Awakened Being

Now I know what you're all thinking, 'Dammit, he's already working on two stories, now he's cranking out a third!?'

Well, I was watching some anime with my dad, and this idea struck me like lightning…what if Percy…became an ABYSSAL ONE!?

Realizing I would lose steam on this idea if I didn't capitalize, I cranked out this chapter ASAP.

I really hope you all enjoy it, because things are going to get crazy!

Disclaimer: Claymore and all of its characters belong to Norihiro Yagi, and Percy Jackson and all of its characters belong to Rick Riordan.

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Percy Jackson and his best friend, Annabeth Chase, were doing battle with the Titan Lord, Kronos…who was currently possessing the body of Luke Castellan, the Son of Hermes.

Through heartfelt words, the demigod duo were slowly cracking down Kronos, Luke's consciousness surfacing periodically, waring for control over his body with Titan of Time.

Eventually, Percy and Luke gained the upper hand against Kronos, the Son of Poseidon knocking the Titan's sword into the fires of the Hearth and the Son of Hermes gaining control over his body once more.

After realizing what the Great Prophecy meant, Percy gave Luke the Cursed Blade…Annabeth's knife. With it, Luke unlatched his armor, exposing his Achilles' heel. He promptly stabbed himself, ending the Second Titanomachy.

Unfortunately, in the nanoseconds between when Luke stabbed himself, and when Kronos fully dispersed, the Titan Lord gained enough consciousness to perform one last act of vengeance.

He hurled Perseus Jackson through time and space.

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Percy POV

One second I was staring into the glowing eyes of Kronos/Luke…then I flying through what looked like hyperspace from Star Wars.

All round me was just a blur of blues, blacks, and whites. And did I mention it was freezing? Now, I lived in New York, it got pretty cold here in the winter, but this was an unnatural cold…like it was literally penetrating my body.

BZZZZT

I howled in pain as an arc of electricity struck my body. Then something felt…strange. I looked at my hands. Oh Gods they were smaller.

BZZZZT

Another bolt struck me. My body got smaller again. What the Hades was happening!? Wait…who was Hades?

BZZZZT

Lightning struck once more. How was I still alive? Everything Annabeth told me about lightning…who was Annabeth? That was such a pretty name.

BZZZZT

I screamed, my bones lighting up like a Christmas tree. That hurts! Where was Mommy? I want to go home!

A bright light appeared behind me and I turned to look at it. It was so bright, it was like, like, the sun! Yeah…that's what it's called…the sun.

The light got brighter and brighter and even more brighter…then I fell into it.

What was my name again?

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The Organization's senior members stared at the child in shock.

They were currently having a meeting, discussing who the best candidates were for the flesh of the Yoma, when a flash of light blinded them all. After the flash, a young boy of about eight years was lying naked on the floor of their council chambers.

The boy had healthy tanned skin and hair the same color as their cloaks, and was currently sleeping.

The funny thing is, the boy had a faint, sea-green aura surrounding his body.

"Rimuto," spoke the Organization's leader, "Take the boy to the rooms. We'll finish this meeting later."

A young man in his early twenties, perhaps even late teens, with slicked back silver hair and a handsome face, dressed in a simple black cloak, stood and bowed to the leader. He picked up the child bridal style and exited the chamber.

If he had any qualms about carrying a naked little boy, he did not show it. Rimuto looked down at the sleeping child, his mind already making plans.

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"Dae."

Said man looked up from whatever he was working on.

"Ahh, Rimuto. How are you, my friend?"

The man regarded Dae. A lazy, yet depraved face. His eyes were hooded and split further apart that what was normal for human beings. His body was well built, yet hidden beneath a black cloak that covered the top of his head.

"I'm well. We've had a situation come up."

"Does it have to do with the boy in your arms?"

Rimuto smirked, "He appeared in the council chamber in a flash of light, his body faintly glowing green. I believe the council will use him for our research."

