Chapter 1: Genesis
Hey-yo! Hello, everyone, Jamesbreaker15 here. Now, if you did not read my first take on the White Devil series, then just know that this is a rewrite/reboot of the original White Devil: Genesis! I am hoping that this rewrite will be easier for me to work with, and that this will be more successful. If you want to know the specifics, then just go to my profile and check out my story, the original!
If you are wondering about when this story is taking place, it is Post A's for the MGLN crew, and Post Colors for Sonic and Co.
But, without further ado, let's get to the story!
Greetings, my acquaintance.
I am pleased to contact you at last.
I know this may seem a bit off, but I know who you are, and what you possess.
You hold something of great power and value that has been the object of many wars and deaths.
With those powers, you think you are invincible, but that is never true in life.
Great power draws in other great powers. And not all of them are peaceful or follow you so easily.
I am talking of a certain group named the Time-Space Administration Bureau, or the TSAB. They are a group of powerful mages - magic users, if you prefer that - and they constantly roam the worlds.
They also search for great, powerful objects, which they have dubbed "the lost logia", and stop at nothing to retrieve it. They plan to keep it safe in their own hands. They will take care of it, because that kind of power is not for others to wield. People always want to take others magical toys away because they believe it is safer in their own hands.
I know that doesn't sit well with you all. So that is why I am sending you this. Recently, the TSAB has begun to uncover more details about the powers you possess. They will almost certainly come for you.
Although you may boast that your power is supreme, these mages are a different story. They are a different story, as they have dealt with many dimensional crises that rival even your most diabolical plans, and will overpower you if you underestimate them. That is why I advise you to take extra precautions against the Bureau. They will come for you, and you need to be ready.
Perhaps you are wondering why I am telling you this. I happen to possess another of those great powers myself. In fact you are not alone. Six more have received this message tonight. And I am offering you an alliance. An alliance against these mages. An alliance to keep our powers intact.
I will enclose information about the rest of those who possess the powers. You are free to work with them or attack them for their powers. It is your choice, and I'm no exception to it. But I am willing to work together with you, or at least alongside you to retain our powers.
I will be around in three days. During that time, choose carefully on whether you will simply ignore this, go against me, or go with me. Choose wisely.
Good luck.
A woman sat in a large, dimly lit room. She was wearing a long white lab coat and had hair that came down to her shoulders. The room was completely metal, its dark gray surfaces shining.
In the center, the woman was sitting in front of what seemed like a NASA control panel, each screen showing different data and charts. In the very center, a holographic screen displayed the message from the unknown.
The woman didn't show much reaction to the message except that her eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch. She leaned back on her chair, her eyes closed as if deep in thought.
Finally, she reached over and pressed a tab on the computer screen.
It expanded to show a cylindrical container made of thick glass. It was on the center of a round table, and had various papers and tools strewn around it.
Inside the container was a writhing mass of what seemed to be slime. The organic matter thrashed mindlessly against the glass, shifting its form every second, trying to climb up the wall, and then sliding back down.
The woman stared at it, transfixed by its appearance.
This could be the answer.
A man, dressed in a crisp suit, stood inside a phone booth, holding a phone to his ear. He slowly lowered it as it finished relaying its message. His face remained expressionless. However, upon a closer inspection, you would see him clench his jaw by a fraction of an inch. His knuckles grew white on the plastic handle of the phone. The man then threw down the phone, as if in anger.
The phone was ripped out of its main machine. Sparks flew as the wire snapped, and the phone dropped to the ground with a resounding crash.
The man slowly walked out of the phone booth.
Another man, also dressed in the identical suit, came up to the man. They conversed quietly, and seemed to come to a conclusion.
A rumble of an engine caught their attention. They looked down the street to see a black limousine slowly approaching them. It came to a stop right in front of them. The door opened. Without a word, they got into the car. Then they drove off.
A gnarled, deformed hand clutched a soggy piece of parchment as the man holding it read over it again and again. His beady eyes traveled over the paper over and over again, as if making sure that it was true. His hands were shaking slightly, and his face was white, but not out of fear. With one clean swipe, he ripped the paper in two.
He then went outside the room. Cold, salty sea spray splashed against his face, but he paid it no mind. He slowly walked over to the helm of the ship he was in. He gripped the wheel with both hands, and barked orders to the rest of the crew. They immediately complied.
The ship sailed smoothly over the stormy sea.
