I am Speed.

Yes. Yes, I am.

I write super fast.

Two chapters in the same week… fuck.

Am I insane? No, but you sure as hell are.

He ran and ran, faster than he thought he ever could. Sweat poured down his face as his matted hair laid lazily atop his head, his crown lopsided as he brushed past people in the streets, the moon's light beating down on him. His green and red eyes darted from side to side, looking at faces that all shared the same expression on them, an expression that they harboured from simply looking at him.

Fear.

However, Ranboo cared less about what the people thought of him—as far as he was concerned what they thought of him was the least of his worries, of which that list housed many a thing.

His memories were returning to him, and each of them were more mortifying than the last. He finally understood the things that made no sense to him, and he finally understood why Dream didn't want him to remember anything.

If Tubbo or anyone he called his friends found out just what he had done, oh, the hatred they would feel towards him would be so grand, so spectacular, he wouldn't have cared about the words slung at him, because he deserved it.

He was a creature of The End, but not just any creature, no—compared to the Ender Dragon, the Ender Dragon was NOTHING but a FLY compared to his might. His presence. His sheer power.

For he was the Prince of the Ender, son of the feared Ender King, who was slain by the Dream Gods a millennial ago, though they paid the price in the form of the son of the Dream God's heart being torn asunder by the King of the End, Ranboo's father.

He was the reason why Dream was the way he was now. He, the one who the Dream Gods were most afraid of, he, who was the sole reason as to why Dream was heartless, and he who betrayed his friends time and time again, the excuse that he had amnesia and didn't remember most, if not anything at all coming in handy more than once.

But now, he could no longer rely on that excuse, not anymore. He had to face the consequences of his actions, and here was the perfect place to feel them.

He was, by every sense of the word, a monster, the son of a tyrant, and a Demon.

Ranboo's tie blew in the wind that was generated by his speed as each person who he passed looked like nothing but blurs to his eyes. While he wasn't moving faster than sound, mostly because in his limited form he couldn't, he was moving fast enough to generate enough wind to snuff out fires within candles and in street lights.

But no matter what, he had to keep running. If he was going to find Technoblade, The Blood God, he needed to act fast. He needed to stop him from doing whatever it was he was going to do. That is, of course, if he already wasn't too late.

He could sense his presence in this world, along with Dreams. This was where they ended up, and it was all for a purpose.

The Dream Isles were the equivalent to Heaven, created by the Dream Gods to put souls to rest, and or to contain those who had become far too dangerous. Creatures like him, Technoblade, and Dream were put there to be monitored by Dream XD, and the rest were put there simply to indulge themselves in ignorant bliss.

But then the Wars began.

Reasonably, the punishment of stripping them away from a heaven-esque place because of the damage they caused was good enough, but the fact that they were dropped into a time where the people didn't have advanced warfare technology, and relied solely on cheap guns and swords, well, it was as if Dream XD had set up a plan for them to take over the place and make it as their own.

Of course, Ranboo knew the truth. That wasn't at all why.

They were there to deal with the Demon King.

There were three Kings that ruled over the world and its natural order:

The Ender King – Ruler of all things that attempted to pass through the dimensions without the help of a God, and a barrier between those dimensions.

The Life King – Ruler of the human condition and progress, a deity that was meant to keep everything in check, and to make sure humanity didn't progress too fast for their own good.

And finally, there was The Demon King.

The Demon King was somewhat of a special case. He had died a millennia ago, but in order to preserve himself, he turned his body into a unique type of flower that only bloomed once a year, and in the highest parts of the mountains.

The Blue Spider Lily.

Once a piece of that flower was ingested, a mortal could transcend past their mortal limits. Their only job was to wipe out humanity, all the while they're plagued with the thought to gather and devour as many people as possible and turn whatever humans bowed down to them into Demons to serve them throughout the ages.

The Ender King and Life King hated The Demon King, and The Demon King equally hated them. But ever since he was destroyed, the Life King and Ender King had begun to fight and wage war with one another for millions of years, culminating in the Kingdoms splitting off into several factions—the Dreamers being one of them.

While those who split off from the Ender King's kingdom joined back up with him at a later date, the same could not be said about the Life King, who faded away from existence, leaving the Dreamers and Humanity, in their current state, behind.

Fast forward a couple hundred million years, and that brought Ranboo to now as he stopped running, slowing down so that he could adjust to the situation he now found himself in, but most importantly, he needed to stop so that he could breathe.

Just how long had he been running for? It had to be at the very least an hour. He passed through a forest, then he found this city that lasted for miles. He looked up, a language that was foreign to him, yet also familiar, read out only one thing.

