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.
The definition of a prison consisted of an allegory where people who are convicted of their committing crimes are destined to spend a long sentence without going outside to the warm exterior. They were dark and depressing places, where the allegory of freedom was a smoke that was blown away by the wind. The bars in the prisons simplified the separation from the outside and the safeguarding of the dangers, but it also came to symbolize the internal confinement in a hole until you go crazy and insane, to later lose all of humanity.
Although, in other expectations, a prison came to represent the perpetual imprisonment of a human soul that will be condemned to an uncertain future, a path that would have no return, a bumpy stony crossroads where one could trip and fall, be they They were looking for an alternative path towards new possibilities of living a different life, a dream that is impossible to achieve with more performance than one does in obtaining it, or finding the meaning of your own existence at birth and questioning yourself so that you serve in society.
After all, they are all prisoners of their own destinies.
Whether good or bad, the result does not alter the product, all were fixed in an order that would lead them to be prisoners without realizing that one is born in confinement. The decisions that one can make to avoid being a prisoner of a tragic event that could occur in a place or at a certain time would harm the moral of the individual in which action he had to face: follow your path without meddling in another's conflict, or risk leaving you lead by the sense of duty.
It did not matter what you did, after all you would be entering your own personal jail. Seeking freedom would be of no use whatever efforts you put into it, freeing yourself from the chains was not an easy job, how heavy was the sin or mistake that you committed at the time of taking the action, there were no going back to repair the mistake made.
For Ren Amamiya, the concept of being a prisoner was a mere word in describing a poor wretch who spent all his life following his ideals, the consequences of an action generating a reaction that led to a disaster that would be compared to the passage of a tsunami. Ren thought that he would be free of his cruel destiny to be a prisoner of his own misfortune, but he was wrong, everything he had done was nothing more than suffocating smoke, an illusion, a lie.
What was the mortal sin he had committed? Well, simple: throw the flag of defeat and sell those who once called friends to get rid of a life they never wanted, and as a result of their own act of what could be called "selfishness", ended up being killed by the temporary member who was always a traitor. It could be called that as divine karma in resting in peace when his astral body was released, but unfortunately his peaceful rest in the hereafter was a mere disappointment knowing that he would not be in paradise, but in hell.
His punishment for the crime committed was to spend the rest of eternity in a prison, although he could not be said to be a real one, but the psychological representation that Ren reflected within him by the horrible experience of living in one when he was confined by the simple act of defending a woman from a drunken politician.
He wouldn't call it home, but the Velvet Room (a metaphysical place that was between dream and reality, mind and matter) fit his comfort like a criminal deserving his punishment; spend eternity in his cell until the end of time.
Did he regret what he had done? ... Not!
He felt no guilt for having made the decision to hand over his friends to authority; the torture he had to undergo in the interrogation room at the SIU headquarters broke him psychologically, reaching the point of breaking internally. The bruises provided by the beatings used by the officers throbbed in his aching body, even the drug administered to him owes him severe anxiety attacks such as insomnia and schizophrenia. In moments of paranoia, he felt all eyes staring at him like sharp daggers that cut his skin; in that instant he had felt lonely, left to rot to rot like fruit.
Feelings like rage, hatred, and anger welled up inside him until they erupted like a volcano erupting. His resentment towards the society that had turned his back on him was so strong that his psychological state was broken into a thousand pieces of glass after being impacted by the harsh reality that he lived as a miserable cockroach that crawled among the rot.
The second opportunity that was given to him as a divine miracle was nothing more than bullshit, his rehabilitation was a bad joke, a waste of time, a simple community job that only filled him empty as more reforms had been requested.
The same faces, the same results as always. Each visit to a Shadowed Beings in Mementos was still the same story told in different versions ... nothing surprised him at all. The whole of society was rotten, decomposed, dead. The definition between justice and anarchy was the same faces of a single coin tossed in the air to see which face would win.
The human being was a self-destructive creature that would resemble a time bomb; you will not know at what moment it would explode when the gujas touch the indicated time of their detonation.
From Ren's point of view, neither society nor humanity deserved salvation, and just saving a species that is destined for perpetual annihilation would only accelerate it.