Dae chuckled, "This presents us with an opportunity. A flash of light? Glowing body? This child is obviously not your average human. It's been proven that the Claymore's spliced with Yoma flesh don't last long…but maybe this child could handle the life blood of the Asarakam."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Dae, we don't even know who or what this child is. There's always the possibility that this boy isn't even compatible with the Yoma."

"Nonsense, Rimuto," Dae waved him off, "This boy has potential…" the child stirred in Rimuto's arms, "…and a lot of it."

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Two years later

Dae looked at his greatest achievement.

The boy didn't remember jack shit, other than that his name was 'Perseus.' Dae personally thought that it was a strong name. Regardless, one didn't train a Claymore by being 'soft.'

Perseus was currently strung up by chains in Dae's personal laboratory. Ready for another day of training. The Claymore Operation had been an instant success, his body accepting the Yoma flesh like a fish accepts water. As a result, his messy raven hair turned the color of straw, and became thin and flat, his once sea-green eyes became a startling silver that glowed in the darkness.

His regeneration was, without a doubt, his strongest attribute. It was strong enough that the typical stigmata became a thin line running from his neck to his abdomen. Dae made it his personal mission to find the limits of his regeneration.

Which is why we're here today.

Two years without cutting his hair had made it grow long, reaching his shoulders. Combine that with his thin, almost frail, frame, one could easily mistake Perseus for a pre-pubescent girl. The only thing covering his modesty were a number of bandages wrapping around him, almost like a skirt. Manacles kept his hands held high above his head, his feet barely touching the floor.

Dae's laboratory looked like a mix between a mad-scientist's lab and a torturer's chamber…both terms perfectly described Dae. Walking in through the door, the left side was occupied by a long table covered in test tubes, vials, and beakers, most of which were filled with a rainbow of colors. The right wall was occupied by a massive bookshelf, the shelves covered with jars containing liquids and organic masses best left untouched. The back wall also had a bookshelf, this one occupied by actual books.

The boy was suspended in the middle of the room, over a small hole in the floor, which was slanted ever so slightly toward the hole so gravity would do its do and take any liquid spilled down the pipe. The walls were made of jagged stone. In front of the boy, out of legs' reach, was a smaller table covered in surgical tools.

"Good morning, Perseus. How are you today? Did you sleep well?" Dae was met with a soul-piercing silver glare. The demented man chuckled. He walked over to his surgical table and picked up a scalpel…he promptly stabbed the child in the throat. Perseus barely flinched. Dae ripped the blade down, splitting open tender flesh and spilling precious blood.

Perseus barely sparred the man a grimace, his pain tolerance honed through months of similar experiences.

The gaping cut steamed, the wound closing almost instantly, the blood evaporating. "As expected. But we've done this same song and dance for months now. Your body is extremely durable and adaptive, able to handle everything we've thrown at you. Blades, arrows, claws, teeth, poisons, even fire has had no lasting effect on your being." He walked over to his chemical table, and picked up a vile with green liquid in it. Vapor rose from the top.

Silver orbs followed the black-clad man closely.

Dae walked back over to Perseus, the vial held away from him at arm's length, "This concoction is one I made a few days ago. Its testing has yielded interesting results." He held his vial up to his face, gazing at it reverently, "It likes to eat things…even the flesh of a Yoma is on its menu." He glanced at the boy, "Let's see how it likes to eat you!"

Perseus' reflexes were far faster than Dae's movements. The child's legs snapped straight up in an unbelievable show of flexibility. The acid vial was kicked out of Dae's hands, the liquid splashing on the chains holding the boy's arms up…and on Dae's face.

The man screamed in pain and stumbled out of the room, clutching his steaming face. The boy dropped soundlessly to the floor, his chains having been melted. Not that he couldn't have broken them by himself. According to Dae, he had the Yoki aura of a single digit Claymore, and could suppress it to the level of warrior in the forties. Unprecedented power, apparently.

What to do now? Meh.

Time to explore.

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A few months later

Perseus and Dae were traveling by horse-led covered wagon. Dae's face had been predictably screwed up by their little acid fun-bath. The skin around his eye and mouth had been melted off, exposing his teeth and eyeball, along with some hideous scar tissue.

