Demon King of Britannia
Dying hurts. Being reborn into royalty can be even more painful, especially a royal family constantly trying to one up the others. Add in an encounter with an Ancient King and a rebellion in the East and life can only get more interesting.
And we're back. I don't have anything to add, so lets delve into Wonderland!
Chapter 2
"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!" I thought as I ran away from the God that was chasing me, ducking under the occasional blast of light he sent in my direction, blasting trees into dust.
It had been half an hour since the Arthur had started trying to kill me and I'd been running ever since, trying desperately to stay one step ahead of the Legendary King. Unfortunately, I was tiring and the attacks were getting closer with every shot. I was strong and fast, but I was still only 11 years old. The only reason I had lasted this long was that Arthur was playing with me.
At that moment, another energy blast hit the ground nearby, blasting me a few feet to land face first on the forest floor. I pushed myself up, spitting out dead leaves, only to freeze as I felt the God of Steel looming over me.
"You put up far better fight than I thought young one," said Arthur, "But this is where the game ends."
"Is this it?" I thought, "Is this where I die? Alone in the middle of the woods?"
"Fear not young one, I shall make your end swift," said the King as his aura once more crushed me to the floor.
"Damn it, I don't want to die!" I thought, "I need to make sure my sisters are safe! I need to help build a better world! I can't afford to die here!"
My hand moved down to the back of my belt where I kept a small, ceremonial dagger that I had received from my mother before she died. It was a mere trinket, made of precious metal that made it a worthless weapon for actual combat. The only reason I kept it was as a keepsake. My fingers closed around the hilt as I watched Arthur raise his sword from the corner of my eye, waiting for the right moment… Their! I pushed with all my strength, fighting against the Aura of the King, before surging up, whipping the dagger from under my coat and burying it in the King's side, right under his armour and into his stomach, cutting through one of the straps holding on his breastplate.
The Heretic God gasped in pain and shock as he looked down at the dagger now sticking out of his side, before his face morphed into a scowl of fury and he backhanded me across the face with an armored hand, sending me flying back with a bloody nose and a cry of pain.
"You dare to raise your hand against a King?!" roared Arthur, pulling the dagger out of his side and tossing it aside, "Just who do you think you are?!"
I got to my feet, glaring at him from under my bangs.
"I know that I am Eren li Britannia, Tenth Prince to the Holy Britannian Empire!" I shouted, before charging the King.
He clearly hadn't been expecting that and hesitated for a moment. That hesitation was all I needed as I tackled him, forcing him to fall over backwards. I had intended to distract him and make my escape, but what I hadn't noticed was the tree behind Arthur had a broken branch at chest height, it having been splintered when he had blasted me. When I tackled the God, the branch had gone under his now loose armour and pierced him through the heart from behind. The God let out a roar of pain, accompanied by a blast of power that blew the tree to splinters and sent me flying back into a large boulder at the edge of the clearing with a sickening crack. I let out a yell of pain as my legs immediately went numb and my ribs shattered. I fell to the ground, coughing up blood as my vision began to blur. I forced myself to look up, intending to look the God in the eye as he killed me, only to see that Arthur was where he had been stabbed, looking down at the bloody branch that emerged from his chest. Then, he began to laugh.
"AHAHAHAHAHA! Who would have thought it would come to this?" he asked, gazing up at the sky, "Defeated by a boy, not even in his teens yet."
He turned his gaze on me as his body began to darken and vanish.
"You have slain me, little king. Now, you must suffer the consequences of such an act. Become strong, as strong as you can possibly be, for one day I shall be back and we will cross swords once more, this time as equals. I look forwards to that day, little King."
And with that, King Arthur Pendragon, the God of Steel, vanished from the world, heralding the birth of the Youngest King. Not that I knew that for I had just passed out.
The next thing I became aware of, I was laying in a soft surface with my head resting on a warm pillow.
