The Seraphims of Razgriz Chapter I -- The End's Beginning, a dungeon ni deai o motomeru no wa machigatte iru darou ka fanfic

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage, Rape/Non-con

Categories: F/F, F/M

Fandoms: Is it Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? – Funjino Omori

Additional Tags: Alternative Universe – Angels and Demons, Angels, Demons, Seraphim, Bell Cranel is a Seraphim, Additional Tags to be Added

Language: English

Actual Stats: Published: 2021-May-20, Updated: 2021-05-22, Words: 2906, Chapters: 2/?, Reviews: 4, Favourites: 6, Follows: 10, Views/Visitors: 386/318

The Seraphims of Razgriz

Prince Jae

Summary:

Bell Cranel is your average teenager seeking fortune and fame as an adventurer in the city of Orario – and he's anything but average, although he doesn't know it yet. To everyone, Bell Cranel may look normal, young and naïve. But, as it tends to happen, everything soon will change for him and those around him when unfamiliar faces and sealed memories are back for him, and a new-and-old dark mystery has been placed on his path. Praise, then, the coming of the demons of Razgriz! World's last hope to overcome the coming darkness.

Notes:

Hi, everyone, Prince here. This is another of my attempts to write a long story for DanMachi, so I hope you will like this too. This universe I have planned is vast and full of new mysteries, so I might make some little mistakes here and there – although I'll try to correct them.

Before we continue, this story will be an Alternative Universe where angels, demons and more exist. Wars, holy artifacts, prophecies, betrayal and the constant fight of good versus evil – this will be a whole new world for you, using Bell as our prime element.

Be warned that this story uses a lot of Original Characters (OCs) as they are needed for the story to properly work. Expect them to appear a lot – aside from that, nothing else.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The End's Beginning

Bell Cranel – I

"Have you ever wondered what life would be without you?
I ask myself that every day.
I sometimes wonder how my life would have been if…
I had had my parents with me, without a destiny to fulfil, without a pair of wings on my back or a ringing halo over my head, without brothers and sisters, without lovers or enemies. I wonder how much would have been different without war, death, blood and loss.
Just being a human…
Without being a Seraphim of Razgriz…
Without remembering I'm Jeliel…
Without being an adventurer…
I wonder… how life had been without me." — Bell Cranel's Diary.

- The Seraphims of Razgriz –

He blinked several times, watching the clouds above him in the blue sky. A gentle breeze carried the smell of wildness and peace, this was a place he couldn't remember at all.

When Bell lowered his gaze, he saw the vast fields of green grass, treelines near, and some bushes around. The sounds of animals surrounded him, and it only served to confuse him as to why he was here.

He walked. And he walked. His bare feet tickled as they touched the grass blades and the soil stuck to his soles. But he didn't mind at all. He kept walking.

That's how he arrived at that strange —yet, somehow— and familiar place. Crumbled marble columns and remains adorned the raped wild nature of this clearance amidst the woods. Bell stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a strange hollowness on his chest… like that empty void when something is lost.

He touched his cheeks with his fingertips and he found himself surprised.

"Tears?" He asked himself. "Why am I crying?"

More and more tears poured from his fazed eyes. He tried to stop the tears from falling, but they, somehow, seemed to alleviate that emptiness on his chest.

Then…

A round of giggles broke his shocking moment.

Bell looked around, trying to find the source of the woman-like gentle laughs, but they seemed to echo through the clearance.

"W- Who's there?!"

No answer came, only more giggles.

"Who's there!" He asked again.

But no answer came once again, only giggles and muffled voices.

And, ignoring the growing fear and, somehow, déjà vu feeling, Bell tried to follow the source of the noises.

He walked.

And he walked through woods and bushes, until he found a lake. And his crimson-red eyes widened in surprise as blood warmed his cheeks when he took notice of something —someone, or rather a group of boys and girls playing on the lake's shore naked.

But sooner rather than later, his embarrassment turned into curiosity when he noticed something strange and amiss.

Wings.

Several colourful pairs of wings. Blue, yellow, green, red, purple, orange; a myriad of tones.

And at that moment, something else happened.

Something that awoke a deeper and dull pain on his heart.

She turned around, her white hair dancing around as she giggled, and her pair of white wings with the feather-tips coloured in a majestic blue. She giggled, not caring about her naked nature and not caring if some of the boys saw her.

She danced.

And then, she stopped.

Her crimson-red eyes staring back at him. Cross pupils getting bigger.

She smiled at him, cheeks glowing a faint pink blush.

"Jeliel~" She called him, and outstretched her hand to him.

Bell's eyes widened in confusion.

"Have you finally awakened?"

"Who—"

Btooom!

