X-Men: The Unnatural Omega's Volume 2, Omniverse Saga
Chapter 16: Of Titans and Warriors, Part 2
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The sun had risen on a new day, casting long shadows that spread across the landscape. The ragtag group of warriors, heroes, and villains had come together in an uneasy truce. The Mandalorian, Ahsoka, and others were wary of the former titan shifters now walking freely among them, yet they understood the shared thread of grief and loss that ran through all of their lives.
Kratos, the god of war who carried the weight of his own past, understood this better than most. As they waited for the lab results, a period of uncertainty hung over them. It was a strange respite, where past enemies became unlikely allies, if not friends.
Reiner, Porco, Eren, Logan, Van Helsing, and a man named Karl shared their own stories of their worlds, their battles, and the grief that was as much a part of them as their physical beings. Karl, a man of faith and conviction, spoke of forgiveness and redemption.
"Nay, friends, even the so-called monsters can seek redemption," he said, glancing meaningfully at Regis, a vampire from another world who had overcome his blood addiction. "In my faith, my God, who I know exists beyond a shadow of a doubt, gave Himself upon an instrument of torture. He allowed His enemies to kill Him as a sacrifice."
His voice grew stronger, filled with passion as he continued, "And it was not just for the humans He did this, but for all races. It appears He came not just for the righteous, but for the guilty as well. To give them hope... that's who He is."
Silence fell after his words, each individual grappling with the magnitude of the sentiment. And in that silence, there was a tiny seed of hope, watered by Karl's conviction. It was still fragile, still a long way from blossoming into something more, but it was there. A small light in the darkness that had consumed them for so long.
A sudden interruption drew their attention away from the ongoing discussion. Logan's phone had buzzed with an urgent notification, and he excused himself to check it. The room fell silent, the lingering echo of Karl's words providing a stark contrast to the silence that followed.
After a moment, Logan lowered the phone and turned to face them again. His expression was serious, a clear indication that whatever news he had received was of significant importance. All eyes turned to him as he began to speak.
"We've received reports of another conjunction," Logan began, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words. "A group of humans have appeared in Switzerland. They were caught up in a firefight and S.H.I.E.L.D had to intervene."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "These people...they were wearing gear similar to what you wore, Eren. Some even had armbands like Reiner and Porco."
A faint gasp echoed around the room, yet Logan continued, "Their leader identified himself as General Magath, and the others... they go by the names Mikasa, Armin, Connie, Jean, and Hange."
The revelation hit like a tidal wave. Eren's eyes widened, his heart pounded in his chest. Reiner and Porco mirrored his shock, their minds struggling to process the news. Their comrades, their friends from their world were here, in this new, alien world. And with their arrival came a flood of emotions and a myriad of questions that only time could answer.
Logan continued after a brief pause, "There's more... a pregnant woman is with them. Her name is... Historia."
At the mention of that name, a ripple of recognition passed over Eren's face. His features softened, and his breath hitched in his throat. In the silence that followed, it felt as though the world itself had stopped turning.
"Historia..." Eren whispered, his voice choked with emotion. The rest of the room could only watch as Eren processed the news, understanding the significance of this revelation. For Eren, Historia was not just another name from his past. She was the woman he loved, the woman who was carrying his child.
Eren's heart pounded in his chest, a surge of relief and fear washing over him. Relief, because Historia was alive and apparently safe, and fear because she was in this strange world, in her condition. The news was overwhelming, but Eren knew one thing for certain: he had to see her.
"We need to go to them," Eren said, determination filling his voice. His companions shared a look but nodded in agreement.
"Alright, let's move," Logan commanded, the group quickly mobilizing in response. Eren, Reiner, Porko, Van Helsing, Regis, Deadpool, and now Kratos, were all ready to embark on the mission.
Kratos, free from the torment of his Blades of Chaos, which were now mere tools rather than instruments of torture, joined them. The scars that once marred his body had healed, leaving his tan skin unblemished. His demeanour was calm and collected, the burdens that once weighed him down lifted by the mysterious core.
Deadpool, with his typical irreverence and flair for theatrics, joined the otherwise serious group, providing a stark contrast with his joking attitude. Together, they all headed out, each processing the news of the recent arrivals in their own way, particularly Eren, who was about to face his friends and his pregnant partner, Historia.
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Within the confines of the Quinjet, Reiner couldn't help but notice the particular tension enveloping Eren. The silence was almost unbearable until Reiner decided to break it, his voice slightly hesitant as he addressed Eren.
"They don't know about you and Historia...do they?" He asked, his gaze steady on Eren. The question hung in the air, amplifying the tension rather than diffusing it. Reiner knew the answer, but he felt compelled to confront it, to address the elephant in the room that Eren was clearly wrestling with.
Eren let out a slow exhale, not lifting his gaze from the floor of the Quinjet. He shook his head, his expression hard to read. "No... they don't," he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. His thoughts were clearly elsewhere, pondering over the forthcoming encounter and the inevitable revelations. He was unsure how his friends, his comrades, would react to the news about him and Historia, and that uncertainty added a new layer of apprehension to the situation. His fingers drummed anxiously against his knee, a clear sign of his inner turmoil.
Eren's voice was filled with regret and sadness. "The worst part is... Mikasa doesn't know either. Last time we met... I told her that I hated her. Armin and I... we fought. I tried to push them away, so they wouldn't get hurt." His words hung heavily in the quiet interior of the Quinjet, the remorse in his voice palpable. The memory of that confrontation, of the harsh words and blows exchanged, was a painful one. He was about to face them again, under circumstances no one could have predicted. He didn't know what awaited him, but he was ready to face it head-on. He had caused his friends pain, now it was time for amends.
Eren's eyes met Reiner's. "To be honest, I'm more worried about you, Reiner... given your history with them. We have to prepare for the fact that they may attack you and Porko on sight," he said, his tone serious.
Reiner was silent for a moment, his gaze lowering to the floor of the Quinjet. He clenched his fists, a look of grim determination crossing his face. "I understand," he replied. "I am ready to face whatever they throw at me. I've made mistakes, Eren... grievous mistakes. If they attack, then it's the price I have to pay."
The room fell into silence once more. They all knew the possible consequences of this reunion. There was a lot at stake, a lot of old wounds that could be reopened. But it was a step that had to be taken. They could only hope that it wouldn't end in violence.
Eren's eyes flicked towards Reiner and Porko, a hint of regret crossing his features. "Before we left... before Zeke transformed the military brass in Shiganshina District into titans with his scream..." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "Falco... He was hit on the head by Niccolo. He was aiming for Gabi... with some of the wine that Zeke had served to the military brass. And... I can't say for sure, but before we got pulled through... during the fight, Falco was within earshot, with his brother nearby."
