Fate of thy Soul
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. This is a work of fiction made by two different companies. Type-Moon and Atlus.
I only have one note for now. I interpret Personae literally. E.G: The compendium described King Frost having the ability to freeze the World over. Power scaling wise, King Frost is a low level Persona.
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Minato had no idea what he was supposed to do. The urge to stand up and go outside was strong. Extremely strong.
But then again, the sounds of crashing and thrashing right outside made him want to rethink running out there and telling whoever was making all that noise to keep it down.
CRASH!
Another crash and he felt the ground shake. The multitude of items on the table right next to his bed shaking and falling onto the floor. He breathed deep sigh, before he pushed the blanket off of himself and swung his legs to the side.
Placing both feet firmly on the ground, he leaned down on the floor, reaching for the item that fell on the floor, its cold and smooth texture akin to teddy bear on his hands. Comforting him and giving him strength.
He hid it in his trousers, making sure that no one would see it, wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea now right?
The ground shook again, but there weren't any more loud crashes. He didn't mind, the less sound they made the better.
What he did mind however, was that they were getting in the way of his sleeping.
He stood up, and made for the door, making sure to grab a jacket before going out. He took out the previous item he hid in his trousers, before he pocketed it inside his jacket. He quickly slid on slippers, before he made his way out of his apartment.
The moment he stepped out of his apartment however, he was met with a most curious sight.
He leaned on the railing, watching carefully the events unfolding right down on the street.
Multiple pieces of concrete were upturned from the ground. Some pieces of the street were missing as well. Multiple cracks and crevices painted the once clean street he had been living next to for the past two months.
Some street lamps had fallen as well, sparks emitting from where they had fallen from. Glass from the broken bulbs littered the street as well. Cars were upturned; some were even crushed to the point of being irreparable.
All in all, the once peaceful street now looked like something akin to a war zone. Where bombs would explode and destroy buildings. Where bullets would scar their once unblemished walls.
A howl made him turn his head.
His attention switched from the broken and battered street to a giant howling.
'That's one big guy.' Was the first thought that was present in his mind. And needless to say, it was accurate.
The man, if he could even call it that, was over eight feet tall, close to being nine feet tall actually. His gray skin and long oily black hair seemed to give it a look of absolute malice, this coupled with the fact that it was giving off a rather terrifying scowl made it look like something from horror movies.
Multiple scars were etched onto its gray skin, making it look even more ferocious. It was wearing something akin to a broken skirt on its bottom half, there were no shoes as well, but there were even more scars on its legs.
But what really drew his attention to it wasn't its appearance, nor was it because of its incessant shouting that seemed to be more animalistic than human.
No, what drew his attention to it was the stone sword it was holding on its right hand. Its serrated blade seemed more stone-like then steel. Its cracked exterior was making it look like a blade forged in war.
And for some reason, he knew he couldn't refute that statement.
It roared once more, shattering glass this time. He felt the air around him be blown away.
However, he wasn't scared, no. Not in the least.
He took a deep sigh before he walked towards the stairwell that connected his apartment to the street.
As he was carefully strolling along, he felt more shockwaves pass him over the head. He felt the ground keep shaking; he felt the air around him get colder.
But he wasn't scared.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he took a step out into the street, and was met with another curious sight.
Before he could really take in the sight however, he had to clutch his head. As an overwhelming pain seemed to sunder him.
He felt something calling out from his soul, reacting to the very being in front of him.
He pushed down the feeling, they weren't in control. He was the one in control.
He returned his glance up to the figure that was just in front of him.
He again, didn't get to see it clearly, as the figure disappeared in a flash. Its figure blurring in a spectacular burst of speed.
So fast was it, that the very ground it had been on, the ground it had used to kick it into that absurd speed. That piece of ground it had been standing on, exploded backwards, as if it had been in a typhoon.
He heard a clang of metal, before he heard the familiar sound of a sword hitting flesh.
He turned his head, watching as the figure he had just seen get slashed by the monster of a man. Blood flew from the blue-clad figure, before it was promptly punched by the same monstrous man.
The figure flew back, heading straight for him. He steadied himself, before he caught the figure, skidding across the ground.
That was some punch, he had skid thirteen feet backwards.
"Saber!" A voice shouted from behind him.
He looked behind him, only to be met face to face with Shirou Emiya. His classmate in school.
"A-Arisato-san?!" He shouted, confusion and panic evident in his voice.
He only nodded to him.
The figure in his arms seemed to struggle, her body convulsing as she tried to remove herself from his arms.