The Entertainment District.

He glanced around his surroundings, and sure enough, he found many a thing that would be considered "Entertainment" in this day and age. Women, card games, gambling rings, bars, all of it. It reminded him of L'manburg before it was totalled in the battle between Technoblade and Dream and everyone else in-between.

The flashing lights and loud noises were too much for the Prince of the End. He covered his ears and he covered his eyes, hissing as he took cover under the darkness of an alleyway. He backed up, and up for what seemed like minutes, seeing no end to backing up in sight.

That was, until, he bumped into someone.

"Gah!"

"Oops! Sorry!"

It was then when Ranboo turned around to meet the face of the feminine-sounding individual that he had bumped into, and what he saw surprised him.

The person who Ranboo had bumped into was a young woman of short height, and in Ranboo's humble opinion, possessed a curvaceous build. She had shoulder-length black hair and short bangs over her forehead with round, sapphire blue eyes framed with short eyelashes and thin, upturned eyebrows, giving her a friendly and jovial appearance.

She wore a black, sleeveless dress with a plunging neckline that exposed her cleavage, which was secured with a light-coloured belt thing that Ranboo didn't recognize. She wore gray ankle-length tabi socks and white strange wooden show thingies with blue straps.

The two blinked as silence generated between the two for a few seconds before then, the woman screamed, and Ranboo screamed back, both of their faces showed confusion and fear.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

The two fell on their butts, scuddling backwards, and both quickly got up.

"Demon!/Woman!"

The pair blinked, tilting their heads in confusion.

"Huh?/What?"

Ranboo shook his head putting his hands up in the air, attempting to look less imposing and more friendly, only for the woman to flinch and step back. "Great thinking Ranboo! Yeah, raise your hands to make yourself taller than you should actually be! What a brilliant idea!"

"W-Wait a second! I'm not gonna hurt you!" Ranboo said, lowering his arms as the woman shook her head.

"O-Oh no you don't! I don't believe that for a second! Tengen has told me all about you Demons! You deceive others into lowering their guard, only to eat them afterward! I'm not falling for that!" The woman said, grabbing a pair of small bladed weapons out of her shirt thing, holding the two in a combative yet also defensive fashion.

Eat her?! What kind of monster would—oh, right, the Demon King. He kinda forgot that, but honestly, who could blame him? The Demon King was such a non-issue it wasn't even funny. Well, at least to him he was.

Did the humans of this era not find a way to deal with his current heir? Regardless of that, he knew things were going to get dicey so long as he continued to stand there and look like a buffoon.

Ranboo, in response, drew a Trident out of thin air, fumbling with it for a few seconds before pointing it at the woman, keeping his distance. "Seriously, lady, you really don't want to do this, I don't either, so let's try and keep things civil, okay? The last thing I want is for a fight to happen," Ranboo warned, taking another step back.

The woman's eyes narrowed, her grip on her weapons tightening as Ranboo's grip on his weapon tightened as well. They stared each other down, the woman prepared for a fight while Ranboo was not. In all honesty, he was extremely confused.

For the second time in that day alone he was called a Demon, which, to be fair, under the new context of his existence and what he was made for, he kinda agreed with. But as a general umbrella term to describe his appearance, not so much.

He was a half Enderman, and half… well, even his father didn't know what his other half was, so neither did he. Besides, if he was a Demon, hypothetically speaking, he would've killed everyone in the city in the span of a second.

But since he wasn't the thrall of the Demon King, he saw no need to.

However, that didn't mean the lady thought the same way.

Without any sort of warning, the woman threw her weapons from her hands. Ranboo tried to block them, but they ended up embedded into his neck. Within a split second, the woman jumped up into the air and threw three more of those things as they cut deep into his shoulders and one in his chest. Blood erupted from his wounds as he choked, fumbling with his trident.

In an act of blind luck, he smacked the woman, who had been aiming to pounce on him, into the nearby wall, causing her to stagger in place for a few seconds. Ranboo dropped his weapon, pulled out the blades and dropped them to the floor, his purple blood pooling around him as his wounds slowly closed up and healed.

He fell to the floor, his hands and knees being the only things keeping him from hitting the ground as he let out a series of controlled breaths, trying to calm his heart down. The woman, who had somehow not been crippled from being slammed into a wall, kicked his lower jaw with her wooden shoes. His entire body flung backwards as he hit the ground, staggered, as he tried to stand up, only for the woman to come at him again with another kick to the face, knocking him back even more.