Perseus had been 'punished' by the man. He had been force-fed Yoki supressors and injected with more drugs than what was humanly possible. The effect was that when Dae started torturing him again…it really hurt. Enough to make him scream his throat raw and pass out on occasion.

Currently, experiment and scientist were travelling to an unknown location. The boy didn't like the sound of that. But the Claymores escorting him and Dae kept him from making a break for it. If they were concerned about what Dae was going to do Perseus, they did one hell of a job hiding it.

"So Dae…where are we going?" asked Perseus.

The scarred man glanced at the boy with his good eye, "We're going to a secluded location to perform one final test before you become an official Claymore."

Perseus looked behind him into the wagon, "Does it have anything to do with this giant lump of meat back here?" His question went unanswered.

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Dae was almost giddy with excitement. They had finally made it to the spare lab in the southern part of the island where he was going to fuse Perseus with the Asarakam flesh. They went through all of this trouble because the council didn't want the boy destroying their headquarters if something went wrong.

Paranoid old fools. As if anything would go wrong with him in control.

The lab was cut out of the inside of a mountain, so the walls were made were made of jagged stone and the floor was circular. The ceiling was some 100 meters up, the lab illuminated by glowing crystals. The lad was spacious, easily 200 feet in diameter, and equipped with all sorts of materials, specimens, and tools. But the only thing Dae cared about was the child chained down on the stone table next to lump of black meat.

Dae grabbed a scalpel-his favorite instrument- and made his way over to the disturbingly calm child. "Are you ready?" Dull green eyes glared at him, "I'm chained to a table with a month's supply of Mystery Meat next to me and Yoki suppressers running through my body…sure. Let's get this over with. I find your company annoying."

Dae twitched, 'Little bastard. Let's see how you like this!'

He stabbed the scalpel just below the child's neck and ripped it downwards, tracing the stigmata scar, reopening the wound. Perseus screamed as pain flared through him, blood spilling out of his body. Dae smirked, madness clear in his eyes. He cut off a chunk of the Asarakam and held it above the panting child.

Drops of black blood fell into the boy's gaping wound. Perseus squirmed under the foreign feeling of it entering his body.

"With this!" Dae roared, "A new being is born!" He plunged the Asarakam essence into the child's body.

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Power. Pure, unadulterated power flowed from the Perseus' body.

A spiraling pillar of sea-green Yoki had erupted like a volcano from the boy. The shock wave from the eruption had sent Dae careening into the wall, knocking the deformed man unconscious. The chains, made of Claymore steel, snapped instantly, the stone table was crushed to oblivion. Spider-web cracks arced out in all directions, travelling up the mountains interior. Raging winds had blown everything inside the laboratory around like ragdolls, shattering and destroying everything.

The Claymores had rushed into the lab when they felt the eruption-they would've been shocked if their comrades all over the island hadn't felt it-and were promptly blown out the way they came. The raging Yoki was too much for them.

Perseus himself was screaming. Not from pain, but from lack of control. The effeminate-looking 'ten' year old's Yoki had shot to new hights. If his Yoki was ranked at Number 9, it could have been easily ranked at Number 1. It was so much, the child was having difficult trying to reign it back in.

At this rate, he was going to unintentionally Awaken.

That was something he didn't want.

Dae had told him what the fate of a Claymore was. They would be spliced with the flesh of a Yoma, sent into the field, continually use their aura to the point of no return, then they would Awaken and be hunted down and slaughtered like the animal they had become. That was a fate young Perseus was desperately trying to avoid at the moment.

"RAAAAAAAGH!" the future Claymore roared, eyes glowing gold, trying to put a leash on his out-of-control power. It felt like he was trying to plug up a dam.

'No! I won't lose control! Not now! NOT EVER!'

His Yoki spiraled higher, slamming into the top of the mountain. The walls began to crack, the luminescent crystals shattered into pieces. The entire mountain began to crumble under the Yoki's power.

