Author's Note: Hello, all! I am trying my hand on fanfiction, and this is my first work. Mind you, it's an original work set in the Persona universe, but I am using plenty of concepts present in series such as Type-Moon series (in which you shall see plenty). Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Persona, Megami Tensei, or any other series universe.

Chapter 1: The Offer

April 8, 2019

8:00 PM

"Vincent. Open up the door for our guest, will you?"

The black-haired man, tall in height, but otherwise not too remarkable in appearance, nodded as he walked and opened the door. Upon swinging it open, there was an old man who stood on a cane. He wore a black suit, and had a rather hunched posture. His eyes were like glowing orbs, his nose was crooked, and his smile was even more crooked. He had hair on the side of his head, but no hair on the top of his head. In other words, the old man in front of him had a rather eccentric personality.

"Good day, Abel. My name is Igor. I have tried to contact you many times before, but it seems you don't sleep."

The boy behind the desk, whose feet was on top of the desk, kicked himself away from the desk and stood up at his full height. He wasn't very tall, but not very short. A person of average height, really. He had blue hair with locks of black all over, that was somewhat long, ending at his shoulder, and eyes of two different colors. The left was purple, the right was red. His skin was more of a snowy white, rather than pale. His face was somewhat feminine, enough that people might mistake him for the wrong gender. He would be identified as male by a fair few, and the man named Igor could tell that the person in front of him was male.

"Yeah, I'm an insomniac. You can contact people through their dreams? Sounds kinky. Anyways, what is that you need to talk to me about?"

Igor took a seat down on the couch. Vincent walked over to the side, lighting up a cigarette as Abel sat down on the couch opposite of Igor. It was a rather small office, but the group could afford this much. Igor cupped his hands over the top of the cane, and grinned all too much at Abel.

"You see, I usually come to certain people with certain talents through dreams. It's the closest thing I have of contacting their soul. But, you see, I notice you don't sleep. Is there any reason why?"

"I'd like to keep that personal, Igor. Continue on."

"Very well. I come to people based on their destinies, and I reveal their future adventures to them with fortune telling. You might not believe it, but it is quite accurate, and it is the real thing. However, I can tell you have no wish to get one. The way you work, you prefer a business proposal. So I have one. A job offer, perfect for one of your trade. Do you wish to hear?"

Abel leaned back on his chair, and watched Igor quietly. The clock on the wall ticked for nearly a minute before Abel reached a suitable response and decision.

"Shoot it out."

Igor's grin, which appeared to be as wide as it can get, grew even wider.

"Very well. I appreciate that you think your decisions through and take responsibility for them. Such is essential for this job. Now, I take it that this office of yours is designed to run businesses in assassination. Well, what I am asking is a small-scale genocide. Such is your destiny."

Igor gave a rather cruel-looking smile, and an apologetic one as well.

"I suppose you should know that I usually do not request this. Yes, I must ask you to kill certain type of people. They refer to themselves as "Tuatha de Danann". I have seen your future, and such is the way you will take. I came here personally because I cannot contact you in the previous manners I had employed to reach guests of mine. Are you willing to take this job?"

Abel rolled a coin in between his fingers. It was an American quarter, a rather clean quarter. Abel observed as the coin slipped between his fingers, as if dancing with them, just to appear on the opposite side of the hand. Quiet, Abel considered the nature of the offer. Igor said it was his destiny. Igor was someone who talked to somebody in their dreams, which would be a natural turn-off to the teenage male and female in a middle of a rather great dream. Igor used fortune telling to tell somebody their future. What other answer was there to give, really?

"Alright, I accept your offer. Name the price."

Truthfully told, Abel was rather intrigued by the job spelled out by the man in front of him. Igor was a man who appeared to be shady, and somewhat crazy. But not everyone can find this office. After all, considering that Abel cast multiple bounded fields all over the edifice. It was meant to drive away any intruders, and allow people who really needed Abel's services for the job.

The fact that Igor is here means that he made the requirements. That, or he penetrated the bounded fields, which Abel found somewhat difficult to believe. A regular magi would be unable to penetrate seven layers of barriers generated through the use of thaumaturgy.

So Abel will listen to the man in front of him. Igor grinned at Abel's response.

"Very well. I shall tell you what I will offer. If it's money, I cannot that. I can offer, however, an identity, and services that are quite valuable for the job. I am aware acquiring such items cost money that drains from your own resources, but rest assured, I will make sure you don't have to pay a single penny."

Abel cocked his head to the side, and grinned.

"So I'm taking this job for no losses then? And you will offer services? Sounds sweet enough for me. Help is always a nice thing to have in any situation, and I appreciate it. Give me the information regarding my identity and the group the next time we meet. Where do I fly to?"

"You will go to a place known as Fujimura Town. You will find it to your liking. I must tell you though, the main part to look out for are the rumors that circulate in that town. They are worth investigating in this job. Rumors are very powerful things. The human imagination is perhaps the greatest tool that God has ever gifted mankind. Anyways, I must say, before I go. You look a lot like somebody I have known quite a while back. He was very…remarkable. I expect great things out of you, Abel."

With that, Igor stood up and left the room. Abel felt the man leave the premises of the edifice, and extended his reach, feeling Igor step out of the last layer of the bounded field. He still could not fathom how the man simply walked through seven layers of magic barriers.

"Vincent, you said that Katherine bought a summer home in Fujimura Town after you two got married. Mind if I borrow the place? Contact Stark and let him know to meet me on the way there. Oh, and sell this place. I have a feeling I won't need this room anymore. Keep the furniture. Do whatever you want with it."

Without hearing Vincent's answer, Abel stood up, grabbed his coat and as he pulled his arms through the sleeves, he walked out of his office for what would be the last time. Why he would sell the office he was working in for four years at this point, he has no idea. But just like the intuition that told him to listen to Igor, it was that same intuition that made him decide to leave his office forever.

