Hi! Lugal kug-ga here! I am a long time reader but a first time writer.
Imma say this now, I own nothing of the originals portrayed in this fic, I'm merely making an iteration.
And should you see some similarities with other fanfic Authors, it might be because I've…. copied it. Or took some parts of their works and incorporated it in mine. So, credits to them.
Enough of the boring A/N and onwards to the story.
I've committed to finishing this work, should it stop updating for a year, I've probably self deleted. So, sit back, enjoy, and review!
In the world of unlimited blades
In the realm of Unlimited Blades, amid the eternal twilight that bathed the landscape, there sat a leather sofa. Its very presence exuded extravagance, the leather upholstery lending it a refined aura that transcended mere opulence. Rather than clashing with the environment, it seemed to harmonize with it, creating an intriguing juxtaposition.
A man reclined on the sofa, his demeanor mirroring the chair's sophistication, holding a bucket of popcorn in one hand. Beside him, another figure with long ears sat, while a formidable dragon rested behind the sofa, completing the unusual gathering.
Their attention was fixated on a colossal screen suspended in the air, displaying a boy with reddish-black hair clad in armor reminiscent of the red archer. As they watched, the boy navigated through various challenges within a dungeon, his every move scrutinized by the spectators.
"Hmm, seems the blessing truly worked its magic," remarked the man with long ears, known as Aesir, as he munched on popcorn.
"The boy's actions were indeed reckless, but he managed to regain control before meeting an untimely demise," added Veldaruin, the dragon, in a deep tone.
Meanwhile, Archer remained silent, his gaze fixed on Shirou's exploits in the world of Tortus, his popcorn steadily disappearing.
As the events unfolded, they witnessed Shirou confront formidable adversaries, including two Cyclops gatekeepers and a scorpion-like magic beast. Archer, furrowing his brows, watched with evident disdain.
Aesir cast a fleeting glance at Archer, recognizing the unspoken thoughts but refraining from comment. Despite his millennia of existence, he was bound by the rules of the forest sanctuary, unable to engage in combat or even kindle a flame.
Their attention shifted when a new figure materialized—a boy of around twelve, adorned in a modified shinobi outfit, his left side bearing a stark pallor as if grafted onto him.
The boy, initially poised for battle, faltered upon encountering the imposing dragon, his gaze betraying despair. As he questioned his reality, Archer, as if seeing something amusing, turned towards the boy, still sitting on the sofa and still a bucket of popcorn in his lap. As he continued to eat his popcorn with crossed legs. Aesir clicked his tongue, knowing that Archer had no intention of making the boy know his current situation.
"Don't fret, you're safe here," Aesir assured, extending a comforting hand.
The boy tensed, feeling a paralyzing presence emanating from Aesir.
Veldaruin merely laid there, merely giving the boy a glance as his gave went back to the massive screen, now showing the appearance of Shirou Kotomine
The boy, seeing Aesir Approach became stiff, the boy felt a presence so strong that it paralyzed him. He then watched in horror as the man with long ears raised his hand and pointed its index and middle finger towards his forehead.
Closing his eyes in despair, waiting for the moment when it would be all over. Then, pain assaulted his brain, knowledge and memories came through like a hit of a hammer.
He screamed in pain as he held his head in his arms.
"Huh? I swear I just transferred the relevant memories?"
He heard the long eared man, now he knew to be Aesir, say amidst the pain and agony. Then, he passed out.
Aesir, looking at the black haired boy with a mixed expression, he then turned a questioning look towards Archer, who now had a shit eating grin as he eat his popcorn.
"... he's twelve?" Intoned Archer to Aesir with a shrug, before turning again finally to look at the screen.
Aesir, seeing Archon Knowing glance, who wore a smirk of amusement. Shrugging off the incident, Aesir rejoined the others on the sofa, his thoughts drifting to the boy and his aspirations.
"Obito huh?" He murmured as he sat down, picking up his bucket of popcorn once again, he threw some to his mouth. As the screen flickered with Shirou's endeavors, Aesir murmured, "I hope he achieves his wish," his gaze lingering on the unfolding saga.
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—Veldaruins backstory—
In the timeless expanse before the dawn of creation, the void lay shrouded in mystery and possibility. Within its boundless depths dwelled two majestic beings, embodiments of primal forces yet to be named. One bore the form of a dragon, its scales shimmering with hues of cyan, while the other blazed with the fiery crimson of dusk. They were Veldanava and Veldaruin, the progenitors of all that would come to be.
