Outsider Chronicles: Knight of Summer
When I was reborn as a character from a series I hardly knew anything about, I thought I was doomed. Then I met a Devil dressed as a Magical Girl shortly after my Mother died. Welp...this is going to be...interesting?
Fair warning, I haven't actually read any of the Magnus Chase books, so I'm actually ignoring 99.99% of them. The ONLY things surviving the change are Magnus' name, his relation to Annabeth and the fact he'll eventually wield Sumarbrander...which is now a Demon Sword on par with Caliburn and isn't sentent. Hell, I'm even ageing him up slightly. I might take a few of the Gods as seen in MC where they don't exist in DXD...which is all of them minus Loki and Odin now that I think about it. So yeah, warning given, lets get started. Enjoy!
I Meet a Girl in Cosplay
You know, I'd spent a lot of time in my last life writing stories about people getting reincarnated into other worlds, but I never once imagined that I'd be one of them. Hell, most of them even start like this, likely accompanied by a comment about being completely fucked. Unfortunately, they all have the benefit of actually having some idea of what was coming. I...didn't.
True, the world I'd been reborn into was one that I was somewhat familiar with, that being the PJO world, but I had only ever read the Percy Jackson and Kane Chronicles books, not the Magnus Chase ones, which is why when I realized I'd been reborn as Magnus himself, I ended up nearly spewing enough verbal filth to make an entire docks worth of sailors blush. Considering I was six at the time, that might have raised some eyebrows.
Anyway, other than that, I quickly adapted to the knowledge that, unlike most of my creations in my last life, I wouldn't be forewarned about upcoming shit hitting the fan and instead decided to make the most of what time I had. From what I knew, I had about eight years before I had to worry about anything nasty trying to kill me, so I managed to convince my Mother to enroll me in some self defence classes and a fencing club, which I quickly proved to be rather good at. Not sure if that was due to being a Demigod or just a bit of natural talent, but I certainly wasn't going to complain.
Then it happened. What is it you ask? Well, it is the fact that when I was 14, I managed to convince my Mother to let me go to a convention that was going on in town (yep, still just as much of a geek as I used to be) and met someone...interesting.
At first glance, and indeed, even to me, she didn't look any different from any other overly excited young cosplayer having fun and enjoying the attention that having an amazing costume bought. The fact she was also extremely attractive and didn't seem to be wearing a bra probably helped that. What? I'd started puberty and even before that, I could still appreciate 'ahem' beauty.
Her cosplay was so good, I actually managed to overcome the crippling shyness that (annoyingly) had come over from my last life to get a photo with her, which she happily agreed to. Very happily.
"Thanks for that," I said.
"No problem kiddo," she said, waving off my thanks with her staff, "Your costumes pretty cool to."
I blushed and looked down. It...wasn't really that impressive, but I'd managed to put together a passable costume based on the main character from a Manga that didn't exist in my old world called Run For Helheim, which was based on Norse Mythology with a son of Fray as the main character. I found it more than a little amusing, although I think Mum was less enthused if the look on her face when I told her where the costume was from was anything to go by.
"Thanks," I said as I glanced at the clock on the wall, "Oh crap, I gotta go. Thanks again for the picture!"
The girl just smiled and waved as I started heading in the direction of the event halls doors. The convention was only a block away from my apartment, which was the main reason Mom let me go alone, but she'd still told me to be back before three and I wasn't about to be late and risk not being allowed to do something like this again.
It didn't take me long to jog home and the fact I was in excellent shape meant that I wasn't even remotely out of breath, even after running up to my apartment on the fifth floor.
"I'm home!" I called as I opened the front door.
No answer. I frowned as I took off my shoes and coat and walked down the hall into the living room.
"Mom? You here?" I called.
Splash.
I cursed as I stepped in something wet and stopped, leaning against the wall to shake out my now damp foot.
"Did you spill something?" I called as I took off my sock and held it up for a closer look…
Only to freeze when I saw the crimson liquid that was staining it. I swallowed and looked down. Sure enough, the formally cream carpet was stained red by the liquid seeping under the closed door and, now that I was paying full attention, I could pick up a definite tang of iron on the air. I swallowed and slowly reached for the door, not really wanting to know what was on the other side, but unable to do anything but push on.
The door opened, revealing a bloodbath on the other side. The living room was completely destroyed and soaked in blood, the source of which was laying in the middle of the room with two massive wolves stood over her.
"MOM!"
The wolves immediately turned and fixed me with two sets of burning eyes. I gulped as the massive mutts turned away from my Mothers mangled corpse and started stalking towards me. I tried to move, to run, but my feet were glued to the floor from fear. I knew this was coming of course, it was one of the few things about Magnus Chase that actually remembered, but I utterly underestimate my ability to handle it. The wolves themselves were bad enough, but seeing my Mothers torn apart body like that…
A moment later, my panic was cut through by pure instinct as one of the wolves lunged. I reacted without thinking, ducking around the colossal canine...and right into the other one as it swiped at me with its paw. I let out a strangled wheeze as the wind was blasted out of me and the beasts claws shredded my top and stomach, sending me flying across the room. I hit the ground and rolled to a stop, groaning in pain as I curled up around the bleeding gashes in my stomach. They were deep, not enough to be fatal anytime soon, but enough that I wouldn't be going anywhere and I certainly wouldn't be fighting, even if I had something to fight with.
I couldn't help the strangled laugh that escaped my throat. I'd prepared for this, hoping to be able to avert it, only to find that the attack had happened while I was away and that I'd vastly underestimated just how dangerous Fenris' mutts would be. Now I was about to get turned into doggy chow and there was nothing I could do about it.