Somewhere unknown, there was a room. A room that was covered in white and gray panels. Machinery whirred in those walls, and an occasional clink of a gear or piston could be heard. Panels retracted and moved forward, lights shut on and off, and fire burned on the floor with a tiny platform in the middle of it.
In the center of it all, something extended down from the ceiling. Wires connected and hung loosely to the machines, and glaring lights shone down, as if waiting for someone to show up onto a stage, and start performing.
However, there was no sign of life in sight. Even if you went outside the room and searched through the white passageways and rooms, there will be no living beings. There were only machines.
A man sat on a comfy couch in front of a blazing fireplace. The firelight shone on the man's glasses as he read through the message carefully.
His face was a mask. He wasn't angry. he wasn't afraid. Certainly not afraid. Just...indifferent. He may have been a marble statue, for all the reaction he gave to the message.
He crumpled the note up and tossed it into the fireplace. The flames flared up.
The man stood up from the couch, and prepared to go for a walk.
Outside, a howl could be heard. That howl was soon joined by a chorus of howls, countless creatures all screaming at the heavens.
A metal clad hand gripped the armrest of the throne he was sitting on. The he played the message over and over again in his head, as if that would change anything. Finally, he shut off the incoming feed.
He then slowly raised his hand.
Outside, the guards were suddenly alerted to their master's orders. One by one, they stood up, and started marching towards the outer reaches of the facility. Others joined them, and soon, there was an army walking through the department grounds.
Inside the room, a flare of red light suddenly shone through the window.
Something hurtled through the depths of space. It left a streak of orange light through the void as it went. It went past Saturn, casting a brief shadow on the surface of the gas giant.
It went through the asteroid belt. The asteroids that were foolish enough to stand in the way were broken, bashed, and scattered throughout space.
It went past Mars. The red planet seemed to shrink in fear as it passed.
Inside, a black, clawed hand was clenched into a fist. He was not happy, not happy at all. How can this organization be foolish enough to go against him! Were they stupid? Did they not hear of how great a power he wielded? Well, judging from the message, that's certainly not the case. In that case, well, he wouldn't give them a chance to prepare. He would strike first. He would declare war on them if he needed to.
And he would start by attacking the nearest known world that he knew TSAB officials existed on.
Earth.
Plus, he was wondering how powerful those people were. This was the perfect chance to test them out.
The comet hurtled towards the Earth, carrying a malicious intent that the world had never seen comparison to before.
Uminari City…
It was that time of the year again, Christmas time. Hollies, leaves, baubles, Christmas lights, and other decorations all decked the store windows that were foggy with mist. Customers walked in and out of the stores, rushing to buy Christmas gifts for their loved ones or their friends. A light snow was falling, covering everything in a soft white blanket. People shivered in their winter coats, but they nonetheless had a cheerful smile on their faces as they walked about.
Amongst those people was a young girl with brown hair, an x shaped ornament and a yellow one shaped like two parallel stripes in her hair. She wrapped her coat around her more tightly as the wind blew into her jacket. She shivered slightly, but it didn't really matter to her.
The girl's name was Hayate Yagami. A once paraplegic and victim of a cursed, ancient tome, she was now the master of the night sky, with her guardians at her side.
Speaking of her guardians, a woman in a long, light green coat and a scarf around her neck walked beside her, her blond hair glinting with snow. Her name was Shamal, one of the four Wolkenritter and guardian of Hayate.
Right now, she was walking alongside Hayate, occasionally helping her stand when she stumbled. The rehabilitation was going on fairly well, and now Hayate could almost walk on her own, but she did feel some stiffness in her legs still. The curse had been powerful, and it would take time for it to wear off completely.
It had been almost a year since the book of darkness case, meaning that it was nearly Christmas. Hayate, along with Shamal, had been out buying gifts for the rest of the Wolkenritter and Hayate's other friends, Nanoha Takamachi and Fate Testarossa. Actually, it was Fate T. Harlaown now, since she had been adopted by Lindy.
Many things had changed since last Christmas. Hayate was walking, the Wolkenritter was even closer to Hayate than before, Fate had a new family now, and all of them, including Nanoha, were looking forward to working in the TSAB. They still had to go through some paperwork and stuff (hate those stuff), but it looked like they were making progress with their new lives.
But for now, Hayate's mind was not on the complications of getting into the TSAB, but rather, on the large bag of presents that she was carrying in her arms. She and Shamal had purchased quite a lot of presents, and Shamal was carrying two more bags in her hands. She had invited Nanoha and Fate over for Christmas, and they had happily accepted. Nanoha's two other friends, Suzuka and Arisa were coming over as well. This was going to be an awesome Christmas, and Hayate's spirit rose.