He let out a sigh, his gaze growing distant. "They were... begging Zeke not to do it with him in earshot. As I said, I was getting shot at by Pieck, who had a cannon on her back... but... if he got any of that spinal fluid in his mouth or his wound..." Eren trailed off, letting the horrifying implication hang in the air.
Everyone in the room was silent. The implication was clear. If Falco had been infected by the spinal fluid, he could have been transformed into a titan. And if he was transformed... the consequences would be disastrous.
Reiner's breath hitched in his throat, his face paling drastically as the revelation hit him. His gaze locked onto the floor, his fingers clenching into fists. The mere thought of Falco, a kid he saw as a younger brother, turning into a titan was horrifying. It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room, a lump forming in his throat that he couldn't swallow down.
On the other side, Porco Galliard was equally shocked, a bitter taste spreading across his tongue. His jaw clenched as he thought about his brother Marcel, about how he died, about the possibility of Falco facing the same cruel fate. His eyes hardened, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the seat beneath him.
"Damn it..." Reiner muttered under his breath, the guilt and dread weighing heavily in his stomach. "Why... why did it have to be him?"
Porko was silent for a moment, a low growl escaping his lips. "If... If he has turned... We have to find him. We have to save him." His voice was low and determined, filled with a newfound resolve. They might be in a different world, their powers may be parasites, but they were still warriors. And they would not abandon their own.
"Agreed, but also remember that... Zeke knew and he didn't tell any of you... now you all know him for what he is... a snake..."
Eren's words hung heavy in the air, painting a clear image of the betrayal they had suffered at the hands of Zeke. His voice was hard, his eyes cold.
"Zeke... He knew all along and didn't tell us," Reiner murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His gaze shifted towards Eren, a bitter realization etching itself across his face. "He really is a snake."
Porco, his knuckles still white, released his death grip on the seat. His fingers shook, not with fear, but with an anger he had trouble controlling. "And we trusted him...," he muttered through gritted teeth.
Eren nodded at their shared sentiments, his eyes glazing over with a cold resolve. "Remember that when we see him next...," he advised, his tone one of ice. "We can't afford to trust him again. For now, we need to focus on finding Falco... and explaining the truth to your friends." His gaze then shifted to the window, to the world rushing by beneath them. The world where they had a chance to start anew, to make things right.
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They landed on Swiss soil after a journey fraught with tension and uncertainty. SHIELD had already been on the scene, having separated the new arrivals into two distinct groups. One group consisted of the Eldian soldiers, their armbands a stark symbol of the world they had come from, under the lead of General Magath. The other was made up of Eren's old friends - Mikasa, Armin, Connie, Jean, and Hange. Among them, stood a noticeably pregnant Historia, her condition prompting a flurry of emotions within Eren.
Shield agents, in their uniformed attire, were trying to defuse the situation, explaining to the bewildered newcomers where they were, and the extraordinary circumstances that had brought them here. The term "Conjunction" was met with confusion and apprehension, their faces marked by the fear of the unknown, yet also holding a glimmer of hope. After all, they had survived a world of titans - this was just another obstacle to overcome.
Eren, Reiner, Porco, Logan, Van Helsing, Regis, Kratos, and Deadpool disembarked from the Quinjet, bracing themselves for the task at hand. The reunion they had been anticipating was about to unfold.
The moment Historia spotted Eren among the group, she ran towards him without a second thought. Her pace was slowed by her pregnancy, but her determination was unwavering. When she reached him, she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest, holding on as if she was afraid he would vanish if she let go.
"Eren..." she whispered into his shirt, her voice barely audible, choked by the tears that welled up in her eyes. She had thought him dead, consumed by the monstrous chaos that was their world. Seeing him alive was nothing short of a miracle to her.
She pulled back after a moment, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes, searching his face for answers. "Is it true, Eren?" she asked, her voice shaky with emotion. "Is this... is this a world without Titans?"
Eren looked back at her, taking a moment to digest the question. He then gave her a gentle, comforting smile. "Yes, Historia," he said softly. "This is a world without Titans."
Historia's relief turned to shock as her gaze fell upon Reiner and Porko standing among the unfamiliar faces. A collective gasp echoed through their group. The other Scouts - Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, and Hange - shared her surprise, their faces reflecting a mix of fear and anger.
"Reiner... Porko..." Historia stammered out, her voice thick with disbelief. She subconsciously tightened her grip on Eren's hand.
"Reiner! Porko!" Jean's shout echoed in the air, his anger flaring up like a wildfire.
"What the hell are they doing here?!" Connie joined in, his eyes wide with surprise and outrage.
"How dare you stand with them!" Mikasa hissed, her hands curling into fists.
In the midst of the brewing storm, Reiner and Porko remained silent, their faces hardened yet strangely remorseful. They didn't move to defend themselves, accepting the venomous words being hurled at them.
Seeing their silence, Eren stepped forward, raising his voice to address his friends. "Enough!" he demanded, his gaze holding each of theirs in turn. "Reiner and Porko are not our enemies here. They've been just as much victims of our world as us."
The words hung in the air, sparking a quiet tension. The accusations and anger subsided, replaced by a palpable confusion. Eren's defense of Reiner and Porko had created a dissonance that they were struggling to comprehend.
Eren took a deep breath, pushing down the bitterness that rose in his throat at the mention of Zeke. "Look at their arms," he said, pointing at Reiner and Porko. His voice held a calmness that clashed with the tension in the air. "Their armbands are gone. They've put that past behind them. Zeke was the one who sold us out."
His words drew their attention to the bare arms of the two former Warriors. The familiar bands that marked them as enemies were indeed absent. A small symbol of their detachment from the lives they used to lead.
Eren continued, his voice hardening at the mention of Zeke. "He planned to sterilize all of us using the power of the Founding Titan. But he's now locked up. He's not getting out anytime soon."
A murmur swept through the crowd at his words. The surprise in their eyes was replaced by confusion, then slowly by a dawning realization. Eren's words were challenging their long-held beliefs, forcing them to reevaluate the enemy they thought they knew. But along with the shock, there was a glimmer of relief too. Their world might be in ruins, but their enemy was no longer a threat, and perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for a new beginning.
Eren barely had time to register Levi's arrival before the short man spoke, his voice ringing clear and sharp in the charged silence. "So, Zeke finally got what was coming to him, huh?" He said, a hint of satisfaction coloring his words. "I'm still going to kill him when I have the chance."