The woman got into a defensive stance, holding two more blades. Ranboo's mind was in a daze. Despite the fact that she was a normal, mortal human, she was kicking his ass. It was so humiliating. "Stand down, Demon. I won't say it again. Once I alert my husband, I'll make sure your death is swift!" The woman said, a form of mock bravery put on display when in reality, she was freaking out mentally. Ranboo knew this, he could sense emotions. She was clearly in over her head, as was he, but at least he had an ace up his sleeve.

Ranboo felt his body shake. He had taken a lot of damage in the span of a few seconds. He really, really didn't want to fight. But, even he knew when he had to give in and fight back, even if it was against all his principles.

His regenerative capabilities weren't that great, all things considered. But what he lacked in that department in his base form, he made up for in wit.

See, there was one thing you didn't do to those who are the spawn of the Ender King. Actually, there was a couple of things.

1 – You don't ignore their pleas or wishes to not fight

2 – You don't attack them unprovoked.

3 – You never, ever, without any circumstance, ever, let them spill blood.

And finally…

4 – if you do manage to do all three, you'll achieve the one thing that will, regardless of intent: Piss. Them. Off.

"I warned you, lady. I told you not to fight me. Now, I see no reason to hold back," Ranboo said, standing up, his head lowered as a shadow covered his eyes. His hair flopped over his face as his crown sat in the center of his head. He knew what he had to do, and he didn't like it, but if it was enough to get her to run away, it would be better than to prolong this so-called "fight."

"Oh, and don't worry. When you do die, I'll make sure your husband receives your corpse wrapped up in a nice little bow, m'kay?" Ranboo bluffed, causing the woman to enter an offensive stance, ready and willing to strike….

And then, without any warning, Ranboo released a feral scream of pain and rage, causing the woman to back up, her façade failing her as she made a subtle "eep" come out of her mouth.

His arms tensed as they increased in mass, followed by two more arms sprouting from his back, his nice tuxedo ripping as a result. His jaw unhinged and increased in size, his teeth becoming sharper as his eyes multiplied into twelve separate things. He grew twice his original size of 7 foot 2 inches, now standing at a staggering 14 feet 4 inches—as tall as the building's next to him.

His legs increased in size as well, muscule-wise and girth-wise, as the two legs caused the buildings next to him to have some structural damage. His entire body shifted from being white and black to just solid black, with the only thing white about him being his teeth. A purple goo dripped from his mouth and splashed in front of the woman, who could only look on in horror.

"Now, I'll give you one more chance. Turn around and leave, or I will squish you like a bug," Ranboo, in his Ender King form, snarled, glaring down at the woman, who, in response, screamed like a scared child and ran.

Ranboo scoffed, returning to his base form as the buildings around him collapsed, causing him to jump back in shock. "Gah! Okay, maybe I shouldn't have done that… but hindsight is 20/20…." He stopped, his ear twitching as his attention snapped to a shout behind him.

"Hey! You!" the voice said, as Ranboo turned around to meet a guy wearing a strange robe, whose face went from pissed off to terrified.

"Can I help you?" Ranboo asked, walking towards the man with an annoyed expression. The man stepped back, fear in his eyes as Ranboo sighed. "Have a tip, pal, and hey, don't go calling out to someone who you don't know," Ranboo said, passing the guy a Diamond for his troubles.

Ranboo picked up his Trident and started on his way out of this place. The longer he stayed there, the worse things were going to get. The last thing he wanted to do was meet that woman's husband, that much was for sure.

Tommy was… well, he was Tommy Innit. There wasn't much there to explain, although, if there was one thing to take away from him, it was that he had a temper. He wasn't very patient, and if it was up to him, he would've slapped Yushiro around like he was a sock puppet for even so much as daring to look at him as some sort of inferior person.

The blond wasn't fond of insults, ask those who tasted the end of his sword, they'd tell you the exact same, but under all that bravado and sharp wit, he was just a kid. A kid who was born into a world of megalomaniacs, dictators, psychopaths, murderers, demons, and monsters of all sizes. Hell, there were Gods of which lived there that seemed content in watching him suffer, or at the very least not help him when he asked.

Sure, he did a lot of bad things, and sure he endangered his friends over two discs, but he changed!

At least, he thought so anyway.

Yushiro made it a point to tell him just how lucky he was for Lady Tamayo to take him in. To Tommy, it sounded like a loosely veiled threat, a threat that he had repeatedly reminded the smart ass that he would take him up on if he kept running his mouth.

The boy then seemingly slapped him with a talisman of sorts and, without his own control, forced him to clean the entire house top to bottom, all the while he laughed.

Needless to say, Tommy learnt his lesson, and knew that he was no match for the boy.

