I Own neither Arknights nor Berserk

It was a normal day for Guts, roaming from battlefield to battlefield, from siege to siege, and excepting any job from anyone that could pay for his service.

But this siege was different, though it may have been your normal siege between Tudors and Midland's armies there were a group of mercenaries dressed in black and grange and their banner was a knight's helmet on the left and a man's skull on the right and a sword separating the figure in the middle.

This was the Blackstone legion, a group of Mercenaries that had managed to carve out a sizable realm under their control, which was something that not many Mercenary bands could do or be able to manage, since most of the time Mercenary bands were mostly a hundred men.

But the Blackstone legion weren't a band they were an army.

And he also heard rumors that their leader is a giant demon standing at 7'5", though Guts didn't really care about some mercenary group leader.

"What are they doing here?" Guts thought to himself wondering what these soldiers of the Blackstone legion were doing here.

"Do you think Bazuso, will be here?" Asked a 6'5" tall man in heavy armor.

"Indeed, My informant told me the deserter is here under the employee of Midland's forces inside the fortress." Said a female who was standing at 5'4".

"Good, that bastard will pay for stealing from the Legion and his desertion." Said the tall man.

"Huh, what an unlucky man." Guts muttered to himself.

Overlooking the battle between Guts and Bazuso was a man standing over at the wall his armor was black with some orange lining, his helmet was styled to look like a skull with the eyes being styled like honeycombs, and on top of it a pair of black horns were protruding out of it.

"Hmmm, that boy sure is something isn't he?" Asked a female in a similar armor and helm but unlike the man next to her it there weren't any visible horns but wild grey hair coming from the back of the helmet and a tattered cape.

"Indeed he is Apollyon, and you can see it in his eyes, he is a wolf born and raised." The man commented, as he looked at the boy's eyes and those eyes told him a lot, his struggles and his victories however small they may be.

"Are you going to recruit him, Dearil ?" Apollyon asked the man.

"No, his fate lies with someone else's." The Dearil answered.

"So what are we going to do now?" Apollyon asked Dearil.

And the Sarkaz turned to face his second in command.

"now we return to the keep and plan our next course of action, the King of Midland has made a contract with us to fight the Tudors." Dearil answered.

"And how long will this contract be active?" Asked Apollyon.

"As long as this war continues, he even promised that the region controlled by us would be independent of Midland's politics." Dearil answered, making Apollyon look at him with surprise.

"That is surprising considering that monarchs have a hard time of letting things go, especially if it means land." Apollyon commented.

"Indeed, but the nobles have along with the king have been becoming desperate to fight off the Tudors, and so they made us an offer that we can't refuse." Dearil replied.

"And what about the Holy See? They aren't exactly happy that we are letting pagans practice their beliefs openly." Asked Apollyon, wondering what those monks would do, since the Land controlled by the Blackstone legion allows anyone to practice whatever religion they'd want.

"Let those monks bark all they want, it's not as if their Holy Iron Chain knights can do anything about us, and even if they hire some mercs, well... everyone should know by now what happens to fools invading our region." Dearil commented as he began to walk away.

And Apollyon recalled what happened to the Tudor's that decided to invade Blackstone lands, the army of the 10.000 half of those soldiers the captured that had managed to impress either Dearil or Apollyon were inducted into the Blackstone legion.

Griffith looked at Guts and he couldn't help but feel impressed.

Girffith mas in his teens, he was earing a white armor, his helm was styled after a falcon, he had white and hair blue eyes.

"Damn that guy's tough." Said a teenage boy with blond hair held in a ponytail, green eyes, he was wearing a green shirt underneath a a grey chest plate, a pair of grey trousers, and some daggers at the hip.

"Pft, that kid, ain't nothin', besides Bazuso was mine." Said a man with brown eyes, he was quite tall and thin. He had smooth black hair that came down to the base of his neck, and he wore a plain purple shirt under his grey armor along with a pair of brown trousers.

"Corcus, you saw what that guy did to Bazuso, and besides have you forgotten that the Blackstone legion was here? Do you want to get yourself shredded by those demons?" A girl about the same age as the Blond boy said, as she reprimanded Corcus' idiocy and pointing out that the Blackstone legion is present.

"Whatever you say." Corcus said as he walked away, and Griffith simply looked at Guts.

"So... what are you planning on doing now that the war is over, hundred men slayer?" Asked a man who was sitting across from Guts.

The man was 7' 5" pale blond hair, gold eyes, he was pale a, scar was on the right side of his face, and was wearing a black shirt, grey trousers, and black boots.

"Now... I don't know? Being a noble is not really my forte, and seeing that Griffith has almost reached his goal, I think he has no need for me anymore." Guts told the man.

"So, you will be wondering like in your solo days?" The man asked Guts.

"Maybe, and who knows maybe I find what I am looking for." Guts responded as he chugged down his mug of ale.

"Well, I hope that you find what you are looking for Guts, now if you'll excuse, I'll leave you to your own devices." The man responded as he left the payment for the ale.

"See you around to Dearil." Guts said as the man simply nodded.

Years later

Some forest.

"FufufufHAHAHAHAH." Came a chuckle which later exploded into laughter.

"The Holy Iron Chain Knights? Don't make laugh I only see sheep pretending to be wolves, which to a member of the Blackstone legion is a Grave offense." Said Apollyon as she aimed her Sword at Farnese.

"And who are you?" Farnese asked calmly trying to keep her cool but the woman in front of her was the look a killer, who took delight in her battles.

"I am the second of the Warlord of the Blackstone legion, Apollyon, he sent me here as companion to the black swordsman." Apollyon answered.

"And what does your lord stand to gain by aiding the Black Swordsman?" Farnese asked.

"I am feeling like I am being sidelined here." Guts thought to himself as he looked at the exchange between Apollyon and Farnese.

"My Lord doesn't not answer to the Slaves of the Holy See, now prepare for battle." Said Apollyon as she raised her greatsword.

"Then we will have to beat it out of you." Said Farnese, as the Knights of the Order charged at the duo, and Apollyon had a crazed look of delight at the battle ahead.

"So how do you wish to die? In combat or on your knees?" Dearil asked as he stood before Mozgus as he was accompanied by his entourage.

"You do not scare me spawn of hell, for the lord is on my side and I will pass this trial sent to me." Mozgus responded as he and is entourage sprouted wings.

"Hmph. So be it." Responded Dearil, and as he raised his hand, his sword got off of it's scabbard and floated in the air, along with several other swords that were laying there floated next to him.

"Now, die." Dearil said as the swords were thrusted at the inquisitor and his entourage.

"Do you think the Lord of Fiends will help in defeating the black Falcon?" Flora asked the Skull knight.

"The lord of Fiends has carved out his realm for nearly a decade, and the powers of his legion seem to grow to match those of the apostles and mages of old, The falcon will view them as a threat, and move against them." The Skull Knight replied.

"Hmm... These really are weary times." Flora replied.

"Indeed, and no one knows what the Lord of Fiends has planned for his own agenda." The Skull Knight said with a calm voice.