Man, I really should stop doing series. I am unmotivated to continue with Phantasmal Blades so I'm sorry to any of its fans. PM me if you want to adopt it, because I lost all motivation to continue it. This story is a Devilman x Fire Emblem Fates crossover. I'm going Revelations Route with my own twist on things. Anyways I've done enough talking, on with the story!

Birth of a Devil

"Side with Hoshido, or side with Nohr? What is your answer Corrin?!"

Corrin awoke from his…dream? Nightmare? He couldn't tell, but something about the dream unsettled him. Maybe it was the fact that Hoshidian and Nohrian royalty were fighting over him, the realism of the dream, or the fact that before he awoke, one name stayed with him, but he had no idea who it belonged to…

"Amon…" Corrin grumbled groggily. Around him, three servants were present. Two similar looking maids and a dashing butler. They shared a confused look, but it shifted to satisfaction when Corrin's messy white hair rose up.

"Well that's a first, Lord Corrin. Usually we'd have to ice you to wake you up." The blue haired maid said to the disheveled mess of white before her.

"And I'd prefer you didn't wake me up like that. It's not a nice feeling Flora…"

"I'll keep that in mind, Lord Corrin."

"Anyways, why did I need to wake up?"

"Oh, Milord! Did you forget? You have a sparring match with Prince Xander today." The pink haired maid piped in.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot! Thanks a lot Felicia, don't know what I'd do without you!"

"O-oh…! I'm not sure whether to be flattered or disappointed…" Felicia said, cheeks as pink as her hair. "Now then, time to get out of bed Milord!"

"Yeah, alright… How's my armor Jakob?"

"I have taken the liberty of readying your armor, and, er, pounding out the dents. Your brother is a fearsome opponent, is he not?" the diligent butler said.

"He sure is Jakob, he sure is…"

xxXXxx

"Again!"

"Graaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

"Too weak! Try again!"

"Dammit!"

Xander has always been a strict teacher to Corrin. He molded him into a warrior and wants him to use his sword for his country. But at this rate…

"Corrin, I'll say it again. Fail to land a hit on me, and kiss all hopes of seeing the world outside the fortress goodbye!" Xander yelled at Corrin, trying to get him to rise back up and try again. To his delight, his little brother steadily rose back up, but with a dejected look on his face.

"Damn… after all this time… And I still can't land a hit! You're just too good Brother!" Corrin panted.

"No. I guess you're just too weak." Xander then used his Royal Power to activate a Dragon Vein. "Here, heal up here and try again. I think you're just tired." Corrin shared a smile with his older brother as he basked in the healing aura of the dragon vein. "It's always bothered me how you are able to sense the dragon veins, but cannot use them…"

"Yea, it bugs me too. It's like having a meal in front of you but the waiter says it's for display only…" Corrin sighed as he looked up at Xander. "Maybe I'm not actual Royalty. Maybe I'm just some bum you picked up off the side of the road…"

"Don't be silly Corrin! The mere fact that you can sense the Dragon Veins is proof that you're royalty!" Xander then stood back up as he faced Corrin again. "Now then, no more of this depressing talk little Prince! Now we fight to decide whether or not you leave this place!"

"Heh, you have such a way with words Brother, you could become King if you wanted to… fine then, have at you Xander!"

xxXXxx

"Well then, I can safely say you are ready to leave the Fortress little Prince."

"Yeah…But I could've gone without the constant thrashing…"

"Regardless, Corrin is now able to leave the Fortress now. How do you feel brother?" The Dark Prince Leo asked, who just joined them.

"Hmm… I feel like… Your collar is inside out!"

"What in the- Oh gods dammit all! Why didn't you let me know sooner?!" Leo then stormed off, fiddling with his collar while fuming along the way.

"Oh, poor Leo… What would he do without us?" Xander sighed.

"Well, I for one think he'd do fine, but it makes me worry all the same…" A seductive voice rang out. "Did you get hurt at all, dear brother? If so, let me take great care you~"

"I'm fine Camilla, thank you. I appreciate the worry." Corrin smiled back, making Camilla giggle.

"If you say so, my dear Corrin~" The seductive way Camilla talks have always unnerved Corrin, but he never let it get to him. So, the whitehead simply sighed as his sharp ears suddenly perked up. He looked up and saw Leo return with his little sister.

"Big brother!" The girl said as she tackled him into a hug. "I missed you so much!"

"Heheh, as much as I love the hugs Elise, what's the occasion?"

"Well, there's the fact tha-" Leo was cut off by Elise butting in.

"WE'RE GETTING YOU OUT OF HERE!"

"Wh-what?! Really?!" Corrin looked towards Leo, who only shrugged.

