I do not own Warframe or Danmachi, but I strongly recommend you check out the original works because they are both fun and interesting.

Beta'd by: Chewie

I admit that I'm something of a coward. I hate socializing, and I don't have the balls to go outside to even try. I hate having to make decisions, usually defaulting to my usual answer of fence-sitting.

However, I'm sure no one would blame me for being extremely nervous in the face of what is obviously a god—or rather, a demon, considering the fact that the lounging figure before me held gray skin, her- it's piercing red eyes full of malice and lust as it grinned, it's black hair full of luster and volume.

The demon grinned as I nervously stepped away from it, my frame sweating as I considered the figure lounging in the void before me. I won't even consider why there was a portal to hell in my bedroom while it was here, so I'll put that thought on the back burner.

"Really, you won't even try to find an excuse for the portal right now?" The demon asked; its voice rough enough to make my ears bleed.

I stare in silence at the psychic demon, its grin widening as it strutted toward me, its blood-red eyes piercing my soul with malicious amusement.

"Well, it doesn't matter either way. I mean, you have no choice regardless of what you try" It spoke, leaning over with a grin and baring its naked breasts at me.

I would rather die than admit to being scared right now, but-

Fuck

Its grin had only grown, its red eyes and black hair gleaming beneath an absent light as it tittered in its hell dimension. "How embarrassing," It said, a fake blush upon its face as it cupped its cheeks, looking at me with a demonic hunger.

I step back even more nervous than before, my heart pumping a mile a minute as I stare at the demon, my hand itching to clutch at the cross upon my neck.

Unfortunately, I knew I was the prey, and it was the predator. Still, as it looked at me, its face calming, I knew I had to run, this was my only chance-

Wait. fuck, it can read my thoughts.

"Uh," I state nervously, staring at the attractive yet oh so terrifying demon as it sighs and exits the portal. My legs shake with fear as it struts out of the closing portal, pacing toward me. My palms fill with sweat as I stare at it with wide, fearful eyes, its hand cupping my chin as it gently forces my head down to its own, its eyes gazing into mine as a small, soft smile grows on its face.

I almost forgot that it's most likely here to kill me.

My mind blanks, soft lips upon my own as her sensual and tender hands wrap around my neck, my eyes closing as I wrap my own around her waist, her claws clutching at my back as seconds pass like hours, my world wrapped around her pretty little finger, her soft supple lips my only goal as I melt into her.

Her soft tender breasts pressing into me as I clutch at her supple flesh, the world disappears, emptiness, fulfillment, and purpose fill me as I dive deeper into this wonderful world she had brought me to, ecstasy filling my being.

Everything and nothing occurs all at once within my brain, my lips and hers melding together. Her soft, slow heartbeats pleasant to my skin as I hug her closer, hundreds of moments within a second, hundreds of days within a millisecond, an eternity with her in all of a nanosecond.

As she and I part, light pants of wonder escape me as she places a soft kiss on my forehead, her claws raking gently across my skin as she grins up at me.

"Come for me, my darling.. ," That is all she says before the world twists and a kaleidoscope of feelings and sense fill me, my ego in a panic as everything is made wrong and everything is made right, my mind filled with agonizing ecstasy.

My body fills with a chilling heat as right and wrong synergize into a new state of being. My ego is falling beneath a sea of inhibitions, cutting away at needless and useless parts of my being.

"No," I cry in futility within my own mind, the feeling of my inhibitions fading as shackles implant themselves within my flesh.

"Please stop," I plead, my weak will strengthening through an artificial source, despite both pain and ecstasy.

The sea is emotionless, uncaring of my plight as it continues, tiny little scalpels picking me apart and placing me back together, all within a nanosecond of a nanosecond, a trillionth of a trillionth of a second.

Everything is right; my body is correct; my mind is no longer broken; time is unbroken; and everything is perfectly normal.