The power of a demigod.

Then something within Perseus…snapped. Maybe he surpassed his limit. Maybe he lost the final shred of his humanity. Maybe it was his sanity that was finally lost. But something inside of him…snapped.

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A few months later

Three years since arrival

Organization Headquarters

Council Chambers

The leader looked at the first generation of Claymore's since their arrival on this island. The Yoma parasite had flourished, and artificial Awakened Beings were roaming the island unchecked. The stage had been set…now to inspire the troops.

Standing before him were the top five most powerful Claymores of the First Generation. Dressed in white body suits, with silver spaulders, vambraces, faulds, and grieves for armor, their massive swords strapped to their backs, their silver eyes and straw colored hair were…

"Number 5, Chronos; Number 4, Dauf; Number 3, Rigaldo; Number 2, Isley; and Number 1, Perseus. You five have proven to be the most powerful warriors of this time, and you have been ranked proportionately. Your missions are simple: wipe out the Yoma hoards and protect the people of this land. You have the power to do so and I have full confidence in your abilities.

"Now…go forth and be the divine sword of justice this land so desperately needs. But remember our cardinal rule: never kill a human being." They had to keep up the appearance that they were saviors, after all.

The warriors bowed before turning and leaving the chamber.

The Organization's leader all breathed a sigh of relief. While none of them were intimidated by the first four warriors, or their Yoki auras, it the first warrior, Perseus, that put them all on edge.

Dae's experiment hand been a success…partially. The boy held immense power. His speed, strength, regeneration, Yoki sensing, suppression, and manipulation were all on unbelievable level, but he was unhinged. The massive amount of demonic power coursing through his body had damaged his mind.

He had gone insane.

Not the raving madness kind (they would have put him down if that happened), but the disturbing child-like one. The one where after he slaughtered a group of Yoma after a training exercise, he played with their corpses like they were toys. When the trainers went in to clean up the mess, they were sick when they saw what Perseus was doing with the Yomas' limbs.

During the entire meeting, the dimunitive Number 1 had a face-splitting grin on the whole time. A strange glint in his silver eyes that the leader couldn't place.

"That boy…is not normal."

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One year later

A young child was skipping down a path. Trees lined the path, their canopies blocking the sun from fully illuminating the surrounding area. To any other person, it would have made for an eerie scene. Especially so considering that there were confirmed sightings of Yoma in these woods.

But the child wasn't scared.

Dressed in a skin-tight body suit the color of fresh snow, with polished silver armor on the shoulders, thighs, forearms, and legs, the child's lean, almost feminine, muscle tone was clearly displayed. A massive claymore dragged on the forest floor behind them. When looking at the child's face, you would have to question their gender. Delicate facial features, eyes the color of liquid mercury, and platinum blonde hair that neatly fell to their shoulders with bangs swept to the left, slightly obscuring the eye; the child looked like an angel.

The young Claymore came upon a group of people trying to fix a broken wagon. The back wheels had broken off, making the wagon drag across the dirt due to its load of giant pots. The horses seemed docile enough. There were two males, one in his late thirties, and the other in his late teens, and two females of approximately the same age. They were dressed in simple clothes.

The trap the Yoma had set was so pitifully obvious the Claymore wondered if they were asking to be slaughtered…well, they seemed to young bloods anyway.

"Greetings, stranger!" called out the 'father.'

"Hiya, mister!" the Claymore called cheerfully.

The 'family' seemed taken aback by the warrior's cheerfulness. Claymores weren't exactly known for being happy so that was kinda expected.

"You're one of them Claymores, right? The ones with the super-strength?" asked the 'son.'

The Claymore giggled. They were so much fun to play with! "Nope! I just found this stuff lying around and it just happened to fit me!"

The Yoma blinked, not sure how to respond to that answer.

"Just kidding. Yeah, I'm a Claymore. What do you need help with?" The 'family' had the most confounded looks on their faces. "Uhh…well, we have spare wheels, but I need to hammer them on and my son doesn't have the strength to lift the wagon by himself. We don't have time to unload and reload our effects or we would've done so ourselves."

