After reading the fanfics of the P3: Fallen Messiah and P5: the Fallen Hero, I decided to make this story where the protagonist of Persona 5 (Ren Amamiya following the plot of the anime) will go to the side of evil ... but this time the Gods of Chaos of W40k, joining both universes in a single story.
I'm also thinking of joining Royal's plot.
My grammar can be bad, just as English is not my mother tongue.
All comments and criticisms are welcome.
Sometimes, Ren Amamiya had wondered if it was really worth saving human society in the midst of corruption, that if his actions to reform people's dark counterparts by employing the Metaverse Navigator would have some end when he was introduced into that world by that mysterious old man named Igor on his arrival in Shibuya.
The old man had told him that he had great potential inside him after being framed for the simple act of saving an innocent from a drunken politician, and whose action led him to be recognized as a criminal, an outcast from society, a criminal that deserved to be treated like a scum, a rot ... a rotten stain.
Despite the attempt to be an outcast, and the contempt of his parents for not believing him innocent, Igor gave him a second chance with the delivery of the application, an opportunity not to be a prisoner of his own destiny between infamy and anarchy that the world was plagued, an opportunity for redemption; the rehabilitation of their own identity and the salvation of their own humanity that was immersed in their own destruction.
The world needed a light of hope in the darkness, and from it the Phantom Thieves of Heart was born, a group of marginal teenagers who had risen against the corrupt and decadent authority of the adults that governed society, and whose mission was to complete reformation to give way to a world where everyone could live in peace without any evil ... or that was what he believed when a slight emptiness inside him afflicted him, as if his work did not have any meaning. .. as if all this was nothing more than a simple ignorance that was still blinded.
At first he was confused, but when problems began to occur in his team, an uncertainty had formed inside him, implying that his long road to rehabilitation was nothing more than a contradiction to his destiny for his incrimination ... a illusion ... a fantasy ... something that did not exist for him, and that made him realize that everything no longer made sense.
His confidence in his friends had diminished to such an extent that he began to hate them, both them and the others he had formed with his social links with other marginalized.
In the moments when he had gone through difficult times, such as Morgana's arrogance of becoming human; the fight he had with Ryuji when he decided to leave the group at his own whim where he had used Haru Okumura as a support for emotional support, and possible cat sexual desire in addition to Ann; the almost incrimination by the terrible uncle of Futaba; the comments of the students at the Shujin Academy for their criminal records ... everything he had to endure made him become apathetic and cold, taking for granted his own disappointment in the world he lived in.
He hated his friends, he hated his caretaker, he hated Igor ... he hated all the people around him ... his parents, his city ... everything ... even his own double life.
Was it worth saving humanity from its own destruction? ... no.
Did he deserve to continue using Metaverse to continue his rehabilitation? ... no.
Should he have been ignorant that everything is going well? ... no.
Was it worthwhile to continue his duty of altruism? ... he preferred to die.
When he was captured by the SIU officers in the Palace of Makoto's older sister as part of his plan so that Akechi did not know anything that he was the traitor, he received beatings, beatings, whips, even supplied him with a narcotic that barely He left alive to tell the truth, but refused to do so, which he repeated his role as a punching bag.
That inhuman mistreatment that he had to endure by the agents of the "law", and the cold indifference of Sae Niijima with respect to his poor state in which he was, a hatred grew within him, both his anger and his rage ... the glass had been spilled, and his senses of justice and duty had disappeared, replaced by a feeling that everything would end ... and he did ... sold to his friends at the cost of the damage they were going to to have.
He felt no guilt, but relief and relaxation for getting rid of an enormous weight that made him feel angry, without understanding that his action was reprimanded for the entrance of Goro Akechi with a psycho expression, a gun barrel that was fixed on his forehead, and a boring speech that he could barely hear when he died with the bullet piercing the inside of his head.
He thought he would be happy in the hereafter, although he forgot that his contract allowed him to return to the Velvet Room, appearing in his miserable cell, taking away the old man's reprimands, and the twins who kept insulting him for his betrayal, remaining in confinement for the rest of eternity.
But, nevertheless...
"I demand an execution"
That made the old man and the twins call with surprise.
"What did you say, prisoner?" Caroline had said sternly.
"... What you heard: I want to be executed"
There was great silence in the room in the form of a prison; The three inhabitants were intrigued by the strange request of their prisoner.
"What leads you to say that?" Igor said with a raised eyebrow, turning a thoughtful position.