Levi's gaze then turned from Eren to Historia, and he noted how she clung tightly to Eren's arm. The sight seemed to spark his interest, eyebrows raising slightly in silent inquiry. "And why are you and Historia suddenly so close?" He asked, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
There was a collective hold of breath among the crowd, all eyes suddenly focusing on Eren and Historia. Eren felt a pang of nervousness but managed to keep his composure. He knew Levi well enough to understand that the man likely had already pieced together the answer. But the question hung in the air, waiting for an answer, and the group looked to Eren and Historia, anticipation clear in their eyes.
"Because..." Eren started, his voice wavering just slightly under the weight of the admission he was about to make. His gaze met Historia's for a brief moment, seeking strength in her supportive look, before returning to Levi and the rest of the crowd. "...Her child is... our child."
The silence that followed his declaration was deafening. The faces of those present reflected a mix of emotions, ranging from shock and disbelief to confusion and surprise. The air seemed to thicken with the palpable tension as they tried to process the revelation. For a moment, no one moved, each person wrestling with their own thoughts and feelings in response to the unexpected news.
The group seemed to collectively take a breath, trying to reconcile this new information with their own emotions and perspectives. Mikasa, standing off to the side, seemed to turn to stone at the revelation, her face ashen and blank, the color draining from her face. Her eyes locked onto Eren's, wide and searching.
Armin, standing next to her, his eyes were wide in disbelief. Anger flared up in him as he confronted Eren, his voice taut with emotion, "How could you do this to Mikasa? She loves you, Eren!"
Historia, who had remained quiet until now, suddenly spoke up, her voice echoing with a surprising fierceness, "And you were ready to feed me to our child, and our child's child, and so on... all for a lie that Zeke fed us!" The words spilled out of her, raw and bitter, echoing around them. The group fell silent once again, forced to confront their own actions in this new, unforgiving light.
The members of the Scout Regiment reacted as if they'd been physically struck. Hange's eyes widened behind their glasses, their face displaying a complex mix of shock, guilt, and understanding. Their stance softened, as if they were wilting under the weight of their past actions.
Jean remained frozen, his face twisted into a grimace. His gaze darted between Eren and Historia, and then fell on Mikasa, who was silent, her face betraying nothing of what she was feeling. Jean seemed to want to say something, but no words came out.
Connie, usually talkative, was now stunned into silence. His mouth hung open slightly as he stared at Eren and Historia, the surprise and shock rendering him speechless.
Armin's face had drained of color, his gaze flickering between his friends in disbelief. His mouth moved as if to form words, but it took him a moment before he managed to speak. His expression was one of hurt and betrayal.
Meanwhile, Levi's reaction was more understated. His face remained stoic as always, but his eyes were sharp and scrutinizing as they focused on Eren and Historia. The slight downturn of his mouth was the only indicator of his disapproval.
The atmosphere was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous minutes. The Scout Regiment, once strong and unified, was now a picture of fragmentation and uncertainty.
A tidal wave of emotions washed over Armin - anger, guilt, sympathy, and an overwhelming sadness. He took a deep breath before he spoke, "Eren...how could you be so sure that there was no other way? Were you really going to destroy the world just to protect us?"
Eren remained silent, the weight of his decisions etched into his face. Reiner, however, stepped forward, his eyes burning with a strange mix of resignation and resolve.
"Armin," he began, his voice carrying a hint of sternness. "The Attack Titan... it can see the future. Every possible future. And it always ends the same way on our world... It's either us or the world."
He paused, casting a glance at Eren who was staring off into the distance, a haunted look in his eyes. "After Mikasa decapitated Eren to stop the rumbling, it didn't change anything. Even though our Titan powers left us... Even when peace seemed within our grasp..." Reiner's voice faltered slightly, his gaze dropping to the ground.
"Mikasa's descendant sought out the power of the Titans to fight the world which bombed the island. They attacked us, despite everything we'd done, everything we'd given up... It was a cycle, Armin. A cycle that wouldn't end unless we did something drastic."
The raw emotion in Reiner's voice left a heavy silence in its wake, the harsh reality of their world settling in around them.
Shock registered on their faces, one by one. The weight of Reiner's words, the brutal truth of their reality, was something they couldn't ignore.
Armin was silent, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and understanding. He had always sought solutions, peaceful ones, but this revelation was a harsh blow. He turned to Eren, a question in his eyes, a plea for this not to be true.
Mikasa's face was unreadable, her eyes hard as they flickered between Eren and Reiner. She stood rigid, her fists clenched at her sides. The truth about Eren's actions, the extent of his sacrifice, and the continuous cycle of violence was more than she had ever imagined.
Jean's brow was furrowed, a grim look on his face. Connie seemed lost, his gaze distant as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of their situation. Hange pinched the bridge of her nose, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. She had hoped that there was another way, a better way, but it seemed that they were stuck in an inevitable loop of violence.
Historia was still clinging to Eren's arm, her eyes welling up with tears. She looked at Eren, then at Reiner, her face a picture of heartache and fear. She understood now why Eren had done what he did. Their world was doomed to repeat the same cycle of violence unless drastic measures were taken. Her grip on Eren's arm tightened as she took in a shaky breath, nodding her head in silent understanding.
Levi was the last to react, his face a carefully maintained mask of indifference. But the news clearly rattled him, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually stoic features. When he finally spoke, his words were edged with a hint of sarcasm, but his curiosity was apparent.
"Porko, huh? So we're all just playing nice now?" He challenged, his eyes moving from Eren to Reiner and finally landing on Porko.
Eren's gaze didn't waver as he explained, his voice steady despite the uneasy situation. "This world...this conjunction...it's different. There's a possibility that we can finally break free from the curse of the Titans. They have technology here that far surpasses anything we've ever seen."
Levi's eyebrows arched at this, an unspoken question in his gaze. Eren took a deep breath before he continued, "It's a parasite...a prehistoric one that originated from the sea. It's the root cause of the Titans. It's inside all of our nerves and blood."
The revelation sent a collective shockwave through the group. The Titans, the curse that had brought them endless suffering and warfare, was a mere parasite. For a moment, all of them stood in stunned silence, absorbing the magnitude of Eren's words.
Eren took a step back, allowing the others to step forward as he introduced each one in turn.
"Everyone, meet Logan. He's a mutant, just like Deadpool," he pointed to the colorful figure standing to the side, the sound of a sword unsheathing cutting through the air. Before anyone could react, Deadpool had severed his own arm, an action that was met with gasps and grimaces from Eren's friends. But as they watched, the detached arm started to reattach itself, slowly regenerating.
"Mutants are the next step in human evolution in this world," Eren explained, waiting for the shock to settle before he continued.
"This is Van Helsing," he gestured to the rugged, brooding man standing beside Logan, "And his companion Karl. They are from a different world, one filled with supernatural beings."