The androgynous Claymore nodded, what they wanted was obvious. They wanted him to lift the wagon up for the 'father'…so the 'mother,' 'daughter,' and 'son' could kill him while he was distracted. Not a bad plan, trying to capitalize on the element of surprise. The Claymore couldn't wait to throw the proverbial monkey wrench into it.

The Silver-Eyed Witch gripped the back of the wagon and easily lifted it off the ground. The 'father' predictably got beneath it, hammer and nails in hand. The rest of the 'family' positioned themselves behind the wagon, ready to pounce.

"You know something, mister?" The 'man' hummed beneath the wagon. "You and your family are really good actors." The Claymore promptly dropped the wagon, its weight making the Yoma's head explode like a giant grape. Purple blood erupted everywhere. The 'family' shrieked in outrage, taking their true forms. Their clothes were shredded as their bodies became grotesquely muscular, their skin turning a dark shade of purple. Their ears became pointed, their hands became claws, their teeth became fangs, and their eyes turned a burning gold, their pupils becoming slits.

The Claymore grinned widely, his eyes closing. The Yoma screamed and charged at him, closing the distance between them instantly.

There was brief flash of light before the carnivorous creatures exploded into tiny pieces of purple matter. The child turned around and lifted one of the pots' lids. Blood and severed body parts stared up at him.

"Disgusting. You guys were no fun at all."

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The Claymore was heading towards the rendezvous point with the Man in Black. Some back-water village had asked the Organization to handle the Yoma in the forest. Now that the job was finished, the Claymore was going to be given another mission.

Ugh. These arbitrary Yoma extermination missions were so boring. The Claymore guessed that was the problem with being the Number 1 warrior. There wasn't much that could challenge him.

"Hello, Perseus."

Said Claymore looked at the black-clad man sitting on top of a rock. They were in a hilly field covered in emerald grass, a soft wind blowing across the landscape. The man wore a full body robe hiding any distinguishing features other than his black eyes.

The Number 1 Claymore blinked, "What was your name, again?"

The Man in Black sighed, "My name is Ermata."

"Didn't you say you had a son or something?"

"Yes, I did say that."

"Wasn't his name, like, Ermada?"

"This is pointless banter. Your next assignment is in Toulouse. We have confirmed that warriors 12, 15, 17, 18, and 19 have awakened and are currently using a nearby town as a hideout. The Holy City of Rabona has requested that we take care of the threat. And by 'we' I mean 'you.'"

"Toulouse? Shouldn't Dauf, Rigaldo, and Isley be in the area? Why can't they handle it?"

"Those three are currently on assignment in Alfons. There was a surge in Yoma activity and they were sent to quell it."

Perseus looked at Ermata with a deadpan expression, "Well isn't that convenient." He scoffed, "Whatever. Five Awakened Beings all ranked in the teens? This is going to be glorious," the demented boy finished in a sing-song voice."

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It was night by the time Perseus arrived. The moon glowed overhead, a small chill in the air. Perfect for a good fight.

Humming a soft tune to himself, the Number 1 Claymore entered the abandoned little town. The main street was lined with beautiful green trees, a large number of quaint little buildings on either side. There were no people around, but the smell of blood was faint in the air. The super-Yoma had probably devoured everyone.

Perseus could sense the Yoki auras of his former comrades. They were doing a good job of suppressing them, but his senses had picked them up when he was about ten miles out. Perseus was the Organization's best sensor after all.

"I know where you all are!" the Number 1 called out, "Don't make drag you out of your hidey-holes!"

The effect was immediate. Five men blurred into existence, surrounding him a pentagonal formation. They were all still wearing their uniforms…which were covered in blood. The red kind. You could tell they were Awakened because their hair had gained color and their eyes were all different. Not the usual silver.

"Well, well, well," Number 12 spoke from in front, "If it isn't the Number 1 warrior, Perseus of the Wide Smile. Of all the warriors we expected those apes at the Organization to send after us, you were at the bottom. We honestly expected half the army to be here today, not just one little girl." The Awakened Beings chuckled at the emphasis on 'girl.'