Still, he made a good choice to stop following the path of the average hero and focus on the reality he was living. Torture and aggressions were the keys to his true awakening that his duty as the trickster who would save humanity from destruction was only pure second-hand quirks without any significant value. The world was dead and society was dead with or without any savior who would be willing to risk his own life on something so absurd and so trivial that it makes you want to vomit.
The Phantom Thieves of Heart and their role on stage were to give hope in the dark with every request they made, but to Ren they were emotional idiots who only cared about themselves only using Mementos as an escape from reality, exposing their true masks that they had kept so much; arrogant, despotic, self-centered, narcissistic, vain, shotgun, among many other insults they deserved to have. The dispute between Ryuji and Morgana that almost broke the team and Haru's despotism was the psychological trigger to hate them and see them die.
Having delivered them felt like a heavy weight was lifted, his murder at the hands of Goro Akechi made things easier at the right time to feel free. Being dead in the underworld, most of his acquaintances must be saddened, but it would be considered a lie that people who had despised him for having a criminal record would not feel sorry for a despicable being as he died.
He saw Sojiro as a thorn in the ass that only meddled in his affairs, the Shujin Academy (the students and teachers would not mind that a criminal like him was dead) they only admitted him for improving his reputation tainted by the undercover cases That they happened behind closed doors, his parents never called him or sent him messages asking about his well-being ... while the rest of the confidants who had established social ties, were simply not interested in his reactions to his death; they filled the group with despicable beings, not to mention Sae Niijima's bitch and Goro Akechi's psychopath on the list.
After all, you couldn't complain.
He was no longer on the earth plane wandering like a soul in pain, but in the Velvet Room, where he would spend the rest of eternity in peace in his own cell, happy and relaxed of his choice made.
Igor and the twins weren't happy about the selfish gesture on their part, but he didn't give a shit about their fucking fucking angers. They wanted a savior who would guide humanity to hope, but they had the wrong subject. Corruption and decadence was always at the forefront of civilizations from their creations, like cancer that appeared in the body without warning.
However, Ren did not seem to enjoy his life of relaxation in his cell, but a deep uncertainty overwhelmed him until he entered a state of depression. Happiness was replaced by negative feelings, such as loss, rancor, hatred, and contempt. Nothing changed, everything remained as it was.
Having endured the enormous weight of guilt and emptiness that afflicted him, Ren spoke in a dead tone:
"... execute me"
Igor and the twins were startled by surprise at the sudden question he had never spoken after having betrayed their group.
"What did you just say, prisoner?" Caroline said, tilting her head and folding her arms.
Ren inhaled ondo, got up from his bed, and gave the three of them an apathetic empty look without any emotion.
"... Execution" he repeated again, but with poisonous bitterness. "... I demand an execution"
The three looked at each other, confused and inconsequential at the strange request of their guest.
"Why do you want us to execute you?" Igor questioned in his usual harsh, hoarse tone. "Your punishment, Trickster, is to spend eternity in your cell for having turned your responsibility to save humanity from calamity. You had a great fighting spirit, but you wasted it at the last second when you broke. You failed, and as a consequence of your acts ... "
"I am aware of my actions ..." Ren cut coldly, looking at him sharply between the bars as he leaned down and grasping them in the hands of fists until they turned red. "I know the situation must be in the shit when I gave up on continuing with your rehabilitation. I know that my ex-friends must be suffering in their own punishments for the selfishness of mine to betray them ... But, you know what? I care what is happening to society is a pain in the neck, neither I care nor I care about the seriousness of the matter. Humanity is destined for its own destruction because it is its nature, it cannot be changed without even more reforms it has to be done to stop it Those hopes of yours that society can be saved is a mere lie that is only used to see a positive side, but that positive side does not exist, neither the good or the bad, but the gray. I left my job because I was sick of living an illusory appearance that I could hardly understand that the world is shit.