With a snap of his finger, he dispelled his bounded fields. No need for those either. It would've made some great rumors though. Igor did say that rumors held great power, so who knows what would've popped up in this old building? Anyways, it would've been a waste of magical energy. He would need it to kill off an entire group.

A tall black-haired man with red eyes watched a heavily-dressed figure as the figure approached him with a offer for a job. This man was Cain. Cain had red eyes and black hair, like before, and his hair was cut at around neck-length. He wore a black hooded jacket that stopped at around his waist, and he wore a black shirt underneath. He wore black pants and black shoes, and although these clothes would better be defined as casual, it looked classy on him. In fact, his presence and appearance makes anything appear classy on him. Next to him was a nodachi covered in a black sheath and a claymore also covered in a black sheath.

Cain sat down on the rock, the moonlight illuminating his figure. He grinned at the man in front of him, as he just gave a very tempting business proposal. Cain's applying employer was a man in a coat of black. There should be a suit underneath that coat, but it was buttoned up, and Cain couldn't tell. The man in front of him was rather bulky too. The closest thing that Cain would say the man in front of him resembled was that of a Nazi soldier in the Third Reich of Germany during World War II.

…Actually, it wouldn't be too far to say that this man might be a Nazi soldier. A Nazi officer in fact.

The man adjusted the hat on his head, with a Nazi pin placed smugly in the middle of the cap, and cleared his throat. He then proceeded to push his glasses up, so that the moonlight caught the lenses and made the move much more impressive and charismatic on his part. Cain had to give him credit, had the man been dealing with other people rather than Cain, the move would have certainly impressed them and give them a more suitable impression of the Nazi soldier in front of them.

"Well, mister Cain, as you know, I seek to employ your services to engage combat against a certain group of people. Intelligence has dictated that there is a group of people with certain abilities that my group seeks to decimate off the planet of this earth. However, it would be greatly appreciated if you were to help us in our endeavors. We will supply help in any way possible. And we have a certain advance payment to give you for this job, and we hope you will accept it."

Cain listened to the man's words, than began to laugh. He laughed so hard that he doubled over. When he finally recovered, he stood up from the rock, and walked over to the man. He placed his face right next to the other man's, so close that their noses nearly touched, and smirked. The smirk Cain gave the man was so crude and sarcastic in nature that it would've offended pretty much anyone in the face of the planet. It took the man's best effort not to show his anger at such a rude face being made towards him, especially when he gave one of the best deals that could ever be offered to anybody.

"I will gladly take the job and that advance payment, whatever it is. I accept payment. But I don't accept services from employers. You see, accepting such a notion will be a rude understatement to my skill as an assassin. All I need is this nice black face, this nice black hoodie, my nice black shirt, my nice black jeans, my nice black shoes, my nice black nodachi, my nice black claymore, and my nice black heart. Of course, my face isn't black, but what does it matter? At least my hair is. All the tools I need to perform this job? Right here. So don't insult me any further, and I will carry out this job with style and grace. Do we have ourselves a deal?"

The man nodded stiffly, then added something else.

"While I do understand your desires, Mr. Cain, I must ask you to adopt the colors of our group. You seem to enjoy the color black, and you can do so in your own leisure, but my group prefers to announce themselves whenever they perform a job of some sort. Therefore, I must ask you to wear our company colors and pick a white uniform for the job."

The rest of the night went by silently.

Abel sat in the dining hall of a boat as the ship sailed to Japan, where Abel would then take a car to Fujimura Town, which had an industrial appearance, but was rural in location. It was the main location of the Kirijo Corporation, and the president of the Kirijo Group, Mitsuru Kirijo, also lived there, so the town is considered a hotspot, especially considering Mitsuru Kirijo's currently single maritial status. The company's original base was a city called Iwatodai, but they moved for unknown reasons, where they opened up a school there for the students. Besides that little tidbit of information, there was nothing else worth noting in terms of interest regarding the place besides the rather abnormal number of rumors that appear there at a given time.

Abel sat in the dining hall, finishing up the profile regarding his new identity and the specifics of the town that was given to him by a woman in a blue uniform going by the name of Margaret, when the doors opened up and carts filed into the room. Of course, most would believe it was food being served to Abel during a long journey from America to Japan that set off quite a bit of time ago (in which Abel arrived on the boat via helicopter).

They would be both disappointed and shocked to find that it was not food, but weaponry.

Abel threw the folder down onto the table, and walked over. Stark, his weapons supplier, walked into the room. He was a man of a tall and lanky figure, who always wore a white lab coat. He had brown hair that always seemed to shoot out everywhere, and a rather gaunt face, that never seemed to be properly shaven.

"Anyways, Abel, I provided upgrades for all the weaponry you need. For example, this sniper rifle right here. A Walther WA2000. I modified it to extend the range due to a slight increase in the barrel range, and I fixed up the scope for several more functions."

As Abel picked up the rifle and aimed it around, Stark pointed out several sub-machine guns.

"Those are modified M2 Brownings. They are usually much bigger guns, but I dismantled them and cut the firepower in half in the form of sub-machine guns. Still pretty effective in combat."

Abel began to test the weights and practiced aiming with the sub-machine guns, Stein picked up the last two guns.

"These two are modified from the guns you usually use in your missions. This one is the Luger P08 pistol, and this one is the Thompson Contendor. Modified quite a bit, and now they don't break, so you can use them in close combat. Any questions, Abel?"

As Abel picked up his beloved pistols, he shook his head and smiled.

"None, just a thank you to your effort. You do a good job as always, Stark. Oh, and I'm on duty now. My name isn't Abel. For now, call me Akira Kusanagi."