Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This is all just for fun.
This story has very minor Valkyrie Profile elements. It doesn't follow they game at all, mostly just uses the ideas and characters. So I wouldn't really call it a crossover.
In the game, there are three Valkyrie. With two asleep one active. Their names are Lenneth, Silmeria and Hrist. However in Nordic Mythology there are more then three and they are all separate. In this I kept it with just the three. But it's still only one Valkyrie active at a time rule so they can and do still go to sleep.
In the game the Valkyries main enemy or one of them is the undead. Vampires. In this story its Hollows instead.
Anyother races are gone too (they however might pop up in flashbacks dunno yet), so its mainly just Gods and Humans. Some OOC WARNINGS. So let's just says a massive AU ok.
Slight rundown of the ranking of Nordic myths
Odin: is the head guy, the guy in charge.
Freya: is Odin's second in command. she's kind of Odin's go between with the Valkyrie. Not a sword fighter herself, she is still powerful (Hey she's a god) and in this story I have, as having trained the Valkyrie in the past.
Valkyrie: Kind of like death gods (they are even called such in the Valkyrie profile manga), they direct souls to their afterlife. However they take the best and have them join Odin's army. Becoming Einherjar. The others get sent to Freya realm Fólkvangr. This is where I changed the myth again, Making Valkyrie more like the death god captains. They are in command of the army, they can summon it and order it. They also get sent out to take on hollows, beasts, and other creatures.
~ I am no authority on Nordic Mythology. I'm writing this purely for fun. So if I make any mistakes…who cares.
VALKYRIE
Prologue
The battle field was bloody mess, broken spears and bodies littered it. Brynhild lay panting amongst the blood stained grass, unable to move as black spots spread across his vision and all sound fo the living world faded. That was when he heard it, the sound of footsteps and the clink of battle armor. Slowly he opened his eyes, and sat up faintly surprised that he was able to do so. He looked down, and cried out in surprise. There was a body, a body of someone that looked just like him. Close to a panic attack he remembered the sound of footsteps, and turned around in search. What he saw paused any thought in his mind.
It was a woman, a girl really. Dressed in black plate armor. Long black hair hung down from beneath a feather winged helmet. A white and gold skirt swayed around her legs as she walked, unblemished even amongst the gore. But that wasn't what made him pause. It was the fact she walked unaffected, her stride seemingly uneffected by her surroundings.
She came to a stop besides him, causing him to look up at her. Dark eyes looked down at time with a cool detachment. After observing him for a moment she reached down towards him. He looked down to follow its path, and gap at what he saw. There was a chain attached to his chest. She grabbed hold of his armor and yanked him to his feet with surprising strength.
"You fought in this battle yes?" Her voice was as cool as her eyes, but he had the feeling she already knew the answer.
"Y…yes."
A small nod as if he had confirmed something she already knew, she begun to walk off.
"Wait!" Brynhild called, "What has happened to me? What is going to happen?"
"You died," She answered, and was still so cool, "You have three choices. One, you can stay here. You soul will become twisted, and will lose all that you are. And I will kill you. Two, you can go to Nifheim the realm of the dead, a dark misty place to be at the mercy of Queen Hel. Or thirdly you can choose to go to the halls of Valhalla, and join the army of the gods."
Brynhild gapped at her, every warrior knew the tale of the afterlife. Those that died unassuming death were sent to Nifheim, a misty dark realm, ruled by the Goddess of Death. While those that died in battle were given a choice. To go to the Halls of Valhalla, and join the army of the gods to fight in the Ragnarok, the end of the world.
A shout of to the side called Brynhild's attention, he notice a group of men standing around. All with chain attacked to their chests. Brynhild realised just then that the girl had been gathering them up.
"You are a Valkyrie?" he exclaimed
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In the sprawling mountain top city of the realm of the gods. Where the white stone builds, weaved around ancient lush tree. Freya walked the pillared corridors. By outward appearance she was a young woman, with long golden blond hair. But in truth she was much older than that. Large stone doors opened before her, and her gaze sweep around the room. Settling on the long figure in the room Freya sighed.
"Hrist," She greeted.
The ebony haired Valkyrie turned and bowed her head in greeting.
"Freya." She simply stated, before turning back to watch she was doing. That was gazing with an unreadable expression across the room. Freya turned and followed her gaze. The room was circular, bare of anything expect for two glowing spheres. They floated above marble pedestal with carved feathers. One glowing blue, the other a pale purple.