Veldanava, the first of his kind, possessed a boundless curiosity and a hunger for creation. He gazed upon the formless void and saw not emptiness, but potential waiting to be shaped. Veldaruin, on the other hand, was content to drift in eternal slumber, his essence suffused with the essence of oblivion.
Eons passed in silent contemplation as Veldanava pondered the nature of existence. He reached out with his mind, probing the depths of the void, seeking the spark of creation that lay dormant within its depths. And then, in a moment that stretched beyond time itself, he found it – a flicker of light amidst the darkness, a seed of possibility waiting to be nurtured.
With a thought, Veldanava willed the spark to life, igniting an explosion of energy that shattered the stillness of the void. From the chaos of this primordial eruption, countless specks of light emerged, coalescing into spheres that spun and danced in the infinite expanse. These spheres became worlds, each a canvas upon which the Creator would weave the tapestry of existence.
As eons passed in the blink of an eye for the beings of these nascent worlds, Veldanava observed their struggles and triumphs with a mix of fascination and paternal concern. He watched civilizations rise and fall, intervened in moments of dire need, and learned from the myriad forms of life that flourished in his creation.
But his act of creation had disturbed the slumber of his sibling, Veldaruin, whose very nature was destruction incarnate. As the End awakened, chaos reigned, and the fabric of reality trembled beneath the weight of his fury. Stars were extinguished, worlds were rent asunder, and the fragile balance of creation teetered on the brink of annihilation.
Filled with remorse for the devastation wrought by his sibling, Veldanava took up arms to protect his creations. Thus began the timeless clash between the Creator and the End, a battle that transcended time and space itself.
Their conflict raged across the cosmos, shaping the very fabric of reality with each cataclysmic clash of their powers. Veldanava unleashed storms of celestial fire, casting blazing arcs that rent the darkness asunder, while Veldaruin countered with tempests of darkness that swallowed light itself.
Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, a transformation began to take place within Veldaruin. As he witnessed the beauty and wonder of creation through the eyes of his sibling, his fury waned, replaced by a newfound understanding and restraint.
Slowly, over the course of countless eons, Veldaruin's essence shifted, his destructive urges tempered by the light of creation. He learned to channel his power into shaping the cosmos rather than tearing it asunder, and the chasm between the two beings began to narrow.
Then, Veldaruin watched as Veldava forged the central world, the cardinal nexus of his creation, where light and darkness, creation and destruction, coexisted in perfect equilibrium. First, Veldanava refashioned the near destroyed multiverse, a sprawling tapestry of interconnected dimensions and realms, each with its own unique properties and inhabitants. Yet, in his eagerness, Veldanava overextended himself, losing his Skill Turn Null due to the strain on his finite "stomach."
Undeterred, he proceeded to craft the central world and several parallel worlds within the multiverse, each teeming with life and possibility.
The Cardinal World, crafted by the hands of Veldanava, stood apart from the myriad realms that dotted the cosmos. It was a Chaos World, infused with the mixed properties of both a Material World and a Spiritual World. Within its bounds lay the Elemental Realm and Daemon Realm, realms inspired by the powers of Veldaruin.
Then, From the depths of the cardinal world, two true dragons were born, siblings to the Creator himself. Velgrynd and Velzard, embodiments of kinetic energy and negative energy, roamed the vast expanses of their realm with boundless curiosity and untamed power. Despite their formidable nature, they were but children in the eyes of Veldanava, who doted upon them with affection and care.
Though they were siblings to the Creator, Velgrind and Velzard harbored a deep-seated fear of their other elder brother, Veldaruin. Whenever he drew near, they would shrink away, their scales bristling with unease. Veldaruin couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at their reaction, unable to understand why they avoided him so fervently.
He approached Veldanava, seeking answers to the mystery of his siblings' fear. "Why do Velgrynd and Velzard avoid me so?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration and confusion.
Veldanava smiled gently, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, they're just shy," he replied, his tone light and teasing. "You must remember, my dear brother, that you can be quite intimidating to those who do not understand you."
But Veldaruin sensed that there was more to their fear than mere shyness. He watched as Velgrind and Velzard darted away whenever he drew near, their eyes wide with trepidation. Despite Veldanava's assurances, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeper at play.
As the ages passed, Veldaruin observed his siblings from afar, his heart heavy with a sense of longing and longing. He yearned to forge a connection with them, to bridge the divide that separated them, but he knew that it would not be easy.