I am fed up because my life has been contaminated when I committed that heroic stupidity to help that woman. I'm tired of always seeing the same faces in every damn reformation in fucking Mementos. I am tired of those around me because they are a lot of incompetent. I'm tired of hearing the same frustrations from every fucking fucking Shadowed Being. If the world goes to shit, then go to hell. I am not interested in the repercussions I made in the face of my act of need. If human society is destined to fall, then let it fall. The world is dead to me, everyone is dead. My family, my friends, the people I have met, the school, they are all just lies, miserable, despots, useless, idiots, ungrateful ... people of the town who only live in appearances under their masks. I do not regret what I have done or retract for a second. What I did had to be done and was done: human society ceased to exist forever when it fell into disgrace. And at the end of this peculiarity, it is my execution, the last living vestige of humanity"
Enduring silence filled the entire room, tensing the room to an icy atmosphere with little oxygen. The three occupants of the Velvet Room were stunned and speechless at the cold and direct words Ren had thrown like sharp blades slicing through the skin. They did not utter a word after several hours, they were still stupefied, until at the last second, Igor recovered his speech:
"Hmmm ... I understand ... I fully understand your frustration. You worked under pressure to save your world without thinking about the enormous cost that had to be done, both physically and psychologically. You suffered a lot on your journey, saw the other side of society, went through various obstacles that were challenging, but you were broken by not being able to continue with your assignment. You renounced your destiny, and humanity is doomed at this moment. I suppose you were correct in deciding your resignation"
"... I am," Ren stated dryly. "... Release me from the contract"
Igor nodded as he snapped his fingers. An intense hot sting sharpened in Ren's mind, feeling like some sort of astral cleansing. Arsene and her other Personas that she had collected in her former life as Phantom Thieve disappeared in a single flash. In his mind it was like a cave, silent and silent, devoid of any hint of life.
"Your contract that held you responsible for bringing salvation to your world has been revoked, terminating your resignation at your own will," Igor harshly intoned.
Ren nodded silently without saying anything.
"... Now, it is time to fulfill the second agreement"
The cell door opened with a sharp creak. The chain that was attached to his leg was released with a metallic click. Ren emerged from his dark cell as he stepped forward, stopping a meter away. His mood was that of an emaciated and senile old man, with a listless and somber expression drawn on his features. Her black hair was messier than usual, and her dark gray eyes were clouded like storm clouds in stormy and drizzling weather.
Justine and Caroline took firm positions on both sides, awaiting the order. Sadness, disappointment, sorrow, empathy, and sorrow loomed on their faces. They did not want to do it, but they were obliged to do it.
"It is a pity that so much potential wasted at a turning point," Igor said in a disappointed tone. "You had an unrivaled fighting spirit, a trickster who would not give up without fighting to the last drop of effort and deceptive courage. You surpassed my expectations when I saw in you a rebellious soul, a renegade who did not bow to anyone, not even before the yoke of law or lawlessness. I had great confidence in you, Trickster, but you surrendered until you abandoned everything you have done. You were the only hope of saving humanity from its imminent perdition"
"... Once in a while you get disappointed in life when you have high expectations of someone, but in the end you end up disappointed anyway" the boy sentenced in a dead and gritty tone, shrugging indifferently of his situation. He was not afraid of dying, but an emotional void. "It was fun while it lasted"
"... It was, always has been, but in the past" Igor shook his head. "A real pity. Goodbye, Trickster."
Ren did not return the farewell when he felt his vision clouding in a flash of powerful light shot by the twins that enveloped him until he disappeared from existence.
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.
"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 antipathy 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"
Ryuji was a stupid ape who was only carried away by his idiocy and his big mouth that always lied to them in trouble; Ann was a bitch in every sense of a strong and independent feminist with few brains and a temper so irritating that she hid it in a mask of innocence; Makoto was a stubborn stubborn woman with a superiority complex as the daughter of a police officer but with a flaw so serious that she hides it without anyone noticing; Haru only showed the appearance of fragility like a flower, but she was pure poison inside; Futaba was a hikkikomori soquet that she only annoys with her traumatic delusions; Yusuke is only interested in painting and drawing his own works without caring about being among friends; Morgana was an egotistical and despotic bastard who only benefited from others in his obsession with becoming human and maybe fucking Ann happily ... his group was the worst that society has ever given birth to.
... 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 Mankind, or the Emperor, or the Eldar, or any faction: the characters of P5 will be alone.
See you in the next chapter.