-Repent-
Me: (Sigh) I know. You are all going to kill me. This is a series…
Rayman: I KNEW IT!!! SHE'S BETRAYED US!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!
Me: Chill. Stop eating my ice cream.
Rayman: Hey, how did you-?
Me: ANYWAYS, ignoring the doofus…
Rayman: Hey!
Me: I should give you a little explanation. This is ToS re-written in a new plot. Takes place a few months before the oracle in the Asgard ranch.
Rayman: Hehehe… Asgard…
Me: I know! It sounds like they need someone to guard their… I'm not going to finish that XD
Doopliss: You'd better not!
Me: EEP! Doopliiiiiiiiiiss!
Doopliss: Yeah, whatever slick. Lloyd told me to tell you that he's gonna kill you ten times over for giving him that cold.
Me: Shoot, he caught it? Man…
Doopliss: Hey, you writing WBSW? FINALLY!
Me: Umm… It's new-
Doopliss: WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?! I thought you were crazy when you started writing that oneshot! Myra, you've GOT to stop this!
Me: I know XP My fault. I'm just going to get it out there so that the idea doesn't rot in my head.
Rayman: If Kratos sees you writing this… Ho, boy, you'll be dead in no time flat!
Me: That's too bad, cause' he's preoccupied.
Rayman: By what?
Me: Lloyd, of course! XD It's a good thing I gave him that cold after all!
Doopliss: You're really good at finding loopholes.
Me: I know XD
Rayman: AND WHAT'S UP WITH THE STUPID SMILIES?!?!
Me: Do you want me to go machine gun on you?!
Rayman: …Shutting up…
Me: Ah, much better.
Doopliss: You're so mean!
Me: Dude, I'm a grumpy teenager who is going through one of the roughest parts of puberty. You THINK I'd be nice?!
Doopliss: Well, I'm not a girl, and I'm not going through puberty, so I can't relate.
Me: Meh… My loopholes are rubbing off on you guys, huh?
Rayman: Yes.
Me: Whatever. Disclaimer, please!
Rayman: Okay. First, let me say WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! You come to a FAN fiction site, trying to find the REAL owner of Tos?! That guy has a life! Myra doesn't! So obviously, Myra doesn't own Tos!
-Chapter One: The new Project-
Kratos sighed. Yggdrasill had summoned another meeting about some myth floating around of the Angelus Project being revived. Kratos was sure it was just a myth, but Yggdrasill thought otherwise. He wanted to know fact from fantasy, and he was determined to get an answer. So naturally…
"Kratos, I want you to go to the Asgard Human Ranch to find out if this is true or not."
…He wasn't expecting that.
"What?" Kratos gasped. "Why me? Why can't Yuan go?"
"As it stands now, Yuan is busy with the research on the most effective ways of maturing a Chosen's Cruxis Crystal." Yggdrasill frowned as he tapped the arm of his chair. "You are the only other angel that I deem trustworthy enough to carry out this task."
"Fine…" Kratos grumbled. When Yggdrasill had a reason, he had a reason. And if you didn't believe that… Ho, there's a nice beating waiting for you. "I'll go. Expect a report back from me within a week." The Seraph turned and hurried down the corridor, only to be met with the most annoyingly possible being to run into at the time.
Noishe.
"Awooooo!!!" Noishe cried as he circled his master.
"Agh! What is it?" Kratos growled as the Protozoan circled him. "You want to come with me, is that it? Fine. Just don't get in the way." The dog-like creature let out a howl and faithfully followed Kratos as they ran through the many halls of Derris-Kharlan. Finally coming to a portal leading down the Tower of Salvation, the duo headed to their destination: Asgard Ranch.
Later, at the Ranch…
Kratos groaned as he approached the Ranch. These places sickened the only bit of humanity he had left. The host bodies were currently at work, pushing the blocks in a line down a chute. Not even Kratos knew what was down there, and he didn't want to find out. As he entered the facility, he saw a young boy no older than the age of seventeen trying to push one of those monstrosities and failing miserably. He fell to his knees with a moan, attempting vainly to catch his breath. The Desian guards notice the boy stop and began to whip him. He let out a cry each time the leather cracked on his skin, making Kratos feel something he hadn't felt in a long time: pity.
"I'd prefer that you didn't whip children in my presence." Kratos snarled as the two Desians turned their attention to him.
"L- Lord Kratos!" A Desian gasped. The two quickly bowed their heads and left. The boy looked up at Kratos with wide eyes.
"Get back to work!" Kratos snapped. He would have probably asked the boy if he were okay, but this just wasn't his day. Snapping back to reality, the boy quickly returned to pushing the large block. Kratos sighed and headed to the entrance. Noishe attempted to follow.
