I, I Am Whatever She
Needs Me to Be
Prologue
Inside the corrupted church, a silver clad warrior battled legions of shadowy beasts. A malicious entity laughed at the futility of his acts, for who could stop his familiars when they were fuelled by the power of an ancient gods hate and they very ley lines of the lane?
Outside, a young man battled against a tyrant king to protect the love of his life who lay, fallen, behind him. He bared a hundred wounds as blood dripped from his body. The king laughed as he called forth untold treasures to eradicate the mongrel before him who dared to claim his prize, his treasure.
In the dungeons of this unholy place, a young woman fought a losing battle with her father's murderer. Behind them, chained by the very darkness that infested her hung the woman's sister. Both of them knew that to end this nightmare she would have to do that which she dreaded most, end her sister's life. The murderer knew this and in their despair he revelled, for only in the suffering of others could he feel alive. And what greater suffering was there than this, the helplessness of one and the impossible task set before the other?
See the guy in silver? The one with the tuning fork spear batting away the black creatures? That's me. You're probably wondering how things went FUBAR so fast. You wouldn't believe me, heck I can barely believe myself. My name is Matou Shinji. I, I am whatever she needs me to be, and this is my story.
A/N: I'm back with one of those ideas I had stuck in my head. I've always felt that if Shinji had a little help and some power, he wouldn't of been ssuch an ass. Then it started rolling into this story. The Devil May Cry stuff comes latter and this is actually a three topic story, the third being revealed later. A virtual cookie if you can figure it out before I publish it in a later chapter. Hail the Holy Log!