Disclaimer: I do not own either Zero no Tsukaima, Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu and any other work that might be used as reference in this story, no matter how much I've altered the elements from them to either fit, balance or because of lack of information.

Warning: This work of fiction contains graphic content. Reader discretion is advised.

Densetsu no Tsukaima no Densetsu

(A Zero no Tsukaima x Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu crossover story.)

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Two Alternate worlds…

A powerless princess summons a young girl bearing likeness of a deceased friend. A broken soul awakens and meets a young lady who she knew she had killed years ago.

Is the continent of Halkeginia ready for these two to meet?

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Prologue: The Sealed Monster

Zenita, the Labyrinth Dungeon of Stohl, is considered the deepest of all dungeon prisons in the continent of Menoris. It boasts of being the only dungeon in the land where no one has ever escaped from. The most notable part of the Labyrinth was "The Pit", which was an excessively redundant cell located at the deepest depths of the Labyrinth. It has been said that the place was so devoid of light that it drove most prisoners insane in a matter of hours.

But no one needed to worry about being sent there. Currently "The Pit" is home to a monster, a bearer of the Alpha Stigma. Also known as Red Eyed Gods, Insane Devils, Vile Murders and Cannibal Monsters; they are not considered human, only a monster born from one and possess a human form. These harbingers of death and destruction are believed to be best slain before they have the chance of going berserk and that their very existence throws of the balance of life and magic in the world.

Locked inside a cage within a cage within a cage, was a young girl just barely in her teens. Her legs were chained in a way that forced her to kneel and her arms chained far apart in a way that would barely allow her to move. Her eyes were covered with a special mask made with a power of a rule fragment, which prevented her from exhibiting any of the offensive power of her cursed eyes- especially in her weakened state.

She had been kept in this superfluous cage for over a year. But she didn't know that, to her every time she thought that she had just woken up was another day and if she had counted each time it would probably sum up to twenty five years. She had counted it at first, but when she reached a total of a year she stopped realizing the pointlessness of the endeavor.

Usually people like her were killed as soon as they were discovered. The only reason she was still alive was probably because her father is a duke and held more than enough influence to merit such a selfish decision. Although, after spending so much time in this darkness and the torture that comes with it, she had come to wish that he didn't, so that she need not suffer like this. But then again… it could be that the nobles wanted to keep something as dangerous as herself, as if some exotic dangerous animal, simply as a symbol of their power to expand their influences.

But such thoughts had come to bore her. If anything she had these thoughts over a thousand times before. And while it seemed to pass the time, and bare the deafening silence, it was simply- pointless.

Although, the silence was without a doubt a great deal more preferable to the company here.

"Hello there, monster girl. Did you sleep well?" said a deep voice.

It was the one voice that had become quite familiar to her. The owner of the voice sounded like that of a large able bodied middle aged man, who enjoyed having the power over others… a man with no love or remorse. To her this man was more a monster than she was and she had once dared to declare that opinion… long story short, she was speared through her torso five times as punishment. She didn't know how long the owner of the voice had been there, if he had even left or if she was the one who fell unconscious after the last torture… but it did not matter, the novelty of the surprise had long been lost to her. "It's really too bad that you're an Alpha Stigma monster. You would have been quite a fine young lady."

The girl did not bother to answer to his perverse comment or to correct him for his ignorance. She was not a bearer of an Alpha Stigma, the eyes that perceives magical truth, as they believe her to be. Instead she possessed the cursed eyes Iino Dwoe, the eyes that consumed magic and life. But to the ignorant they are one and the same.

If she was to be honest, the only reason she had surrendered herself was for her beloved family. Had she ran away she might have been able to avoid this life of endless days of torture, but if she had then her family would have suffered retribution for her crime. But a year of torment had beaten out all the familial love out of her. And now she thought that if she had known that this was going to be her fate, she would have used her powers to escape earlier while she had the chance of escape or at least die trying. But now… it was simply too late. Her power which people believed was a curse was now a curse to her.

Of all the cursed eyes Iino Dwoe was probably the most practical and dangerous. Of course she could simply be biased. Normally her eyes would allow her to see the worth of living things. On humans this power allowed her to see if a person was intelligent, brave, strong, magical and at time inexplicably evil. It allowed her to consume magic and flesh for her own sustenance and power, and use them as power to perform super human feats. But sealed like it is now, it could only keep her alive and healthy. No matter how much torture she is forced to go through, or how much they try to cut her to pieces, as long as she is shot with some magic or forced to feed on the flesh of dead prisoners her body will restore itself... so long as her eyes were safe.

"I've brought you something special today. Can you guess what it is?" the voiced asked goading her.

She shook her head slowly and was rewarded with a heavy slap on the left side of her face.

"What was that? Let me hear that pretty voice of yours, you know it's too dark to see in here." She knew that he was lying. There was something warmer than body heat in the room and the familiar burnt scent meant that there were some lit torches around. But she also knew that he would hit her sooner or later anyway, so when and how many did not matter anymore.