"It's just as she said. Father did say that once you were able to best Xander, you'd be able to leave did he not?"

"I mean yeah, but that's…wow…" Corrin stared off to look at the walls of the fortress. The pitch-black wall that cut off all outside contact, the only light he saw was the flames of the torches. He had to admit, it got rather lonely without his servants. He was glad to finally leave the fortress and see the outside world for the first time. "Already huh? I can't wait…"

"Now then, Little Prince, it's time for you to serve your kingdom with pride and honor. Gather your things, we'll be departing soon." Xander said as he grasped Corrin's shoulder firmly. "Make us proud, brother."

xxXXxx

After a few days, the group of the 4 Royals, Corrin, Felicia, and an aging knight named Gunther made it to Castle Krakenburg. Once inside, they made conference with Nohr's ruler, King Garon.

"It seems you've made it here without any problem. Good." The King spoke in a gruff tone.

"It's a pleasure to be back in your presence, Father." Corrin said whilst bowing.

"Hmph… I hear that you've become a formidable warrior in your own right, even going on par with Xander. And this is all without being able to use your Draconic Powers?"

"Y-yes… I can only sense the Dragon Veins, but I can't use them…"

"Hmm… It's fine then. Even if you can't use the powers of the First Dragons to its fullest, you are still a Nohrian Weapon. Speaking of which…" Garon then pulled a sword out from a sheath by his side. It was pitch-black and covered with purplish lines. Or were those cracks? Corrin couldn't tell. "Take this weapon, the Ganglari."

"Whoa…" Corrin awed at the sight of the black blade, testing it's weight before holding it by his side. "Thank you, father for the generous gift. I will not let you down!"

"Now then, it's time to put you to the test. Guard!" Garon barked. "Bring out the prisoners!"

"Yes Sire!"

'Prisoners…?' Corrin thought. 'Are they brigands, or are they something else? I do remember we're at war with Hoshido, so maybe they're-' Corrin's thoughts were cut off as he saw a decently large group of Hoshidians before him.

"They're prisoners of war. Show them no mercy my child." Garon said darkly. Corrin stared at them for a bit before shaking his head.

'No, I can't let these thoughts blind me. They've probably committed actions against Nohr that brands them as criminals. I must deal with them swiftly.'

"Felicia, Gunther! Let's strike them down!"

"Yes Milord!"

"Of course, Lord Corrin!"

A green-haired ninja amongst the prisoners perked up at the name. "Corrin… can it be?" His partner looked at him sternly, which brought him out of his trance. "Yes, sorry Rinkah. Let's deal with them. If we die, we're taking one of them with us."

"Good. Let's go Kaze." Rinkah said as she got into a battle stance. With one fluid motion, Rinkah rallied the Hoshidians and rushed to fight the Nohrians. "Show no mercy!"

"Kill them all." Garon said before sitting back down in his throne.

'Kill them, did I just hear that right? No, that's wrong. I should merely incapacitate them. Criminals or not, killing is wrong!' Corrin thought. "Guys don't kill these prisoners, you are to only incapacitate them." He whispered to his 2 servants. They looked shocked at his request but complied nonetheless. The trio then went into battle against the mini army.

Throughout the battle, blood was spilled all over the place as soldiers were falling unconscious. Kaze and Rinkah were battling hard against the might of Gunther, but they couldn't pierce his defenses. Gunther then managed to strike down Rinkah, leading her to skid across the floor, falling unconscious in the process. Kaze was starting to get desperate, until he saw that Corrin was on his sword and gripping his head. Felicia was trying to heal him, but it wasn't working. Kaze wanted to strike him then, but Gunther kept too much pressure on him to attack him.

The mass bloodshed in the arena resulted in some soldiers dying of blood loss. The violence gave rise to something else. Although the many other desires weren't present, the presence of such blood and violence created a rift in the arena. It was closing fast, but a being had made its way through the small dimensional rift. It gazed upon the battlefield and saw its target: A white-haired boy who seemed to be stricken with fear. A perfect vessel for him, it thought. It made its way to the boy's mind. He was going to spread his chaos across this land.

Corrin was afraid. He was afraid of killing others, he was afraid of dying himself, and he was afraid of losing those he cherished. He didn't want them to die because of him. Suddenly, he was engulfed in darkness. He couldn't even think whilst in the darkness, for he was to afraid. He wanted to run, but he ended up staggering and clutching onto his sword for support. He looked up and saw a face that made his blood run cold. A pair of yellow eyes and an inhuman smile. It seemingly laughed at his misfortune and then reached out to grab him with a red hand. Corrin then did something that surprised the being before him. He stood up before it and held Ganglari at it. It then retracted its hand and with its smile still plastered on its nonexistent face, decided to speak with Corrin.

