(Hello! Here I am with a new story! This time about Evil Dead! This was made because I've been on a major Evil Dead craze for awhile and I just HAD to write this story! I just love Evil Dead especially it's main character Ash. So I figured, why not give him a story? A story where he truly accepts his destiny as The Chosen One and stands to face evil.
This will be a Crossover And A Harem! The only thing is I don't know what exactly I'd like to crossover with! I'm thinking of things like Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Supernatural, etc. So if you have any horror-esque media or characters to ship with Ash that you would like to be added to this whole giant story that I'm creating, let me know!
For those who are wondering, yes Ash did take a dip and absorb The Fountain Of Youth! Therefore Ash is immortal in terms of age. He won't die to things such as aging or disease. He is in the Prime Youth (The Evil Dead, Evil Dead II, Army Of Darkness and The Comics) so he will be in his Prime (All) forever.
Now Ash already has some Gag levels of durability and regeneration but he's not too OP in that sense. Imagine everything we've seen Ash survive and get immediately back up from all the media and upgrade it a bit. Ash is sort of like Guts how he can survive all these things that should kill anyone but continue getting up and fighting.
He's no Deadpool, Wolverine, Dante, whatever in terms of regeneration. Got to keep up the tension and stakes you know! Think of Ethan from Resident Evil 7 and Spider-Man since he's got some pretty good regeneration that's not too OP. The timeline is also kind of wonky but hey, we'll make it work.
He's got some God level resistance though! For terms of power scaling, take this as a basis/reference. wiki/Ash_Williams_(Canon,_Composite)/Oscarpinees55.
By the way, Ash due to his dip in The Foutain Of Youth is never going to be out of his Prime. Whether that be physically, mentally, emotionally, intelligent wise, skill wise, all/every ways that you could be out of your prime, etc. He'll always be in his Prime. So the only choices he has are to stay in his Prime or get better than his Prime. Just so you guys know.
Make no mistake however! Ash is going to become very, very powerful in this story! Not right away of course but later down the line! So powerful that it might as well be redundant and stupid but that's the way it goes. After all, you don't become The Chosen One and stay normal. For reference so you get some more scope, make sure to check out the same story on AO3. /works/38985219/chapters/97512447
But that's enough about that! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Nothing really else to say here but I hope you guys enjoy this! Enjoy! I really enjoyed your guys' requests and comments! Send requests, kudos, comments, love, suggestions, ladies, fanart if you're imposed, and keep being awesome! Till next time!)
'Reality, Infinity, Fiction, And Beyond Holds The Tale Of The Chosen One. A Life Born Into The World, Touched By God Himself. The Child Will Live And Grow To Face His Destiny As The Savior. He Will Destroy All Evils.'
'I first saw the damn thing at the blasted cabin. The Necronomicon Ex-Mortis. An ancient Sumarrian text, bound in human flesh and inked in human blood. It contained bizarre burial rites, abilities, spells, prophesies...and instruction for demon resurrection. It was never meant for the world of the living. The book awoke something dark in the woods. Something...evil. It got into my hand and it went bad. So I lopped it off at the wrist. In order to rid myself of the foul thing, I read from a passage in the book that was supposed to open a hole. A hole in Time that would send the Evil back. And it worked...I just didn't plan on coming along.'
That was where Ash was left. After being through Hell in that wicked, old cabin being forced to kill people closest to him, he was stuck in the past. Medieval times to be more exact. That's when he learned a bit more about the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis and why he just couldn't seem to get away from it, no matter how much he tried.
Boy, was it nothing he was expecting. Even with the explanation finally given to him, he couldn't help but feel somewhat helpless afterwards. He was stuck. In more ways than one as it would seem.
Apparently, he was The Prophesied One. The Savior. Savior Of Humanity. Savior Of Reality. The Chosen One. The one that would face his destiny to destroy all evils in the world. Or at least, that was what was told to him by the Old Wise Man. Just wonderful. That was all fun and good but Ash was not interested. After having to fight against the deadites in the present and in the past, a whole army of them in fact, he was ready to put a close on the whole destiny thing.