And yet, as I open eyes that I lack and stare out into the grassy plains around me, the feeling of uselessness, weakness, and helplessness fading beneath a veneer of calm and confidence, I can't help but expect to wake from a dream.

I stare at my reflection, the reality of my new situation cementing itself further upon me as I gaze into the vaguely familiar figure within the puddle, its black, white, and red figure inhuman and terrifying all the same.

Despite that, only the feelings of familiarity and disregard of staring into your reflection fill me. I had become a monster, one that was unable to even recognize its own horror.

Eventually I stand, sighing as I turn toward the other object of concern. It was a hologram, projected in front of me, and within it was only one of the four slots filled. The filled-in one read "Warframe," And the other three had the words Primary, Secondary, and Melee.

This all felt vaguely familiar, from the name of my new body down to the very appearance I had been "Gifted". And yet, despite wanting to reject this new body,I feel neutral. Only truly feeling hatred toward the succubus that had cursed me with this inhuman form.

I can't help but not care. With an absent flick of my wrist, the menu disappears, leaving me alone in the empty forest around me. Gazing at the treeline, a vague feeling of discontent fills me as I sigh, the sound somehow escaping my body as I turn away from the clearing and begin making my way out, hoping to find some kind of civilization.

My jaunt through the forest is short, thankfully, and filled with trees, fruits, and various woodland creatures. As I walk, it occurs to me that if anyone were to see me, they would likely report me to the government.

Despite the knowledge of imminent danger, my new mental state prevents me from feeling nervous or even hesitant as I journey forth, confident in my ability to both escape and beat off any enemies.

Breaking through the treeline uncovers the long green plains filled with rolling hills and verdant pastures. My "Eyes" lock on the towering walls before me after a moment of appreciation, a grand tower emerging from the center of the walled city, and a long line of medieval-looking people traversing in and out of the entrance.

The only thought that fills me is "Ah, fuck" as I stare at the very clear city of Orario, Danmachi's main setting other than the dungeon.

Now, I don't have much knowledge of the world of Danmachi. Hell, I've basically forgotten everything other than Bell being a bullshit protag who somehow worms his way into the hearts of a harem. Meaning I am very much at a disadvantage.

Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do, and so I walk ahead, sighing as I eye the large city, dreading my wait through the line.

I was right to dread it, as it takes half of the remaining day for me to arrive at the gates, my strange appearance somehow not bothering the guardsman who, upon seeing me, called me over and asked for some basic information.

"What's your name?" The question on the right forces me to consider a few options in the span of a single second.

"Nikolai Chekhov," I state, my real name flowing out of my very well hidden speakers, making the guardsman nod as he moves onto his next question.

"Why are you coming to the city of Orario?" He asks gruffly once more, the guard on the left calling over another person in the meantime.

"To start a new life" Technically, my words are the truth. I'm here to live a new life after my old one was taken by a demon. Thankfully, my mother had died of heartbreak just a few months before I got taken.

Wow, I never thought I'd think that. It feels kind of...Huh.

"Alright, please take off your armor so we may log you into our files." The man says this, interrupting my musings as I stare at him quietly, watching his growing discomfort in curiosity. Eventually, I responded.

"This is my body, not armor," I state simply, as his face expresses his horror, fear, and awe as he stares at my body. I watch the silver band on his hand glow slightly, just as it did for my questions before, before he shakes his head and nods nervously, allowing me passage into the city with no resistance.

I stare at him for all of a moment longer before I step forward quietly, passing men and women as I journey into the city proper, filled with long winding roads of stone and mortar, large buildings made of wood and thatch, elegant marble and beautiful gems, a large spiring tower that reached the heavens, and beastfolk, humans, elves, and amazons alike.

Despite the beauty, I continue on, intending to find a god or goddess to receive their blessing. Hestia would make a good option; just about any deity would, I'm fairly sure.

So, I continue further down the street, hoping to find a deity to call my own.

I stare down at the woman currently pressing herself up against me in confusion, the platinum-haired woman's lustful and hungry grin only making my confusion all the more intense.