Human, I'd suggest you put down your weapon. You'll only make this a lot more painful for yourself.

Who are you? And why are you in my head?

Heh, who am I? I am the Hero of Bestia, the mightiest of all Demons, I am AMON!

Amon…? Strange, I feel like I've heard that name before… but at the same time, I don't…

What are you mumbling about human? Your last words before you are fused with me?

Wha-no! I don't even know what you even want. You call yourself a demon, but aren't they just fairy tales?

Ignorant fool… I've only come for one thing alone: To take a human body so I may destroy all who dare oppose me!

Damn demon… I won't let you! I refuse to let you use my body for such a horrible thing!

You have no choice human. Now surrender your mind and die!

I REFUSE! YOU DIE, YOU DAMNED DEMON!

After Corrin's proclamation, Amon grew silent. Then, his subconscious was slowly distorting. It flooded Corrin's head with all sorts of images, of an ancient world, of the existence of demons, and how they left the world without a trace.

GAH! What's going on?!

These are my memories… I deem you strong enough to survive. But I do have to say, are you even-no it's nothing.

Why? Why did you let me live? I thought you wanted me dead just a second ago.

It's like I said. You proved to me that you were strong enough to repel me. Were I a grunt, I would've continued to press into you, but end up killing us both in the process.

That's… unsettling. H-hey, Amon was it? What're you doing?

We'll be fused as one being. I will be mostly in control, but you can just take a backseat and watch.

Backseat? Wait, you're taking over my subconscious?!

More or less. I will however, give you an option here. Tell me what to do and I'll do it.

Corrin thought long and hard about this. The demon who entered his subconscious was now giving him a chance to do something with his powers. So, he looked back at the demon's face and spoke with resolve.

Please Amon, protect the people I love! They are precious to me, my friends and family.

That's your request? He got a simple nod from Corrin. …Alright then, I will protect them with all my power. You have my word Corrin.

Well, since you'll be taking over for me, I guess you'll also be Corrin, huh?

I guess so… heh, here I am, making a deal with what should have been my prey. How far I've fallen…

It won't be so bad. At least I won't get lonely since you'll be here 24/7. So it'll be nice.

Heh, you're one strange kid, y'know?

I'll take that as a compliment. Now then, it seems we're going be out cold for a while. So let's settle some things, alright Mr. Demon?

xxXXxx

Corrin awoke with a jolt. Or rather Amon awoke, ready to fight the first thing in the room. Noticing that the only person in the room was a sleeping maid with her pink hair getting in the way of her face. But she then bolted up once she noticed that Amon was awake. He saw her face with greater detail now. She had soft features that made her look innocent.

'How cute... I wonder who she-no, I shouldn't worry about that now. I'll just ask her about where I am.' Amon tried to speak, but he found that his throat was dry. 'Right… Human body… This'll get annoying fast.' He looked at Felicia and gestured towards his throat.

"Uhh… Oh right, water!" She fumbled around for a bit before getting a cup for him. "Here, drink up Milord." Amon greedily snatched up the cup and drank it all whilst holding the cup with both hands. "Wow… I've never seen you so excited to drink water Milord!" She giggled, which she instantly regretted as Amon snapped his head towards her and glowered.

"Food." He said. Felicia blinked a few times to register what happened. He wasn't mad, he just wanted food? Well she could do that, she thought.

"Of course, Milord. I'll prepare something in a bit." She got up but was a bit surprised when she saw her liege with his arms outstretched towards her and mouth open. He looked a bit silly, but maybe he was just really hungry. "Calm down milord, I'll be fine!" And with that, Felicia was off into the kitchen.

Amon was pissed. He let some perfectly good food escape, and it wasn't even his fault! 'Damn you Corrin! If she wasn't one of your friends, I would've eaten her and regained my strength.' But then he went into thought again once he brought that up. 'Wait… Corrin can still control some of this body? Weird, but it should only affect me when I try to harm those he deems precious to him. Also, can this body even consume human flesh properly? My old body was able to do that just fine, but now? Let's check the merchandise here…' Amon then pulled his mouth to the side with a finger, inspecting his rather sharp teeth in a mirror by his bed. 'Weird… I-no, Corrin has rather sharp teeth and… pointed ears? Did I mutate him in any way when we fused? No, that woman looked at me as if it was normal. So he must've really had these when he by himself…'

