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Saga 2: Wake Me Up When September Ends

Hage Church Orphanage, Clover Kingdom, Forsaken Realm (Midnight)

Yuno slowly opens his eyes, and wakes up to see a familiar-looking wooden ceiling.

He realizes that he back at the church orphanage. He then tries to get up, but the stinging pain on his chest prevented him from going any further up. Yuno pats down his chest, feeling cloth wrapped around him.

The fact that his chest was bandaged in the first place confirms that everything that just happened was indeed real.

They did see an actual demon right front of their eyes, Asta's dead body was taken away by said demon, Yuno tried to stop it, but failed, and Sister Lily was injured during the-

"SISTER!" He yells out in the dark room. Yuno struggles to scramble out of his sheets and back onto his feet on the cold stone surface. He tries to walk straight, but he collapses on the floor.

He then hears footsteps coming from behind him. Yuno turns his head, and sees Father with a lamp in his hands.

"Father Orsi, where's Sister?"

"She's currently resting. It was by God's grace that she was saved." Father Orsi said with a solemn look. He then extends his hand toward Yuno. He grabs the hand and slings his arm over Father's shoulders.

"Where is it?"

"What do you mean?" Father replied.

"The headband... Asta's headband..." Yuno slowly peters out.

Father Orsi drags Yuno by his shoulders, lays his body up on one of the chapel's benches, spreads the fallen bedsheet over Yuno, and ties Asta's beat-up headband around his wrist.

A faint smile blossoms on Yuno's face.

"This is the least I can do..." A single tear trickles down Father's cheek.

Unknown Location (Unknown Time)

"WAUKUKUP BIACVCH!?"

"AUGHHHHH!" Asta sprang up from the floor upon hearing the unholy voice ringing in his ears. He looks around the alien surroundings.

Nothing. There was nothing around him.

No trees, no sun, no moon, no clouds, no ground, no color.

The whole world around him is completely empty and monochrome.

"HEY!"

Asta flinches from the same eldritch voice. "GAH! WHO THE HELL IS TALKING TO ME!?" He yelled out.

"So do lat wiukh avo know nalkriuk jiak kij-" The voice cuts itself off for a moment. "Ehhh... Sorry about that. I guess you still can't make out Daemontongue, can you?"

"WAIT, WHAT!?" Asta yells out. "NEVERMIND THAT, JUST WHO THE HELL IS TALKING TO ME AND WHERE THE HELL AM I!?"

"JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME EXPLAIN, YOU FUCKING NIMROD!"

Silence.

The voice takes a breath.

"Who am I, not relevant, but I'll tell you when I fucking feel like it. Where you are, here's a fucking hint: it's where people go when they're fucking dead."

"So is this Heaven?"

"..."

"Is this Hell?"

*slap*

"..."

"..."

"... Where am I, then?"

"Ugh... this is going take a lot longer then I thought..." The disembodied voice inhales sharply. "Fuck it. I'm winging it." The voice around Asta clears its... non-existent throat?

"Welcome to the Limbo, you son of a bitch." The voice echoes in a jovial tone.

"What's Limbo?" Asta says in a simpleton tone.

"Allow me to explain." The voice says in a resigned tone. "Limbo is a place where souls go when both Heaven and Hell reject them post-mortem. But nowadays, the vacancy here is starting to get a little too generous..." The voice pauses for a moment before continuing to speak. "But regardless, you're here, so I shall deliver the following; I have a bad news and good news."

"REALLY!? WHAT'S THE GOOD NEWS!?" Asta's eyes begin to twinkle like little stars.

"I suppose that you figured out that the 'bad news' is that you're dead. So let me get the good news out of the way."

"THEN LET'S HEAR IT!" Asta's hype level goes beyond its limits.

"You get a second shot at life!"

"THAT'S TOTALLY AWESOME!"

"But there's a catch, buddy."

"LIKE I GIVE A SHIT! NO MATTER WHAT IT IS, I'LL BUST RIGHT THROUGH IT!"

"Alright little guy, I guess that means I can skip the exposition and get to the good shit."

A stone embedding a large, rusted broadsword appears before Asta.

"First, the ground rules."The voice echoed around Asta. "Once you pull out that big-ass sword from the rock, let's just say that you better hope that you know how use it in the first place, because once that threshold is passed, I'm cutting connections with you, assuming that you live."

"Wait, what?"

"JUST PULL OUT THE FUCKING SWORD, YOU DUMBASS!"

Asta then approaches the sword embedded in the rock. He then grabs the sword by the handle, proceeds to pull it out.

"C'MON, YOU STUPID PIECE OF METAL!" Asta continues to pull on the metal handle. "Not yet..." The sword then begins to move.

"NOT YEEEEEETTT!" The sword is now freed from its stone prison and into Asta's hands, it was claimed as his.

"All right! Nice job, kiddo." The voice echoed out.

"I'M NOT A KIDDO! MY NAME IS ASTA, DAMMIT!"

"Don't care, moving on." The voice then pauses for a moment once more. "So, you know about the thing that I said. You know, 'know how to use that hunk of scrap metal in your hands'?"

"What about it?" Asta spoke to the monochromatic void.

The area in front of him begins to ripple and bubble. From the pool emerged a familiar face.

Long black hair, torn and worn cloak that covered his whole frame, and a lanky frame that made him look impish as a man can come.

"Revchi."

"DING-DING-DING! THAT'S RIGHT, NYUCKA!" The disembodied voice boomed across the void. "But not really. Like for instance:"

A sharp finger snap reverberates throughout Limbo.

"Exhibit A."

Revchi's frame begins to contort and spasm as if something was about to burst out of his body.

The muffled cries of his agony is heard from his bloating body. Asta glances at his eyes, and sees that they're slowly turning to the back of his head.

Revchi was no more, and in his place was a gigantic cloaked figure levitating above the monochrome ocean. There were chains with pointed tips floating around him the figure, almost like snakes ready to strike their prey. His face was replaced with a black visage with only a pair of glowing purple eyes.

"Here we are, sport." The voice reverberated. "The 'catch' that I've mentioned before."

"WHAT'S THE CATCH!?" Asta yells out.

"Uuuugggghhhh... Really?" The voice groans in an exasperated tone. "Fine, I'll put it in a way that you might understand."

"Grab onto that sword of yours..."

Asta then clenches his sword in his hands...

"Because your second chance ain't gonna come twice..."

...ready to fight for his second chance in life.

"SO GET READY TO FIGHT DEATH ITSELF!"

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: I've never said that I completely disregarded Lord of the Rings, now did I?

I'm utilizing Tolkien's Black Speech as "Daemontounge", because I don't how to replicate Berserker's own Black Speech from Fate/Stay Night.

Also, I don't have Microsoft Word.

On an unrelated note, I'm naming each chapter of this fic after song titles from the classic rock to early 21st century era.

Because I'm also a JoJo trash (but please leave me some title name suggestions if you have any).

Please, leave me some comments, for I like to know what you guys think.