"Hayate-chan!" a voice called. Hayate turned and saw a girl with golden blond hair and ruby red eyes running towards her. It was Fate T. Harlaown, with a smile on her face as she greeted Hayate.
"Hey, Fate-chan." Hayate said. "Out Christmas shopping, like us, too?""Uh-huh." Fate said, walking alongside Hayate. "You'll never guess what I bought you for Christmas." Hayate said, with a playful wink.
"As long as it's not another cosplay costume." Fate said, with a pointed stare at Hayate. Said girl only whistled innocently.
"What makes you think I sent it? It was from an anonymous person." she said, but she had a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
"Only one person would give me a maid costume." Fate grumbled. "And you actually made me wear it!"
"Ahaha...haha...well, I thought it was cute..." Hayate laughed nervously.
"Did you buy me one again?" Fate asked suddenly.
"What? No, I didn't! What makes you say that?" Hayate said, a bit too quickly.
"Hayate-chan..." Fate said, half amused, half exasperated. Oh, the things being able to walk again would do to a girl.
"Hey look! It's Nanoha-chan's cafe!" Hayate said, pointing to their left. Fate and Shamal turned, and saw that they had indeed arrived at Midori-ya. Customers were filing in and out of there, and the people were moving busily around here. Still, it there was a festive cheer in the air, as expected.
"Let's pay a visit." Fate said, and moved to open the door.
Midori-ya
It had been a busy day for Nanoha Takamachi. Almost all of the seats were filled, save for some spots that were a bit more isolated. Customers came in, usually families and friends, sat down, had a talk, and then went out fairly quickly. But new ones came in just as quick. Midori-ya was quite popular around here, and they usually got enough customers to keep the shop going...but still, there was an awful lot of them today. Then again, it was Christmas time, so it wasn't too surprising.
Still, Nanoha thought as she manned the register, I could use some break. I mean, I did say I will help out with the cafe, but honestly...this is quite a lot for even a mage to handle. The last thing I need right now is...The bell on the door tinkled, and Nanoha inwardly groaned. Another customer.
Still, she had to make sure the customers were comfortable around this place, so she looked up at the person who had just entered the cafe.
And then her face broke into a wide smile as she saw her friends walk through the doorway, a bit of snow on their hair.
"Fate-chan! Hayate-chan!" she said joyously, moving over to them. Fate smiled, and Hayate replied, "Just thought we might stop by and see you."
"Thanks! I'm glad, It's been a busy day." she said. Just then, a customer called to her, proving her point. "Half a moment." she said, moving away to serve the customer some cakes.
"Well, this is a pleasant evening." Shamal said happily, looking around at all the people, celebrating this holiday.
"Yeah..." Hayate said softly, thinking about how this Christmas was quite different from the previous. No battles, no magical energy exploding in the city, no conflict whatsoever.
Nanoha returned to them, and grinned. "So what would you like?" she asked, suddenly businesslike.
"Well, we'd like some of your fabulous cakes...and then grab something for yourself." Shamal said, walking over to a table by the window side. The girls followed, and seated themselves around it. Nanoha quickly went over to grab some treats for her friends and herself, walked back towards the table, and then sat down, passing out the cakes.
"This is great." Fate said, taking a bite.
"What? The food, or Christmas?" Hayate asked.
"Both." Nanoha and Fate answered at the same time. They looked at each other, smiling. "We all know the answer to that." Nanoha said.
Snow fell continuously outside, piling up on the sidewalks and the window ledges. It was also beginning to get a bit darker, and the street lamps came on. People walked more briskly, shaking snow off their coats, heading home to enjoy their Christmas evening.
Nanoha gazed at the snow outside, thinking how great this all was, sitting around the table with her friends, all of them festive, and chatting to each other, thinking about what presents they were going to get.
The fall of the snow suddenly shut off, as if someone had turned off a faucet.
Nanoha blinked. She had never seen snow stop falling that quickly.
"Hey, Fate..." she nudged the blonde next to her. "I don't know if it's just me, but the snow just stopped...so suddenly." she said, a hint of worry in her voice.
"Hmm? Uh, it's probably nothing. I mean, I do want more snow to fall," she smiled at Nanoha. "But snow stopping isn't anything too extraordinary."
Nanoha sighed. "I guess you're right..." she said, turning back to her friends.
And then the world suddenly got significantly darker.