His thoughts were cut off by Felicia reentering the room with a plate of steak. "Here we go, your favorite!" She exclaimed as she showed off the dish. The sight of it made Amon's mouth involuntarily water. Felicia then tripped on some papers in the room and accidently threw the steak onto Amon's face. "OH MY GODS I'M SO SORRY LORD CORRIN! I slipped up like always and this is what happens. Why does this keep happenin-Lord Corrin?" Felicia was shocked when 'Corrin' was simply tearing into the steak instead of getting angry about it being on his face. "Jeez, you're like a wild animal that just found some juicy prey." He stopped eating as he looked up at Felicia. She was staring at him intently, but when she realized she got caught she turned away. "Y-you aren't mad, are you Milord? If so, I'm sorry…"

Amon took a large gulp of his steak as he addressed Felicia. "No, it's fine. You shouldn't be sorry for something as silly as that." This brought a simple smile to form on Felicia's face as she got a napkin and cleaned Amon's face after he finished his meal. "What are you-" He was cut off by Felicia cleaning up the last of the gravy left by the meal.

"There we go, clean as a whistle!" She exclaimed. "Now then, let's get you out of here. You still have to speak with King Garon." Amon was confused and looked at Felicia for answers, but she was already packing up the supplies she had out.

"Wait, where even are we?"

"Lady Camilla's room. She let you use it as you were unconscious. Prince Leo had to drag you all the way here. It was quite funny, but don't tell him I said that."

"I see… And I have an audience with King Garon?" He refused to call that human his father. That was Corrin's thing. He is Amon, and he will not have someone act like his goddamn guardian here.

"Yes indeed. Now then, let's get going. Although, I have to admit Milord, you've recovered quite nicely. From so many cuts to none in just a few hours. The Royal Powers knows no bounds, huh?"

"Y-yeah, the Royal's Power… Now then, let's go talk with the King. I'll die of boredom if we wait any longer."

"Of course milord…" The duo then traversed throughout the castle to reach the Throne Room. Felicia was unnerved with how Corrin was carrying himself. He walked with some sort of swagger to him. It was strange, it was as if the whole battle with the prisoners didn't affect him at all. More importantly, Corrin was not acting right, if at all.

"Say… are you really Lord Corrin?"

"Of course I am, who else would I be if I wasn't?"

"Yeah, you're definitely Lord Corrin… No, something's off!" Amon simply stared down the path ahead of him as she continued. "You've completely changed, as if you were a different person entirely! You can call it whatever, but you've become more or less a brigand in attitude!"

"…This is who I am now, Felicia. You can't change that about me. Anyone's personality would change after what happened back in the arena."

"I know that, considering it was your first real battle, but still…"

"I'll be fine Felicia. Let's just talk with the King and be done with this. I want to break something, and I don't think he'd appreciate me breaking a guard or two."

"Y-yeah…" And so the duo walked in silence towards the throne room.

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Once inside, Garon simply huffed as he saw Amon walk up to him and cross his arms. He leered at him but was surprised that Amon simply glared back. Garon wanted to smack the boy silly for his disobedience but was internally impressed with his son's disregard for status. 'Maybe all those years in that damnable fortress actually did something to him. Good, I should be able to use this for my advantage.' Garon then sat up straight as he went to address his son.

"Hmph, it seems you've failed your orders. Normally that would be calls for an execution, however, seeing that you are my son, I shall grant you some leeway." The King said sternly.

"I see… Tell me what to do and I'll do it." Amon said as he looked up at the King. Now that he was able to get a good look at him, he was a man with many signs of old age all across him. His skin didn't seem right for a human, but maybe it was just the lighting of the area, and his eyes were dark and lifeless. But behind those eyes, it seemed like something was trapped behind them. Something that was probably more malicious than his current state. As much as Corrin trusted the man he calls father, Amon just could not. He deemed him dangerous.

"It seems you know your place quite well… My son, you will be taking a trip to the abandoned fort by the border. It should be a simple task of checking its condition and coming back. Do try to not disappoint me again." Garon growled that last part, which made Amon irritated. Not his fault the boy couldn't hold himself together after the fusion.

"Of course…father… I won't let you down." Amon left the throne room swallowing his pride. He went into his subconscious to have a small talk with Corrin.

Why the hell did you make me call him father?! And why now of all times?!

As much as you value that pride of yours Amon, carelessly calling him something other than Father can really mess things up for us. You best be careful Amon.

Grr… I should've killed you off when I had the chance…

Then you'd be dead too idiot.

Fucking… just shut up already!

You do know you're the one who wanted to talk right?

I'm leaving.

Alright then, I'm here whenever you need me.

Amon really hated having Corrin there as an angel on his shoulder. Or a better term to describe his mind partner was a stick that'll always be poking into your side. What an annoying feeling…

Now that's just mean Amon.

Didn't I tell you to shut it?!

Amon sighed, and this didn't go unnoticed by the royal siblings. Xander was the first to speak.

