So I was cleaning out some drives recently and came across a few stories of mine I had forgotten I had been writing in the past. They all are decent, so I figured I'd clean em up and put em up to see if people like them. No guarantee on update speeds, though ill post all the chapter I have for em at once as I have em already.
So heres the first of the few stories, Danmachi and Cthulhu Mythos! I think I started this one just after I read the first one or two sword oratoria volumes, can't remember for sure, but I know I worked on it for a few months before I almost lost it to a crash, then found the backup and saved it, then forgot about it till now.
So yeah, Cthulhu Mythos, totally safe to crossover with Danmachi. Totally won't lead to horrific endings to a whole bunch of characters XD
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Bell Cranel rushed through the woods trees appearing from out of the dust filled cloud that surrounded him as if trying to tackle him. One minute he had been traveling down the road to a nearby village, his last stop before heading for the Dungeon city of Orario, the next a star had fallen to earth, kicking up a massive plume of earth and debris and knocking him from his feet. He had never seen a shooting Star; much less a falling one, but he did recall the stories.
When a star fell from the heavens, it meant a god had come down to live with the children, with mortals.
So be rushed into the forest, toward the fallen star, toward whatever god had come down. The mountains were full of danger after all, and if the stories were right and gods lost much of their divinity when they came down, then they could be in danger themselves!
Of course thinking about it, it made little sense for a god to come down to Gekai where it was obviously dangerous unless they could defend themselves. Could the gods not control where they descended? No, they were gods, of course they could!
Had whatever god come down for some other reason then? Perhaps they had come down to meet someone? Bell was not a selfish or narcissistic boy, but the idea of a god coming down to meet him, a barely of age boy who wanted to become a hero, was a nice idea to consider.
As unlikely as it was.
It was then that he noticed something strange in that the dust in the air had turned crimson. No, it hadn't, some form of light was illuminating the area a bright yet dark red. And only one thing that he could think of made such a color of light. Magic.
Pushing himself faster Bell very quickly regretted it. The possibility of a god, or something magical, made him too eager, and when he came to the edge of the crater that the falling star had created, he fell right over the edge and into it. Tumbling down the incline Bell smacked against the earth and immediately knew something was strange. He blinked and sat up to look around, finding the earth in the crater cracked and cold, like the heat had been sucked out of it. Small bits of roots and pieces of trees stuck out of the earth at odd angles, but were even stranger as they seemed to be growing fast enough that Bell could actually watch it happen.
Suddenly the light from the center of the crater began pulsing in an almost malevolent way, making Bell shiver as his body went cold. Colder than it ever had before. Despite this, he felt a strange force, almost like a whisper in his ear, telling him to draw closer. It promised things, things he couldn't hear or understand, yet the promises made his body heat up with hopes, while simultaneously making him feel a sense of dread he could not shake.
Without first noticing he had already begun walking towards the light, but as soon as he noticed and took his last step, it was close enough. A sudden blast of wind blew away from the light with a flash, forcing him to shield his eyes, and when he finally opened them, he was left speechless by what was before him.
Standing there in the middle of the crater was a woman unlike any he had ever seen before. She was tall, easily six feet, and her skin was as black as obsidian with almost the same sheen that seemed to bend the edges of sight around her hourglass form. A knee length skirt of bright gold and deep crimson cloth hung down from low on her hips, held there by a belt of bright alabaster metal that seemed to have been shaped at random like a twisting tangle of malice. Her torso, or more exactly her prominently large well shaped breasts, were covered by a strange twisted top of blood red cloth and white metal that left everything down from her ribs exposed, including a bit of the underside of her breasts. Her hair was a pitch black with Streaks of red and gold in it that seemed to shift and swap places whenever Bell blinked, and hung down from her head in a loose ponytail that went down just past her prominent hips. Her feet were atop a pair of simple sandals made of some indiscernible white material, while across her whole body there was a faintly shifting shape of some kind, like tattoos of a color that was almost identical to her skin but tinted slightly brass. She slowly turned her head to Bell and opened her eyes, their solid blackness making Bells breath get stuck in his mouth.
"You, boy. Come here." The woman demanded, her voice smooth and commanding, cementing the idea that she had to be a Goddess in Bell's mind.
