*claps hands* let us start the show (story) proper!

Mild notes for the actual pre-story intro.

Although it is based off the older version of this fic, Striving For Eden will be a lot different from Hell's Iron Blooded Assistant, more so how it's much less serious, with shorter chapters and more crack-esc, faster paced writing. Personally I just thought the old one took itself too seriously.

(That being said, there is a chance for future chapters to be written more seriously depending on my mood. No promises, but this will mostly be crack.)

Helluva Boss stuff will appear on occasion, though it won't be frequent.

Oh and Renn isn't proofreading any of this. All this madness comes from me and me alone. This means that chapters will be pushed out at a faster rate, albeit at a lower quality than, say, Tekketsu No Kyojin, if that means anything.

That's all, really. Do enjoy this awkward revival, I guess?

Mikazuki Augus did not believe in much.

He didn't believe in God or the Devil. He cared not for Hell or Heaven. And when it came to Good and Bad… his only true moral compass was that which was held by Orga Itsuka, nothing more, nothing less.

The bodies he had amassed whilst he was still alive made it very much obvious that he would not be granted access through the gates of Heaven. The sins that rode upon the boy's shoulders… the weight of it all… all of it made certain that his fate would be to burn in the depths of Hell for all of eternity, to drown in the blood of the lives he had taken until the heated death of reality itself…

… and now, as he sank deeper and deeper into the crimson glow of the afterlife, with the judges of Heaven itself having deemed his soul too sinful to allow entry into their realm, the boy's tainted essence descended down into the depths of Hell at an alarming speed. His sinful soul burnt red and as it descended down into Pentagram City like a meteor, and as it did so, a body formed around it.

Metal, constructed from the energy around Mikazuki's very soul, sprang into being and formed a new body around the boy's dull blue essence, and by the time it had been formed around him in full, the boy's newly created body found itself laying in one of Hell's many dirty alleyways.

It remained like this for the better part of a few hours, with his eyes closed and his body unmoving as Mikazuki Augus' soul struggled to acclimate to its new body. To be trapped in an iron coffin such as this was… different, to say the least, though before long…

STARTUP SEQUENCE INITIATED.

BOOTING UP.

14%...

27%...

52%...

92%...

100%...

… Mikazuki's heart began to beat once more, with the beating increasing with each uptick in percentage, and as soon as it reached a hundred…

OPTICAL UNITS ONLINE.

AUDITORY SYSTEMS ACTIVE.

DISENGAGING JOINT LOCKS.

ALL SYSTEMS GREEN.

… his eyes, which were once nothing more than empty black sockets, illuminated a bright blue, with the boy now staring straight up at the sky above him as his vision cleared incredibly quickly. At first, he felt confused… and by all means, he had every right to feel that way.

The last memories he had were of combat. He had been standing his ground against Gjallarhorn, and he was severely wounded in battle. Last he remembered, he had lost consciousness and, well… died in battle, so how-

MEMORY BANKS UPDATED.

REPLAYING MEMORY.

… and then, his eyes were quick to widen in shock when a sudden surge of information quickly ran through his body. He had died… there was no doubt about it, but he was not granted any form of solace, even upon his death. No… his torment was to continue for all of eternity, and with a scowl, the boy shifted himself up into a sitting position… and had a good look at himself.

Staring down at his body, Mikazuki frowned deeply when he saw that, as stated above, he was more machine than man. His body… all of it that was visible to him beneath his sleeveless blue shirt and baggy green pants, anyways, resembled the Gundam Frame that he used to pilot whilst he was still alive. His arms and most of his torso were a gunmetal grey, forged from iron and steel with exposed pipes and pistons lashing it all together. The only parts of his body that weren't obviously metal was the area around his head, starting at around the base of his neck, where a layer of fake flesh hid most of the mechanical parts from view.

Bringing a hand up to his face, Mikazuki trailed his sharpened digits along the fake skin of his face, with him shuddering slightly when he realized that he could feel the sensation almost perfectly. It felt… odd, to say the least, though he thought little of it as he brought a hand up to his 'hair', which wasn't much more than several thousand wires that were styled up to resemble his old hairstyle.

It was still styled up in the shape of a crescent moon, which was nice, at least…

With some effort, Mikazuki pushed himself off the ground and staggered out of the alleyway, scowling all the while. The sound of distant gunshots, explosions and the like made it apparent to Mika that the area around him was in a less than pleasant state, and if he wished to survive, he'd have to get away from the action, for once, and get more info on his new surroundings.

After all, even if he knew where he currently was, he'd have to find out more about how the place worked before he attempted to do anything reckless, and considering how he was in Hell… being reckless was the last thing anyone, himself especially, would want to do…

And as he staggered out of the alleyway, with his new legs getting more accustomed to the weight of his new body with each passing step, Mikazuki glanced up to see a single sign hanging above his head, with him reading what was scratched onto its rotting surface as he passed it by.

Welcome to Pentagram City.