Mainyu growled as he took his place next to his master.
"How could we possibly refuse?"
(END)
Well, what do you all think? Please review because I want all of your opinions weather they're good or bad.
Okay, so I know that this isn't the Touhou/Anime X-Over, but this is an idea I had today when I was reading a Persona & Fate/Stay Night crossover. Having Angra Mainyu as a persona would be awesome, but I needed an appearance for him because for those who play Persona 3 know that Cuchulainn looks way different than his Fate/Stay Night counterpart. So my answer to that was look around for characters that had been either corrupted by something or were just dark to begin with…and so Dark Souls solved everything. The Angra Mainyu in this fic is NOT Artorias people, so don't comment about it, it is only the appearance (Which I don't own as stated by the disclaimer). And there will be nothing else relating to Fate/Stay Night (I do not own this either) as this is a straight up RWBY fanfic…there is only elements of what I have disclaimed, nothing more. Nothing less.
…though this may turn into a multi-verse fic because I can picture my OC in Fate/Zero acting as a fake master of a fake Berserker or otherwise…those that WISH (heh, inside joke...two for two, HAH!) for this to happen just say so and it may happen.
Okay, just because I feel like it I shall tell you this: It was my birthday on the 13th of this month. Seventeen and going strong!
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I don't have much else to write…meh.
Hollowsoul75 out.
(Those that didn't get the Puns...the wish is because of the Holy Grail in Fate/Zero...and the 'inside joke' is because Angra Mainyu resides IN the Grail.)