The sudden explosion forced Bell onto his knees, and he tried to regain balance but only to fall face-down into the ground. Mud covered his face… mud and blood.

Blood.

Bell pushed himself off of the ground, staring in horror and his bloodied hands.

Shock.

Surprise…

Hate…

So much hate…

Anger…

Bitterness…

He clenched his fists and teeth, not understanding what was going on, but letting these feelings overcome him.

Bell then noticed the armour he was wearing. But when he looked up at the sky, he saw a golden halo floating above his head, it was adorned with smaller crosses of white light and simple design.

He gasped.

But a sudden hand gripped his arm tightly. Blood dying on his pale skin.

"W- Why—" A voice pleaded him, and Bell looked down with horror conquering his features. "W- W- Why did you leave us, brother?"

Her hand fell, motionless, and she disappeared in a mist of embers and ashes.

Bell screamed.

Bell cried.

"Jeliel!" Another voice called him.

But he was not this Jeliel, he was Bell Cranel.

A pair of arms tightened around his chest, bringing him closer to someone. More tears fell from his eyes, his cross pupils shining a golden light.

"Why?" Bell asked.

"War is never fair, brother."

"Elemiah," Bell whispered, not knowing how he knew his name.

"You must survive—" His voice was muffled, distorted. "We'll be together—," Again it happened. "Together."

"Together—"

Btooom!

"BELL!"

- The Seraphims of Razgriz -

He awoke to the cool feeling of a new wet cloth being placed on his forehead. He struggled to open his eyes, but when he finally cracked one eye open, he caught sight of his healer this time.

The golden-haired woman he dreamed of meeting.

Aiz Wallenstein was here.

"You should rest a bit more," She said dully, devoid of emotion. "Your wounds are yet to fully heal."

Bell tried to say anything, but his voice came more like a raspy whine instead of words. He winced.

"Why don't you listen?" She asked, tilting her head.

Bell tried to say something, do anything to give an answer, but his body felt like lead and inside his head a sharp pain was growing.

Je—…

'Who…?'

Jel—…

"Are you feeling unwell, Cranel?"

He gritted his teeth.

The pain was growing, evolving, as if something was being carved inside his skull. Flashes of light, sounds and images flooded his mind. It was so fast that it made him feel dizzy.

Why… brother—

'What are these—'

We… Seraphs.

'Seraphs?'

We…

'Stop'

We…

'Stop it'

We…

'Please… it hurts!'

Did it hurt — to die?

'Huh?'

Cold water awoke him from his daydream. Bell gasped, surprised and hurt by the cool feeling on his skin. He wanted to protest but his body still didn't respond to him. He felt powerless against whoever had done that.

"So~ You're finally awake, Argonaut?" The new, but much warmer, voice of Tiona brought some kind of relief to the white-haired adventurer.

He nodded slowly.

"Good~" She answered almost immediately. "We thought we had lost you back there. You know, it's amazing that someone like you managed to defeat a boss like that… You're impressive, Argonaut."

"A- A- Ais," He tried to say, but his voice sounded too wasted for it to be understood.

But Tiona only smiled.

"Ais… I don't know where she is. She left after you passed out again, she thinks it's her fault." Tiona smiled. "But Finn says it's due to your great efforts that you passed again."

This time, he smiled.

He remembered now.

They were still on this floor, even after he had defeated Goliath. He had defeated that monster —well, he wasn't alone, but he delivered the final blow. A true miracle.

"Argonaut?" Tiona called him by his nickname, something she had decided to use whenever she talked to him.

He glanced at her, barely keeping his eyes open.

"I'm glad… We're glad that you finally awake," She said.

But those words seemed to trigger something deeper inside him, and that terrible headache returned slowly. Like a nail it penetrated through his skull and brain.

He closed his eyes forcefully.

"Argonaut?!"

He, somehow, managed to raise his hand and pull away the wet cloth from his forehead. A burning sensation caught his dulled sensation.

"Argonaut!" Tiona screamed.

But he didn't mind.

'Are you — awake?"

Leave me alone!

And again, darkness came to his rescue.

- The Seraphims of Razgriz -

His body felt like a feather, weightless and free. The void in which he found himself had no end as far as he could see. Only darkness and some kind of light that gave him sight were his company.

It was like floating.

He tried to touch the emptiness and just a cool feeling greeted him.

"Where—"

"Inside your mind —or should I say, our mind,"

Bell turned around and gasped in surprise. His red-eyes widening as they tremble in surprise… It was like looking at himself in the mirror.

But the only difference between him and him were a pair of wings and a glowing halo over his head.