Eren then pointed to the tall, dignified figure of Regis, his pale complexion a stark contrast against his dark clothes, "This is Regis, a higher vampire, a being far more powerful than any we've seen."
Finally, he gestured towards the towering figure standing stoically, "And this is Kratos, the Greek God of War from his own world."
Silence lingered for a moment as the group took in these strange new faces. Each one a warrior, a survivor from their own respective worlds, brought together by the mysterious phenomenon of the conjunction.
God of war...? Levi asked as he starred at the tan giant before him, "... well... that's a distasteful job... war is hell..."
Kratos, unmoved by the comment, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, it is," he rumbled, his deep voice resonating in the crisp air. "A lesson I've learned many times over." His stern gaze fell onto Levi, carrying a weight of untold battles and countless losses. The quiet intensity in his eyes seemed to suggest he had walked through the depths of hell and emerged a changed being.
The room was quiet again. The tension had dissipated, replaced by a strange understanding. Despite coming from different worlds, they all knew the horrors of war too well. Now, they were united by a common goal – to rid themselves of the titan curse, and hopefully find some peace along the way.
It was then that general magoth and his men approached but kept their distance... so, your saying... that all of this devilry was caused by a worm from the ocean!?
Eren nodded at General Magoth's question. "Yes. An ancient parasite that existed during the times of the Progenitor Titan, Ymir. Our powers were not bestowed upon us by any devil or divine entity, but are the result of a creature that latched onto Ymir and gave her the titan abilities," Eren explained.
"The parasite has a consciousness of its own. It can manipulate memories, control bodies... all to ensure its own survival and propagation. The Eldian race was never inherently evil or 'children of the devil'. We were simply victims of a parasitic infection."
The statement left a deep silence in its wake. For so long, their entire identity had been built upon the notion that they were 'spawn of the devil'. Now, they were just victims of a prehistoric parasite.
And zeke... you said, he was planning on sterilizing all of your people...? one eldien soldier asked.
Eren looked at the soldier and gave a small nod. "Yes. Zeke planned to use the power of the Founding Titan to alter the physiology of all Eldians. He wanted to sterilize our people, making it impossible for any Eldian to have children," Eren explained, his voice calm but full of sadness.
"He believed it was the only way to end the suffering of our race, to let us slowly fade away. It's a grim thought, isn't it?" Eren continued, his eyes briefly falling on Historia. "But that's not the future I want for us. That's not the future I want for my child." His hand instinctively moved to where Historia's hand held onto his arm. There was a determination in his eyes that spoke volumes, a fierce will to protect and change the fate of his people.
He then turned to general magoth who was awfully quiet now... and there's something else we need to know... did Zeke scream in shigashina district...? Falco was near his brother and he got some of the laced wine smashed on his head... did he scream?
General Magath's expression hardened at the mention of Zeke's name, but it was the desperate tones in the voices of Reiner and Porko that caused him to give a grave nod. "Yes. Zeke did scream... He transformed those who consumed the wine into Titans," Magath confirmed grimly.
A palpable tension hung in the air as the implication of his words sank in. Falco, a mere child, could very well have been turned into a Titan. The thought caused a collective shudder to ripple through the group, a stark reminder of the true horrors of their world.
Reiner and Porko reacted with visible dread to General Magath's confirmation, while Eren's expression darkened, his brow furrowing in concern. He remembered Falco, the innocent child caught up in the world's bloodshed, who tried to bridge the gap between the two sides of the conflict.
Historia, her eyes tracing the lines of Falco's reports, felt a sudden pang of maternal fear for the boy. As a soon-to-be mother, the thought of any child being subjected to such a horrifying fate was unbearable.
Logan, Van Helsing, and Deadpool exchanged worried looks. They had been briefed about the Titans, but hearing about a child possibly suffering such a transformation was still shocking. Even Regis, a creature known for maintaining composure, revealed a hint of distress.
Levi, with his sharp eyes flickering over to Historia, displayed a look of mild recognition. He vaguely remembered Falco as the boy who had shown a kind of determination and kindness that was rare in their world. The idea of such a boy being a potential victim to this nightmare was just another cruel twist of fate. His gaze fell to his hands, momentarily lost in thought.
Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and Hange stood silent, their faces stricken. The weight of the information hit them hard, the shock evident in their wide eyes. The air seemed to grow even heavier as they processed the news.
The hope that had previously filled the room seemed to evaporate, replaced by a stark reminder of the horrors they were still facing. They were in a different world, yes, but the terrors of their past were still trailing behind them, clinging onto their shadows. The Titans, it seemed, were not easily forgotten.
Karl was uttering a silent prayer, and that brought an idea to Eren's head... logan, you know the core, you've interacted with him before... do you think he will help bring Porko here... as he was...? if we ask? making those who weren't here for very long to look confused at what Eren was saying.
Logan took a moment to scratch his stubbled chin, deep in thought. "The Core is, well, unique. He's not a person per se, but He's more than a mere cosmic entity. I've had my fair share of encounters with Him, and yes, He has a certain affinity for those in dire straits."
Kratos grunted in agreement, adding, "In my experience, the Core—God—does intervene, especially for those who need it the most. His ways can be puzzling, but His actions always serve a higher purpose."
Van Helsing, on the other hand, nodded at Eren's words. "That rings true. Both Regis and I were given a chance for redemption by Him. He helped us gain control over the darker aspects of ourselves."
Regis, who had been observing the conversation silently, chimed in, "It's not impossible to ask Him, Eren. But remember, His power is beyond our comprehension. His ways are not ours."
With that, the group fell into silence, each one deep in contemplation. Eren saw a glimmer of hope in their eyes—a flicker of faith in the Core, in God. It was a gamble, but the potential rewards far outweighed the risks. The fate of their world and of Porko might depend on God's merciful intervention.
I apologize for the confusion. You're right. Falco and Porco are not related. Porco is from the Galliard family, whereas Falco is from the Grice family. They are both Eldians and candidates for inheriting the Titan powers, but they are not siblings. I'll correct this.
Here's the revised version:
The sudden appearance of Falco and his brother Colt on the ground was so abrupt that it took a moment for everyone to process what had just happened. Eren, Reiner, and the rest were stunned as they witnessed the brothers materialize out of thin air, seemingly right in the middle of the aftermath of Zeke's infamous scream.
Colt held Falco close, tears streaming down his face. He looked at Falco with a mixture of disbelief and relief, trembling as he waited for the all-too-familiar horror of transformation. But the anticipated change didn't come. Instead, Falco remained human, just as he had been before Zeke's horrifying scream.
