Crossposted from AO3. First time in roughly 6 years where I write something for . Oh boi.

I hope you enjoy!

Full Summary:

Masayoshi Shido views himself as 'Chosen' by god. He is the one to create a country without sin and weakness. To steer it into a prosperous future, there is nothing he wouldn't do.

But like all chosen ones, he receives a divine revelation - there is a woman waiting for him. His partner in heart, mind and soul. She is waiting for him and without her, everything will fade.

But he finds her. Akira Kurusu is the woman chosen to stand by his side. And with this knowledge, he will never let her go.

Goro Akechi has one goal. To make Masayoshi Shido pay for the things he has done - for abandoning him, for leaving his mother alone, for ruining his entire life. Working as his assassin, he is close to finally achieve his goal.

One day, a young woman enters the picture. Introduced to him as Shido's partner, he finds a new one along the way. He will not only fight to make Shido pay for his crimes - but to save her.

In another life, he may have been a traitor. Now, he becomes the leader. Goro Akechi founds the Phantom Thieves. And with this knowledge about her, there is nothing they wouldn't do to rescue her out of Shido's fangs.

This story is a work of fiction,

Similarities between characters or events to persons living or dead in your world are purely coincidental.

Only those who have agreed to the above have the privilege of partaking in this game.

I agree.

I do not agree.

The contract has been sealed.

The world is not as it should be. It's filled with distortion, and "ruin" can no longer be avoided.

Those who oppose fate and desire change…

From time to time, they are referred to as Tricksters.

You are the Trickster…

Now is the time to rise against the abyss of distortion and recreate this world anew.

Once upon a time, in a far away land, so similar to others, there lived a man. A normal man with a normal life and a normal character. There was nothing significant about him. Nothing that people would call "special".

Until one day, the man recognized reality and divided the world into truths and lies. He was the only one to be do that. This man was chosen by god himself. This was the task he was given by him. To become a strong leader. Similar to a king. Or even more. In lone moments, before God's will had consumed his own and he became only a slave to these ideas of his, he refferred himself as the only one who could do this.

God wished for a better world. He wished for a world where sins were purified. To become strong and fight for their own desires and wishes. And so, this man was set to fulfill a mission.

He chose men and women to follow him. He only chose a small number, but it was enough. He knew that the divine punishment would soon fall to all of them. And the entire world would fall victim. But not this country.

The man had a vision. A place where he was capable to reign, being the chosen one to lead the people into a glorified nation. The promised land would await them soon.

Step by step, he worked forward. He gathered his allies and brothers-in-arms. Even his own son started to kneel before him and swore him to bring this country to the end he desired.

And when the road was nearly done, his ark to steer the country into a bright future, the man had a dream. He was standing in the middle of nowhere, an endless shade of gray surrounding him with no end in sight. It was a terrible thing to see.

My son, a voice spoke out of nowhere and the man looked around in fear. An emotion he hadn't felt in a long time. God's guidance had softened his heart. I must warn you.

Warn me? , he asked. Who are you?

I am the one who had given you this power. Humans call me The God of a Thousands Forms, The Dweller in Darkness, The Faceless God, The Haunter of the Dark, The Crawling Chaos. The simplest name you creatures have given me was Shadow.

Shadow?

I am thou, thou art I. I am the result of all the things that humanity had discarded because of their sins. I am the thing that you humans will become when you do not heed the call that I have given you.

The man dropped to his knees in front of this divine creature. A creature who resembled a floating bird, a black pigeon, until its form changed. The man didn't look up and couldn't look at the creature's true form: millions of faces, torn by agony and grief and pain, littered across slimy green and black skin. Thousands of arms reached out of his body, aiming to all cordial points. The creature looked upon the man until his form changed.

Oh chosen one, he spoke. Raise your head.

And the man followed his words. The form was changed to one of a man – with hair like ebony and eyes like silver. Light and darkness united in a face that resembled the marble statues of the ancient. The most beautiful man to ever grace this land. A person that no human could ever hope to become.

I bring you an important message. The time is nigh – humanity will soon fall into depravity when you are not fast enough. You need allies. You need more power. Or else, all that you have tried to achieve will fade.

Fear struck the man's heart. So much incredible fear that he feared to perish on the spot. Tell me, he begged the creature on his knees, his eyes wide and open, I've heeded your call. I've done everything to fulfill your desire. What is it that I need to do to succeed?

There is someone out there, the creature said. A woman who I created to stand by your side. She is the person you need to find to make this world complete. A strong man needs a woman to seed his future into a safe place.

A woman?, the man replied and nodded eagerly. Where can I find her? Where is she?

You will meet her, God replied, she is out there and waiting for you. From the moment she was born, she was waiting for you to arrive. Whoever stands in the way, move them aside. Whatever threatens to drive you two apart, erase them. They will try to hinder you from creating a world free from sins.

The man rose his perfect hand. Look at me and you will see her face.

The man's form changed. Short, curly hair drenched in ebony became a flood of nightlight. Reaching the middle of her chest in soft curls and framing her face perfectly like God himself had painted her, the man looked into the face of a woman. Silver eyes, taken from moonlight. Skin as clear as snow. Lashes that drew shadows over her cheeks.

She was the most beautiful woman the world could ever hope to come close to create.

This is her form, the woman spoke and her voice was a soft hymn. Her hair fluttered and bared her perfect and beautiful breasts. If you see this woman, take her with you. She is the last piece you need to win this game.

The man stayed awe-struck. He wasn't able to speak. He wasn't able to think. He couldn't even breath. So taken in by the perfection in front of him, he became the ghost of a man.

I will, he replied.

Good. The woman smiled and it brought the biggest warmth and heat into his chest and groin. He loved her. So incredibly much. She was the only one he needed.

