I should copyright this 'fallen' shit seriously. Before any of you gets your hopes up, this will in no way be a full fic, just a very fast forward chapters of how Tatsuya would act as an antagonist.
Do guess who the protagonist of this will be.
Short chapter. Tell me if you'd like to see more and spoiler... the other games are involved too.
Tatsuya crawled his way out of the ashes of the shrine, his concussed, scarred mind barely able to think through what had happened-
There was an argument-
There was pushing and shoving-
The shrine was locked-
The shrine was burned-
Someone attacked him. Someone attacked Bis Sis.
"Ugh..." Tatsuya held a hand to his forehead and limped his way forward, still trying to process what had happened.
Maya.
Tatsuya Sudou...
"It all started..." the young brunette looked up at the sky, the argument which later escalated to forceful detention flashing across his eyes. Maya had to leave the area and to prevent that, his other... 'friends' locked her in the shrine. When he voiced his objection, they locked him in too. "Because... because of them..."
Where was everyone?
Where...
Where was Maya?
"Maya?" Tatsuya called out, moving back towards the wreckage of the shrine. He called her out a number of times, his mind still hazy and way too drained to remember and act rationally. "Where are you!?"
"Hey!"
His screaming grew in volume.
"Lisa!"
"Eikichi!"
"Jun!"
Tatsuya shouted their names, tears forming and running down his face. He snapped back to the shrine and kept shouting Maya's name, knowing she was seriously injured and the only reason she survived the madman was because he had caught him off guard with a surprise attack. The man later retaliated and beat the shit out of him before departing.
The night was horrible.
"..."
"All because of them..."
The Masked Circle was no more.
They were no longer his friends.
They had almost killed him.
THEY HAD KILLED MAYA-
"Tatsuya..."
That cold, almost demonic voice snapped him out of the shouting and he swiftly raced the direction of the chilly whisper. Tatsuya looked around and spotted no one but the voice called him again, beckoning him to follow and while it was demonic, it was soothing as if it had the answers for everything. Despite his soul screaming at him to run off, Tatsuya listened to his damaged mind and followed the voice, deep into the cave at the back.
They had never ventured into the cave as it was always spooky but this time, Tatsuya was alone and for some reason, despite the chills and silence, he appreciated the little calmness it brought as with every step he got closer and closer to his dreams.
"They did this to you..."
"..."
Tatsuya kept on walking-
"Some friends they are..."
"Friends?"
"Your psyche is so full of rage, young Tatsuya..."
Tatsuya held a hand against his burning forehead. That was true and all that rage was directed towards-
"They killed Maya, didn't they?"
"They did..."
Tatsuya fastened his steps.
"Come closer..."
"Ugh..."
The young brunette rounded the corners, swiftly moving through the pits as if he knew the layout of the cave by heart. His damaged legs started healing up because HE was calling.
"Come here for vegeance..."
"Come here for retribution..."
Tatsuya stopped at the far end of the cave, panting and shivering like crazy. The place was completely covered in dense darkness but even then, he managed to see the thing slither amongst the shadows, his unholy frame visible but only barely.
"Come to the Crawling Chaos..."
Tatsuya reached out when the evil one called for him, pushing his hand into the abnormal shadows and yelling when something grabbed a hold of him, pulling him into the darkness, corrupting his souls and killing him from the inside, all in the name of-
"Vengeance..."
"Come to Nyarlathotep..."
The memories started flashing but this time they were tinted red, red with the bloodlust surging in his veins when he remembered their actions.
"Jun..."
"Ekichi..."
"Lisa..."
The Masked Circle was dead.
Just like Maya.
There were no dreams to fulfill.
No masks.
No childish gimmicks.
There was only vengeance.
The new servant of Nyarlathotep stepped forward, cracking his neck as his evil persona kept hammering his goal into his head-
"Make all of them suffer..."
"Until they remember..."
Nyarlathotep had chosen his player for the bet.
Philemon would have no chance.
Short build up chapter. The next one will expand and detail a lot. Do tell me if you are interested or if this flat out sucks! o/ whatever works.