"Saber!" Shirou shouted, his voice once again in panic. The girl in his arms – Saber was it? – pushed herself off. Before she took a sword stance.
He had to raise an eyebrow. She wasn't holding a-
And then he saw the slight gleam. It was there, with blood dripping from the woman in front of him. The sword was there. Seemingly gleaming from the light. Whether this be because it was covered slightly in blood, or because it was a Holy sword. He didn't know.
The woman cringed, before her body gave out. To his amazement, the woman was strong enough to stab the sword through the ground and prop herself up on it.
"Saber! That's enough! We'll retreat for now! You don't have to push yourself!" Shirou shouted, and he could only shake his head.
The woman glared at Shirou, her face contorting from annoyed to anger in just the span of a few milliseconds.
"A knight must protect her Master! She had made it clear that she will kill you! I must prevent that!" Saber shouted.
Minato could only watch as her beautiful face shone with anger, the moonlight reflecting against her fair skin. The air around her was something akin to royalty. With her body propped onto the Holy Sword, she was the textbook description of a knight protecting her master.
Shirou grit his teeth in annoyance. But before he could retort, another voice shouted. A new voice, that of a girl's.
"Leave her be Emiya. It is a Servants job to die for her master. Not the other way around." Minato inclined his head once more, only to see another familiar face. And although he didn't know her personally, the red long sleeved shirt and dark brown hair tied to two pig tails was a dead giveaway to her identity.
"Good evening Tohsaka-san." He greeted. She turned her head in surprise at the new voice. Not expecting him in the least.
How rude, he was standing right next to Shirou and Saber the whole time.
"Arisato?" She asked, her voice filled with surprise and confusion. He again nodded.
But before she could question him further, another voice echoed. This one sounding younger, though it held an undercurrent of annoyance in it.
"Onii-chaaaan! Don't ignore me! You might just die if you do!" A childish voice warned.
And then it was there. Its black body had moved at unexplainable speeds, its sword raised upwards, ready to smite them, smite her. The regal knight that was injured.
He didn't think, he only acted.
He pushed her away as the sword swung down, taking her place as he waited for the strike to arrive.
He closed his eyes, ready to take the blow wholeheartedly.
He called, and it answered.
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The shockwave sent her flying back; it was only a testament of how powerful the being she was facing was.
Dust flew past her. Dust mixed with gravel and concrete. Slabs of concrete were flying overhead, passing just past her vision.
Finally, after a few seconds of flying airborne. She landed on the ground, rolling along it.
She managed to stop herself just a few inches from the edge of the hill, before she stood up and took a ready stance.
She waited, waited for the dust to clear. So that she could get a clear shot.
She focused, readying her blade, her Holy blade. The air around her swirled into her blade, shining brightly with power.
She calmed her breathing, ignoring the pain she was feeling. Before she refocused towards the dust cloud. Ready to strike.
Losing that bystander was saddening, but she needed to beat Berserker first and foremost. To avenge him, and to protect her master.
She knew her master was fine, it wasn't directed at him after all, worst case scenario he would have had broken bones.
She refocused once more as she felt the air grow heavier. She readied herself, ready to jump in and strike down Berserker.
It was to her surprise however, to see the dust that was beginning to clear away, start swirling in a vortex.
She took a step back as she watched the dust turn into a tornado, sucking in slabs of broken concrete as well as broken cars.
Multiple items entered the tornado, but only one thing flew out of it.
She couldn't manage to hide her surprise as she watched the gargantuan Berserker fly and crash into a wall. Demolishing it and making it topple over itself.
She felt the tornado start dying, and she switched her attention to it. And it was again, to her utmost surprise, to see the same boy standing there, his head inclined as if he were bored, uninjured.
And again, the boy surprised her at what he did next.
He seemingly disappeared from view, only to reappear right in front of the wall Berserker had landed on.
It wasn't speed, no if it was, she would have detected him.
It was casual teleportation from her perspective.
The boy held out his palm, before a sudden gust of wind swept past her. It wasn't just a casual wind however; it was gale force winds brushing past her.
The air seemed to take a physical form as they accumulated around the boy, swirling around him and giving him an air of power.
She took another step back as the air stopped. Silence descended around the area, silence that seemed to demand them all to watch. Demand them all to bow down, to make them his subjects. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of the boy; with his back turned and his hand outstretched.
Berserker finally recovered, steadily standing up, multiple pieces of the wall falling down next to him. Berserker stood full height, towering over the lithe form of the blue haired boy.