"No. I cannot." She answered plainly as she masked her emotions.

"Awww… that's no fun. How about I give you a hint?"

She let out a sigh as she resigned herself to play along with his game. "If we really have to…"

"HAHAHAHA! That's the spirit, monster girl!" She heard some clothes rustling, if she had to guess he made a few signals to his subordinates waiting outside the furthest of the prison doors.

A few moments passed and she heard the sound of a gates opening and closing, two pairs of armored boots and a pair of bare feet squeak on the slightly smooth rock brick floor of the dungeon. After the last gate opened and closed she recognized the distinct sound of a female voice. The female sounded to her of someone who was just leaving her teenage years or was already a young woman.

The said female was forcefully tied onto her person. With only her limited sense of touch alone she could barely imagine what the woman might look like, other than that the woman had long damp hair, a supple shapely body and mostly naked if not completely. Moreover being so close allowed the familiar scents on the woman's body to easily assail her sense of smell. The fragrance of daily violation, deadened fear, resigned dampness... the aroma of a broken maiden.

It was times like this that she hated her power the most. Not only did it allow her to eat human flesh, it allowed her to savor flavors and aroma that no normal human could ever taste.

The worst part of this was her torturer had noticed that. He had experimented with it and seemed to have made notes of the results as a form of a sadistic hobby. He knows that if he were to feed her with body parts from untouched people, those who were executed without any form of torture, she had an easier time eating. He knows that if he fed her parts of mutilated corpses, from people killed after days of torture, she would grimace as if she had eaten something horrible and at times throw up. Chopped off appendages were like those untouched, however, chopped off genitalia seemed to give her a sense of ecstasy and would sicken her when she realized what it was. And she would throw up when she was feed only the internal organs, with exception to the heart and the brain.

However, when she was tricked into eating a still living person, the man noted she exhibited signs of pleasure as if she had eaten something so sinfully delicious. Of course when she realized that she had bitten off flesh from still living man, she refused to continue eating… which was a mistake she regretted, because her tormentor decided to torture the man right before her. The man was beaten to the point that he was begging for death, but they wouldn't give it to him even going as far as healing his wounds to prolong the torture. And it only came to an end when he begged her to eat him just as the guards wanted.

And now, it was about to happen again. But unlike that time, to her, the person before her being presented as her meal smelled absolutely delicious. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, which healed in a blinking of an eye, as she could not help her hold back her tears of self-hatred. "…you bastard."

"MWAHAHAHA! Are you angry? You should be happy! We've labored quite hard to prepare this delicious meal for you!" The man laughed heavily, utterly loving her reaction to his "surprise".

"Damn it..." She could do nothing but curse as her mouth watered.

"AH!" The woman let out a cry of pain and pleasure. She felt rhythm movement and quickly realized what was happening. They were violating her meal.

Her mind froze.

Had she really just thought of the woman that had been tied to her person as her food?

She back tracked through her own thoughts and realized that she had. It was then that she knew she was broken. Whatever sliver of humanity she had been holding on to had finally snapped.

She licked her lips and swallowed her salivation. With no hesitation she fumbled for the woman's mouth and locked it with her own. She kissed the woman tenderly at first, lapping up the fluids in her tongue as if it were the sweetest of honey. But as if passion and hunger mixed, the stronger she kissed the tastier the woman became.

Inhibitions began to fade. She bit down on the woman's lip just enough to draw blood and she suckled.

Her mind blanked.

The warm liquid was divine.

Her blood flavored with fear, stress and lust was a heavenly sinful flavor to her… like a wickedly creamy and sweet desert. And she wanted more. She really wanted to devour this woman. She wanted to drink all of her juices and consume all of her meat.

Hesitation was lost... she slowly parted with the woman's lips, her own trailed downwards to the woman's throat. She then found it, a strong pulse, a perfect place to start.

Instinct took over. She opened wide, bared her fangs, and bit as hard as she could. The woman's flesh was punctured and torn as if it was jelly- just as she expected. Her ears had deafened to the woman's scream. She ripped the woman's flesh like a famished beast and she drank the gushing life blood as if it were ambrosia.

She twisted and snapped the woman's neck; ending her misery. But the woman's suffering was not in vain. Their torturers didn't know it, but her powers returning to her. She could feel it with each drop of blood and each sliver of flesh, this meal while not very filling gave her quite a boost in power.

And she was not done yet. She would consume as much as the woman as she could and restore as much of her power. Her gray matter was especially tasty, after being pumped with so much of yearning of men. She sucked for the woman's bile, but instead drank a concoction of men's lust that rejuvenated her powers beyond the seal's ability to hold.

She heard the man's laugh echoing in the darkness. She would have ignored him, but someone took hold of her hair and pulled her away from her meal.

"HAHAHA! So you finally lost it haven't you, Louise Françoise le Blanc de La Valliere?" his voice genuinely happy as he taunted.

Louise turned her head to directly face him and flashed a deranged smile.

"Oh… don't you look delicious…"

Prologue End