He would have done as she said, after all whom in their right and would ignore a god? Yet for some reason, his legs would not move, his hands were clammy, and he could feel the hair on his neck standing on end. It was like his whole body was afraid, when instead it should have been ecstatic at meeting an actual Goddess for the first time!
"Are you ignoring me?" the Goddess asked, a strange confused look on her face, as if the very idea of being ignored was foreign to her.
"Ah, I'm sorry Miss Goddess, I was um, I was surprised so, I'm sorry!" Bell said with a bow, hoping his apology would be enough.
"Wait, Goddess?" the Goddess asked as she looked down at her chest, looked over her arms, looked behind her, and then sighed before letting out a ear wracking shriek. "That Fucking codger! I thought something seemed off with how he was acting, but this, how dare he do this! When I find him I'll, uuuuraaaahhhh!"
"Uh, Goddess, are you alright?" Bell asked, not sure what to make of the Goddesses outburst and colorful language.
"No! How could I possibly be alright when that bastard has done this to me!?" The Goddess declared as she snapped her fingers a few times and growled. "Dammit! I can't even . . . you, boy!"
"Y-yes Miss goddess?" Bell responded instantly, feeling it would be dangerous to provoke a goddesses ire.
"What do I look like to you?!" She demanded, much to Bells confusion.
"Ah, uh, a goddess."
"Details!" she snapped at Bells reply.
"Uh, a beautiful goddess with strange clothing and akin as black as night?" Bell asked, hoping that was what the Goddess wanted to hear.
"Nothing else?"
"Uh, N-no. Should I?" Bell asked, wondering if he should mention the odd feeling he had earlier that he now noticed was gone.
The Goddess let out a heavy sigh as she hung her shoulders down and gripped the bridge of her nose. She seemed extremely upset, but just as Bell took a step forward and opened his mouth to speak, she stood fully back up, a strange expression, not quite a smile, on her lips. "You recognized me for what I am, in a sense, how?"
"Well, I saw you fall from the heavens, and I had heard a story that that was how the gods came down from Tenkai to live here on Gekai with us mortals. That and, uh, you look like a Goddess I guess?"
The Goddesses smile grew wide, far wider than Bell though was possible, and then she began laughing to herself. "I see! How sufficient, I suppose I can work with this for the time being. Boy! What is your name?"
"B-Bell, Bell Cranel."
"Hmm, very well. Bell Cranel, what is your goal in this life? What is it that you want most?" The Goddess asked with a grin.
Bells voice got caught in his throat as something about the Goddesses grin, about her eyes, about her entire being made him pause. He had no idea what Goddess she was, what her intentions were or, or anything really. But she was a goddess, so it would be safe to tell her, right? But still, something in his mind was nagging at him, telling him it was a bad idea, like something bad could happen if he answered her truthfully. Swallowing to ready himself, he instead asked a question, knowing that it would lead to a second he needed to ask. "I know this may be rude, but may I ask you two questions?"
The Goddesses grin lost some of its, weirdness, but then she nodded. "Very well, what would you ask?"
"I, I don't even know what Goddess you are or what kind of Goddess you are. May I know that?"
"My name? I suppose that is fine. I am Nyarlathotep the Crawling Chaos, and in this form I hold the epitaph of The Black Pharaoh!" Nyarlathotep introduced herself, using the moniker her current looks most suited.
Bell looked at her in clear confusion. "Crawling . .chaos? Black Pharaoh? Um, I'm sorry but I've never heard those name Goddess Nyur, Nyal, Nyel . . . . uhm."
Nyarlathotep let out a sigh. "If my name if difficult for you to pronounce, then I suppose I can allow you to call me by another name. One of my monikers or-"
"Ah, I'm sorry about this, but thank you Goddess Lath!" Bell Suddenly exclaimed.
Nyarlathotep looked at Bell for a second before smirking. "Very well, I suppose that is appropriate. But perhaps drop the Goddess title; it is a mouthful, no?"
"But that wouldn't be respectful!" Bell countered his expression making it clear he would budge on showing respect.
"Then use a different title if you must."
"Then . . . . Lady Lath?" Bell asked unsurely.
"It will do. What was your other question, Bell Cranel?"