Another silence, and Ren answered in a dead and harsh tone:
"Do you want me to tell you why I betrayed my friends?"
Stunned expressions formed in the three beings of the Velvet Room.
"I did it because I'm sick of everything," the young prisoner bellowed bitterly. "I thought I was doing the right thing when you gave me the application, but it all started to decline when I knew that nothing was worth continuing with this absurd rehabilitation. I am fed up because my life has been tainted when I committed that stupid heroic act of helping Someone without knowing the terrible consequences of reality. I am tired of always seeing the same expressions of uncertainty. I am fed up with my friends because they are incompetent good at all. I am tired of hearing the complaints of the Shadowed Beings in Mementos of their morbid desires. If the world goes to shit, then let it go to shit. I am not interested in the repercussions of my actions if my former co-workers are prosecuted. If human society is predestined to fall, then let it fall, all die, nothing matters to me except die, and that is what I was wishing for when Akechi killed me, believing that I would rest in peace. I agree to die and give up the contr I signed"
A thick and heavy silence from beyond the grave took over the Velvet Room for hours, leaving the owner and the twins stunned with shocking expressions.
"... I see," Igor replied after a second. "If it's your decision, then your claim is granted" a written white sheet had manifested itself out of nowhere in front of him, and some blue flames had devoured him completely. "Your contract has been revoked, ending your former responsibility as the one that would bring hope to humanity" He snapped his fingers, and magically the cell door opened in a whisper. "Now it's time to do your part"
Ren nodded silently, getting up from his bed and taking a step forward as he left his cell. He experienced a slight headache when the blade burned in flames, meaning the loss of his Personas, including that of Arsene ... although he did not care at all that the fragments of his psyche disappeared.
He stood, not moving, with his bent column and an apathetic expression drawn on his face.
The twins had taken firm positions, prepared at the sign of their master. On the faces of the two girls there was sadness, pain, disappointment and uncertainty.
"It's such a pity so much wasted youth," Igor said disappointingly. "You had so much potential inside you being a rebel soul, a trickster who did not give up without a fight or submit to death, but I was wrong about you being able to exceed my expectations. I had a lot of confidence in you, trickster. You were the only hope that he could save mankind from his impending calamity "
"... I'm sorry for not meeting your expectations at the end," the boy replied indifferently with a frown and a shrug. "Occasionally one gets disappointments in life. It was fun while it lasted."
"... It was," Igor sang in depth. "A real shame. Goodbye, trickster"
Ren did not return the farewell, but saw how his whole sight glimpsed the darkness when the twins attacked him with a powerful spell that swallowed him until he disappeared
In the vast spectral sea that he composed on the plane he was in, Ren had thought he could rest in peace after having died during his execution in the Velvet Room ... but no, he didn't ...
There was something that bothered him, a feeling of melancholy that invaded him inside, letting him express, hatred, anger, anger, sadness, fear, and pain ... all those feelings began to emerge like a water bubble that burst into that he had to store and endure during his miserable life in the underworld.
He screamed, cursed, cried ... released all emotions that hurt him so much ... all those memories were nothing more than a stake stuck in his mind that made him suffer.
He hated the Phantom Thieves, he hated the society he lived in, he hated the people he had socialized, he hated his caregiver, he hated his school, he hated his parents ...
He hated them all, cursing them from beyond with all his bitter and poisonous fury.
When he finished emptying everything, Ren became apathetic and depressive ... it was no longer worth getting even with his old life ... that was a thing of the past, and his eternal suffering was being in the hereafter.
Letting out a heavy groan, Ren closed his eyes, letting the spectral sea envelop him and dissolve him like crumbs until he disappeared ... but he didn't feel that, but something else ... something, disturbing.
When he opened his eyes, he noticed that everything around him was undulating, distorting irregularly when he entered the Metaverse, although what he saw was different: pink nebulas of different colors took over the whitish gray space, completely taking over the entire space, being immersed in a strange scary and unknown landscape.
Ren felt restless, anguished at what was going on, thinking it might be a hallucination because of the stress product he had ... but he wasn't.
He had died in the Velvet Room when he ordered his execution, assuming that everything he saw was real.
"We feel your despair, human"
Ren was startled, scared and fearful; the voices had come out of nowhere, invisible and attractive, making him shiver.
"We know that you have been through many hardships in your old life; a simple puppet of your own destiny"
He noticed that there were four that spoke to him, which had a different intonation when speaking in unison.