Amidst the silence that followed, Eren took a step forward, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and relief. "Falco..." he murmured. As he looked around, he saw similar expressions mirrored on the faces of everyone present. It was as if time had come to a standstill in the face of this unexpected miracle.
There was a moment of tense silence as everyone held their breath, waiting for some kind of confirmation that this wasn't just some cruel trick of fate. But as the moments passed and Falco remained his human self, the reality of the situation finally set in.
Porco, who was standing nearby, let out a shaky breath. "He... he didn't transform..." He whispered, staring at Falco with a mix of disbelief and relief.
A wave of indescribable emotion swept through the group, a mixture of relief, surprise, and a glimmer of hope. For the first time since they had arrived in this new world, they felt like they could finally breathe, like they had been granted a second chance. For once, the weight of their horrific past seemed a little lighter.
The voice resonated through the air, a benevolent echo that seemed to emanate from all around them. It was deep and commanding, yet soft and comforting, like a cool breeze on a hot day. It filled the air with an indescribable presence that made the hairs on the back of everyone's neck stand on end.
"I took the liberty of leaving the microscopic parasites behind to die..." The voice continued, its tone unchanging. "Falco is no longer afflicted with the titan curse."
The effect was immediate. A collective gasp echoed through the group as they registered the implications of what they had just heard. The titan curse, the seemingly unending cycle of suffering and death that had hung over them like a dark cloud, could finally be ended.
For a moment, nobody moved. It was as if they were frozen in time, the weight of the voice's words sinking into their minds. Then, the silence was broken by a choked sob. It was Colt, tears of relief streaming down his face as he clutched Falco tighter to his chest.
The others watched, their faces mirroring a mix of emotions. Relief, hope, and a sense of a newfound future filled their eyes. The titan curse, their worst enemy, could finally be defeated. The promise of a world without Titans was no longer just a dream, but a tangible reality within their grasp.
The voice of the Core had not only granted them a miraculous reprieve but also given them a glimmer of hope. In this strange world of gods and warriors, they found the possibility of a new beginning. And for the first time, they dared to hope for a future free from the shackles of the titan curse.
When the overwhelming presence of the Core receded, a profound silence washed over the group. They found themselves caught in a moment of shared disbelief, every individual grappling with the reality of the divine intervention they had just witnessed.
"Was that... God...?" Levi stammered out, his normally composed demeanor crumbling in the face of this bewildering situation.
Logan, despite the extraordinary circumstances, simply shrugged, his face etched with a subtle smirk. "Pretty much... yeah..."
The Marleyan soldiers, conditioned to view Eldians as devil's descendants, looked noticeably perturbed. General Magath, their leader, was lost in contemplation, his stern face etched with deep lines as he attempted to reconcile this divine intervention with his ingrained beliefs.
The remaining Eldians in the group were awash with a whirlwind of emotions. Jean, Connie, and Historia shared a look of disbelief mixed with the glimmer of a newfound hope. Their hearts held onto the idea of a world where their descendants wouldn't be cursed with the titan affliction, a thought they dared not entertain until now.
Armin, with his philosophic bent, wore a contemplative expression, as if he was deciphering the deeper implications of the Core's intervention. Meanwhile, Reiner and Porco exchanged glances, relief and disbelief mirrored in their eyes. This could potentially signify the end of their torment, a life without the constant specter of the titan curse looming over them.
Standing amidst them all, Eren bore a somber expression. This was indeed a significant step forward, yet he was acutely aware that it was only the beginning. Their world had a long journey ahead towards understanding and accepting Eldians. The fight, he knew, was far from over.
…
Upon their arrival to Krakoa, the new arrivals were greeted by Megara, or Meg, from Disney's Hercules. Clipboard in hand, she methodically checked off each name as they disembarked, her eyes scrutinizing each newcomer with curiosity and interest.
Next, the newcomers were introduced to a session with the pregnant Yennefer, slightly less pregnant Kira, and the trio of magic users, Fringilla, Triss, and Philippa. The process was a thorough one, designed to understand not just their abilities, but their personalities, fears, hopes, and traumas.
Historia, visibly pregnant, was first to have her interview. As Yennefer and Kira gently probed her past and her psychological state, she opened up about her experiences, her fears and hopes for her child, and her longing for a peaceful life.
Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, and Hange each had their turns. Each shared their stories, their fears, their dreams, and the deep-seated trauma they carried. There were moments of anger, confusion, and despair, but also glimmers of hope - hope for a new start, for a life free from the Titans.
General Magath and his men, their faces etched with skepticism and wariness, underwent their interviews next. Yet, as they shared their experiences and perspectives, their desire for peace - albeit misguided in its execution - became apparent.
Finally, the young Falco was interviewed, his brother Colt by his side. Despite his recent traumatic experience and the loss of his titan curse, his resilience shone through. His hope for a better future, it seemed, was still very much alive.
Throughout the process, Yennefer, Kira, Fringilla, Triss, and Philippa handled each case with care and understanding, offering reassurances and acceptance. They were not just assessing potential threats, but helping these newcomers adjust to their new reality. It was a painstaking process, but by the end, they had taken significant strides in integrating these newcomers into their community. The road ahead was long, but together, they were ready to face it.
…
The group found themselves standing in front of Zeke's cell, his body encased in hardened Titan skin, Eren's doing. Zeke's arm was absent, a vivid reminder of the physical consequences of his actions.
Falco took the lead, his young face hardened, a mirror to his spirit. "I looked up to you, Zeke," he began, his voice raw and filled with hurt. "I trusted you. And all this while, you were planning on doing... this." He gestured to the cell and to Zeke's state, his tone dripping with a mix of rage and disappointment.
His brother, Colt, took over, his usually cheerful eyes clouded with disillusionment. "We fought together, side by side," he reminded Zeke bitterly. "And all along, you planned on betraying us. Betraying me."
Various other Marleyan soldiers chimed in, the bitter taste of betrayal present in every syllable. The hurt ran deep; the wound of betrayal left by their 'Beast Titan' was raw and unhealed.
Finally, it was Levi's turn. The captain, always the embodiment of stoic resolve, stepped forward. His voice was cold, methodical, and utterly devoid of emotion. "You have a lot to answer for, Zeke," Levi began, his gaze piercing through Zeke's facade. "The lives lost, the chaos ensued - they're all on you. And you'll pay for them. I'll see to it."
Levi's promise hung heavy in the cell, a chilling threat and a vow wrapped into one. Zeke remained captive, reduced to a spectator in the face of their reproach, his silent form the only response he could offer. The echoes of their words and the damning reality of his actions were his only companions in the cold, unforgiving cell.
As the echoes of Levi's words faded, Eren's friends each stepped forward, their eyes hardened, the pain of their shared past evident in their stances.