Currently, Tommy was sitting on the front porch of the house that belonged to Lady Tamayo, his hands folded together as his chin rested upon them. He was deep in thought, dressed in what he could call a dress, though, Lady Tamayo called it a Yukata Kimono, but Tommy digressed. Overtop the overly dramatic dress, he wore what Lady Tamayo called a Haori, and it was in his favourite colour, red.

To be fair, she had been nothing but nice to Tommy, however, that didn't mean the boy wasn't wary. He trusted people who he thought were "nice" in the past, only to be stabbed in the back by them later. If he hadn't known any better, this Lady Tamayo was exactly one of those people.

The sun beat on his skin as he sat there, watching as birds flew by, and the flowers blew in the wind. Overall, it was quite peaceful.

"Tommy…" the soft, gentle voice of Lady Tamayo spoke out to him. The blond turned around, meeting eye to eye with the woman, who had been hiding in the shadows of the porch. "Are you alright? You seem to be… upset," Tamayo asked, genuine concern in her voice as Tommy sighed.

Well, she wasn't wrong. It wasn't every day that you got displaced from your home by some bastard disguising themselves as your worst enemy.

"Hmm? Oh… uh, yeah, no I'm fine," Tommy lied, frowning as he glanced back to in front of him. Tamayo, for her part, knelt behind him and placed a hand on his head, causing Tommy to jump. The woman giggled to herself, smiling.

"You know, Tommy, you can't lie to me. I know when a person is lying, and I know that you feel like you've let someone down. If you don't mind telling me, I can help," Tamayo said, causing Tommy to tense up.

His brain screamed at him to run away, screamed at him not to trust this woman. Yet, her voice didn't contain any sort of ulterior motive, so, he laid down his internal defensive measures and simply clenched his left hand into a fist.

"Tommy?" Tamayo asked as the blond stood up suddenly.

"Where I came from, I was a member of a nation," Tommy started, glancing over his shoulder as Tamayo sat there, patiently waiting for him to continue. Tommy sighed, taking a few steps down the stairs as he looked up at the sky.

"The nation I helped lead was called L'manburg. I know, the name sounds stupid, but it meant a lot to me. My friend and I, we spent years building the nation up from the ground, relying solely on our blood, sweat, and tears. I was only 8 years old at the time. Can you imagine that? An 8-year-old creating his own nation?" Tommy asked, turning to face Tamayo.

"I… with help, I would assume it would be possible. But, if I might ask, what's the point to this story?" Tamayo questioned as the blond smirked.

"I'm getting there," Tommy said, looking back to in front of him as Yushiro stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, though curious.

"It took another two whole years, but my friend and I built that place up to its grand height. L'manburg was our unsung symphony, at least, that was how he called it. A few people chose to live there, under the fear that the leading power of the Greater Dream SMP, the land from which we strove to separate from, was going to become an evil dictatorship. Spoiler alert, they did," Tommy said, spitting out the words as if they were poisonous to his very soul.

"The leader of the Greater Dream SMP was furious. Not only was he furious, he wanted nothing more than to destroy the very thing we built up. He sent threats after threats to my friend and me, saying that what we were doing was wrong and that we should just hand over everything and rejoin the SMP, lest he killed us all.

We fought back. We lost. But I gave up something really important to me that he wanted for the security of our nation. Over the next year, everything seemed peaceful. Dream never bothered us, we never bothered them, and all was shaping to be a utopia," Tommy paused, his breath hitched as his shoulders tensed.

"Tell me… Lady Tamayo… do you know what it's like to be betrayed by everyone you ever knew? To be thrown out of your own home that you spent years building, only to be cast out because something went awry?" Tommy asked as Tamayo said nothing, only looking away to avoid the pain-filled eyes of Tommy.

"Heh, that's what I thought," Tommy commented, collecting his composure. "We held a vote at the end of the year. A man by the name of Schlatt…. He won. When he did, he cast my friend and me out of the city. We were left to die. But my friend… he wasn't content to just lie down and take it. The bastard was tricky like that. He gathered an army of like-minded people, and we stormed our former nation, now going by Manburg. Dream was there… turned out that Schlatt was a puppet for Dream to control. Once Schlatt realized that, he turned to alcohol, and became a shell of his former self. He died, and L'manburg was blown to smithereens two days later by the very friend of mine that helped build it. He died moments after that… from what I heard, his own Father cut him down, per his request…"

As Tommy continued his explanation, Tamayo could only feel bad for the kid. While Yushiro pittied him, he only did so for the sheer fact that the kid looked like he was telling the truth.