"You thought that your purpose in life was to be free from your perpetual imprisonment, but you saw the harsh reality in front of your eyes." The first voice was scholarly, like that of a wise master of the occult.
"You fought against all the enemies you've encountered on your way, without knowing that your greatest opponent was yourself." The second voice was that of a warrior shown in anger, whose tone was that of thunder.
"You saw how society began to corrode from the inside until it rotted, victim of its own disease of corruption" the third voice was viscous, greedy and sickly when he spoke.
"Your feeling for providing a better future for others was only a blinding illusion of your own ambition to be the savior ... until you managed to see the true hidden faces of those you swore to protect" The last voice was sensual and lustful, both That made him feel a sense of sexual attraction.
The nebulae rippled, moving like hurricanes to form in stormy times, describing four silhouettes as they piled up in various masses, and Ren knew that the bearers of the voices were manifesting, wanting to appear in front of him, and they did so when they finished manifesting ; revealing four imposing monstrous beings that escaped any hint of logic and psychological sanity.
They were terrifying ... they were gigantic ... they were like gods, demonic gods out of fantasy tales.
The first was a sturdy, muscular warrior, a hundred feet tall, equipped with a decorated metal armor made of overlapping plates made of brass and blackened iron. His rabid dog face was barely noticeable, although his twisted features are almost hidden by a baroque helmet decorated with skulls.
The second was a titanic body of flesh plagued with decay and pestilence. Its gigantic housing is full of corruption and exudes an overwhelming stench that made him gnaw the mind. Its skin is greenish, leathery and necrotic; its surface is abundant in fruitful blooms, swellings and infestations that Ren has seen ... not to mention that its gurgling organs are aligned with the decay excrement, spilling and dripping through its broken skin to hang like obscene fruit around its circumference.
The third was a huge humanoid with a grotesque shape and ungainly limbs. He has no head and his wrinkled face protrudes from the upper torso, while the other two were on both sides in the regions near his armpits, like one in his stomach. Above his eyes he has two gigantic long horns that seem to sprout from his shoulders instead of from his forehead. The horns Ren had glimpsed were meandering and flexible that end in horrifying faces. The light blue-dark skin is covered with faces and mouths that whisper to each other in an unintelligible language.
The last was a hermaphrodite being with a perfect body that defies the natural order of the universe; He was radiant and slender, with long limbs and great elegance, with a captivatingly androgynous beauty. His features were dazzling, impious and glorious with his feminine and masculine notes, leaving him stunned and flushed like a tomato. His hair falls in loops similar to pure gold, and by the grab of two pairs of black horns that are born on his forehead. The dress of the hermaphrodite deity is that of a shiny mesh shirt, trimmed with velvet and jewels of indescribable decay and beauty.
Ren felt intimidated by the appearance of the four mysterious deities that manifested themselves in the plane of the beyond, and it could be said that his presences made him shiver with horror, as if dying was not the worst thing that happened to him in his unfortunate life.
"W-Who ... are y-yous?" he replied, stuttering in fear.
"We are the Ruinous Powers," the blue deity formally introduced himself, "the supreme rulers of the Warp and we compose them the flow of Chaos. My name is Tzeentch, master of magic and manipulations. These are my brothers: Khorne, Nurgle and Slaanesh, which we form as the Great Gods of Chaos. We have felt your despair and your hatred through the astral planes in coming to your aid."
"... My help?" Ren questioned, arming himself with a frown. "Why do you want to help me? I am not interested in doing favors with dimensional entities, let alone the demonic side."
"You're wrong, human," Khorne told him in a storm-like intonation, pointing at him with his gloved iron hand. "You try to suppress your emotions in spite of the hatred you still possess within yourself. I can feel the anger and rage that you repress against the world ... you want to make them suffer ... you want to take revenge, and that is my specialty; in granting my power in those who swear revenge of their aggressors"
Ren kept silent without looking at them or a word.
"Aww, how cute you are when you get angry, honey," Slaanesh said with a sweet and warm purr that made him shiver. "With that attitude of yours, it only makes us more interested. Don't deny it, Ren Amamiya, former leader of the Phantom Thieves of Heart"
Ren let out a choked voice when the hermaphrodite deity learned of his ex-trade that he had renounced in the underworld. Even so, he refused to answer, knowing that they were gods of another dimension, and the gods were characterized in having the ability of Omniscience according to mythological studies.