"The mission seems too tough for you, Little Prince?" He chuckled at Amon's annoyed expression. "'tis just a jest, little brother. I know that you'll be able to pull through. I just hoped we could've came along to make sure you stay safe."

"Well I'm afraid that's not possible, Crown Prince Xander." A malicious voice spoke. "After all, King Garon told me, his Right Hand Iago, that this is a solo mission for the boy." Iago said with a wicked smirk creeping up on his face. The man wore a mask that covered his right eye and long, greasy hair. The thing that made Amon extremely wary of the man was his sickening smile constantly plastered on his smug face. God how he wanted to punch it, just to teach him a lesson.

"However, Iago, I've forgot to tell you that the boy is not truly alone." Garon said, creeping up behind Iago.

"K-king Garon! I didn't realize you left your quarters!" Iago's face went straight from smug to pure terror. It seems he was deathly afraid of the King.

"Corrin, you'll be travelling with that knight and maid of yours, and someone I put my trust in to aid you as well." Garon then turned to his right and motioned someone to come forward. A bald man with a muscular build came to view. He seemingly scanned the room before staring at Amon. Amon stared back and was unnerved by the man's almost murderous look.

'I should keep a close eye on this one…'

"This is Hans. He'll be assisting you in your mission."

"Pleasure's mine, Milord." Hans said in a gruff tone.

'Pleasure indeed' Amon thought as he crossed his arms as he sized him up. Garon took notice of this but didn't say anything. He then walked back towards his throne room with Iago closely behind him and left the others alone.

"I'm ready whenever, Milord." Hans said as he stood by for departure. Gunther and Felicia did the same.

"Corrin, come here for a second." Xander said as he motioned to Amon. He walked over and Xander bent down into his ear. "I'd be wary of the man if I were you. He's a murderer and a scoundrel." He whispered.

"Yeah, I could tell. I already had my suspicions, but this just confirms it. Thanks Xander." Amon whispered back.

"Anytime, Little Prince. Just be careful about him. I know his capabilities. Had to arrest him myself a few years back. Father thinks he's reformed, but I doubt that. That said, he is a formidable warrior." Amon simply glared at Hans while Xander spoke to him. Formidable huh? He'll be the one to judge that.

xxXXxx

"So this is the Bottomless Canyon, huh? Guess they weren't really lying about this place. But it can't truly be bottomless, can it?" Amon said peering over the edge of the valley. The canyon's bottom was not seen, but a pitch-black darkness was visible instead. A surprisingly sturdy bridge linked the two canyon halves together. Gunther looked at him and decided to share some of his knowledge with him.

"Let the eternal darkness below be your answer. Those who fall in never return… I truly despise this place. Something about the land around here just isn't right. The sky here is always dark and foreboding, and lightning strikes all who fly across. This clearly a place us mortals were never meant to enter."

"…" Amon wasn't particularly pleased with that explanation. He had hoped for something more than some goddamn urban legend. He simply sighed as he looked on ahead. "I guess that's the fort King Garon wants us to check." He said pointing at the dilapidated fort.

"It would seem so. Let's go." However, before Gunther could cross the bridge to get to the fort, Amon stretched out his arm to block him. "Hm? What's the matter Milord?"

"Something's not right about that fort Gunther…" Amon sensed…13? Yeah, 13 people hiding in that fort. 'Probably hostiles…' He thought. "Keep your guard up guys, we might have a fight on our hands." Gunther and Felicia hesitantly tensed up for battle, but Hans had seemed already prepared for conflict. 'Dangerous guy…' Was Amon's thought about this.

Amon's suspicions were correct as the thirteen bodies he counted flooded out of the fort with weapons drawn. Their attire were unlike anything he's seen before. Well no, that was a bit of a lie. He saw some people similarly dressed when he went to possess Corrin. Wait… Corrin!

Hey, pipsqueak.

I'd rather you not refer to me as that but go on.

Who the hell were these guys again?

Who are tho-oh! They're Hoshidians, aka our enemies. Looks like they've taken over that fort huh? Well, nothing we can do about it. Just report back to Father and be done with it.

Orrr… I can kill them and claim the fort for Nohr.

What the-Amon! You can't kill them! They did nothing wrong!

Oh but they did, dear Corrin.

Oh really? Explain then, Oh mighty Amon.

They became my enemy.

That's not a valid reason.

Well it's my reasoning. I got what I needed to know. Goodbye Corrin.

Hey, wait… you can't be serious about killing them! Amon? AMON!

Amon prepared himself for battle. The Hoshidian ninja in charge stepped up and addressed the group.

"Advance any further and we'll be forced to attack. Simply crossing this border is a violation to the border treaty."