Nanoha's head snapped back towards the window. She got up from her seat, along with her friends. She hurried to the window, and looked up.
Dark red clouds swept over the evening sky. Red clouds were rushing in from everywhere around the city. It swept over the sky, obscuring the setting sun, the rising moon, and the few stars that were starting to shine.
"What's...going on?" Fate muttered, stunned.
A certain living room
A hedgehog lay sprawled on a sofa. He was anthropomorphic, and not like a real hedgehog. His fur was mostly blue, except for his chest area and his arms. He was wearing red and white sneakers on his feet, which currently rested on the armrest of the sofa. His gloved hands were dangling off the edge.
The hedgehog was currently fast asleep, his mouth slightly open, a book covering his eyes, and snoring loudly. This was none other than Sonic the hedgehog, the blue blur, and the fastest thing alive. Right now, though, he wasn't going anywhere. He just needed some rest.
Unfortunately, it was a rest he wasn't going to get.
A phone rang, breaking the silence (except for the snores) that had been present around the living room.
Sonic's ears twitched, he grumbled and turned over, too lethargic to open his eyes. When the phone kept ringing on relentlessly, however, he had no choice but to get up, shaking the book out of his face. He let out a huge yawn, and stretched his arms and legs. he then picked up the phone and answered it.
"Hello?" Sonic said in a sleepy voice.
"Sonic? is that you?" a quiet, yet urgent voice came through the earpiece.
"Shadow?" Sonic suddenly sat up straighter. "Why did you call me?" he asked. Shadow wasn't the type to call up on a Christmas evening and say hello. He wasn't the type to socialize either. So when he got an actual phone call from the said hedgehog, he knew something was up.
"Check the news." was the reply.
Frowning, Sonic picked up the remote and turned on the TV he had fallen asleep in front of.
The screen flashed to life. It then started displaying news footage, with flashes and gunshots in the background.
Sonic's eyes grew wider and wider as he watched the news. He then quietly turned it off.
"I see, so I guess you need me?" Sonic said, starting to walk out of the living room.
"I need some backup with me." Shadow replied shortly.
"Huh. This is unusual. You are actually asking for my help." Sonic said, a slightly joking tone to his voice. "I never thought this day would come."
"Don't get used to it." Shadow replied shortly. "I'll be at your place soon. Prepare to leave to Uminari."
"Roger that, buddy." Sonic said, and turned off the phone. He walked towards at door that said Garage.
Sonic opened the door to head some tinkering noises. He walked through the door and into the garage, past all the metal pieces and inventions that his best buddy made.
Standing over a work table was a yellow fox with bright blue eyes, pointy nose, and most importantly, twin tails.
"Hey Tails!" Sonic called out.
Tails the fox looked up from his work and saw Sonic. He grinned. "Sonic!" he called out. "What is it?"
"The usual. We're gonna have to fly." Sonic said, beckoning Tails over to a red biplane standing in the middle of the garage.
"Why? What happened this time?" Tails asked, immediately worried.
"Oh, nothing much. Just another villain with some diabolical plans to take over the world." Sonic said, hopping onto the plane's wing. "Nothing we haven't seen before." he added, flashing a grin.
"Don't be too sure yet." Tails said, getting into the pilot's seat.
"Ah, we'll be fine." Sonic reassured his unofficial little brother.
"Alright then. Buckle up!" Tails said, pressing a button.
The garage lit up, and the doors opened. The plane started to roll out, its propellers starting to spin. The wind picked up, and tossed some papers around.
"Here we go again!" Sonic shouted. "Just our average Christmas!"
Back at Uminari City
Everywhere around Uminari City, people looked up and gawked at the now red sky. It had a dark tinge to it, almost like the clods were bleeding. At Midori-ya, people were rushing to the windows to look up and see this unusual phenomenon. Nanoha, Fate, and Hayate all had their faces pressed up against the glass, looking at the sky. Shamal stood right behind them, also gazing worriedly at the sky. The shopping bags lay forgotten at her feet.
As the people of Uminari looked on in a mixture of horror and fascination, the clouds converged above the very center of the city. They boiled together, churning, splashing around like a cyclone.
A figure stood in front of a TV, displaying a live feed of the situation.
"Send them in." he commanded.
The clouds were now swirling on one spot above the city. It then slowly opened up to form some kind of an eye of a storm. Lightning flashed from it, lighting up the entire city.
Then, as the White Devil and her friends looked up in horror, black creatures began to fall from the hole.
-To be continued-