"You can't hide your grudge forever," Nurgle had said sympathetically. "We have seen how your life was meaningless after I had suffered that mishap when you wanted to help that girl from that political official on the night of the incident. Everyone had turned their backs on you, receiving contempt from your own parents and your caregiver upon arrival in the city as a temporary guest; you even received the same treatment in your new school when your file was revealed to everyone"
On that he could agree: Kamoshida had inquired into his transfer file to discredit his status with his criminal record exposed when he and Ryuji had escaped from his Palace with Morgana's help. In addition to that he did it to take pride in his false attitude of a good physical education teacher who cared for the welfare of his students, although he did it to gain power and sexually harass the girls, just as he did with Shiho ... But that was in the past, and just remembering it gave him empathy in being involved in an absurd soap opera drama.
"You had thought that your double life in reforming the dark counterparts of humans could lift your mood and recover your lost faith ..." Tzeentch took the word, "but you only managed to see the hidden side of others as that time advanced, revealing the hidden facets of your classmates and those who had gone through difficult times"
He recalled when the moron of Ryuji Sakamoto argued with Morgana with the decision to take society to a better future without violence or evil, the blond was an idiot in general. Morgana was another despicable being who barely had to endure his presence; so arrogant and so narcissistic of his own ego that he only cared to regain his human form, not counting the constant flattery he made to Ann as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world ... even Ann herself was unpleasant because of her rudeness and a disgusting attitude in the sexist area of her outfit in the Metaverse, not knowing that her model job was to expose her body to the cameras: what a whore she was. Makoto only seemed to be bossy without charisma and fearful of her own attitude that she thinks may be the best in everything, but it is a lie. Futaba is a geek who deserved to be in a reformatory and leave privacy alone. Yusuke was only interested in art at any price, even while in Mementos he just wanted to draw and forget that he had real friends. Haru was the typical innocent and stupid girl who ordered him as a submissive in the service of her master; Since she appearance at her father's Palace, she only proved to be useless with a false personality ... one could even say that she let Morgana rub her face on her breasts and crotch as a sign of solidarity.
... The rest of the other outcasts who used them as Confidents to strengthen their powers, were only covered with tubes that sometimes filled in frames without continuity: Sae Niijima and Goro Akechi were on the list of the most undesirable that the world could have given birth
"But ..." Tzeentch continued talking when he arrived in a dramatic part, "... and if you want me to tell you that your choice when receiving the Metaverse navigation application was a simple ploy"
Ren was surprised and asked the Destiny Architect what he knew.
"You want to know?"
He nodded insistently and anxiously, and Tzeentch gladly revealed the whole truth through a spell that enveloped him in a mystical trance, as all the information gradually revealed itself.
When it was all over, Ren never felt so disgusted since his prosecution: Philemon and Nyarlatothep's commitment to using humans as pawns in his game to using the Velvet Room as a receiver where all future Wildcards would be used as toys, the secret of the Syndrome of Apathy on Port Island, the events of Inaba, Yaldabaoth controlling all the threads of his villain cliche plan, Akechi's revenge against daddy Shido ... and crap for the revelations.
With everything he had processed, a sense of darkness manifested in his inner emptiness; I wanted revenge, I wanted to destroy the Earth along with the humans and the gods in it.
He was no longer interested in saving in a race destined for destruction, but in promoting destruction from within without being seen.
"Then ..." Tzeentch replied, both he and his brothers smiling wickedly. "Do you agree to help yourself?"
A decisive and determined look was shown in the boy's eyes ... a look that meant many things, and one of them was the opportunity to readjust the pending accounts.
"... I acept"
Ren Amamiya's eyes had opened sleepily.
"Soon we will arrive at Shibuya-gai Station" spoke the electronic voice to all passengers who were inside the train, "you are grateful that all luggage is at hand"
The deities returned him at the time where it had all begun with a simple trip on the train on his arrival in the metropolitan city of Japan; He would make sure that everything had to follow according to the plans when the train started to park at the station and that all passengers left. The first thing was to arrive, stay at the Leblanc and plan on the decisions he was going to make.
The Trickster of Hope in which Igor and the twins placed their hopes had died, and the Trickster of the Chaos Gods resurfaced.
Another thing to emphasize: the Gods of Chaos are in the W40k universe, since Tzeentch had glimpsed in the veil of the dimensions his joke with his brothers.
Will not open help from the Imperium of Humanity, or the Emperor, or the Eldar, or any faction: the characters of P5 will be alone.
See you in the next chapter.