"To hell with the treaty, I'll kick your asses and claim that fort for Nohr." Amon then held out his right arm and showed it to the Hoshidians. "Fuck it, I'll beat up everyone here with just this one arm."

"M-milord! You can't seriously be planning to take them down by yourself!" Gunther exclaimed.

"I agree Milord! Why are you acting so cocky? This isn't like you at all!" Felicia cried.

"Keh, I guess I'm the only one who agrees with Milord's reasoning. Let's get 'em!" Hans yelled as he brandished his axe. Amon didn't care about what everyone else thought, he was going to beat down his opponents, so he can test out his new body and prove that he was still top dog.

"Just don't get in my way, Hans." Was all Amon said as he charged towards a Hoshidian samurai. The man didn't even register Amon's sudden leap, so he couldn't react to the fierce uppercut he got from him. The man was sent flying and crashed into an archer. To the other Hoshidians' horror, both men died upon impact. The attack sent the limbs of both men flying. "Well then, anyone else?"

Gunther and Felicia could only watch as they saw Amon with a killer aura around him. 'Was this really Lord Corrin…?' Felicia thought. She couldn't believe that the man she practically grew up with turned out to be a savage monster. She thought he couldn't even hurt a fly! This wasn't the result of some change, it was as if he was a whole different person! Just who was in that body?

The Hoshidians were frightened by the raw killing power coming from the man before them. Hell, was he even human? Some Hoshidians retreated into the woods as other stayed and fought the threat. Amon didn't care, as long as he got the fort he was fine. He grabbed another soldier with one arm and threw them behind him. Hans followed up by slicing the soldier mid-air, killing him. A group of 4 ganged up on Amon, but he grabbed one by his arm and swung him around, hitting the other three. After a few more swings, he threw them into each other, making a pile of bodies. All that was left was the commander, a middle-aged ninja with brown hair. He didn't seem willing to surrender unlike some of his younger comrades.

"I will not let you have this fort! I'll protect it with my life!" The ninja proclaimed.

"Hmph, short life then." Amon said as he punched the ninja hard in his ribs, angling the strike so a rib could puncture a lung. The ninja was left on the ground, dying a slow, painful death. He struggled to look up at Amon as he said his final words.

"T-this unprovoked attack… will not go… unchecked… Hoshido… will-" He was cut off by Hans chopping off his head from behind.

"Hoshido won't do shit. Let's go Milord." Amon simply glared at Hans as he sauntered off from his kill.

'Asshole… that was mine!' Amon made sure he repaid Hans for crossing him ten-fold. But as he promised, he killed them all with just one arm. 'So this body can use my strength properly… good.' He sighed as he too turned away from the corpse. Just then, a shuriken planted itself by his feet. Amon turned around and saw a redheaded ninja who wore a mask but had a scornful expression. "Hm, who're you?"

"My name is Saizo. I've come for your life." The ninja proclaimed.

"Tch, try it dirtbag." Amon then turned to his team. "Heads up! They're still more!" Gunther, Felicia, and Hans all readied themselves for another attack, or mainly Hans did. The other two were still reluctant to fight. Gunther didn't want to fight as he saw that his liege had it handled, and Felicia didn't want to fight as she didn't wish to escalate things further than 'Corrin' already did. However, they didn't have to as they heard a familiar horse gallop by.

"Kill them!" Saizo yelled as he went to attack Amon. He got into a fighting stance but was stopped by a voice that he was familiar with.

"I won't allow it!" Xander voice rang out as he blocked Saizo's strike. "You alright brother?"

"I'm fine. How'd you even get here is what I'm wondering."

"Leo thought you might be in trouble. Looks like he was right." As he said this, the other 3 siblings came out from the woods, engaging in combat with the Hoshidian reinforcements. "Well then, it seems like you've done your part, brother. It's time for you to report back to Father about the situation."

"Of course. But you sure you'll be fine? I can take them on if you'd like."

"Don't be silly Corrin. No point in making a bad situation worse. Now go! We'll hold them off!" Amon scowled but left Xander's side to regroup with… Gunther? Just him?

"Where did Felicia go? Wasn't she with you?"

"She's probably behind us Milord. Now let's go, I hate being on this bridge…"

"Well, you won't be on this bridge for much longer!" A vicious voice said from behind them. It was Hans who had Felicia over his shoulder. She was slightly breathing but knock out. Hans then brutally slammed Gunther into the Bottomless Canyon.

"GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Was all that could be heard from the knight as he fell. His screams were no longer heard as he fell further. Amon felt outraged by this action.

"Y-you!" Amon's anger was seething. But it didn't feel natural to him. The anger he felt, it was as if…

You're feeling my rage, aren't you?