"My, what a specimen," I hear her mutter to herself, her eyes gleaming as she takes my hand and stands on her tiptoes, reaching up to my face as her grin widens. "I simply can't resist," She says, her voice husky as she cups my face.

I frowned internally, watching the woman carefully for a moment before saying, "Who are you, and why are you groping me?" I ask dully, watching her snap out of her own funk before her eyes sharpen and she stares up at me.

"So you can talk?" She asked, her grin widening. A moment of silence passed before she huffed, apparently disappointed that I didn't react. "I'm Freya, you know? The woman at the helm of the Freya Familia? The greatest family in the city?" She said, resting her hands on her hips as she stared up at me with indignation.

I don't react, as that name means nothing to me in this series. I mean, I know the mythos around her that were in my first world, but not the mythos that surrounded her in the world of Danmachi.

Nevertheless, I continue to stare, watching her grow more and more upset as time progresses. Still, the fact that I found a god already meant that it'd likely be very easy to get into a family.

"Okay," I respond blankly, a moment of silence passing before I speak once more. I idly note her roving eyes. "If you're a goddess, can I join your familia?" I ask, watching her study me quietly before nodding with a grin and a hint of blush on her face.

She grabs my hand with her own before beginning to lead me somewhere in excitement, ignoring the staring people around us, her grin wide as she nearly skips her way to our destination.

I remain stoic, following after the woman with heavy steps, a faint feeling of regret and dread filling my gut as I walk after her, the stone and mortar of the streets thunking beneath our feet as we pass houses and businesses by.

Minutes of silence on my end and chatter on her end resulted in us arriving at a rather large manor. I stared at it for all of a moment before shrugging and turning to the woman at my side, her expectant eyes turning disappointed at my lack of reaction.

"Well, come on then, we need to give you your Falna!" She says, her grin a permanent fixture on her face as she rushes into the manor.

It's as I'm walking through the courtyard that I notice the strange looks people were sending my new deity, their eyes full of unbridled love that, though confused, strengthened at the sight of her.

Man, woman, child, animal—everything we passed was seemingly infatuated with the goddess, which was rather suspicious. After all, magic existed in this world; who's to say that the goddess wasn't abusing her power to mind-control people?

I followed after her a bit more warily after that thought; my eyes were constantly focused on her and her movements. She didn't seem hostile, though that was likely what she wanted me to believe.

Nevertheless, as we entered the manor—its splendor magnificent, with gold lining nearly every object and glimmering gems decorating so many things around us that I almost believed she had harnessed the appearance of the kaleidoscope and placed them into her furniture.

I finished appreciating the manor and refocused on her as we passed room after room, bed hall after bed hall, and lunchroom after lunchroom, before we eventually found ourselves within a small, secluded space with a spa table.

My new goddess, Freya, walked over to the table, her eyes staring into me- her eyes gripped with insanity as she spoke, a small smile upon her face as she addressed me, "Well, lay down; I need to get to your back. Oh, and take off your armor," She says, grinning as a light blush dusts her cheeks.

I stared silently for a moment, slightly annoyed that this had happened twice in a single day. "This isn't armor, it's my body." I state dully, watching her face intently as she reacts.

Curiously, her face only becomes more dusted with a red hue, her grin growing larger as she stares, her hands twitching. "Even better!" She chirps, nearly vibrating in place.

I stand in place, staring at her, for a moment longer before I eventually just give up and go over to the spa table, laying down upon it with my 68 frame and waiting, her form climbing atop my alien form before something warm and liquidy drops upon my back not a few moments later.

I knew how the falna worked; I knew you needed to drop some blood on my back or something and make the thing appear. I just didn't know whether it would take long. Considering the fact that Freya had just tried it again, I couldn't help but worry.

Silence permeates the room. Freya's form stills upon my back, worrying me as I lay on my stomach, waiting for her verdict.

