This is Death the Kid x Crona.

Note to everyone: Crona has a confirmed gender of ambiguous (neutrandrogyne, non-binary, or even genderfluid.), but for the sake of the story, Crona is biologically male.

Chapter 1: The Unknown Child

17 years ago, in a kingdom by the sea, a queen announced her pregnancy and the people were filled with joy as news spread through-out the land.

Long had they hoped for a heir to be bestowed upon their queen and one would soon be born.

Celebrations and preparations for the child spread across the land as the citizens of this elder empire waited anxiously for the next ruler.

The queen retired to an estate by the ocean, accompanied by her closest servants.

Months passed until the queen returned to the main palace with solemn news of the death of the heir.

The kingdom grieved for the loss and hoped for some day to have another.

But that was not to be...

A few years later, the kingdom by the sea waged war against their enemy kingdom, one just beyond the mountains.

The war became long and bloody, with resources dwindling as both stubbornly refused to surrender.

This is where the story begins...

In the palace in the kingdom by the sea.

Present Times

"I thought I said to have the troops ready by midday!" A blonde women yelled. She slammed her hand on the table in anger, cracking the wood as the men around her shook in fear.

"Y-your majesty. My men are weary from fighting. They need to rest for at least a day if not more." The official said, attempting to shake off the feeling of dread. Swiftly turning her head towards the military leader, she spoke.

"His troops are not resting. We need to be ready for them at all cost. If you all would be training and working with the weapon, we would not be having this talk now would we!?" She scolded her commanding officer, refusing to listen to any excuse he had to offer for the military's lousy training and attitudes. Her attention turned towards the map laid out with figures of the troops from both sides. In an attempt to calm herself, she became quiet. Running through the situation in her head.

'His side has to be tired as well… it isn't possible that they would be able to hold this battle out much longer. Then again that is what we believed five years ago. The research has been slow to find something in order to turn this around. However, if we speed up the weapon's development we might just be able to end this war with a clear victory.' The women to notice of the location provided by their lookouts and surveyors 'His troops went back behind the mountains, which could allow them a few days to resupply and rest. If exhaustion is indeed a problem with my soldiers, then...' A shiver went through the commander's spine as her Majesty looked up towards him.

"Gather the troops and begin to distribute the resources evenly among the battalions. Check on the factories and food storage, ensure there is enough food for everyone. Allow the soldiers 3 days to rest, no more." Getting up from the table with little regard for any more discussion, the queen entrusted them to enact her demands. She closed the door and heaved a heavy sigh.

'We can't wait too much long. I highly doubt they would be conducting this kind of research. He is too much of a gentleman for something like this. However, for all we know they could have the same type of research as us.' The queen began to walk along the halls until the light ceased to accompany her along her journey, coming to an area mostly left alone except for the two soldiers assigned to guard it. The guards stood straight when she revealed her presence and let her pass without fuss. The queen found her way to a sealed door, taking out an oddly shaped key and placing it in the slot. Opening the door only to be greeted by pitch black darkness.

"Are you going to listen and do what I tell you? This is becoming a nuisance and I am sick of waiting patient for you to grow a spine. Surely you have the stomach to carry out what I have desired of you for months." Her unwavering voice echoing in the blackened domain. Shuffling from one side of the room alerted her of their still living presence until someone began to come out from the darkness. The face containing dark circles under their eyes mixed with a thin, lanky frame draped in the same blackness of the room. They just nodded, too weak to reply.

"Good. Come on." She hissed causing the person flinch, yet they still did what was asked of them. Lifting their feet the best they could, the duo walked back down the same hallway. The person winced when light began to escort them along the crimson floor. Ten minutes of walking proved enough as the two approached a steel door containing a snake and rose seal. The queen opened the door for the being to step inside, numbing themselves to the single lamp within the room. A tinted window towards their left as they positioned themselves behind a thin burgundy line. The loud shut of the steel door failed to shock the single occupant. A voice was heard over head, "I am graciously giving you one final chance, hit the targets like we have instructed you to do and I will order the chef make you your favorite meal."

The temptations was enough to spur them to action, albeit slow from starvation. A little black knife formed in their hand. Lifting it up, they used it to cut their wrist allowing discolored blood to flow down their porcelain palm. Without verbal command, the drops of blood morphed into small thin needle-like objects that flew towards the wooden targets, striking them with enough force to shatter the board and crack the concrete wall behind it. Levers removed the remain splinters from sight. A hatch unlocked, opening a section of the wall. Confusion was all that entered as 3 men were pushed into the room. Wrists tied, eyes blinded, they demanded answers. The noise visibly disturbing the deprived human on the other end of the room.

'This is where we had some troubles the last time. It's been ten years, taking a life should be easier by now.'

"T-too loud." They gripped the side of their head in their hand, grasping to pull lilac strands from their head. Lifting their free hand before pointing at the trio, sending the flying needles into several critical points of their body. The bodies fell to the cold ground, the unforgettable cracking on bone breaking. Blood trickling down their corpses.

The queen spoke into the intercom, "Well done." Grinning triumphantly, the woman made her way in the room.

"That wasn't that hard now was it? Now wipe that pathetic look off your face. The guard will take you back to your room and you will eat in there. Is that understood?" Her hardened gaze piercing down at her test subject.

They nodded and looked up at the queen, hopeful for some form of acknowledgement yet receiving nothing but cold interaction. Quickly averting eye contact, they let lilac hair fall in front of their face as eyes focused on the grey flooring.

"Guard. Take it back to the room." The subject flinched at the disdain contained within 'it', but they didn't protest for fear of being punished. A singular guard escorted the being back to a different room and, before closing the door, turned on the light with a key.

"…Are you going to come out yet… and tell me how much of an idiot I am…?" They said, moving to sit on the mildly stiff bed. A few seconds later, a tiny black creature appeared behind them grabbing a fist full of their soft lilac hair.

"You are an idiot. You're the one that got us into that mess, Crona! You should have done what Lady Medusa asked instead of crying like a baby and backing out the first time. We would have been fed days ago! Grow a back bone!" It pulled at Crona's hair and poked their cheek fiercely.

"Do you need to be so mean to me…? I did it… Can't you go one day without hitting me, Ragnarok…?" Crona asked, making little effort in stopping the abuse. This seem to anger the Ragnarok creature and they let go of Crona's hair.

"Says the boy that wears girly dresses!" He pulled the poor boy's cheek.

"Hey! Stop that it hurts. It hurts. It hurts." Crona protested and managed to get Ragnarok to let go.

"They're the only clothes I'm given… what else am I suppose to do?" Crona looked down and held his arms. Ragnarok, seemingly having abused the boy enough, returned to where it had came, leaving Crona alone with his thoughts. It wasn't too long before the door opened again with an elderly maid standing there.

"Your meal." She placed it on the desk. "Leave it by the door when you are finished and someone will come for it later." She left without any further words, only a clicking of a locked door. Crona got up and slowly made his way to the desk and began eating. It was what had been promised to him and he slightly smiled, eating as much as he could before the black gremlin returned.

'I… I am going to have to kill people… If I do that… Lady Medusa won't be mad at me… then maybe she'll… no… she won't… it's been years and she still hasn't… it's unlikely she'll change anytime soon… but...' his thoughts drifted from place to place. Distracting him enough that he didn't notice when Ragnarok re-emerged and gobbled up the rest of his food.

He wasn't angry...

It was simply routine…

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