Author's Note: Hello everyone. Thanks for taking the time to read the [technically] first chapter of my first ever fanfic. I have been working on this for a while (March 2019... boy time flies). This is my Alternate Universe (AU) re-telling of the 'Dark War'. The story has elements of both Dark War storyline and DemonxBunny's Masters of the Multiverse, so all credit goes to both Impact Wrestling and DemonxBunny. I do not own the characters, only the OCs. The story is entirely fictional.
Characters may look and act different than they do in real life. This was done intentionally, and things will change over time in this story, so please be patient.
Rating: M, for violence, coarse language, and mature themes/events that will appear throughout this story. Remember, this is Femslash, so if that's not your thing, you may not like this story.
Pairings: Allie/Rosemary (DemonxBunny), others over time
I may not be able to update this as frequently or as much as I want to, but I'm always thinking of new stories. This holds a special place being my first, but I'm always open to suggestions (just not 7.5 Million... it's okay, I'll still read them... eventually). I welcome any feedback, just please be kind to each other! And please enjoy!
Aftermath to the Dark War: A Rosemary/Allie Supernatural Romance Fan fiction by Jurassicfatt
Prologue
No one's POV, The Undead realm, Valley of the Damned
Running. Screaming. A man is crushed against the dirt as he tries desperately to escape the beast behind him. On Earth, this would be considered unsettling, but not here. Not this place. Here, chaos and death reign supreme, the strong slaughter and devour the weak, and those of great strength fight for control in a world of pain and torment. This is the Undead Realm.
"I will peel the flesh from your bones! Filthy scum!" bellowed Kronavar, as he destroyed the village before him. Standing at 25 feet, the monstrous 14-ton Warlord demon had skin as gray as ash, with eight piercing yellow eyes, large pointed ears and two horns similar to that of a ram. His protruding face holds many teeth, stained red by his insatiable hunger for blood. They are sharp and thin, almost as if his mouth is filled with hundreds of needles. He also has a tail similar to that of a bull, hooved feet and legs of blue fur. The only thing more appealing to him than flesh was power. He would level this village to showcase his. As the villagers run in terror, a young woman with blonde hair trips and falls as Kronavar approaches. Kronavar reaches for her, when a rock is thrown at his head. He points his gaze to an older man throwing stones at him.
"Leave her be!" yells the white bearded villager.
"So unwise…" says Kronavar as he grabs the old man with his left hand, the woman with his right. He begins squeezing them in his grip, the three digits of his hands digging into their flesh. They scream and contort their bodies in pain at the intense pressure on them. Snap! The bones in the old man's body, unable to handle the force, break within Kronavar's grasp. Kronavar begins to laugh, throwing the body aside. He turns to the young woman. He licks his lips, before angling his mouth and needle teeth towards her to satisfy his hunger. Suddenly, he stops.
Faint humming can be heard coming from the wreckage of the village behind him. The warlord turns around slowly, looking to see where the noise is coming from. The humming intensifies, its sound becoming clearer. Seems like the roar of an engine. He scans the burning village, before spotting something in the distance. A dot surrounded by the dust in the horizon. Kronavar begins wondering whether another Warlord has followed him. As the dot approaches, the dust diminishing each passing second and the roar of the engine increasing, it comes into focus. A hooded figure on a dark purple motorcycle, covered with black curved lines, is coming towards him.
The motorcycle stops abruptly a few feet from him, and the rider dismounts and removes their hood. Standing before Kronavar is a woman no more than 5 ft.9. Her skin was white, but not pale. Her outfit consists of long black wrestling boots with black laces, black stockings and wrestling shorts, a black sleeveless shirt made of a material which looked like silk, but upon closer inspection seemed thicker, purple fingerless gloves and topped with a purple leather jacket. Her mid-length hair, dark brown and curled at the end, cascades slightly down her shoulders. Her eyes are light blue, staring directly at the young woman crying for help in Kronavar's grip. Below that was her face paint: black covers her nose, lips and neck. Black circles on her cheeks connect to her lips, while the rest of her mouth, chin, and cheeks are white. She holds a chrome chain attached to a hook blade in her hands.
"Let her go," the woman says to Kronavar, clutching her chain tightly in her hands. "I don't need to kill you, but I will if you don't free her."
Kronavar begins laughing again, his eyes closing in joy at the woman's words, before reopening them to stare her down.