Freya glanced at Hrist out of the corner of her eye. Despite her status of as a God, and Odin's second. She herself was not a warrior, nor would she ever been. But still she knew what a Valkyrie was capable of, being the one in command of them. Because of this she above all the other Gods and Goddess, knew more about the Valkyrie.
"Is your time coming to an end?" Freya questioned moving into the room. "Is it time for another Valkyrie era?"
She paused at the glowing blue sphere. Though there were three Valkyrie, ancient law of the gods spoke that only one could be awake in any era. So as one was awake, two slept where their souls were born in the human world, in a human body. And they would be again and again, until their time came and Odin order their return. Which was when Freya used the sphere to awake the Valkyrie soul.
The blue sphere, Lenneth
The purple sphere, Silmeria
Hrist's sister Valkyrie, awaiting a time to awaken.
"You can join them if you wish," Freya offered, "You've been awake for longer then they ever were."
"I have a duty to do," Hrist stated.
"It is fine. What are a few human years to us," Freya smiled, "Sleep. You will be awakened if needed."
Hrist's dark gaze was thoughtful. "You are sure?" At Freya's nod, she stepped forward in position. Out of the ground came another pedestal under Hrist feet. With a sigh, Hrist head bowed, and she simmered out of existence. Black glowing sparks, gathered together into a sphere.
"Sleep well Hrist," Freya said and left the room.
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"What happen?" Freya cried. She could feel the sticky drying of blood down the side of her face. Her body could still remember the sharp sting of claws and fangs. As Loki's beast tore through the Realm of the gods. Loki the trickster god, Loki the evil one, Loki the killer of Odin.
Despair filled Freya as she slumped to the ground. How many gods had lost their lives this night? She wondered. Remembering the white city of her home burning. How many people have you killed Loki? She questioned, in your quest to be the one all powerful god.
"What happened?" She questioned again, to the other two with her. Vigdis and Asdis. Freya's handmaidens.
"Loki's forces attacked," Vigdis started, "We did not see it coming. Who would see an attack from one of our own?"
"Realm of the gods is in ruins," Asdis continued, as her twin lost her composer. "You were unconscious. So we sort to get you out. We left just in time to see them destroy the hall of Valkyrie sleep."
Freya slumped, the hall of Valkyrie sleep gone. There was no way now, to wake the Valkyrie. "Where are we?" she questioned wearily.
"Midgard My Lady," Asdis replied, "The Human realm."
"We can not stay here," Freya stated climbing to her feet, "We are putting out enough spiritual energy to attract a Hollow."
"Yes My Lady," The twin stated. "Where….where will we go?"
Returning realm of the gods was out of the question, they could not stay in the human realm which left only one place.
"We shall move for Fólkvangr," She ordered, "We will find refuge there."
"But My Lady what of the others?"
"They are dead," Freya stated coolly, "Loki killed them."
#SC#
Many years past as they always did, and Freya noticed the change that came over Fólkvangr. The whole realm was made of spiritual power it seemed to grow over the years feeding the souls there, and Freya knew this is how it was meant to be.
Without outside interference this spirit realm thrived. It wasn't just the place that had changed. Due to the loss of the Valkyrie and the gods that ordered them. No warrior that died, were sent to the Halls of Valhalla. These doors were now locked forever. As such all soul were now sent to Fólkvangr or to Hel's dark realm of Niflheim. Something that Freya and the twins helped to do. Guiding the dead to their final resting place, and destroying the hollow creatures the lost soul became. Through she was weak with a blade, her magic's made up for it.
Due to the growing number of soul entering the realm, building and homes had begun the spring up. As the souls lived their lives, as if they had never died. Over time the buildings grow into a town and soon a city. There was a foreign element growing in the realm, and Freya thought it understandable with the human world outside changing, that this realm would change too. And the original name was lost, as the people started to call their home the 'Soul Society'.
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Freya made her way down the dirty street of the Soul Society, the districts had gotten more and more diverse as time went on she noticed. With the wealthier in one area and getting poorer as it went out. The diversion would only get stronger in time Freya realized, and thought perhaps that it had something to do with human souls. But one thing the Soul Society had in common was that no matter where is went, the souls would always stop and bow to her. They all knew who she was, and what she could do. She had even once heard some refer to her as 'Your Majesty'
King of the Soul Society was not something Freya wanted. But more and more over time started to pick up on it.
She paused at the sound of splashing, and the sound of a young soul. Twisting Freya walked towards the river. She blinked at the sight she saw. Up to his waist in water a young boy, was driving around after a fish. Panting and crying out, whenever one swam through his fingers.
