"The difference of life and death is simply the organization of matter."

-The Truth Seeker

Mortarasa

Prologue

Lasers flew around us, my squadron at my back. Whatever tiny bit of remorse I might of felt for the poor family was crushed beneath my desire for revenge. I hid on the side of a ruined building, the narrow pathway pelted with lasers.

I rolled a teleporter onto the streets. It stood on its side and opened wide, and a huge burst of fire came from it, incinerating everything in its path. The teleporter broke from the strain.

I mused to myself, that's what she meant when she said "It'll bring the heat."

My faced tightened, she was dead because of them. I lost the only one who brought light in this dark and forsaken life. I felt an inexplicable anger rise in me. I broke from my cover and pressed a button on my armour, I heard the automated voice come from my armour.

"Gaze into the abyss of death."

A huge vortex came out, sucking everything into my armour, the lasers stopped flying. I marched forward, determined to exact vengeance. I took out my sword, wanting to finish this personally. I took a turn, and at the end of the alley, was their family. A dad, a mother, and two sons.

"Don't - don't come any closer, I have a gun!"

I laughed, the suit altering it with a mechanical voice. Everything changed while I was in this suit, it was meant to cause fear.

"A gun will do nothing."
"Please, spare us! We have a family! If you have a heart, you'll spare us! Please!"

I stared at them, an inexplicable fury rising in my chest.

"It, was you, who made me like this." The armour pulsed green. I felt the firm grip of my handle as I raised my sword. "Come forth, and meet death." As I walked forward, the dad fired a pistol round. I felt my jetpack rocketing me up in the air the moment the trigger was clicked, and I narrowly dodged the laser. I came down fast, splitting the poor man in half. The kids were crying and the wife was on her knees, begging me to not kill them, to show some mercy, or at least spare their children.

I stopped, and looked at her, begging on her knees. I gave a cruel laugh, the armored suit once again changing my voice. Her last moments were so similar.

"You should of thought of mercy when my friend was here."

"Her? The maid? Is that why you came for us? Was that why you were so worked up? She was just a replaceable servant! I can give you al-"

I left my sword in her lungs, blood bubbling out.

The children were still crying, and I looked around at this place in disgust. A body spilt in half and another person gurgling on blood.

I made my choice.

"Commence Operation Wipeout, it's too dangerous, they have 3 Class A titans, and my squadron is dead."

"Excuse me? Class A titan? Wipeout?"

"You heard me, it's been a great honour serving our proud nation, but I believe this is goodbye."

I opened up another teleporter, and teleported two thousand paces out, slowly walking away. Feeling the heat on my shoulders and hearing the giant explosion as the entire ruin was destroyed. No one could live through that.

My first and only love was taken by my "only" devotion. I was done with my job, I was done with my duty, I was done with loss, I was done with. . . this place.

I threw all my safe teleporters on the ground, and thought about each one. My old village? They'll recognize me instantly, I'll be back in the force before I know it. The forest? I didn't ditch fighting criminals and other fighters for more fighting with bandits. None of the cities would work, as my only profession was fighting and I can't live on my savings forever. I looked at the last option. Operation Void, how fitting. I stood and thought for a moment. The last time I felt anything was when I was with. . . her. I looked into the mixture of purple and black beyond the portal. I grimaced, might as well find out what Operation Void was, and after that, probably hell. I laughed a robotic laugh. I couldn't stop, somehow finding this entire situation ironic. Fuck this world, fuck everything, I'm done. I pivoted on my foot, and began to fall backwards towards the portal. Wishing this world nothing less but hell, I shouted.

"This place can take a rusty bolt and shove it right up its ass!"

Little did I know, hell was where I was going.

Author's note: What's this? A story? Holy shit! Is he finally going to write stuff now? Lol ofc not, I'm still a lazy mofo who has too much going on in his life to be writing this stuff, expect slow updates. At least quality won't be crap (At least I hope so).

Credit to Anameshouldbehere for editing, although I got a feeling he'll do more than that soon.

Check out his story: Ahri's warrior.