This anger… it belongs to you?

Yeah… I can't forgive him. He killed Gunther, and he'll kill Felicia too if we let him get away!

Bastard… what do you want to do then?

…Kill him.

Did I hear that right? Little goody-two shoes prince here who didn't want me killing before wants me to kill now?

Amon, I still haven't forgiven you for callously murdering those Hoshidians… but Hans doesn't deserve to live anymore. He must pay, because he won't otherwise.

Finally starting to see the right way, huh kid? Well then, I'll kill him, just watch me!

"Aww, what's wrong? Did I just kill your babysitter? Don't worry, you'll both be reunited in Hell!"

"…Hell?" Amon's eyes started to glow into a sickeningly yellow color as he faced Hans. "I was born in Hell, y'know? Not all of it was burning mind you, but still a bloody battleground. Here, I'll give you a taste of what you'll feel once I send you there!" Amon's arm started to shift into a spear-like appendage. 'Oh? Is this some sort of new mutation I've acquired? Hope it's not on my full form…'

"W-what kind of freak are you…?" Hans was backing away, until he grabbed Felicia and pointed his axe at her. "S-stop! Get away from me! Or else I'll chop her to bits!" Hans was visibly shaking as Amon kept approaching him.

"Oh? Using a girl as a body shield? Try it then, I'll be up upon you before you even have time to draw blood from her." Amon's mouth morphed into an inhumanly large smile as he meandered forward. His eyes now solely fixed on Hans, studying him carefully as he readied himself for any reaction. Hans, now extremely desperate, decided to use his only option: drop the girl and run like hell. So he did just that, and instantly regretted it.

Amon, true to his word, caught Felicia before she hit the ground and impaled Hans. The murderer coughed up blood as he stared at the spear-arm coming out of his chest. "Wh-what…?" Was all he said before slumping over, slowly dying on the ground. Amon retracted his spear-arm and it morphed into what seemed to be a carnivorous mouth-hand.

'Interesting… I wonder…' Amon thought as he approached Hans dying form. He crouched as he stared at Gunther's killer. "Hey, I dunno if you know this, but you're going to die soon."

"I was just… following orders… from the King…" Hans coughed out. Amon leered at him as he brought the snapping mouth closer towards Hans' face.

"Garon huh? I knew there wasn't something right about him. I'll deal with him later…" He then turned to Hans, staring directly into his eyes as he smiled cruelly. "I'll devour you while you're still alive. Now scream for me piggy." Hans' cries went unheard by the battling troops, as they went further into the forest to battle the Hoshidians.

Gross… I didn't think you'd actually eat him… If I had an actual body I'd be throwing up right now…

Hey, a demon's gotta eat ok? I don't discriminate when it comes to food. I eat what I can get, and unfortunately, he was my prey.

I know I told you to kill him, but still… he really didn't deserve to go out like that.

I don't care. I got a meal out of it, and he's dead. We're both happy, stop mourning over some crook.

Wow, great pep-talk.

Tch, I'm leaving now.

Don't forget to pick up Felicia!

Like I'd forget her anyways. Your stupid body would force me to anyways.

Whatever you say Amon. See ya.

Amon wiped off some of the blood from his now-untransformed hand as he went and picked up Felicia bridal-style. He took a look at her resting face and continued to stare. 'What a cute face…' He thought.

Are you seriously crushing on Felicia?

What the- of course not! I just think she has a nice face, for a human at least.

Ok then, I'll let you believe that.

God you're annoying…

…I've been meaning to ask you about that. Why do you say God as if it was singular than Gods like everyone else?

Where I'm from, there's only one God, and he cast us demons off of our world. And that's all I'm sharing with you.

Hmm… alright then, another time then. Also, the Ganglari is glowing.

The what?

The Ganglari. The black sword you've been carrying at your hip for the past few hours.

Huh, so that's what the hunk of rock and magic was called… wait, did you say it was glowing?!

Yeah, now pay attention to reality because it's doing something weird!

Amon was snapped back into reality from his subconscious. He realized he was now clutching the Ganglari in one of his hands as he still held Felicia. And as Corrin said, it was glowing with a malevolent, purplish hue. The blade then suddenly forced Amon up into the air and sent him plunging into the Bottomless Canyon.

'Dammit! Maybe Hans cursed me from beyond the grave… No, he's too stupid for that. Looks like the blade itself was cursed.' Amon then looked to his side as he was falling. 'Maybe if I…' He threw Felicia onto his back as he plunged his now free hand into the rock wall. It managed to anchor him as the sword was still trying to tug him down. Amon tried to release his grip from it but found that it was seemingly stuck to his hand. He sighed as he stared upwards.