Historia, carrying Eren's child, was the first to approach. Her gaze was soft yet firm, a queen's resolve shining through her. "You took away our choices, Zeke," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "You planned to sterilize us, to end us. You betrayed not just us, but your own kind. And for what?"
Armin, the strategist of the group, was next. He spoke with measured calmness, but his anger was not hidden. "We trusted you, Zeke," Armin began, his blue eyes clouded with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "You played us all for fools. But we're not your pawns anymore."
Jean, Connie, and the rest had their say, too. Their words were a mix of anger, disappointment, and, surprisingly, sorrow. They mourned the loss of the trust they had placed in Zeke, the shattered belief in their former comrade. Their words were a testament to the deep sense of betrayal they felt.
All the while, Zeke sat in his hardened prison, glaring daggers at Eren. He remained silent, his defiance the only weapon he had left. Eren met his gaze without faltering, his deep green eyes reflecting the collective sentiments of his friends - hurt, anger, betrayal - a stark reminder of the lives Zeke had manipulated, the trust he had broken.
The cruel laughter of Eriden, leader of the Wild Hunt, filled the confines of the cell, bouncing off the cold metal walls. "You all act so high and mighty," he taunted, "but my master knows everything. He knows what you've done." His hand raised, a vile light emanated from his ring, causing his associates to snicker cruelly. "Oh yes, Sauron knows all."
Eren's eyes narrowed. Sauron. The name was not unknown to him - the reports from Gimli, Legolas, Talion, and Aragorn had painted a vivid picture of the personification of ultimate evil.
"Sauron sees all your flaws, all your failings," Eriden continued, his tone icy cold and sharp. His eyes slid towards Mikasa, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "And you, Mikasa... how does it feel, knowing that Eren chose another?"
Eren's fists clenched. He had to keep his cool, had to explain. "Eriden here is the leader of the Wild Hunt," Eren began, his voice cutting through the bitter laughter of Eriden's associates. "They are from a different world. Geralt's and Ciri's world. They are spectral riders who cause mayhem and destruction, a spectral cavalcade of ghostly riders."
As he spoke, he glared at Eriden, chained and held down, yet still emanating a palpable aura of malice. "Those rings... they're twisted symbols of power, transforming the elves who wear them into something monstrous. Something evil."
His gaze held firm on Eriden, a cruel figure they would have to face, a figure who had been corrupted by the dark influence of Sauron's ring. Despite Eriden's attempts to intimidate them, Eren was not about to back down. They had faced and conquered unimaginable adversities, and they would do it again. For their friends, for their world, for their freedom.
Eriden's words hung in the air, heavy and unsettling. "Your mother Carla, she was horrified by what you've become. What you did in Marley...Remember, Eren? When you killed the diplomats with the Attack Titan?"
Eren's gaze hardened, the chilling memory flooding back. The screams, the blood, the terror that he himself had inflicted... It was something he wished he could forget, a memory that haunted his every waking moment. Eriden was twisting the knife, playing on his guilt and his regret.
But beside him, a small hand slipped into his, a comforting presence amidst the swirling chaos. Historia, her gaze steady and unwavering, held his hand in a grip that was both firm and reassuring. It was a silent reminder - a reminder of their shared burdens, of the paths they had chosen, of the strength they drew from each other.
Eren took a deep breath, the corner of his lips twitching into a faint smile. Yes, they had done unspeakable things. Yes, they carried the weight of their actions. But they were not alone, they had each other, and they had a purpose. No amount of taunting from Eriden would change that.
"No need to remind me, Eriden," Eren said, his voice steady. "I remember every single life taken. But let's not forget, you've got your own skeletons in your closet. After all, you lead the Wild Hunt. You've done your share of terrorizing and destroying."
Eren's eyes bore into Eriden's, not backing down, not showing any sign of the turmoil his words stirred within. The Wild Hunt Rider may think he held the upper hand, but Eren would show him that they were made of stronger stuff.
Eriden's gaze shifted towards Jean, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh, Jean," he drawled, "Ever wonder how Marco died? It was Reiner, Annie, and dear, deceased Bertolt... Your friend died scared, alone, betrayed..."
Jean's eyes widened, the colour draining from his face as the words hit him like a physical blow. His heart pounded in his chest, the world around him fading to a blur as the truth of Marco's death sank in.
Eriden continued mercilessly, "Bertolt's father couldn't handle the grief, died in his sleep... right before Eren attacked Marley. Poor thing, lost his son, and then his life... A tragedy, really."
Eriden then turned his attention back to Eren, a sadistic joy twinkling in his eyes. "And do you know where the Titan shifters go who die? To you, Eren. You may hide the beast deep down inside a cage, but ultimately... You will kill again."
The silence following Eriden's cruel revelations was deafening. Jean was white as a sheet, Eren's hand clenched tightly in Historia's grip. Yet, through the shock and anger, Eren managed to maintain his composure. He was not going to let Eriden break them, not here, not now.
"You may know our past, Eriden," Eren responded, his voice filled with an icy calm, "but you don't define our future. And as long as I draw breath, I will fight. I will fight for my friends, my family, and for a world that is free of your kind of terror."
Eriden's smirk grew as he looked at Jean's retreating back. "Oh, I'm not the one you should worry about, Eren, the would-be king. It's Jean who's left with questions for Reiner and Annie. You should probably catch up to him before he does something... unwise."
Eren's eyes followed Jean's figure as it disappeared around a corner, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew Jean was hurting, he could see it in the way his friend's shoulders hunched, the tension that radiated off of him. Eriden was right, Jean was seeking answers, ones that could potentially lead to conflict if not handled carefully.
Without a second thought, Eren pulled his hand from Historia's, giving her a quick, reassuring squeeze before heading after Jean. "I'll be back," he promised her, his gaze serious. "Just need to sort this out."
As he left, Historia and the others were left in the eerie silence that Eriden's cruel words had created. Yet, they could only hope that Eren would be able to prevent any further harm from coming to their group, especially from their own ranks.
Eren hurriedly approached the group consisting of Reiner, Annie, Porko, and Pieck. Their conversation, likely about their past world or the strange circumstances they found themselves in now, ceased abruptly as he arrived. Their faces wore mixed expressions of caution and surprise, staring at him under a tense silence.
"Eriden's been talking," Eren started, his words shattering the silence. "He revealed something to Jean...about Marco." He watched as the faces of Reiner and Annie transitioned from surprise to a deep dread. "Jean is on his way here now. It's only right you're the ones to explain...be truthful."
