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Eternal Punishment
Note: I own nothing of Atlus' property (Persona, Devil Summoner, etc.) any likenesses to actual people in this story are purely coincidental or intentional.
All right, schedule in school just changed and I will be able to update Fridays and Sunday in HK time. This will be a direct continuation of my previous fic, "Burn My Head". Separating it into 2 parts is due to a big genre shift due to me reading A LOT of dark fics and Gary Stu/Mary Sue styled stories. This fic will be a combo of the two with gritty violence, sorrow and loss, but balancing it out with happy fun time feelings as it reaches the end. First Chapter will be up this Friday, December 2.
"Devil Summoner"
"Oberon!" the mysterious mall cop called out as he threw a tube onto the floor.
A mysterious light enveloped the second floor of the dormitory blinding all present. However, Officer Kurosawa did not turn his head away and projected a deathly gaze at the area of the light. As the light cleared from the vicinity, a humanoid form emerged with an air of royalty. The creature was Oberon, fairy king of legends old.
"You have summoned me Kurosawa?" the king spoke with reverence to his summoner.
"We can no longer hide in the shadows, Your Highness," the Summoner answered as he cocked his gun.
"Is this mortal the one troubling you? Hmph, I grow disappointed," the leader of the Fair Folk scoffed.
"His power has risen to a level that can no longer be ignored!" the police man retorted.
"Yo kid, he's blocking the stairway, I say we test out our new pal over here." Gig suggested to the bluenette.
"Asagi!" Minato yelled, Evoker in hand.
"Ha, I'm the main character now!" A strange girl with guns akimbo squealed in joy.
"You are my opponent? Zionga!" the fairy king commanded a bolt of lightning to strike from the ceiling.
"Ugh, his summons aren't just for show," the bluenette spat blood.
"Is that enough to down the main character? I don't think so, God Hand!" the female Persona fired a Golden Fist which subsequently made contact with Oberon's entire body.
"Aghh, what resilience!" the lord lashed out in disbelief.
"Hmph, even Oberon isn't enough? Fine, Titania!" Kurosawa withdrew another vial from his coat.
Another brilliant light shone across the room, Takeharu Kirijo merely stared at the battle between the two supernatural beings as another of the Fair Folk entered the fray.
"My king," the fairy woman called out, "what has happened to thee?"
"An exceptional adversary has made himself known to us..." the king could not bear to stand with his wounds.
"Mediarama!" Titania stretched her hand as a warm light enveloped her husband's wounds.
"Ohoh! This is a true battle befitting a main character, with the villain being healed and unleashing his true power," the gunslinger girl grinned in anticipation.
"My queen, is that woman...insane?" Oberon groaned.
"Very much so, husband. To look at us as if we were game from the forest," the queen grew irate.
"Oberon, Titania, make way. We can't afford to underestimate this Fool." Kurosawa stepped forward, gun and nightstick in hand.
"Yo psychochick, switch out, the kid needs crowd control!" the psychopomp commanded his fellow Persona.
"Fine," the gunslinger conceded.
"Gig!" the bluenette took another shot of his Evoker.
The Master of Death materialized from the sea of the unconscious and projected a devilish grin towards the opposing group. The king and queen of the Fair Folk took this as a sign of an upcoming attack and raised their guard. Gig responded by forming a scythe of grim shape and power.
"That form!" the Head of the Kirijo Group gasped in surprise.
"What is it Kirijo-san?" Kurosawa lowered his weapons.
"Stand down Kurosawa, I have a few questions for him," the man replied calmly.
"Huh?" the psychopomp lowered his scythe and forced it to vanish.
"You're still 'alive' after all this time huh?" the President asked Gig directly.
"What the hell're you talking about and FYI, I didn't kill everyone in this dorm, the kid here was in Shirakawa Boulevard all night LONG." the Master of Death replied fully.
"But we have video recordings of you leaving the building, no one else was seen entering, how do you explain that?" the policeman interrogated.
"The recordings were tampered with, that much I can say," Minato spoke out.
"Then this would have to be well planned by whoever REALLY did this," Kurosawa said with hesitation, still doubting the youth's innocence.
"All of you kids are accounted for..." the President said with closed eyes, "Ikutsuki was in our Inaba bran-!"
"President Kirijo, what's wrong?" the branch member spoke in concern.
"Ikutsuki, the only one who could do something like this would be another Persona user!" an epiphany dawned upon the bereaved father.
"But Ikutuki-san couldn't use Persona," the bluenette said confused.
"He was originally working on Persona research, very few of our subjects survived, when we realized the risks involved, we stopped," Takeharu continued.
Meanwhile...
"So what do you guys do besides fight everyone else?" Gig propped himself on the air, bored out of his mind.
"We rule over a kingdom of Fair Folk," Oberon stood beside his Queen.
"So the main character converts his enemies into trustworthy allies...This is working out quite nicely," Asagi cheered.
"Not to offend you, but is this woman daft?" Titania said bluntly.
"Crossing over from another world isn't something mortals are supposed to do, though she was plenty messed up before that," the psychopomp explained.
"That sounds quite...sad" the monarch frowned.
"So why're you hanging around the cop?" Gig asked.
"He is of a line of summoners, he summoned us" Titania stated the obvious.
"M'kay," Asagi hummed along, rejoining the conversation.
Back to the drama...
"So Ikutsuki is a sick and twisted motherf-cker, he stole some drugs from your pharmaceutical department AND he engineered this whole thing to frame me," the bluenette summarized.
"Yes, that's why we have to stop him," Kirijo continued.
"But what is his goal?" Kurosawa pondered.
"The Fall," Takeharu answered, "the end of human individuality, all will be reduced to primal Shadows."
"That doesn't make sense," Minato was at a loss.
"Not to us, but nihilism fits the bill," the elder Kirijo answered, "he was one of my father's staunchest followers."
"Kirijo-san, what's in Inaba?" Kurosawa's concern grew.
"A storehouse for old research notes and abandoned Anti-Shadow Projects," the President replied.
"So he's arming himself, huh?" the bluenette's eyes glowed with a quiet fury.
"Then we have to-*SLAM*" Kurosawa was cut off by another intruder at the door.
A familiar young man entered the dorm and ascended the staircase, he was carrying with him a woman with long white hair and velvet garb...stained in blood.
"Senpai, we're being attacked!" Souji Seta yelled.
"We know," Takeharu answered the youth.
"No, Shadows are invading from every direction, the island's being overflown!" Seta revealed.
Time: 6:30 A.M.
"That's not possible, Tartarus and the time-flow disturbance shouldn't have come this far!" the President exclaimed.
"We have company," Kurosawa said flatly.
Two sets of footsteps were heard, they were heavier than those of normal humans, they progressed at a constant rhythm, another thing normal humans couldn't do. The group on the second floor piled together against the wall, staring intently at the staircase. Two figures made their arrival, one blonde and one in a papillion mask.
"Enemies sighted!" both said in unison, rushing towards the group in a ninja-esque fashion.
End
AN: Sorry for the late update, schedule's been hectic.