'I think I can use Devil Wings here… Or maybe I lost them during the fusion process…' Amon slumped his head in false despair as he rattled his head for some ideas.

Maybe ask Lilith for some help.

Ok first of all, who? And secondly, why?

Lilith is our blue-haired stable girl. And she is currently diving in after us.

What the-

Amon looked up and saw the same person Corrin described indeed diving towards him. She seemed to be in a prayer of sorts as she plunged.

WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?! AND WHY ARE YOU SO NONCHALANT ABOUT THIS?!

Well because I'm certain you'll catch her. Plus she wouldn't come down here with a plan, right?

God you're so naïve. If I save her and she doesn't have a plan, then what?

…Oh Gods we're going to die, aren't we?

Relax, we won't die. I'll catch her, and if she becomes dead weight, well we throw her down, simple as that.

What the- no don't do that, what the hell?!

I'm just fucking with ya. I'm not going to kill her. Maybe.

Why are you like this?

You tell me.

Lilith was getting closer to 'Corrin'… who anchored himself to a rock. Weird, but smart nonetheless. She almost whizzed past him, but he outstretched his free arm to catch her. She let out a small grunt of pain but was more or less ok. "Sorry I'm late Milord!"

"Heh, what an entrance. So stable girl, got any way to get us out of here?"

"As a matter of fact… I do!" A breath of relief escaped Amon's mouth, as did a subconscious one from Corrin. "First Dragons, I call on you. Grant us access to the Ancestral Plane!" The area around the trio started to glow, and they disappeared from the Canyon.

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"Urgh… the hell did we do…?" Amon then took a look around. "Hey, what is this place?"

"This is the Ancestral Plane. The realm of the First Dragons." Lilith's voice said. Amon was confused on where it came from, but then he looked at a… fish dragon? What? "Oh, you must not recognize me in this form. It's Lilith, Corrin!" Then Amon's eye went wide.

"What the fuck?" At this, Lilith frowned and blasted him with water. "Hey, what the hell was that for?!"

"Try not to be so crass, Lord Corrin. It is unbecoming of a Royal."

"Tch."

"Well then, I suppose some things need to be explained. First of all, I'm not actually human. I'm a dragon. Remember that strange bird you rescued when you were small? Well… That was actually me." She then stared straight into his eyes. "And I know this isn't Corrin I'm speaking to. I don't know who you are but stop acting so… so… rude in milord's body!"

"Wait, how did you know I wasn't Corrin?" Amon was bewildered by the fact that this… thing, saw through him. If he wasn't so shocked, he'd be impressed.

"I have the power of the First Dragons running through my veins. I can sense when someone has been possessed, and it seems Milord is indeed possessed by none other than you." She then calmed down as she started again. "But, you have been diligent in protecting him and those he cherishes, so you must not be entirely bad, right? So, who are you?" Amon sighed as he explained his condition about him and Corrin to Lilith. The little dragon seemed to take it in acceptingly.

"Alright then, I guess we both got everything in order… that was a lot to take in… thank you Amon."

"I'm only following this fool's orders, y'know?"

"I know, but you've been following him so diligently, I just have to thank you."

"Whatever. Just let it be known this. Keep this between us. I don't want the others to panic about me yet."

"Of course, Amon."

"Good. Now then, can you drop Felicia and I back to the canyon?"

"Of course. Just be careful with her, she's still unconscious. That Hans must've whacked her hard."

"Yeah… I'll be going now. Take care Lilith."

"Be safe Amon. Make sure no harm befalls Corrin, alright?"

"Yeah, I got you." Amon then departed the Ancestral Plane with Felicia in tow.

"Stay safe you two…" Lilith murmured before departing back into her temple.

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Once back onto the Canyon, Amon looked around for any threats. Deeming the area safe, he sat down and held Felicia close as he gathered himself. 'So, what'll be my next course of action? Go back to Nohr? Problem is, where do I go? I hardly payed attention to the trip, I just mindlessly followed Gunther, who unfortunately is no longer with us.' He sighed as he looked down at Felicia's resting form. "At least you're still here…"

"You're mine, Nohrian!" A female voice yelled.

"What in the-" Was all Amon said before he blacked out.

And there we go, the first chapter for this story. I had to change things up as I was writing, so I hope things make some sort of sense. As for many of the Devilman-esque aspects of the story, you got a taste of it during Amon's rage against Hans. I really enjoyed writing Amon's and Corrin's banter, as I sorta got basis of it from DBZ Abridged with Piccolo and Nail. I also mostly took inspirations on the Devilman side of things from Devilman Grimoire. Read it btw it's actually pretty good. Anyways, that's all I got for this chapter, please give me reviews so I can better my writing. Thank you, and bye!