"That should have worked? Why won't it?" She stops, her muttering cut off as silence returns, leaving me to my own thoughts for all of a moment before she continues.

"Get out," She says coldly, her wrath easily felt as she jumps off of me in disgust. I turn my head to watch in slight confusion.

Her previous persona of being a slightly clueless yet energetic woman had evaporated completely; in its place was a hardened and cruel woman, her cold steel eyes staring down at me with disgust and contempt as she spoke once more, "Get out of my manor, you soulless freak." She spit, a scowl forming upon her face as I sat up in confusion.

"I- What?" I ask, watching as she steps away from me, contempt and disgust forming into a slight fear and hatred.

"Ottar!" She yells in a slight panic, my standing form seemingly intimidating her as the man she called for appears in what seems like an instant.

Panic grips my heart tightly, though; it's disconnected, more to boost my awareness than to actually make me feel the panic as this Ottar blurs forward, his sword cleaving through the air.

I try my best to dodge, moving at the start of his movement as he clips my torso, nearly slicing me in half as I slam through wall after wall, turning my already critical injury fatal as I launch out of the estate, my body flying through the orario plains as I try to right myself mid-air, my thrusters engaging as I begin to glide, allowing me to fall to my feet safely, clutching my wound in concern as I stumble.

"Hhhh, Fuck," I groan, stumbling to a tree and leaning against it in exhaustion, my inhuman form glowing a slight blue as I rest, my head lolling back in exhaustion.

Minutes pass like hours as my condition stabilizes, my wound staying open as I curse the goddess out, her idiotic reaction making me seethe, "Fucking bitch, coulda warned me or something. I didn't even know that damn Demon took my fucking soul, the bitch." I ground out, tiredly resting my head against the tree behind me, my form relaxing slowly as the minutes passed again.

"Healing Sequence Activated, Shutting Down" A voice told me, making panic erupt in my heart, the emotion quickly being snuffed out by an unknown source as I sit and wait, slowly falling asleep as I rest.

"Fuck no"

"You're that freak, right? Yeah, fuck off, you monster."

"You seriously think you can take the jobs from us hardworking mortals? Hah! In your dreams"

"Fuck off"

"No"

"No"

"No"

"No," the final familia of the night said, slamming the door shut after spitting at my feet, his expression of pure contempt annoying me as I seethed internally, walking out of the shitty alley in anger as my fists gripped together in pure anger, my contempt strong as I walk past person after person, their stares of disgust and fear only fueling my malding.

"Fucking bitch of a goddess, you made every fucking familia reject me, fucking bitch and her shitty ugly ass hair," I seethe, exiting the main city and making my way past the abandoned district and into the forest proper that circled the outside of the city.

I had recently made it my home of sorts, mostly because none would take me and I couldn't find Hephaestus, Loki, or Hestia, if they would even accept me. So yeah, that shit sucks.

My anger deepens as I kick a tree, a dent forming as the wooden lifeform shakes, my anger palpable as I seethe quietly. Unfortunately, I needed money. For what? To get weapons, materials, and such; not only that, but also to live comfortably.

So, what was the best way to get money in this city? Why, the dungeon, of course! But only families and adventurers could go in because, apparently, it would strengthen the dungeon if too many people died there.

Bullshit I tell you, bullshit. I can't even make money because of what that bitch-ass demon did to me. So, what should I do now? Become a hermit?

… No, I don't think so. That would be too boring for me. I think I'll just go in illegally. I'll try to sell the crystals at the guild, and if that doesn't work at first, I'll just sell them on the black market.

Still angry, I stand up from my felled log, the small campsite I had built fairly quickly shifting beneath my weight as I pace, my hands rubbing at where my forehead would usually be.

So, when should I go in—today? Tomorrow? Ugh, I hate thinking sometimes; difficult decisions were never my strong suit.

Fuck it, I'll go in today; might as well get it over with.

I sigh, stopping my pacing and turning toward the tower, groaning slightly at the distance I have to walk. I stared for a moment before grunting and beginning my run.