"The black Art that Epimetheus and I left behind, the Sacred birth of an Illegitimate child, shrouded in darkness, born of a Fool and a Witch," said a childish voice, "A secret right of Usurpation, only possible through the sacrifice of a God."
I opened my eyes to find myself looking up at a beautiful girl with violet hair pulled into pigtails and bright green eyes, dressed in a white dress with disconnected sleeves.
"In other words, all of the conditions have been met," said the girl, smiling down at me, "And you shall receive a gift from the Heavens."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Well to put it simply, the sacrificing of your life in order to slay Arthur Pendragon has succeeded," said the girl.
"So I killed him?" I asked, "Who are you?"
"You already know the answer to that, little one," said the girl.
"Pandora," I muttered, "So that means I'm now a Campione?"
"Indeed," said the childish Goddess, "I don't think I've ever met a person like you before. An Outsider, a being beyond the rules of any world. I think we can expect great things from you."
The white world around me faded away, the voice of Pandora echoing in my ears as I slowly came back to my senses. I opened my eyes to find myself staring up at the forest canopy above me.
"Oh good, so you're finally awake," said a familiar voice from nearby.
I slowly sat up, looking around me. I was still in the clearing where I had slain Arthur, only it was now lit by a crackling fire as the sun had long since set if the position of the moon was anything to go by. Sat by the fire was my teacher, eyeing me with interest in her eyes.
Raffaello was a very attractive woman with dark skin, eyes and long dark hair tied up in a pony tail. She was wearing a black, sleeveless top that stopped just above her navel, a short, black skirt, black tights and white boots. Her arms were covered in white armwarmers and she had a long, white scarf wrapped around her neck.
"What happened?" I asked, only to receive a training sword to the head.
"I'll tell you what happened you brat!" yelled my teacher, "You went and picked a fight with someone way outside of your league! Do you have any idea how lucky you are to be alive right now?"
"Owwww!" was my only response as I held my head where she had hit me.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused?" continued Raffaello, "Your sisters are worried half to death and the guards are running around like headless chickens trying to find you! I ought to drop you like that damned idiot Doni!"
"I'M SORRY!" I yelled as she whacked me again, "The branch snapped and dropped me out here and I've spent the day being chased down by a psycho! I only just got him before he got me."
Raffaello glanced over at the splintered branch where Arthur had died, still stained in the Gods blood.
"You killed him?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Hmm."
The Knight snapped her fingers, causing an elegant broadsword to appear in her hand, before she swung it at my head. Before I'd even realized I'd moved, I had backflipped out of the way and was now in a fighting stance across the clearing from her in a fighting stance.
"Defend yourself!" snapped Raffaello as she launched herself at me at incredible speed.
I ducked under her attack, my body moving smoothly through the motions as I planted my fists in her solar plexus and pushed, sending her flying back away from me. The Knight landed on her feet, holding her stomach where I'd hit her.
"Interesting," she muttered, "This morning you couldn't pull off that move so easily and your moving much more fluidly than before. You also seem to be hitting harder. Just one more push to be sure."
She charged me once more, this time moving far faster than her previous attack, rendering me completely incapable of dodging. However, as she approached, the world around me seemed to slow down and I became aware of power flowing through me. Words sprang to my lips unbidden.
"I, the King that protects the realm, call upon my blade to answer my plea. Oh great Lady Nimue, I ask that you entrust to me the Blade of Kings to cut down those that threaten my home!"
The ground before me rippled and a hilt shot from the center, straight into my outstretched hand, just in time to block Raffaello's strike. Their was a brilliant flash of light and the Knight was thrown across the clearing. I looked at the weapon in my hand in awe as the very air around it seemed to hum with power. The weapon was a longsword, with a golden crossguard and blue wrapped hilt. Engraved into the blade in gold were a set of runes that gleamed faintly in the moonlight and the flawless blade appeared to be surrounded by a corona of light.
"Excalibur," I muttered in awe, "The Blade of Kings."