I shifted as I heard the wolves slowly padding towards me and opened my eyes, only to find myself staring down at my Mothers lifeless face. I froze in shock as the look of fear and pain etched onto her face burnt itself into my mind. It looked so alien on her normally bright and smiling face that for a moment I completely forgot about the fact that I was about to go the same way.
Then, the sound of heavy paws approaching reminded me, but instead of fear, the emotion I felt now was rage. Rage at the sheer pointlessness of the death, at Loki and Fenrir for being responsible, at myself for being so weak and powerless to help, at the world in general for being so fucked up as to allow something like this to happen. In that moment, I would have happily set of Ragnarok, just to see the world burn, but since that wasn't possible, I took my rage, shoved it deep into me to power whatever powers I had access to and flung it at the wolves with a scream.
I wasn't expecting the floor to glow for a brief moment before disappearing under a forest of glowing blades, skewering both wolves in multiple places and causing both of them to explode into clouds of dust. A moment later, the blades shattered and vanished, leaving me gaping in shock, my rage banished by sheer confusing.
"What the fuck?" I muttered, "What was...urg."
I tried to get up, but the cuts in my stomach decided to remind me that they were there and I collapsed again, landing face-first in the pool of blood surrounding my Mothers corpse. Apparently, the cuts were worse than I thought, or the act of summoning those blades had taken more out of me than I thought, because I suddenly couldn't move. I struggled to get up so I could call an ambulance, but my limbs were unresponsive. My last thought before I lost consciousness was 'I don't want to die…'
My eyes snapped open. It took a moment for me to figure out what was wrong with that, before I remembered what had happened in my apartment. I closed my eyes again and sighed.
"Welp, guess I become an Einherjar early," I muttered, "Joy of joys."
I sighed again, before opening my eyes and sitting up. The moment I did, I realized that something was...off. Again, while I hadn't read the Magnus Chase books, I'm pretty damn sure that he didn't wake up after dying in an opulent bedroom covered in Magical Girl paraphernalia, including a massive poster of two girls in matching outfits, one pink and the other blue, hugging and smiling at the camera. I blinked and took a second look. It wasn't a poster, it was a photograph and I'm pretty sure that the girl in blue looked like she'd rather be anywhere else judging from how brittle her smile was. Not only that, but both girls looked somewhat familiar…
"Hmmm, come back plushy…" mumbled a voice from beside me as an arm came from nowhere to drag me back down.
I barely had time to react, before my face was pressed into a pair of very large, very soft and very naked breasts. Now, at any other time, that would be the highlight of my year, but considering that I had no idea where I was, who I was with or how the fuck I'd got there, I reacted rather differently.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed, yanking myself out of the womans grip and leaping across the room.
In one jump. How the fuck did I do that? More to the point, where did this sword in my hand come from? I blinked, before I realized that, yes, I apparently had pulled a sword out of thin air. The realization made me drop the weapon, which immediately shattered into a million pieces and vanished. The fuck? Since when could a child of Frey do something like that?!
"Huh? Wha's goinnon?"
I looked up at the sound of the voice and my jaw dropped as the girl I'd been sharing the bed with sat up and stretched. I will freely admit that my attention was rather...distracted by the movement, although it did make me realize that I was naked as well. What the fuck had happened last night?!
The woman finished her yawn and looked around bleerally, scratching her head as she did, before her gaze fell on me and she smiled.
"Oh good, your awake!" she chirped, perking up in an instant, "Thats good. I was starting to worry that I hadn't got to you in time!"
She hopped out of bed and I immediately blushed brightly as it revealed that she was completely naked. I quickly turned away to hide my erection and nosebleed, but that didn't change the fact that her body had been burnt into my memory forever.
"Fufufu, my my, aren't you quite the gentleman?" said the woman, "I don't mind if you look you know."
I gulped and desperately forced down the urge to turn around.
"I-I'd rather not thanks," I said, inwardly cursing my chivalrous nature.
"Eh, suit yourself," said the woman.
There was a brief flash of light.
"You can look now," she said.
Without thinking, I turned around to see that she was now wearing a very familiar pink shirt and skirt combo and her hair was in pigtails.
"Wha...hey, its you!" I said, "From the Convention!"
The woman grinned and spun her staff around her fingers.
"Yep, thats me," she said.
I started at her for a moment, trying desperately to figure out how in the fuck I'd gone from passing out and likely dying in a pool of my own blood to waking up in the bed of a hot young woman I'd talked to for about five minutes about Anime.
"Who are you?" I asked.
The girl stopped spinning her staff and smiled. I gulped. It wasn't a smile I expected to come out of her. Then, I went rigid, my eyes going wide as a pair of bat-like wings shot out of her back.
"My name is Serafall Leviathan, one of the Four Great Satans of the Underworld," she said, "And you, Magnus Chase, holder of the Blade Blacksmith and Son of Frey, are now my adorable little Servant."
Welp...this is rather different than I was expecting!
And done. This is a lot shorter than my more recent works, but this is a good place to stop and I kinda want to get something out before christmas and since the latest chapter of Devils Advocate is fighting me tooth and nail, I figured I might as well give this a try.
Remember, you can basically bin anything from Magnus Chase since, well, its not like Surt will be able to off him that easily after two years of being Serafalls Knight.
On the other hand, PJO and KC are mostly untouched since hardly any of the Gods from them actually appear in DXD and I plan to switch Hades' role in DXD to another personification of Death.
Oh, and one more change, Magnus is actually older than Annabeth in this story because, again, bin everything you know about the story.
Anyway, I need to go since I've gotta get up tomorrow and need some sleep. Until next time, I hope you all have a wonderful christmas and, if I don't get something else up before then, a Happy New Year! Oh, and leave me some reviews while your at it.