*author's note: So this is a fanfiction i've been thinking on for a couple of months, OriginDimension Neptunia. This is a tragedy of Gamindustri's past, and how it has come back to haunt the future. It'll have its angsty moments, and it will have its fun moments, so look forward to those. The first chapter will be way more light hearted. Let me know what you guys think, also if their any spelling or grammar mistakes, or even if I fuck the character names which I do on occasion, just let me know so I can fix it. Peace.
In the end, there was death. The goddess died, cut down by her knight. He screamed, and screamed, but he could not be heard. Life faded from her eyes, a deep sullen purple, replacing the once vibrant streaks of wonder, wonder that she placed in him.
A thousand years later, a miracle was born. She was born of the tragedy of that day, a way for the world to undo the sins it had placed on him; undo the sins of a lost man.
She fell from the sky in a streak silver. A unnamed goddess, tumbling to the Earth, crumbling into it with a cloud of dust. She rose to her feet, damaged, broken, but still fighting, drawing forth her blade.
Her opponent appeared before her, a machine clad in thick black armor streaked in neon purple. He bellowed at the sight of her, drawing forth a great blade with the sigil of a wolf etched into it, becockoning with its rageful eyes.
The goddess lunged forward, blade meeting blade. She was skilled, dancing around with a certain grace and elegance, but so did this black knight, who weaved his blade like water, twirling in a dance of death. He spun his sword at a quick angle, knocking the blade from her hands.
With his free right arm, he grabbed her, hoisting her up by the neck. His grip was so tight that she could not even let out a scream as he tossed the sword aside, digging into her chest with his other hand.
He pulled it from her; her heart, a small crystal that gave a CPU her identity. He took it away, crushing the collective Share energy in his hand. She was robbed of her throne, collapsing to the ground in human form. Even unconscious, she cried, cried for her nation, cried for the thing that was taken from her.
The knight heaved, sheathing the sword on his back. He was used to this. He was used to loss. And, he knew when he was being watched.
"Goddess Killer indeed." The robed figure said, clasping her gloved fingers together.
She leapt downwards, her shorter form dwarfed by the imposing figure that looked down on her. Her mask, like those used in dramas, met his gleaming purple visor as she looked up at him.
"Who are you?" The knight bellowed in a deep mechanical voice.
"An employer." She said simply. "Who was she?" She asked, gesturing toward the former goddess.
"Silver Heart, or the former Silver Heart." The knight answered.
"She had quite a significant amount of shares, even if you are the Goddess Killer I wouldn't think that you would have been able to beat her." The robed woman danced over to his left side. "You turned her people against her, dropping her shares, then you crushed her when she was weak. That's how you did it right?"
"Seem to know a bit about my methods." The knight said, a tone of mild surprise in his voice. "You said you had a job for me?"
"Yes, a very, very important job, perhaps the hardest job you'll ever have. I will pay you extremely well of course. Here." She placed a tablet in his hands.
On it where the familiar faces of four CPUs, Purple Heart, Black Heart, White Heart, and Green Heart."
"Hyperdimension." The knight voice seem to quiver a bit, as if the very mention of the word left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Four CPUs at once?"
"At 20 million credits per head. Do you think that will do it for you?"
"Fine."
"Before you run off, I do have certain...conditions." She lifted one finger, waving it in front of the knight, before beginning. "Leave their Hearts intact. There will be an agent who will pick them up. Secondly, do not take the Hearts from the Candidates, or you will not be paid."
"Why do you need four CPU Hearts?"
"Oh goodness." She laughed. "It doesn't matter if i'm paying you right?"
The knight pondered for a moment, before agreeing with a nod. The robed woman shrug her shoulders, as if surprised he actually took the job. After agreeing with a handshake, they turned their backs on each other, setting off to their own destinations, but not before the woman left him some parting words.
"You can contact me through the tablet. Also watch out for Planeptune's Candidate."
And so she left him, leaving the knight alone to ponder what she had said.