He didn't ask for any of this. Who was he to be The Chosen One anyway? Just a college engineer from Elk Grove, Michigan. Nothing special. Truly nothing special. He wasn't some superstar or some super genius that was going to change the world with his ideas. He was just a guy who could make some pretty interesting things. Who was he to be a part of any of this.
Surely, there was someone who was far better suited to be The Savior of Humanity right? Reality definitely had better choices to pick from than what it had decided to settle on...right?
So you could definitely believe that he was ready to be done with the entire thing. If there was a chance to get The Chosen One title off of his back, you'd bet that he'd be ecstatic to hear about it. Though if life made it that easy for him, he wouldn't be Ashley Joanna Williams. No, it was forever. You don't get to just say no to destiny. Suddenly, his life went from any normal life to some great story. Well whoever was writing it definitely didn't care about his input.
It wasn't fair in any way. If Ash wanted to have some destiny, he would've asked for it. He could see his father laughing at him now. All that running away from his problems and now he has to deal with the biggest problem in all of reality. There was some jackass laughing to this he was sure. Destiny. Please. Give him a break. Why couldn't he just run away from this problem? Just like the others.
'One tends to find his destiny on the way to avoid it.'
The Wise Man's words rang through his head as he allowed himself to be pulled by the horse inside of his car. There was no way he was leaving this baby in the past, no sir. It was his only car after all.
The worst part about all of this was that he was exactly right. Each failed attempt of him running away from the problem only brought him right dead in the middle of it. It didn't matter where he went or how far away he got, he would be right back to face it.
None of this was groovy in the entire idea was just so much to process. It would always brush down to the same question he kept asking himself over and over and over again. Why him?
Evil didn't stop at deadites either as it would seem. Cryptids, ghosts, vampires, man-made monstrosities, werewolves, deities, demons, gods, God, every supernatural and hell human being that came to mind were all as real as he was. And it was his job to destroy all of them.
Ash looked at the bag that carried the way for him to get back to the present. The destination where he could run away and hide from all the terrors that haunt him. Again.
"Damn it."
Could he even run away at this point? Evil had its sights on him and it was clear it was not going to halt until he was dead. And then what? All of Reality goes down after him. Could he really live with that? What good would running be at this point anyway? It's not like he could return back to his life at Elk Grove like nothing ever happened.
People would eventually find the cabin, find all the dismembered remains of his friends, sister, and girlfriend and that would only lead to one logical conclusion. He'd be a murderer and telling the truth nor lying wouldn't help any good. Truthfully, insane asylum, prison, or Death Row aren't sounding like good options at all.
Did he even really want to run away at this point? Admittedly, against his better nature, he had started to enjoy himself. Enjoy the destruction of the deadites that took away everything from him. For God's sake, compare himself now to the man he had been before everything, they're not even comparable. How did this timid, yet well mannered man turn into this cocky, arrogant, deadite killing badass?
His father always said that he had run away from his fights when he was a boy. But he was no longer a boy. There was no crying to daddy or mommy here. Then again, did it really matter anyhow? If what the Wise Man said was true, the second he says the right words this time, evil will be sent back right where it came from.
The armored man let out a sigh as he stopped nearby at a stream and tied the horse up. He needed some time to think it over before he made his way to the cave. Plus, it was a really beautiful looking spring.
The way the mist seemed to paint the area around it, it all looked so peaceful and calming. Exactly what he needed before he put an end to all of this. Who knows? Maybe Fate is starting to give him something of a break.
"Goddamn medieval clothing."
Ash grumbled as he struggled to remove the garments from his body before finally setting them aside, placing his hands on his hips as he gazed upon the beautiful spring. He let out a sigh followed by a slight wince. His injuries still weren't completely healed up, not to mention despite being in his twenties, he was getting too old for this.
Which brought up another good question. Eventually Ash would become either too old or too hurt to continue on fighting this war against evil. What is he to do then? Does the whole Chosen One shtick move onto another person? As much as Ash would love to be done with it all, he couldn't bear anyone else having to deal with this.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he gazed upon the beautiful body of water once more. It was so out of place compared to its grimy and twisted environment. Ash didn't waste any time as he jumped straight directly into the stream. The feeling was truly something incredible.