"That confirms it," said Raffaello, getting to her feet, "You slew the God of Steel, King Arthur Pendragon. Congratulations brat, you are now a Campione."
Following a short spar to get used the the Legendary Sword (Which I lost) the two of us headed back to the manor, where I was immediately tackled by a sobbing Euphie who hugged me hard enough to make my ribs creak worryingly, despite the fact they were now stronger than concrete.
"Hey, hey, no need to cry little sis," I said, petting her pink hair as I hugged her back, "I'm fine. I just got a little lost in the woods."
"Oh really?" growled Cornelia as she glared at me, arms crossed and a look of fury on her face, "And what were you doing out there in the first place?"
I gulped and subtly shifted so Euphie was between me and Cornelia.
"Er, um, well, you see…"
I looked over at Raffaello, only to find that the Knight had vanished, along with the rest of the guards that had previously been in the room.
"Damn traitors," I muttered, turning back to my clearly irate older sister.
"Well, I'm waiting," she growled.
"Well, you see, I was working on some stuff in the tree at the edge of the grounds…"
"You mean the one I told you not to climb?"
I winced.
"Yes, that one," I said, "The branch I was on snapped and dumped me on the other side of the wall and knocked me out."
By this time Euphie had wriggled out of my arms and sprinted out of the room as Cornelias temper reached boiling point.
"EREN LE BRITANNIA!" she roared, making me squeak in fear.
Somehow, my sister in a rage was much more terrifying than a God trying to kill me.
And that's where I'm going to end this chapter. Its a bit short, but the next chapter will be a timeskip so I thought I'd have that as a new chapter. For those who don't know, Erens Excalibur is based on Sabers sword from Fate.
I'd like suggestions for another God for Eren to fight, as well as any Authorities he could gain from it. While I will accept any, I would like it to be a God connected with protection in some way.
As always, leave me a review and, before I sign out, heres a short Omake of something I came up with that made me chuckle.
Omake: FOOL!
"Excalibur," I muttered in awe, "The Blade of Kings."
I examined the weapon in my hand, taking in the beautiful weapon. It was a radiant golden broadsword, with an unblemished double-edged blade and a precisely ornamented cruciform-shaped hilt, engraved with various regal inscriptions along both its guard and pommel. In fact, the weapon almost looked familiar…
"Ah, so you are my new wielder?" said a voice as the sword began to glow, "Please forgive the belated salutations. I am the Holy Sword, Excalibur!"
The glow around the weapon increased, forcing me to cover my eyes. After a few seconds the light cleared and I was able to look. What I saw made me quake with fear. The being in front of me was an odd creature of small stature, with large, bulbous eyes that looked like a failed arts and crafts project, a large, upturned snout, a small, white body, slender limbs and rabbit like feeta rabbit. He was wearing a tall, white top hat and a similarly coloured shirt with a frilled ruff under a white jacket with nothing on his lower half. In his hands was a massive cain that was nearly as tall as he was, hat included.
"Oh no," I muttered.
"Hmm, you don't look like much," said Excalibur, looking me up and down, "My legend dates back to the 12th century you know?"
"Please tell me this is a dream," I said, pinching myself. It hurt.
"Well, no matter, you defeated my former master, so now I suppose that you will be the one to wield me," said the annoying little critter, "But first you must agree to the 1000 previsions."
He produced a massive sheaf of paper from somewhere and shoved it into my hands.
"I especially look forwards to your participation in number 452, the five hour story telling party."
"You have got to be kidding me," I said faintly, "I killed King Arthur and now I'm landed with this thing? Is this some kind of punishment?"
"FOOL!" shouted Excalibur, shoving his cain under my nose, "What right do you have to complain? My legend goes back to the 12th century you know."
"NOOOOOOOO!"
And there we go, an Omake based on the Excalibur from Soul Eater, the most annoying thing ever to come out of any Anime. Until next time!