"Who—"

The duppler raised a hand, commanding silence. His eyes a far darker red than his held that mystical and, somehow, familiar cross pupils.

"A question that someday I'll answer…" He said, before pointing at his chest with his hand. "I'm you, and you're me, Bell Cranel."

"How—"

"Too many questions plague your mind, I know. I would have been the same if I were in your place… Although I am." He smiled.

A moment of silence.

But this pause gave Bell some time to notice that the dark abyss wasn't entirely dark but a myriad of dark colours; purple, brown, green and black, moving around as if they were a constant flow of mass.

"This is our soul," His identical twin said.

Silence.

"Why don't you ask?"

"Will you answer me this time instead of silencing me?"

His twin smiled.

"Probably,"

"Then," Bell inhaled. "Why are we here? Why I'm here?"

The winged white-haired boy scratched his head, as if pondering the question.

"I'm not entirely sure… It might be that the seal finally broke," He stated as a matter-of-fact. "I've been sleeping for years."

"Who are you?" Bell asked.

"As I said before," Their eyes made contact as he spoke. "You are me, and I'm you. We are one and the same."

Bell frowned. "That doesn't make sense,"

"Many things involving magic don't make sense," He answered. "To put it simple, you're a fragment of me. My living body."

"But—,"

"I know, I know…" He sighed and muttered something under his breath. "Whatever happened, it broke this thing that bound me. And I'm to return… or more likely to make us whole again."

Once again… more silence.

"How—"

'You left us to die!'

'Why brother?'

'Jeliel!'

'Lucifer did this. Lucifer did this. Lucifer—'

'We are going to be together—'

'Don't leave me—'

'I have to go—'

'FATHER—!'

Bell clenched his head and bit his tongue, more voices. More voices and flashes of images… He felt like falling down into a turmoil of emotions and sensations. He felt a hand holding his shoulder and the pain disappeared.

No voices.

No flashes of places and blurred faces.

"The process is beginning. We are to become one once again." His other half whispered. "Whatever you did to break loose the turret of magic that kept us sealed, it worked. But—"

Something caught his winged counterpart's attention.

"W- What—"

The winged boy covered his mouth.

"Now's not the moment." He said urgently. "We'll have to work this out. Search for the others! The other! I can sense them—"

Vrooom!

"Aciaiah!" He screamed. "Look for Aciaiah! She's our best chance of mending our situation!"

And before Bell could ask for more, a sudden beam of light cut through the darkness. The world of emptiness around him started to disappear like ash. And when he tried to reach for his counterpart hand a beam separated them.

The light, morphing into gigantic chains, hunted his winged counterpart.

"Do it, Bell!" He screamed, narrowly missing the chains of light that tried to trap him.

And at that moment, some chains turned to him.

Bell gasped in fear.

"Ahhh!"

Vrooom!

- The Seraphims of Razgriz -

Hestia wondered for the tenth time now what was going on with her child, her beloved Bell. His face kept changing expressions as the time passed by, from neutral to pain, from peaceful to frightened. It was as if something was tormenting him inside his dreams.

Sometimes Hestia would cry when he whispered pleas and talked nonsense.

She had forced herself to not wake him up as the healer of Loki's Familia had stated that his condition, although not mortal, was still pretty bad. She wanted to blame someone.

She wanted a way to vent her ire… but she had none.

And as she watched her child's motionless face, she wondered, once again, what was going on and how this happened in the first place.

"It's not your fault, you know," Hermes said, taking a place next to her.

She grunted.

"It feels like it is," and she hugged her knees closer to her chest. "I knew, you knew, we knew gods are forbidden from entering the dungeons and yet we came."

He didn't respond at first. "Well~ when you put it like that—"

"Why are you here, Hermes?" She asked, not tearing her gaze from her child.

"I — Um… I came to see," He answered, sounding a bit sad. "How's he doing?"

After a moment of silence, she finally averted her eyes. Blue eyes meeting golden eyes. But only one of them had the trails of tears.

"He's surviving," She smiled weakly. "He is a fighter…"

"I know—"

She cried. A yelp. And more stifled cries.

"What was he thinking?!" She asked, more forcefully than she originally intended. And she winced at her actions, but stood her ground. "He shouldn't have done that!"

Why?

Why did you do this?

Hermes sighed.

"He wants to be a hero," He said.

'Goddess, I want to become a hero… I want to be stronger!'

And she broke.

She broke like she had never done before. She felt so powerless…

And, when her tears felt hot on her cheeks, a huge gasp for air stole their attention. Hermes, who had his arms around Hestia's figure, ungracefully widened his eyes as his jaw hung wide open.

"Bell,"

And…

Just like that…

"ACIAIAH!"

All hell broke loose.