Reiner looked visibly unsettled, casting a fraught glance towards Annie, who appeared equally troubled. This wasn't their typical battlefield conflict, which they had come to be hardened to over the years. This was a matter close to the heart and threatened the delicately balanced alliances recently formed.
"Just remember to... stay level-headed," Eren advised, his gaze fixed on Reiner. "Jean is not himself at the moment and if pushed, he might break."
A heavy silence spread amongst the group, Eren's words adding a weight that seemed to pull at the very air around them. As Eren took a step back, offering them space for the challenging conversation ahead, Reiner found his voice, "Eren... thank you." Eren didn't respond verbally, but his faint nod was acknowledgement enough. It was a difficult conversation that lay ahead, but Eren decided to stay, to be there for them, and he hoped that they would address it with the honesty and maturity that Jean deserved.
The silence following Eren's departure was short-lived as Jean's footsteps echoed against the cold, hard floor of the complex. All eyes turned towards him, his normally vibrant gaze now devoid of life. The chill that ran down their spines was palpable.
"Is it true?" Jean began, his voice barely more than a whisper. He didn't even seem to notice Eren standing nearby. His eyes were solely on Reiner and Annie, piercing through their defensive walls. "Did you... did you let Marco get eaten... just to keep your cover intact?"
The words hung in the air like a specter, their presence choking the very breath from their lungs. Jean's demeanor was uncharacteristic. There was no anger in his voice, no vitriol. Instead, his voice was hollow, empty – a mirror of his gaze.
All eyes fell on Reiner and Annie. Reiner shifted uncomfortably under the intense scrutiny, his guilt evident in his uneasy stance. Annie remained unusually silent, her icy demeanor doing little to hide the inner turmoil visible in her eyes.
In this moment, Eren held his breath, waiting for Reiner and Annie to respond. They had been warned, prepared. The truth was bitter, and Jean had every right to know. But how would he react to their honesty? That was something Eren could only guess.
Reiner swallowed hard, his eyes downcast as he spoke, struggling to get the words out, "It was...it was during the battle of Trost. Marco...he overheard Bertolt and I talking about the hole...the hole we had made in Wall Rose."
He paused, allowing the weight of his confession to sink in before he continued, "And...under my orders...we..." Reiner's voice faltered, the guilt threatening to choke him.
Annie picked up where he left off, her face etched with a sorrow that was rarely seen on her stoic features. "We took his gear...so that he couldn't move. A titan..." she swallowed hard, unable to finish her sentence. The unspoken words hung heavily in the air.
The confession fell like a hammer between them, shattering the uneasy peace that had briefly existed. The harsh reality of what they had done, the lives they had taken, the betrayal, was finally laid bare. The silence that followed was deafening.
Eren watched, his fists clenching at his sides as he watched Jean's reaction, waiting for the inevitable fallout. It was a truth that had been hidden for so long, and now it had come to light in the most painful way possible. The future of their fragile alliance was uncertain, the path they would walk now more treacherous than ever.
Reiner stared at Jean, his voice barely more than a whisper, haunted by the ghosts of his past. "He...he was confused. He didn't understand why...why we were doing this to him. He kept saying...we haven't had a chance to talk things through yet..."
His words echoed in the silence, every syllable heavy with regret and guilt. It was a moment forever etched into their memories, a stark reminder of the horrors they had inflicted on their own comrades, all for a cause they no longer believed in.
Annie was quiet, her gaze focused on the ground as she nodded in confirmation of Reiner's words. The pain of their past actions was clear in their eyes, in the tight lines of their faces. They had betrayed their comrades, their friends, all for a cause that was based on a lie.
In the background, Eren watched in silence. The anger, the resentment that had once consumed him was now replaced with a cold sense of understanding. They were all victims in this twisted world, forced to make unimaginable choices. It was a realization that weighed heavily on his heart.
For a moment jean just stood there, before he rubbed his eyes and said... I get why you did it... given what youve been through… what you've been told all your lives.. even if I don't agree with it... so... I'm going to get a meal somewhere... anywhere around here... care to join me?
Reiner and Annie exchanged glances, surprise clear on their faces. After a moment, Reiner managed to nod, swallowing hard. "Sure... we'll join you," he managed to say, his voice rough with suppressed emotion.
Annie also nodded, a faint, almost relieved smile crossing her face for the first time in a long time. Jean's offer, as surprising as it was, was a lifeline. An opportunity for them to reconcile their past actions with their present, and maybe, just maybe, find a sliver of redemption along the way.
In the background, Eren couldn't help but feel a faint sense of pride for Jean. In spite of everything they had been through, Jean was still the same compassionate person he had always been. This offer of friendship, even to those who had once been their enemies, was a testament to his character.
As Jean led the way, Eren watched them go, feeling a faint sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could find some semblance of peace in this new world.
As they sat around the table, enjoying the unfamiliar yet oddly comforting food, a strange sense of camaraderie settled over them. This group, made up of former enemies and friends alike, was now a weirdly formed family, brought together by the bizarre circumstances of their new world. The atmosphere was filled with the hum of quiet conversations, punctuated occasionally by the clink of cutlery against plates.
General Magath, despite his previous role as an adversary, was now surprisingly at ease among them. Falco and Colt, still slightly bewildered by everything that had happened, were sticking close to him, soaking in the strange yet oddly comforting environment.
Reiner, Pieck, Porko, Annie, and Eren were all somewhat familiar with this new world, having had time to peruse the detailed reports on their surroundings. Historia, by Eren's side, watched with a quiet, warm smile, her hand gently resting on her swollen belly.
Levi, his face scarred and his arm bandaged, was somewhat withdrawn, preferring to watch the proceedings with his usual stoic expression. However, even he couldn't entirely suppress the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he watched Hange animatedly discussing the potential applications of the droids' technology with Wall-E and Kirby.
Jean, Armin, Mikasa, and Connie were sitting together, talking in low voices and occasionally throwing glances towards the Marleyan soldiers. Every now and then, their eyes would meet, and an understanding nod or small smile would be exchanged, a silent acknowledgement of their shared history and the path they were now walking together.
Amidst all the conversations and noise, there was a feeling of unity, a sentiment that they were all in this together, and that perhaps they could really build a new future here in this strange, new world.
Off to the side, Hiccup, Astrid, Valka, and the other dragon riders were huddled together, speaking animatedly and laughing amongst themselves. In this new environment, their camaraderie was a source of comfort, a reminder of the unity they had on Berk. Valka, Hiccup's mother, looked on proudly as the group of riders stuck together, even in such unfamiliar territory.
Beside them, Toothless was voraciously devouring a large slab of beef. The sight of the dragon feasting drew the attention of everyone in the room. The monstrous yet friendly creature seemed to have no qualms about being the center of attention, as he continued to savor his meal, oblivious to the curious eyes watching him.