I am thou, thou art I, the woman spoke and everything faded. My name is Akira Kurusu.

The man's name was Masayoshi Shido. The chosen one by god. To bring peace and unity into this country. To discard the weak and sinful.

And in her most beautiful voice, she spoke the words.

I will wait for you.

After that dream, he looked for her. Masayoshi Shido looked everywhere for the bride his God has chosen for him. Every girl with ebony hair was caught in his eyes. But most of the times, they were plump, ugly, a peasant walking on the earth that she should stroll upon. By his side.

For months, he dreamed about her. There was not one night where he didn't think of her. She mocked him in his dreams, her eyes usually filled with either sadness or anger. Sometimes, she cried beautiful tears, running down her cheeks, glittering in the bright light she emitted. "Don't you think about me?," she's asked him in a voice full of grief. "Where are you, my love? I need you. Please, come and get me. I'm afraid. So, so afraid of this world around me. There is no one to protect me. No one to make me whole. No man to keep me warm at night. I'm cold."

And he felt like the biggest traitor on earth. He always dropped to his knees at her sight and tried to reach for her hands, only for them to fade the instant he tried to approach her. She wasn't his yet. "I will search for you until my last breath," he tried to scream so the whole world and God would hear him. But it always came out as a whisper. "I will do everything to find you. And the moment we meet, I will make sure that we will always be together."

Those are the things he promised her. In the dreams when he saw pain inside her silver orbs. But there were nights where his subconscious turned her into a harpy, a creature which was rightfully wishing to pull his heart out of his chest. "Where are you?!," she'd screech, her mouth baring her white fangs. "I am waiting all this time for you and you do not even have the courtesy to show up. Do you really try to find me? Are you really putting in all your effort?"

Those were the nights he couldn't even open his mouth and try to apologize. To assure her that there was nothing he wouldn't do to finally make her his. He only hung his head low in shame.

"God has told you. Without me, you can't fulfill your goal. We are meant to be together. The divine revelation has told you that and yet." She'd shudder in her fury. "I am alone. I am cold. There is no one who understands me. My heart is empty and there is no end in sight for me. Do you really want to leave me here alone? Is that it? Do you really want to do the same thing you have done with others?"

"They were nothing," he replied and linked his hand, pressed them close to his chest. "I gave them a chance to reform this world. But you, you are no underling." His voice would overturn. It'd end up a high and pitiful sound. "You are a queen. You are the one who makes me complete. I will find you, I swear it."

She'd just stand in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest, her black, luscious locks fluttering in the breeze.

"Give me time, Akira." And oh, wasn't her name the sweetest melody he would ever speak. The word would pass over his lips like honey, clear as water and pure as snow. "I will find you. I will make you mine, until nothing can break us. You will stand with me at the top and I will gift you this world as proof to my world. Wait for me. I will come."

It was the mission of his heart. And until he would receive a change of that, it'd always be his mission. That was his promise to her. His vow. And he would never give up on her. For that he loved her.

For every woman he fucked, he'd scream her name. For every moment he looked at the ceiling and tolerated the whore on top of him, he'd imagine her beautiful breasts bounce in rhythm and her warm and soaky cunt welcoming his cock into her. For every time he tried to enjoy it, he couldn't. It wasn't with her. She wasn't her. And he tried many different things to let the women become her.

It never worked. With every thought of her, he downed another shot. With every reminder that she wasn't his yet, he took another slut and fucked her half-heartedly, discarding her.

What should a king do with a whore when he had a queen waiting for him?

Masayoshi Shido never lost hope. He never lost belief. He continued to look for her.

And just like that, a flicker of fate's wrist, he met her. God had spoken.

When he drove to a point in the country named 'Sumaru City' to prepare himself for the upcoming elections in December, he had thought of her once more. And his day turned horrible in only a quick matter of seconds. He found a woman, drank a couple of shots with her and when he tried to drive her to his hotel room, she suddenly started to resist in his car.

"Get in the car," he blurred. She wasn't his, she wasn't the black haired woman named Akira, but he needed to get it off. He had to. "Come on, hurry up."

"Please, stop-"

"What is this shit?! First I pay you a sum big enough to pay your worthless ass for months and now you complain?! Learn your goddamn place, slut!" He slapped her across her face, her whine so pathetic it drove him mad. "Get in the car!"

"Please..." She continued, her arms in front of her face. "Please, leave me alone..."

"Do you have something stuck in your ears?! I will not repeat myself anymore!" He grabbed her wrist. "This is your final chance. Get in the-"

"STOP IT!"

Instead of an upset voice that annoyed him even more, a heavenly tune was played. A hand grabbed his arm and with a pull, he looked at a face.

Ebony hair that lay around her shoulder, soft curls too precious to even be touched by filthy hands. A symmetrical face, not even one feature out of his place. Skin as clear as snow and as pure as the heaven's above their heads. Black lashes that drew ghostly lines over her cheeks. Silver eyes, reminding him of moonlight.

"Can't you see you're bothering her?!"

Masaoyshi only looked at her in awe. His thoughts were overlapping. Everything was there. Nothing remained. His chest was ready to burst. His head was empty.

He looked at her. And blinked. But the picture became clearer. Did this moment really come true? Was it finally time to meet her?

"It's her."

God whispered.

"It is her. Go to her. Only with her, you will be complete."

"It's you..."

Her silver eyes widened. She recognized him. She really recognized him. She was waiting for him, just like he was told!

"Akira..."

Shock remained. He couldn't resent her for that – he was still in shock too.

"Finally." He laughed. Reached for her hands. They were warm and perfect for his own. She stayed still.

"Finally, I found you."

And he would never let go.