Meanwhile, Velgrind and Velzard continued to grow under the watchful gaze of their elder brother, Veldanava. Despite their fear of Veldaruin, they found solace in their bond with each other, drawing strength from their shared experiences and adventures.
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Gates punctuated the boundaries between these realms, allowing passage to and from the Elemental and Daemon Realms. The cardinal world, a masterpiece of creation, served as the linchpin connecting the countless worlds of the universe, a hub where the threads of fate converged and diverged.
As the realms took shape, beings emerged from the elemental and Daemon realms, each embodying the essence of their domain. From the Elemental Realm, spirits arose, ethereal beings of pure energy and elemental force. Among them, one spirit rose above the rest, ascending to the throne as the queen of the Elemental Realm, her essence woven from the very fabric of creation.
In contrast, the Daemon Realm birthed creatures of darkness and chaos, beings that mirrored the spirits of the Elemental Realm but in an opposite and twisted form. Here, the first daemons emerged, their forms wreathed in shadows and their hearts consumed by malice. Among them stood a Daemon of crimson who was summoned to the world by a wizard of a nation that rose within that time through a dark ritual, fueled by the sacrifice of a hundred thousand souls. Then, Betraying his summoner with a ferocity born of newfound freedom, then hearing word of Veldanava, which spread across the realms, he was Intrigued by the prospect of a worthy adversary, Guy challenged Veldanava to a duel, eager to test his strength against the might of the true dragon.
Their duel was swift and decisive, with Veldanava emerging victorious in a single, devastating blow. Recognizing the futility of their conflict, Veldanava proposed a truce, enlisting the Daemon as a mediator to prevent humanity from destroying themselves.
The Daemon, enamored by the resilience and ingenuity of humans, agreed to the proposal, adopting the title of Demon Lord to distract the beings of the Cardinal world from their own conflicts. Over the centuries, he became a formidable opponent to any who dared challenge him, his name striking fear into the hearts of mortals.
After that, Inspired by the beauty and complexity of the worlds he had forged, Veldanava set about crafting a realm he called Heaven, a place of boundless possibility and infinite potential.
Veldaruin, with the memories of the destruction he had wrought, felt a pang of guilt at the sight of his brother's creations. But Veldanava, ever the optimist, reassured him that their past mistakes did not define their future. He believed in redemption and growth, both for themselves and for the beings they had created.
In Heaven, Veldanava established a system he called the Chance of Possibilities, a mechanism through which the beings of the cardinal world could evolve and grow stronger. It was a testament to his belief in the inherent potential of all life, a way for his creations to transcend their limitations and reach new heights of power and enlightenment.
As part of this system, Veldanava created angels, celestial beings who would serve as his subordinates and guardians of the cardinal world.
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And Among the beings in these myriad of worlds were humans, creatures of intellect and emotion who captured Veldanava's heart like no other. He marveled at their capacity for love, creativity, and ambition, finding solace in their company amidst the vastness of the multiverse. To which Vedaruin could not understand, yet tried his best to know.
With the Humans capacity for emotion came the potential for conflict, and Veldanava soon realized that war was inevitable among his creations. Despite his desire for peace, he understood that it was a necessary evil for their growth and evolution.
In an effort to maintain balance, Veldanava appointed angels and daemons as managers of the human realm, guiding and protecting humanity while ensuring the flow of souls across all dimensions. Yet, he also knew that true peace could only come from within, refusing to suppress the free will and emotions of his creations.
As Veldanava immersed himself in the affairs of Heaven and the cardinal world, Veldaruin felt the familiar stirrings of his nature begin to resurface. The urge to destroy, to unravel the fabric of creation, grew stronger with each passing day.
Concerned for his brother's well-being, Veldaruin approached Veldanava to discuss his dilemma. With wisdom born of eons of existence, Veldanava advised him to slumber for five millennia, allowing time for his destructive urges to be curbed by the passage of time.
Reluctantly, Veldaruin agreed, retreating to the void from whence they had first emerged, leaving an avatar to watch over Veldanava and the cardinal world in his absence. For three thousand years, he lay in slumber, his essence drifting in the timeless expanse of the void.
Meanwhile, in the cardinal world, kingdoms rose and fell, civilizations flourished and crumbled. And then, from the eyes of his avatar, Veldaruin witnessed something unexpected – his brother, Veldanava, falling in love.
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, a party of heroes approached the grand citadel of Veldanava, the Creator himself. Among them stood Rudra Nam Ul Nasca, a race of high humans and the prince of the kingdom from the east, his eyes alight with determination and a thirst for challenge.