It felt so good and not to mention, it cleared his mind and his body so well. It actually felt like his injuries were healing up, Hell, it felt like he was being placed firmly in the time of his youth, though he was sure that more placebo than anything else.
Then that was when something strange started to happen. Truthfully, he should stop being surprised with how his life has turned out but this was truly something strange. The water in the large stream seemed to be losing water. Almost like it was being sucked into something...but what? It wasn't long before Ash found himself stuck in a ditch so dry that the idea that it ever had water in it was absurd.
His large, brown eyes surveyed the area as he slowly stood up. Something felt different. Different about him to be more accurate. He felt...lighter, stronger, faster, more agile, more powerful even. Plus, his injuries really were healed up. Like they never had been inflicted on him to begin with. What the hell was going on?
"...Strange."
Ash wasn't sure what exactly he decided to take a dip in but he decided to leave the area quickly. After all, he wasn't in the mood for another fight and he definitely wasn't in the mood for one naked. He wasn't aware but Ash truly got rid of and absorbed a piece of history. After all, there is only one spring that can do such a thing to a person. He didn't know it but there was his question of aging answered.
Perhaps another two hours passed before he finally found the cave that the wise man told him of. Ash allowed the horse to carry the car into the cave before detaching the animal from the vehicle. Ash rubbed the horse a little with a smile.
"Thanks buddy."
That was the final thing that was said before he laid a smack on the horse's behind and it immediately went running out of the cave. Ash nodded as he soon pulled out the vial and remembered what the Wise Man said.
'The book tells us that once you drink this liquid, and recite the words: Klatoo, Verata, Nicto thou shall awaken in thou own time. This should also bring an end to Evil. Remember, you must recite the words exactly.'
Ash nodded as he entered the car once more and soon pulled out the little vial. Remember. Recite the words exactly. Alright. Here goes nothing. Ash held the vial up and let the strange liquid fall down into his mouth.
His vision blurred as he started to chant the words that would finally put an end to this nightmare. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if he managed to mess this up. This was his only chance. He had to get it right!
"Klatoo...Verata...Nic-"
That was the final thing Ash remembered before allowing the slumber to consume him. He smiled as he watched the people roam the store with the weight finally lifted off his shoulders. S-Mart a place he'd never leave. Obviously not in the same place. He may not be the smartest person out there but he wasn't a complete idiot.
This was just the one way that he could be reminded of home. Besides, what did he have to worry about? He did it! He said the words and saved the world from evil! Everyone who had ever been victimized by the bastards was avenged! So yeah! Suck it, Evil!
He soon turned to his coworker that looked at him skeptically as he continued talking.
"I thought about staying. They offered me the chance to lead them, to teach them, to- to be king."
"Uh-huh."
The fellow coworker looked at Ash with his head resting on his hand as he looked around, looking like he couldn't believe any of what was coming out his mouth.
"But my place is here. So I swallowed the juice, said the words and here I am."
"Did you say the words right this time?"
The store worker looked up at Chet who stared at him with a smug attitude. A feeling of concern washed over his body as he straightened himself out.
"Well, maybe I didn't say every, tiny, little syllable, no, but basically I said 'em yeah...Basically."
Ash soon got to work placing price tags on items at immeasurable speeds. He had no clue what was going on with that spring but he wasn't complaining by any means. Ash bent down to get to more items before a voice caused him to halt.
"You know that story about how you could've been king? I, uh, think it's kind of cute."
Ash turned to see a slender, beautiful woman with red hair and bright blue eyes. He slowly rose up as a smile crept onto his handsome face as he chuckled at her words.
"Heh, yeah."
A minute before it seemed to happen, Ash got a bad feeling in his brain, his soul, his whole body, and mind. Something bad was happening. Almost like a signal, a sense, warning of him of danger. What the hell?