Thankfully, this machine body has infinite stamina; otherwise, I'd be in trouble, especially considering the fact that I'll be fighting a horde of enemies immediately after running something like 5 miles.

Wait, aw fuck...

I don't have a weapon.

Ughhhhhh

I stared down at the dark and winding staircase in slight disbelief; thankfully, the area was empty, likely because it was midnight and anyone who wanted to go to the dungeon at night was already inside.

Unfortunately for me, this also meant there wouldn't even be a smidgen of a chance of being saved by a passing adventurer, which was already likely rare considering the fact that my being a freak had spread throughout the city already.

Nevertheless, I sigh as I begin my walk down, my empty hands clenching longingly for an object that wasn't there. My empty fists both infuriated and saddened me for a reason unknown to me, something that likely related to the fact that the name of my new body sounded so familiar and yet so foreign to me.

Once more, it's likely that damn demon's doing. Thoughts raced through my mind as I descended into the depths of hell: thoughts of how to resist the succubus's powers, thoughts of my future, and more importantly, thoughts of whether I should even bother with coming into contact with people.

The click of my feet hitting the ground alerted me to the fact that I had finally arrived on the first floor. It was, just like the staircase, disgusting. A rocky cavern reeking of blood and metal, covered in the historical stains of dead adventurers and innocents, emotions and spirits lingering in place, all of them confused, saddened, and furious at their demise.

Despite this, I ventured forth, my black and white form stepping warily into the cavern as my sensors scanned my surroundings, acting as my eyes while I looked for an enemy.

Thankfully, at my call, the dungeon answered.

And violently too. As the wall to the right of me burst open in a shower of rock, exposing a horrific and eldritch sight. Red, pulsating walls that bled with every beat, screeches of agony, and glowing purple met my sensors as the green thing from within the eldritch wall burst out of the flesh, squirming out as though a newborn babe, its legs supporting it as it fell in front of me.

Strangely, I felt no horror, disgust, or fear as I stared down at the terrifying sight.

Was this what Adventurers had to see every time a new monster was born? If so, I pity them for not having the emotion dampening that I had been- well, blessed with is a strong word for it. Let's say "Given".

Nevertheless, I stare down the creature, ingrained instincts and a fighting style rushing through my head, filling me with discomfort and peace as I raise my fists, dodging its quick swipe with a smooth side step before I throw my elbow down onto its back quickly, a snap filling the empty cavern as the green thing screeches. Its spine punctures its organs as I step on its fallen form, holding its thrashing and screeching form in place as I grasp at its skull and hold firm.

I pull my hand back, its head following my palm as though attracted by a magnet. A moment passed as I stared deadpan at both the head and body.

I had never been particularly creeped out or disgusted by dead bodies; in fact, the first time I saw a person's body jump from a building, I only thought "Huh, They don't go splat?".

Of course, seeing it on the internet and seeing it in real life are two different things, and I won't deny that if I were still human, I would likely be horrified. But, at the moment, it's just so distant to me.

I stare down at the course with slight interest. I felt nothing other than interest in killing it, my hand idly dropping the green thing's head as I stepped off of its corpse. I crouch down on my haunches. I sigh as I stare down at the body, clicking my tongue as I form my hand into a knife hand and pierce its flesh with a weird ease.

I remember something just as I grasp the crystal within the body, the thought making me let go quickly.

"I need a pouch," I tell myself, staring down at the corpse as ideas come to mind. It won't be favorable, but I could likely form one from its skin.

Wait, why has the dungeon not interrupted me yet? I stand up, looking around in confusion, the dull roar that I had thought was an ever-present sound within the dungeon growing louder as I finally realize.

"Ah, fucking great," I grumble, crouching down in haste and spearing the corpse, tearing off a thin segment of skin and grabbing the skull, looping the skin through a hole I make within the bone, and forming the skull into a makeshift basket just as the roaring horde turns the corner and arrives at my doorstep...