"I am Kronavar! Warlord demon of the South! Rightful ruler of the-"
Suddenly, the woman throws her chain at Kronavar's head, the hook latching itself onto one of his horns before she pulls him hard towards the ground. Shocked by the abrupt attack, Kronavar's hand flies open and lets go of the woman, as his face collided with the ground in a loud Boom!, dirt spraying in all directions. The village woman, screaming as she falls, is caught by the face painted heroine.
"T-Thank you!" says the shaky, teary-eyed village woman.
The heroine simply nods before setting her down and telling her to run. Kronavar, still disoriented by the fall, slowly rises to his feet. He shakes his head to regain his senses, and then focuses his eyes on his attacker. He roars before pulling the chain, still latched onto his horn, up towards him with his left hand. The woman simply lets him pull her up before using the momentum to launch herself onto Kronavar's head. She unlatches the hook from his horn and stabs it into one of his eyes, the blade piercing it deeply. Kronavar roars in pain, swatting at his head to try and hit the woman. She wraps part of the chain around his right hand, creating a line between his eye and forearm, before jumping off of his head and landing on said arm. She pulls the chain away from his face, tearing the eye from its socket and part of the skin around it. Kronavar roars in pain and anguish, blood seeping from his exposed wound. The woman unlatches the chain from his arm, throws the hook into his neck and then jumps, pulling herself as hard as she can downwards. The hook tears itself through his abdomen, exposing more ripped flesh and spilling his guts out from his chest. She lands on her feet as Kronavar falls to his knees, his eyes wide in shock as he is unable to handle his own weight. He collapses on his left side and looks towards the woman.
Coughing up blood, he asks in garbled speech, "*Gurgle* Wh-at are yoouu…" before his eyes close and his body slumps to the ground.
"I am the demon assassin Rosemary, and you Kronavar, will no longer harm anyone of the realm ever again." Rosemary then pulls her hook free from his corpse and places the chain back onto her motorcycle. She has killed another warlord. Just another hunt. As she starts her bike, she looks down and sees a picture taped to the front of it. On it is an image of Rosemary wearing a similar outfit, minus her jacket. She looks slightly uncomfortable. Next to her was a beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and peach coloured skin. She wore black boots, a pair of black jeans and a pink t-shirt, with the name "Allie" stitched directly in the center. She seems so happy and free. She has an arm around Rosemary's shoulders and a huge grin on her face. Rosemary grasps the photo and looks upon it… perhaps for too long. With whatever strength she has left from her battle, she places the photo back onto the bike and rides away from the village. It'll be dark soon.
As she rides back to her home, her thoughts lay on the events of the past few months. The pain, the loss, and the tears she'd sworn never to shed. No matter how many Warlords and demons she slayed, it was not like before she had met… her. She finally reaches her home, at least the one she'd be sleeping in tonight. A four-sided wooden shack with windows, a cauldron in the middle and a fireplace: it'll do. She lights the fireplace, washes blood off her hook and chain in the cauldron, before lying down near the warmth of the fire. Wolves howl and crickets chirp in the night. She wonders if her nightmares will haunt her again tonight; force her to relive that faithful day. No fire from the depths of the hell fields had ever burned her as strongly as that memory did. No pain inflicted from even the mightiest of demons could compare to that which she felt in her heart. Feeling her emotions getting the better of her, Rosemary tries thinking of a happier memory. Her mind recalls the feel of silky blonde hair between her fingers and the scent of strawberries surrounding her. She becomes calmer and relaxes onto the floor, exhaustion finally catching up with her, her eyes closing and breathing slowing as she sleeps through the night.
A/N: Hello! Thanks for reading the whole thing. Tell me what you think. Are my Warlord demons cool enough, or kind of drab? There will be different kinds and all will be explained as time goes on, don't you worry. Some people might be saying: why did you write a DemonxBunny fanfic? Why an AU? And why a prologue? I guess the main reason I did this is 1), I love DemonxBunny, yet I found a severe lack of fanfics about them, and 2) I love both the Dark War storyline and DXB's Masters of the Multiverse (if you want to have a laugh, I recommend checking it out). I love the Demon and the Bunny, both as pro athletes/actors and as people, and I love the dynamic they have when they're together. I wanted to tell a story with a new, darker take on the Undead Realm, as well as a romantic twist between the two. I know this may not be everyone's preference, but that's okay. Prologue was... well, because this was originally supposed to be a one-shot. It sort of just evolved into a longfic after I had so much fun writing and editing it, I said "I can't end it here!".
Please do review if you can. It shows me that people enjoy my stories, which is always nice. Thanks again for reading and have a great day!