"What are you doing boy," Freya questioned.
Yelling in surprise and fright the boy slipped arms spinning back into the water. Huffing he glared up at her.
"I'm trying to catch some fish, I'm hungry!" The boy cried, "And you scared them off!"
Brushing aside is accusation she focused instead on the unbelievable.
"Hungry?" She echoed, human souls didn't get hungry.
"Yes! I'm starving." He stated driving for another fish, and missing completely.
Freya raised her arm and pointed at the fish, and watched as it froze in the water. Glowing slightly.
"Kido!" The boy gasped, looking on in awe.
"Kido?" Freya questioned, raising an eyebrow. The boy gestured at the fish, before snacking it up.
"That's what the people are calling it," He stated. A lot happy now he had his fish. Maybe he really was hungry, Freya thought with surprise. With this puzzle to figure out later Freya turned to leave.
"Can you teach me?" The boy said suddenly.
"Teach you what?"
"Kido," He said. The boy was asking her to teach him magic. About to dismiss him on the grounds he would not have the spiritual power, when a thought struck her.
"Boy come here," Curious and unafraid the boy moved closer, as Freya reached out a hand to hold his face. Gazing into his eyes she read his spiritual power. Fluctuating and growing wilding, it was there.
"Well it would explain the hunger I guess." She allowed. A spiritual power. Such powers had always existed in some levels in humans, sometimes to the point of the living being able to see the dead. But this was something else. Something she usually only saw when looking into the eyes of a Valkyrie.
#SC#
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto that's what the boy said his name was. And Freya took on the task of training him. It was different, she noted. Then training a Valkyrie. A Valkyrie for start was created for such things, a human soul however needed to grow into it. She taught him what she could, something needed to be explained. While others needed to be found by trial and error.
The kido, as it had been come to be known, was one such thing. Yamamoto was unable to cast without incantation, without some way of focusing it. At least that was for now, Freya had no idea what things would bring in the future. So Freya separated in into two groups. The way of binding, Bakudō as he dubbed it. And the way of Destruction, Hadō.
Each spell numbered. Making them easier to remember. Not that it mattered. Yamamoto soaked up everything she taught him like a sponge.
Speed and movement was taught to, to be able to move so fast it was beyond sight. Shunpo, was the name it was given. Flash step, Freya translated for herself. Wondering briefly where this new language was coming from.
Not the most gifted at it Freya was not surprised when Yamamoto became faster than her. But she was still surprised by how fast. Watching the boy practice in the distance. She spoke quietly with her twin handmaidens.
"Odin never really had any thought for human souls that were not warriors," Freya commented, "Either they joined his army or... he did not care."
"When left to flourish it is amazing what a human soul can do," Asdis stated.
"You two have taken on students also?" Freya questioned.
"Yes My Lady," The said, although not a well versed as Freya at the theory. The twins were skilled no the less.
"What do you think caused it?" One twin asked. "The spiritual growth I mean."
"I know not," Freya said, "It could be our presence here. It could be, simply a human soul reaching its true potential. Without the interference of the gods."
#SC#
She watched as the others fought the Hollow. Human souls she had explained to Yamamoto, which had lost their hearts and become twisted. Creatures that needed to be cleansed, before they killed others. The boy had wanted to come and see. No, Freya corrected herself, not boy. Not anymore. Now it was young man. He had long since grown into young man.
A voice shouted "Bakudō number nine, STRIKE!"
The Hollow froze engulfed in red light, Freya glanced to the side. "Well done child." She called to her student, ignoring the affronted look on the young man's face at being called a child.
She raised her hand and point at the wounded Hollow, silently ordering another blast of Kido. Destructive this time. The Hollow disappeared, in a flash of light as it disintegrated.
"You majesty!" A voice called, as two more human soul flashed in front of her. Both on the knees. Freya had long since given up trying to get them to stop, so she allowed them to continue. However she made no move to take control. She was a King by name only. A figure head only.
"Yes?" she asked.
"There is something wrong with the sky," One stated, pointing up.
Freya turned to look, and her eyes widen in shock. Cracks ran across the blue cloudless sky. Before splitting, a massive white arm appeared, followed by a black cloak. The white mask, and hole in its chest as a sign as what it was. But it was something Freya had never seen before.
"What in the worlds?" She gasped out, as its massive masked mouth opened. Green mist escaped. "Vigdis! Asdis!" she called out and the twins flashed to her side. They froze in shock.