She waited with baited breath for what he was about to do and what he did next was shocking to say the least.
The boy retracted his hand, before he reached for something inside his jacket pocket. And before long, he pulled out a gun.
She raised an eyebrow at what he did, surely he didn't think he could kill Heracles with a gun?
And again, the boy surprised her, as he didn't point the gun to where his enemy was, instead, he pointed the gun towards himself.
"Wait! What are you doing?! Arisato-san!" She heard her master shout in a panic. But she didn't tear her eyes away from the sight, she felt power. Absolute power radiating off the boy, neigh, radiating off the man before the form of the mighty Heracles.
She heard the enemy master laughing, but she didn't take heed. She only watched as the man stared up at Heracles. He didn't flinch away as mighty hero stared down at him, nor did he run. He only stared back.
Finally, after a few tense seconds. The man finally spoke. Uttering only one word.
"Persona."
And it was only then, was she truly humbled by a display of sheer power.
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He felt power rush outwards into the World. He felt it reach out and try to manifest. He allowed it free reign.
Tell Me
He sighed, he disliked talking to it.
Tell me your desire
He really didn't to talk to him, but he had naught a choice.
What do you wish to do? Your craving. Your desire
He didn't have one, nor did he care to have one.
Strength is yours, yet you hardly use it. The World is ripe for your taking, yet you do not seize the opportunity
Why should he? It wasn't his World to begin with.
Hardly a valid reason. What you want, you take. That is my law, my race's law
But that was just it wasn't it? He isn't part of its race. Nor did he want to be.
All this power, wasted on you. You have the power to bring the entire World on its knees. Why do you hesitate? I will lend you my power, but do not call on me again anytime soon. My brothers will be more than enough
He didn't care. If it got the job done, that was enough for him.
He felt a surge of power, he felt his soul pull. He felt it tighten. He felt it loosen. He felt it.
This man killed my brethren, he will feel pain
He felt it emerge, he felt it take shape. Its wings dark feathered wings appearing. Those words weren't meant for him, but for the grotesque man in front of him.
Heracles. Son of Zeus. Slayer of my brethren
Its wings spread, showing its once hidden feathered body. It let out a loud squawk! Its beak opening and closing in a show of ire for the very being in front of him.
My Feathers aren't arrows, but swords. My claws aren't metal, but diamonds
It flapped its wings, clearing the dust around him and the monstrous man in front of him. He didn't open his eyes. He knew who would win, after all, Heracles was only a demi-god.
We will settle this
It flapped again, this time sending feathers flying off its wings. The feathers launched themselves at the giant, embedding themselves into its skin. Stray feathers also littered the street and walls around the beast.
Raise your sword one more time
With a fearsome road, the Earth shook, the wind cried, and the heaven's parted. The pale moonlight shining onto both combatants. One apathetic and looking rather bored. The other, the polar opposite. Scowling evilly as it raised its sword and roared. Shaking the ground and the air.
I will show you why I am the God of the Wind
I will show you my power
I will show you my anger
I will show you that you are only dust in the wind
I will avenge my brethren
Minato stared up at the Greek hero. Nonplussed as he stared into its eyes. He closed his own, before he sighed.
Raise your sword Heracles. And fight Pazuzu The God of the Wind. I will show you how pitiful you are compared to my race
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That last bit was inspired from The Crimson Lord. I tried to write like he did, but with my own style of writing applied to it.
Well, looks like this was finished first. So I'll post it now.
Oh, and for those that don't know who I am. The name's C.O.Y.L. Charmed, I'm sure. ;D
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I won't try that again, I'm sorry.
Anyway. As I promised to my readers, I've written this story. And though this chapter is rather short. It is only an introductory chapter.
For those that have questions. Minato is neither a Master nor a Servant. Rather a guy who got annoyed hearing people fighting as he's trying to sleep.
About Minato being powerful. Minato definitely is powerful, but he isn't all powerful. He can still lose. Given the right circumstances. As to why I didn't make him a master or a servant? Because I didn't want to disrupt the delicate balance of the fifth grail war. Minato will be more or less a wild card here.
And again. I must emphasize, the compendium wrote that King Frost is able to freeze the World over. Can you people imagine what his most powerful Personae will do?
Anyway, this is it for this chapter. Short and concise with a cliffhanger at the end. I hope you guys enjoyed. Drop a review. If you guys liked it, tell me. If you had problems with it, tell me constructively. If you guys just want to troll me. It will backfire on you. I feed on trolls.
C.O.Y.L out, peace!