Among the spectators was Hange, who couldn't help but gawk at the unusual creature. Her eyes twinkled with curiosity as she observed Toothless, making mental notes of his appearance and behavior. The sight of the dragon eating with such gusto was captivating, and she found herself drawn to it. In her mind, she was already formulating a series of questions she would ask Hiccup later about Toothless and the rest of the dragons.
The scene was a strange combination of otherworldly creatures, unfamiliar food, and old friends in a new setting. Despite the circumstances, there was an overwhelming sense of camaraderie that permeated the room, giving everyone present a strange sense of belonging and togetherness.
The disparate group of experts gathered around a makeshift workstation - Batman with his years of technological experience, Superman providing the raw power if needed, Bulma with her scientific prowess, Lego Batman chipping in with whatever odd insights his unusual existence provided, Geralt, Avallac'h and Regis contributing their extensive knowledge of supernatural creatures and conditions. They were an odd team, but they were making progress.
Their tireless work led them to a revelation - a potential way to rid the Eldian people of the curse that turned them into Titans. Their method was theoretical, experimental, and risky. But if it worked, it could change everything.
"We just need a volunteer," Batman finally said, breaking the heavy silence that hung in the room. His voice echoed around the room, leaving the gathered team in quiet contemplation.
The room fell silent as each person considered the weight of the situation. The silence was broken by a single, determined voice. "I'll do it," Colt said, stepping forward from where he stood at the edge of the group. His voice was steady, despite the monumental decision he was making. His eyes were filled with resolve as he looked around at the group of experts, ready to put his fate in their hands to potentially free his people from a dreadful curse.
They handed Colt a small, nondescript pill, its insignificance a stark contrast to the monumental effects it could have. As he swallowed it, the room seemed to hold its collective breath. A moment passed, then two, before steam began to rise from Colt's body. It was a sight all too familiar, reminiscent of the transformation into a Titan, but this time, nothing followed. The room remained tense, the eerie silence filled only by the sound of steam dissipating into the air.
But the true test still remained. Carefully, Superman drew a small sample of blood from Colt's arm. As they ran the blood through a series of tests, they waited anxiously for the results.
The confirmation was simple, a readout on a screen, but its implications were enormous. The parasitic organisms that caused the Titan transformations were gone. The pill had worked. For the first time in history, they had a cure for the Titan curse.
As the news began to spread through the room, the relief was palpable. A cheer broke out among them, a cry of victory against a curse that had plagued their people for so long. But more than anything, it was a symbol of hope - hope for a future where their people were free from the fear of turning into monsters, hope for a future where they could truly be free.
In an orderly fashion, each of them took a turn swallowing the small pill, the scene playing out in a similar fashion each time. Steam would envelop their bodies, dissipating after a while, leaving them standing there, human and only human. One after another, they each went through the process, until every last one of them had taken the pill.
Bulma, Superman, Batman, and the others monitored the process, ensuring the success of the treatment. Every time, the microscopic examination of the blood samples confirmed the eradication of the parasitic organisms. The Titan curse was being lifted, one individual at a time.
There were a myriad of reactions, from relief to disbelief, and even a few tears of joy. Generations of Eldians had lived in fear of the curse, their lives dominated by the constant threat of turning into Titans. But now, that fear was being eradicated. The sighs of relief echoed through the hall, an underlying tension lifting off their shoulders.
When the last pill had been swallowed and the last test results confirmed, the room fell into silence. They all stood there, absorbing the reality of their situation. They were no longer Titans. They were simply human. The enormity of it all was overwhelming. But at the heart of it, the overwhelming emotion was relief. They were free. For the first time, they were truly free.
With all the former titan-shifters now rid of their curses, there was one final task left - to administer the pill to Zeke. Levi took it upon himself to deliver it, taking an undeniable satisfaction from the task.
As Levi approached the cell where Zeke was held, his face was set in grim determination, a certain glint of pleasure in his eyes. Zeke, upon seeing the pill in Levi's hand, began to squirm uncomfortably in his restraints. The hardened titan skin bound him, limiting his movements. The distrust was evident on his face, but he was in no position to resist.
With a cold and merciless gaze, Levi held the pill before Zeke, a smirk playing on his lips. "Trust me, Zeke," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "You're going to want to take this."
Watching Zeke forced to swallow the pill, witnessing the subsequent release of steam and the eventual humanizing transformation, was a moment of sweet satisfaction for Levi. The man who had caused so much suffering was finally put in his place, rid of his titan power. And the fact that he had been the one to ensure this, made it all the more satisfying for Levi.
As the hardened titan skin restraints dissolved, Zeke fell to the ground, his body weak and shrunken. As he struggled to push himself up, his right arm, the one that had been missing, didn't support him. He quickly glanced at it, his eyes widening in shock as he realized it was still missing.
"Oops," Levi muttered, an amused grin on his face as he watched Zeke's confusion. "Guess we missed that part..."
Zeke's eyes darted to Levi, then to the small group standing outside his cell. There was a dangerous edge to his voice as he demanded, "What did you do to me? What was that pill?"
Eren, standing by Levi's side, looked at Zeke with a calm and serious gaze. "That was your ticket to humanity, Zeke," he said, his voice firm. "You're no longer a titan shifter." His words hung in the air, a stark truth that Zeke would have to accept. And with it came the realization that his power, his identity, everything he had known and based his plans around, was gone. The reality of his new powerless state was sinking in. And for Zeke, it was a bitter pill to swallow, in more ways than one.
"In simpler terms," Eren continued, a hint of satisfaction in his voice, "you've just ingested a cure for the parasite that turns Eldians into Titans."
Levi crossed his arms, a smug smirk on his face as he added, "A much more humane solution than your grand plan of sterilizing all Eldians, wouldn't you say, Zeke?"
The room was silent as they let the words sink in. The grim reality of Zeke's new condition was visible on his face. The power he once held, the monstrous ability to transform into a Titan was gone, replaced by a human vulnerability that he had not felt in years. His grand plan, his vision for the future of Eldia, was dismantled right in front of him, and all he could do was stare at the people responsible - his own half-brother and his comrades.
Zeke's voice was raw, stripped of the confidence and command it once held. "What now... are you going to kill me?"
Levi paused for a moment, considering the question. Then, a sly smile spread across his face. He turned away, beginning to walk out of the room. Over his shoulder, he called back, "Nah... I'm enjoying this way too much."
His words echoed in the silent room. Zeke was left alone, stripped of his power, his plan, and now his fate was no longer in his own hands. The gravity of his situation sank in, as the cell door closed behind Levi.