"No, Noishe. You have to stay outside this time." Kratos frowned. The Protozoan lowered his head in defeat and left as the Seraph made his way down the halls to the room where Kvar was. He held his breath and entered the Grand Cardinal's room, hating every second of his assignment.
"Lord Kratos!" Kvar smirked. "Such an honor to have you come to my ranch."
"Let's cut to the chase." Kratos growled. "Have you revived the Angelus project? Or have you not?"
"Indeed I have." Kvar nodded. "The boy is the son of the former Angelus Project. I sense greater progress from him than his mother." The information hit him like a ton of bricks. Anna was the former Angelus Project… They had a son… Though his facial expressions didn't show it, Kratos was devastated. How could he possibly let the only one he had left who ever loved him fall into the hands of the Desians? "The Angelus Project should be done in about a month. Then, it will be the most powerful Cruxis Crystal ever created!"
"If you don't mind, could I talk to the host body for a moment?" Kratos asked.
"Hmm? Why would you want to speak with that inferior being?" Kvar frowned.
"Do not question me." Kratos hissed. "You must remember that I have a higher authority than you do."
"Well, alright then…" Kvar mumbled. "Go ahead. I believe he's done his chores for the day. Ask for L013."
"Thank you." Kratos nodded. He hurried as fast as he could to the other side of the Ranch and asked the guard exactly what Kvar had told him.
"L013?" The guard blinked. "Yes, I believe he's available. He's in that cell over there." Kratos quickly ran from the guard to the cell which the guard had pointed out. He nearly fell over when he saw who it was.
It was the boy who he'd seen being whipped earlier. His face was pointed down, allowing his short, scraggly brown hair to fall into his face. He was dressed in dark grey rags which seemed to have been worn from a different color. On his left hand was Kvar's pride and joy, the Angelus Project. As Kratos touched the glass of the cell the boy jumped in his seat and slowly brought his head up. His eyes… He had inherited his father's eyes, yet the innocence and beauty of his mother's. He stared sadly up at the angel, who would have burst into tears by now had it not been for his many years of emotional training.
"…Are you my guardian angel?" The boy finally asked, a look of shock spreading across his face.
"How did you-?!" Kratos gasped as he took a small step backwards.
"I've been praying to the goddess that hopefully one day my guardian angel would come." The boy smiled as he stood up. "Did you hear my prayers?"
"Let's get this straight." Kratos frowned. "I'm not your guardian angel. I'm just here to tell my leader that you exist." Upon hearing this, the boy frowned and sat back down, once again curling into a small ball as if it was going to protect himself.
"Well, then go tell him I'm right here if you want. I won't stop you." He replied, hugging his knees tighter. Kratos could see the blood running down his left arm.
"…Was that… from earlier?" Kratos asked, referring to the arm.
"Oh… this?" The boy raised his arm into the light. "I've seen worse… I'm sorry you had to see that. That's never happened before." He frowned and lowered his arm again. "I guess my muscles just wore out from all those years of pushing…"
"…And how long have you been here?" Kratos asked.
"I don't know…" The boy shook his head. "I don't even know how old I am. And only Kvar knows my real name. He promised to tell me when this 'Exsphere' or whatever was finished, but… I've been here for who knows how long and it's not done yet. I just… I just wish I knew something! Like who my parents were! Or my age! My name! I've been here all my life, and I don't even know how it feels to be loved!" He buried his face in his hands as to try and prevent Kratos from seeing him cry. But what he didn't know was Kratos felt a stinging behind his eyes, too.
"Lord Kratos, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave this area." The guard frowned. "Non-host bodies are not allowed in this premise at this time."
"I see…" Kratos nodded. "Alright then. I'll be on my way." He hurried out of the room, as to prevent himself from seeing rather unpleasant sights.
Me: Done... And I am done for.
Doopliss: You bet!!!
Me: Hey, hold on a sec.
Doopliss: Huh?
Me: Rayman, I promised that if someone reviewed for my oneshot, then you'd have to use Hellfire on Remiel...
Rayman: Really? I can kill him?
Me: Uh-huh! Go do it!
Rayman: Ok... Let's see now... Oh dark one of the black abyss, I demand thee to cast your undying hatred upon thy enemies! Burn to ashes! HELLFIRE!!!
Remiel: AHHHH!!! IT BURNS!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Wahoooooooo!!! Burn, baby, burn!
Doopliss: Disco inferno!
Me: Burn, baby, burn!!!!
Rayman: That's enough sugar for you two.
Me: Feh! Oh, yeahs, all people who want to see Remiel burn again, review to my oneshot! PLEASE!!! I'M BEGGING YOU!!!
Doopliss: You just want an excuse to burn Remiel, don't you?
Me: Yes XD Review to this story AND my oneshot!