Veldanava, amused by the audacity of the young hero, humored his request for a challenge. With a wave of his hand, he summoned forth trials and obstacles that tested the limits of Rudra and his companions. Yet, despite the daunting challenges before them, Rudra and his party pressed on, their resolve unwavering.
As the trials unfolded, Veldanava revealed himself to the heroes, which left Rudra awestruck by the revelation.
Recognizing Rudra's potential, Veldanava took him under his tutelage, training him to become a Chosen Hero capable of rivaling even the Crimson Daemon, the fearsome demon lord. Over the years of rigorous training, Rudra honed his skills and unlocked the Unique Skill Chosen One, a testament to his unwavering determination and potential. He also attained the Ultimate Skill Uriel, bestowed upon him by Veldanava himself.
Blessed by the Elementals and their Queen, Rudra awakened as a True Hero, ready to face any challenge that lay before him. Before his first confrontation with Crimson, Veldanava approached him with a proposition – to trade Ultimate Skills. Rudra accepted the offer, receiving the formidable skill Michael in exchange for Uriel, a skill better suited to his dream of unifying the world.
With his newfound power and resolve, Rudra embarked on an expedition to the Ice Continent, accompanied by Lucia and the woman he had fallen in love with, their Little sister, Velgrynd. He was still vexed by the fact that a mortal had managed to gain Velgrynd's affection when it took him eons just to be able to converse properly with her….
Upon reaching the Frost Palace, Rudra had cast aside any pretenses of honor, demanding that the Crimson daemon just surrender all valuables.
Their duel was fierce and relentless, each blow reverberating with the clash of titans. Despite Rudra's formidable skills and the support of his companions, the Daemon's cunning and adaptability proved to be formidable adversaries. Even the power of Michael was not enough to secure victory, as Rudra struggled to master its immense power.
In the aftermath of their duel, Rudra and Guy frequently clashed in rematches, each striving for victory but never achieving a decisive outcome. Meanwhile, back at home, Lucia and Veldanava's romance blossomed, resulting in the birth of Veldaruin's niece, Milim. It was also this time that Veldanava changed his name to Velda Nava.
Veldaruin, seeing his adorable little Niece, began to spoil her whenever he had the chance.
The birth of Milim was both a celebration and a misfortune. Velda Nava, having conceived Milim with a mortal, lost half his remaining powers, which Their offspring had inherited.
So, with that event, Velda Nava had made it a rule for the true dragons to never have an offspring with another. Not that Veldaruin would anyway…or could for that matter, being that his avatar doesn't have the ability to conceive. But that doesn't stop him from fooling around, much to His brother's and Sister in law's disapproval.
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With his mortal lifespan and a desire for peace for his family, Rudra sought to unite the world under his banner. To achieve this, he proposed a change in the nature of their conflict with the Crimson Daemon, who he then gave the name Guy, suggesting a proxy battle using their subordinates. The winner would claim rule over the entire world. Of course, Veldaruin was displeased when he heard it. But upon Veldanava's permission, he then let them be.
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Then it all changed as a foreign nation attacked. Both Veldanava and Lucia Nam UL Nasca, perished. for the system of the world could not abide by Veldanava's love for Lucia. According to its rules, God must love all beings equally, and Veldanava's singular affection for Lucia was deemed a violation of this principle.
The news came as a shock to Veldaruin, it was when he was currently in the Southern continent, an angel suddenly came bearing the news, while carrying the then infant Milim.
Immediately rushing back with the help of the angel and cradling the baby, he arrived at the scene of Velda Navas' dead body beside his wife.
Veldaruin grieved, saddened by the death of his brother and sister in law. For a while, he knelt there, his eyes blank, tears trekking down his face as he gazed at the bodies, while an angel stood behind, holding Milim.
It was then that he felt a presence. A presence of another dragon, its scent familiar yet new. His eyes widened as a little dragon came trotting down towards him, sensing the familiar soul within. He laughed, picking up the dragon and holding it to his eye level, he spoke in relief and glee.
" You piece of the void, for a minute I thought you dead."
The Dragon then licked his face with his tongue, appearing to be glad at seeing his brother once again.
The spirit queen then arrived and took Velda Navas body to be sealed. should his brother decide to return to it once more.
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As decades passed, Milim blossomed into a young girl with the appearance of a human child of around ten years old, her vibrant energy and curious spirit lighting up the world around her. Beside her stood the once small dragon, now towering several feet tall, a testament to the passage of time and the bonds that had grown between them.