Bell swallowed again, steeling himself for whatever reaction could come from his question. He wasn't a master at learning about people, or really knowledgeable about the multitudes of gods that existed. Sure he knew of a couple, but only the really well known ones like Zues, Loki and Hephaestus. Still, he had heard stories, and those stories, coupled with the feelings before, made him have to ask. "Are you . . . evil?"
Nyarlathotep looked at Bell, blinked twice and then grinned before letting out a short chuckle. "To answer that question, it depends upon your point of view!"
"I . . . what?" Bell asked in confusion, not quite understanding what she meant. "But, aren't people either good or evil?"
"Haa! As if existence could be so black or white!" Nyarlathotep declared loudly before taking a step toward Bell. "But no, I am not evil, I am Chaos itself made manifest! In all its forms, chaos is neither good nor bad, it simply is a result of the actions of mortals and gods. Whether their intentions are good or not, chaos can be an answer, and can cause both pain and suffering, or growth and stability. It all depends upon the actions and intentions of others. I simply can, speed up the process. Among other things," Nyarlathotep explained as she snapper fingers. A jolt of purple energy arced from her finger at a nearby root sticking up out of the torn ground, and in seconds it began growing, writhing like a living thing as it burrowed into the ground, righted itself and turned into a small tree. A small tree that looked like something out of a nightmare, but a tree nonetheless.
Bell looked at the tree for a few seconds and then shook his head, trying to not think about why it looked so . . . wiggly. "So, you are not evil then?"
"To lesser beings my power might seem so under circumstance, but no, I am not evil," Nyarlathotep said with a smile. "So, will you answer my question then? What is it that you want the most? What is your goal in life right now?"
"Well . . . . My grandfather passed away recently. He always used to tell me stories when I was younger, of heroes righting wrongs and saving people. Of the hero gaining wealth, glory and uh, attention."
"Of the Fairer Sex?" Nyarlathotep suddenly asked with a perfectly lecherous smirk on her lips as she rested a hand on her hips sensually.
Bell only nodded his head in reply to her statement. After all, who could lie to a Goddess?
"I see. Please continue as I interrupted," she said simply as he posture shifted a bit, somehow becoming less alluring.
"Well I, I decided that I was going to become an adventurer."
Nyarlathotep glanced around, noting the mountain leaks leering over the trees that surrounded the crater the two of them stood in. "And you were deep in the mountains because of that?"
"I was on my way to Orario, and then I saw your star fall and came to investigate.
"And Orario is a, country? City?"
"A city that, you don't know about it?" Bell Suddenly asked, changing his line of thought. The gods had made Babel after all, so wouldn't all of them know about it?
"I am not well verses in these lands. You could even say my attention was, elsewhere," Nyarlathotep replied, while avoiding answering. "So Orario is a city where adventurers go, or where people go to become one of these Adventurers then, yes?"
"Yes, most adventurers and Familia's are there as the dungeon is there. So I decided to head to Orario, join a Familia, get a Falna, and make my own future as an adventurer."
"I see. Then for now, I shall accompany you on your travels to this place!" Nyarlathotep declared, much to Bells surprise. He was after, not an adventurer, nor Anyone special.
"But, I'm not an adventurer! I wouldn't be able to protect you if we encountered monsters!"
"You say that like I need the protection. Besides, if you cannot defend yourself, why try to become an adventurer?"
"Because! If, if I can get into a Gods Familia, and receive a Falna, even someone like me can fight monsters!" Bell declared in an almost angry tone.
"I see. That is interesting," Nyarlathotep hummed as she walked up beside Bell and placed a, hand on his shoulder. His body shuddering at the contact. "Well, you need not worry about monsters and their ilk. I can protect both of us if need be, though I doubt the need will be."
"But-" Bell tried to argue, only to have Nyarlathotep move her hand off his shoulder and place a finger on his lips.
"Now then, let us be off. I would like to see this city and its dungeon, and you know the way, yes?"
"I do," Bell said, getting the feeling that arguing with Lady Lath was a bad idea. "There's a village that's just a few hours down the road still, and then Orario is supposed to be just a few days travel from there."
"Good, you seem tired so let us depart," Nyarlathotep said with a smile, before mumbling under her breath out of Bells ability to hear. "And see what this cage of a world has in store for me!"