"By the time I was 10 years old, I participated in two life-defining wars and lost both. Life got a whole lot worse after that…." Tommy stopped, turning around to face Tamayo, who simply looked at him with a concerned expression.

"Tommy… if you don't want to continue, you don't have to. I think I understand. You've been through a lot. I can see it in your eyes," Tamayo started, standing up as she put her hands together in a relaxed stance. "You want to help people, don't you? You feel like because all of these things happened to you, you're destined to screw up, right?" Tamayo continued, earning Tommy's interest.

She was right. Tommy knew she was right, he just didn't want to admit it. All of his life people took advantage of his weaknesses, abused him because they saw an opening, all of which he had closed off. For fucksake, the kid had died and came back to life because of the whims of a mad man! If that didn't put someone off from trusting others, what else would?

However, even he knew that not everyone was inherently bad. Tubbo was a perfect example, but unlike Tubbo, Tommy didn't know Tamayo well enough to open his mind and heart up to her.

"Yeah… I guess you're right. But what does that matter to you?" Tommy asked, crossing his arms.

"Well. I think I know just the people who can help you. But in order to gain their trust, you have to talk to one of the many leaders of their group. Get them to take you under their wing, and then, you can help as many people as you possibly believe you can. After all, I would know them, and while they don't know me, I've treated many of their people before, to varying success," Tamayo said as Yushiro stood beside her.

"Oh yeah, and where do you suppose I can find these people then?" Tommy questioned as Yushiro looked like he wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut.

Tamayo simply gave the blond a soft smile. From her experience dealing with young people like Tommy, she knew that they had clever ways of protecting themselves. He seemed like a genuinely good-hearted individual, though with a few kinks here and there. It was nothing the Demon Slayers couldn't handle.

In fact, it would serve him better to join them than to have a random chance encounter with Muzan and have him turn the poor boy into a Demon for his own amusement.

"Well, I've heard that by the end of the new year, The Final Selection is coming up. I also am aware that The Flame Hashira is in town. He'll stand out in the crowd, it's easy to spot him. All you got to do is ask him if the Fire is burning bright today, and he'll know exactly what it is that you want. He'll point you in the direction to the swordsmith village, and once there, you can get a sword made for you that is crucial in killing Demons," Tamayo said as Yushiro passed her an umbrella. She stepped out into the daylight with the umbrella protecting her with a small bag in her hand.

"In this bag is enough money to buy one of the smithers, and a meal as well. Go, before he leaves the city. Just take a sharp left from here, and you should reach it in due time," Tamayo said as Tommy took the money.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn't know what to say to this. He was confused, but he knew that she meant well. He shared a glance with the woman, and then, without hesitation, he turned around and started on his way.

Before he made it out of the premises, he glanced over his shoulder, and with a cheeky smile, he raised his index finger and middle finger up in the form of a peace sign. "Thanks, I won't forget this," Tommy said, leaving the medical clinic as Tamayo smiled, turning back to her assistant.

"You just sent him to his death, you know that?" Yushiro spat as Tamayo giggled.

"No, I don't think I did. That boy is more than he seems. I think he'll be just fine," Tamayo said, closing the umbrella as she stepped within her house, Yushiro following suit as he closed the door behind him and Lady Tamayo.

-To Be Continued-

Yup! Tommy is going to go find Kyojuro Rengoku, how wonderful, this can't go wrong at all whatsoever!

But yeah, jokes aside, things are getting kicked into top gear. Ranboo knows who he is, and we get a little bit of insight into this AU I've created. Yes, while Muzan doesn't have much of a presence, there is a reason for that, and now we know why, he's merely a pawn for the deceased Demon King, and only has that title because it is self-imposed.

Also, Ranboo can turn into a Titan?! Is that an Attack on Titan reference? No, no it is not. I've always thought that Ranboo was more than what he seemed, and well, this is what I've decided him to be. He, like Technoblade, is a deity, though only a Jr. Deity, so similar to Dream, and less similar to Technoblade.

Also, Ranboo is more of a pacifist compared to everyone else, in both The Dream SMP, and in this Fanfic. I didn't want to change Ranboo too much. Also, the cameo from one of Tengen's wives was intentional, after all, I gotta have a reason for the Hashira's to interact with these people instead of them being background characters.

Also, we're 19 chapters in, and I've barely focused on the Hashira's and the Demon Slayers, and with this coming arc, it gives me an excuse to do so.

I find it funny that this story has singlehandedly become the longest one I've ever written. But you know what, that's simply because I find it to be my Magnum Opus.

Well, until next time, see you all later, peace!