"My Lady….what?"
"It is a Hollow. No!" she gasped, "It is more than one Hollow, its hundreds no thousands together!"
"That's impossible!"
"Obviously not," Freya murmured. When the Valkyrie had been around such a thing would have been killed before it even stepped foot in the human world. But with them lost, it fell to her and her rag tag group.
"Forward!" She called, "We have to kill it!"
As if know they were talking about it, the massive Hollow turned its mask towards them. And opened it mouth. Red energy gathered there, before being shot short in a massive beam.
"What…!" Was all Freya had time to gasp, before raising her a hand. The beam deflected off crashing into the ground in explosive fashion.
The giant gave a cry, and stepped forward. Freya glanced around taking in the state of her group. No one appeared dead. However Yamamoto had a glazed look in his eye, as if he wasn't focusing on what was happening. It had been happening more often lately but never in battle. Suddenly light snapped back into his eyes and he ran forward.
"Yamamoto…" she gasped reaching out a hand to stop him.
He side stepped her, and ran forward. His arm reaching out as if he was reaching for something. Spiritual energy soared, gathering at his finger tips. In a flash flames roared around his hand, and he brought them together as his to grasp a sword hilt.
"Reduce All Creation to Ash," he called, and swung his arm forward. "Ryūjin Jakka!"
There was a flare of light and a sword, appeared in his hand, blazing with roaring flames so high and so hot it seemed the very sky was on fire. In a flash fire engulfed the massive Hollow, its cry shock the ground and rattled their ears. It vanished like any other slain Hollow.
Leaving all staring in stunned silence at Yamamoto, who after panting for a moment collapsed to the ground.
#SC#
Freya sat by her student's side, in her hand was his sword. She turned the sheathed blood over, admiring it at the same time as examining it. The make was foreign to her, but the power was something she knew.
"My Lady?" One of the twins questioned.
"When the Valkyrie were made. They were made with their sword and armor apart of them." She handed the weapon back, "It seems a human soul was too, they just have to find it."
She climbed to her feet, "It is a spirit weapon," she stated, "It is a part of your soul, but it has a power of its one. That is the fire attack we saw earlier. That is all I can say, I never mastered one. They were something the Valkyrie used"
Yamamoto nodded his understanding. His teacher's past was something he knew, even if sometimes he didn't understand it.
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"Vigdis!" Asdis screamed her twin's name. Loki's forces had found them, the trickster god not amused that he was not the sole god as he had thought, had sent his beasts after them. With the human souls, or Death Gods as they had become known by. A name the Valkyrie had ones been given. Freya had been able to beat them back.
"I am here!" The other called. They had been lucky and been able to seal the gateway to the Realm of the gods. Loki was trapped in the realm he had conquered. They didn't know how long for, but hopefully it would last awile. Vigdis ran forward and grasped her twin's hand, and with a node of determination they both turned to Freya.
"My Lady," they called, "We must hide you."
"Where?"
"Odin's safe house," One twin said. "He never got to use it,"
"No!" Freya gasped, "It takes massive spiritual energy to open it. You can not!"
"Do not worry My Lady," Said the other twin. "We will open it. We will be your key."
"This will kill you!"
"My Lady please," Vigdis cried, "We were born to serve you, to help you. We are doing our duty."
"And hopefully," Asdis continued, "One day you will find away to wake the Valkyrie and open the halls of Valhalla. And destroy Loki!"
"Majesty please, as your lady's said. For your safety you most withdraw." She nodded numbly. Looking mournfully at her servents.
"Please my lady let us come with you."
"Very well," She said nodded before turning. "No." She said, putting a hand on Yamamoto's shoulder as he moved forward. "Not you."
"But…" Any protest died on his lips as she shook her head.
"I need you here," She said softly "I need you, to train others. Teach them what I thought you. Teach them more then I taught you. Because I know without a doubt you will far exceed me."
#SC#
She was pretty sure she was dreaming. But it was difficult to tell, everything was so real. From the feeling of her armor, to the weight of the sword in her hand. Creatures moved around her, some human size, some much larger. Moving at speeds that blurred them from sight.
The dreamer fought them, her sword an extension of her arm, her will. Another stroke of her blade and warm blood gushed across black plate armor. Death keens howls, and more creatures leapt.
And Tatsuki Arisawa sat up from her bed with a gasp.
A/N: The next chapter will be in the bleach world. Tell me what you thought, and if you think I should continue.