Together, they stood beside a grand bed, crafted from the finest silk and aged wood, a symbol of luxury and comfort amidst the swirling chaos of their world. Upon the bed lay Veldaruin, his avatar to be exact, his form now aged and frail, his once majestic presence diminished by the passage of time.
With a tender smile upon his lips, Veldaruin reached out a hand to gently caress Milim's cheek, his touch a fleeting reminder of the bond they shared. With his dying breath, he spoke words of comfort and reassurance, his voice a whisper in the stillness of the room.
"Do not worry, my dear. We will meet again," he said, his words a promise of reunion and renewal. And then, with a final sigh, his hand fell away, his world fading into darkness as his Avatar departed from this world.
As Milim's tears fell like rain upon his still form, Veldaruin's avatar ceased to breathe, his presence fading into the ether.
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In the vast expanse of the void, where time itself seemed to stand still, Veldaruin lay in slumber, his form shrouded in the ethereal mists that drifted through the emptiness. With each passing moment, time and space stretched out before him like an endless sea, their currents carrying him ever closer to the promised return.
Wrapped in the embrace of timeless sleep, Veldaruin awaited the passage of millennia, his consciousness adrift in the boundless expanse of the void. In the silence of his dreams, he found solace, his spirit at peace amidst the cosmic tapestry of Veldanavas' creation that surrounded him.
As the ages unfolded and the stars danced in their eternal ballet, Veldaruin slumbered in his self imposed seal, his presence a quiet strength in the darkness. And though the world beyond may have forgotten his name, his essence endured, a timeless reminder of the power that lay dormant within the heart of the void.
Awakening from his slumber, Veldaruin found himself in the world of Unlimited Blades, a realm where the boundaries of reality were but a distant memory. As he gazed upon the towering screen before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the surreal spectacle unfolding upon its surface.
Seated upon a plush sofa nearby, a figure clad in crimson robes lounged casually, munching on popcorn as they watched the events unfolding on the screen with keen interest. It was the Red Archer, the creator of this world, then beside him was Aesir, the high elf, eating his own popcorn.
As he observed the scene before him, Veldaruin couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia stirring within him. It had been centuries since he had walked among the living, since he had felt the warmth of mortal flesh beneath his claws. Yet now, as he stood in this surreal realm, surrounded by fellow iterations from across time and space, the memories of his past began to flood back to him.
With a contemplative sigh, Veldaruin found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting back to the distant echoes of his own history. Though the passage of time had dulled the sharp edges of his memories, the essence of who he once was remained etched within his soul, a testament to the enduring power of the past.
As Veldaruin pondered his past, unaware of the unfolding events in the cardinal world beyond, a storm of chaos and destruction was brewing. Unbeknownst to him, Milim, his beloved niece, had awakened as a True Demon Lord, her rage fueled by the death of her pet dragon at the hands of a ruthless nation.
In her fury, Milim unleashed her unholy wrath upon the land, laying waste to everything in her path with reckless abandon. Her mind consumed by darkness, she became a force of pure destruction, a harbinger of doom for all who dared to stand in her way.
As the carnage spread like wildfire, Guy Crimson, the legendary Demon Lord, was forced to intervene, his once peaceful domain transformed into a battleground of epic proportions. For seven long days and seven sleepless nights, the two titans clashed, their powers shaking the very foundations of the earth.
In the aftermath of their cataclysmic battle, Milim's consciousness began to stir, her fury tempered by the gentle touch of Ramiris, the spirit queen and the ruler of the Elementals. With her guidance, Milim's rampage was brought to an end, her sanity restored amidst the wreckage of her destruction.
Yet, even as the dust settled and the scars of battle began to fade, a new era dawned upon the world. Ramiris, having absorbed the dark energies of the Daemons and the fierce aura of the Dragons, underwent a transformation of her own, becoming a corrupted Elemental in the process.
Together, the three beings stood as the first Demon Lords, each with their own unique goals and ambitions. One sought the Ultimate Skill, while another embraced a life of freedom and indulgence. The third, took on the mantle of judgment for the world.
finally! finished writing Veldaruins' back story. and introduced another character while I'm at it. I might start writing Tensura chapter two to three chapters later.
Guest: ...(; • _ •) Shirou from Arifureta didn't meet Illya yet, heck, he didn't even know Kiritsugu was a Magus, And by proxy, didn't inherit his ideals of being a hero of justice. I've written it in the earlier chapters though? or did I forget it somehow?