Soon enough, the lights seemed to dim and flutter as wind from nowhere started howling and blowing. They both looked around in concern before turning around to see a woman. The woman imminently turned, snarling and screeching with her mangled, deadite features.
Ash pushed the screaming, redhead out of his way as he ran to the woman before immediately getting backhanded meters away into a display of stacked toys. The deadite woman ripped a computer off the table as she inched closer towards the frightened woman.
"Die!"
Ash rose from behind a desk as he let out an angered sigh. His metallic hand shattered a glass display case holding several rifles.
The monstrous woman only continued to walk closer to the cowering woman, computer in hand, before it was shot out of her hands. Her white, undead eyes looked in the direction of the gunshot as Ash stood atop of the desk, rifle aimed directly at her.
"Lady, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave the store."
"Who the hell are you?!"
"Name's Ash."
Ash soon flipped the gun around to show off before smiling.
"Housewares."
She only lunged forward as Ash threw the firearm in the air and landed on a table with wheels that moved directly towards her. That's right. No more running away. It was clear as day that he somehow managed to mess up saying the words correctly.
If that was the case, he'd destroy evil the old fashion way. Head on. Ash held out his hand as the rifle landed in it, before immediately shooting directly at the deadite. Nothing but determination in his eyes.
One shot in particular engulfed itself directly in the deadite's stomach, causing it to go flying before landing on its feet as Ash jumped off the table with wheels to inspect. She stared at her newly received wound before pointing a jagged, worn finger at him.
"I'll swallow your soul!"
"Come get some."
At this, it jumped directly towards Ash, swiping and throwing lighting quick blows that would kill any normal human but Ash managed to dodge each one of them before hitting the deadite with the bud of the gun.
As it staggered, Ash continued firing away before pushing the deadite back. At this, it landed on a trampoline for sale in the store, sending it far into the air of the department store.
Ash didn't waste a single second as he aimed the gun upwards and immediately started shooting the remaining shots in the rifle before one round hit her head, causing it to explode. The formerly, possessed corpse fell to the ground as Ash stared at it with a cocky smirk on his face.
He was sure that he'd have to leave before the cops came but he'd revel in what he had just done first. Others began coming closer to him in awe and interest as the threat was taken care of.
Ash ripped off his store uniform to reveal the familiar blue button up and flipped the gun into the holster on his side. The same redhead soon came and hugged his side as he returned the gesture.
'Sure, I could've stayed in the past. Could've even been King. But in my own way, I am King.'
Ash and the lady soon released the hug enough to look each other in the eyes. He then grabbed her and bent her down slightly, before speaking. Before they had decided to close the distance between each other with a kiss, Ash only said one thing.
"Hail To The King, Baby."
Footsteps scampered throughout the castle of fire as a lowly demon entered through the giant door in front of it. The monster stopped as it froze in fear at the sight in front of him.
Several crimson, hooded figures sat top the thrones of Hell. Their faces hidden by pitch black as any gaze upon their true face would be a horror beyond imagination. Who was this mysterious group? The creators of the Necronomicon itself, The Dark Ones.
The demon didn't understand how it was able to but it found the courage to compose itself. Lord knows that it definitely wasn't evil as their faceless bodies shifted to look at him in order to state what business he had with them. It gulped as it began to speak.
"Oh Great Dark Ones! I come with bad news! I-It's The Chosen One! He has not done what we have thought to be prophecy! H-He has decided to accept his destiny in full! That's not the worst part! He had absorbed the full power of The Fountain Of Youth! What are we to do now?!"
The hooded figures for their part managed to look down in surprise at that. Surprise but not necessarily fear. They had given the nature of Ash for him to run away and hide for as long as he could before they would choose to strike again. Strike when he is old, vulnerable, and weak. But this definitely changed things.
The malevolent figures conversated between themselves before seemingly coming to a decision. One of the cloaked beings raised its hand and the demon screamed as the information was placed into its brain. It fell to its knees before looking up at The Dark Ones and simply nodding, running off to spread the word.
If The Chosen One was not going to stand down against Evil, then Evil was going to make sure he stood down by their hands. The game begins.