Which just so happens to be right outside the dungeon's exit.

"You're going to fight me every step of the way, aren't you?" I sigh in irritation, placing the goblin skull down and staring down the horde with dull "eyes". My irritated form takes a step forward before I launch off the ground in a quick spinning leap, flipping in the air with my hands following me as I smash the ground like the hulk, cracking the cavern and sending the nearby goblins and red rats into the air, suspended from the sheer force, before the battle begins.

At least this body doesn't tire; that would suck.

Ope, gotta duck!

I tighten my form as I duck under a swipe from what I now remember to be a kobold, its growling form soon dying to my fist as I spear it with a knife hand, grabbing its crystal and throwing it away as I slide beneath a goblin, knocking its legs out from under it before I grab another goblin and kick it in a random direction, killing both it and whatever lied in that vicinity.

To be honest, I never expected fighting to be this fun, but, eh, whatever.

I snort as I roundhouse kick a goblin's head off, its skull shattering in a shower of brain and bone as I duck and twist beneath a bite, my form balancing on one hand as I grasp and fling my hand in a swipe at the attacker's midsection, bisecting it as I continue forth into the horde, my sensors growing hot as the tens of attackers swarm me, my hands and legs a blur as I spin and swipe and pierce through flesh, my mind disappearing beneath a mantra of instinct before I am left alone, my form static as I stand within the circle of decaying and bleeding corpses.

I stare down at the area, the fast pace of the fight confusing me for all of a moment before an insidious and hated thought reminds me of a dreaded outcome.

"Aw fuck, I need to gather the crystals." I groan petulantly, sighing as I grab my makeshift basket and begin to fill it, actually making a sack from a particularly large Kobold's skin when it became clear the basket was too small.

I fight another horde in the process.

8 hours.

Fucking. Hours. And I only get to the second floor because of logistics, not strength. Like Jesus fucking Christ! How many fucking sacks do I need?

I've been fighting horde after horde after the fucking dungeon made it clear that it didn't like me. Thankfully, they've been getting smaller, meaning the dungeon was getting the fucking clue about me being no different from adventurers.

Unfortunately, that only added to its malice.

"Yeah, fuck you too, you son of a whore!" I growl as I kick the cavern wall, cracking it as I stomp away from the entrance to the cavern, my displeasure clear.

At least I managed to get around 3 bags of crystals, though I wouldn't even think of them being worth that much considering I was only on the first and second fucking floors. Seriously, why am I the one the dungeon wants to pick on? It's unfair I tell you.

I growl once more, my bloodied and furious form stalking up the staircase and past flinching or curious adventurers; thankfully, they don't seem to recognize me; otherwise, I would've been reported immediately; at least, I like to think that's what would happen.

I don't know what would actually happen.

I sigh, stepping out into the morning sun and beginning my way to the guild, past civilians, adventurers, and gods alike as I walk down the beautiful cobbled streets, turning a corner and meeting face to face with the guild, my bloodied form staring at it for all of a moment before beginning my way inside once I notice that no wonder or awe had filled me at the sight.

It seems I was too emotionally drained for that. So, as I push the wide doors open and stalk inside, I begin my way through the unsurprisingly empty building, making my way to a booth as I ignore the stares and whispering from around me.

I heave the three bags off of my shoulder and drop them down onto the table, blood leaking from the flesh as I stare at the attendant. "These are crystals." My voice intones dually, watching her stare at me for a moment before she hesitantly steps forward, her hand touching something on the desk as she reaches for the bags.

I don't react fast enough to catch the level 2 adventurer's hand; his palm grasps my head as he forces me to the ground.

"Sir, do not resist. For the crime of trespassing and illegal profit off of a governmental body, your assets are being seized, and you are being fined." The adventurer says it gruffly, holding me down firmly despite my struggles to get out of his grip.

Aw, fuck.

"Ouranos will judge you for your fate," I hear him say after a disgustingly long and awkward moment.

Double fuck.