It was a running gag between the Claymores. Everyone wanted to be at the top, wanted to hold the ranking of Number 1. Well, since Perseus currently held that title, he was the common center of ridicule among the ranks. His young, feminine appearance being the main form of ammunition.

It was okay, though. Perseus thought their jokes were funny.

The child folded his hands behind his head, and grinned like the Cheshire cat, his silver eyes closing, "What's funny is that this 'little girl' is currently ranked as Number 1, when none of you guys breached the single digits." Let it not be said that Perseus couldn't return fire. Typically, his response was variant forms of 'I'm Number 1 and you're not. Ha-ha-ha.'

The former-warriors all growled, their eyes turning gold…then their Yoki auras flared. Perseus blinked as the shockwaves slammed into him, the ground cratering beneath the force of the Awakenings. Their auras generated gale force winds, strong enough that the surrounding trees and close enough buildings were torn asunder.

Perseus watched with interest as the Claymores' forms began to distort and grow, each of them becoming monstrous humanoids. The Yoma had surrounded the Number 1 in a clockwise-rank formation, with Number 12 being directly in front, and Number 19 standing to his right.

Number 12 grew to a height of fifteen feet, his pale skin turning dirt brown. His muscles bulged and another pair of arms sprouted from his shoulders. His head lost its hair, becoming bald, and his teeth turned into rows of needle-like fangs.

Number 15 became a quadruped crocodile-like creature. 20 feet in length, scales ranging between dark brown and forest green, meaty legs that stood to a height of five feet, and number of spikes and spines lined the creatures back. Those most likely extended to act like tendrils.

Number 17 grew to about twelve feet. His skin turned a light grey, his head became covered in porcupine-ish needles. Bat-like wings erupted out of his back and arms got longer. His legs changed, becoming trunk-like, his feet elongating and losing his pinkie toes.

Number 18 underwent the most animalistic change. His body grew a height of twenty feet, his muscular body being covered in thick, brown fur. His legs became like those of a bull, his feet morphing into gigantic hooves. His face elongated into a snout, fangs lining his maw. From his head grew two curving ram horns that pulsed with Yoki. His hands were covered in fur and his nails became dagger-like claws.

Finally, Number 19. His skin became pale white, his arms and legs growing long, and spindly. His back became hunched, spikes covered the hump. His midsection split open vertically, his intestines falling out and becoming fleshy tendrils. His head lost all hair, and his lips and most of his teeth disappeared. A few needle-like teeth remained however.

Perseus whistled appreciatively. He was honestly impressed with the combined amount of Yoki the Awakened Beings were putting off. If he was honest with himself, their Yoki added up to be about…ehh, 30-ish percent of his own aura? Somewhere around that range.

There wouldn't be much of this abandoned village left after this battle.

"So Perseus…how do you think you stand…now that we've shown you our full power?" Number 12 spoke, his voice deep and guttural. "I think I stand pretty good, honestly. I mean, all of you put together are really strong, but if I fight each of you individually you're not much of a problem."

The Awakened Beings balked at Perseus' upbeat attitude. Didn't he realize he was outmatched and outnumbered? Why was he still so confident!?

Number 15 growled. His eyes glowed a harsher shade of yellow as he took control of the Wide Smile's aura. Perseus blinked at the sudden sensation that washed over his body, suddenly no longer able move. 'Hmmmm. Number 15 is the one with the Yoki control powers. Need to take him out first then. It'd be really annoying having to fight for control of my Yoki while actually fighting these rejects.'

[Claymore OST: Kakusei no Kodou]

With that thought in mind, Perseus flared his own aura, the magnitude of shattering Number 15's hold over him. He vanished in a blur of speed and appeared above the reptilian Awakened. He cleaved the beasts head off in a single cut, the force of the blow cratering the ground even further.

He vanished again, easily dodging the four fists of Number 12 as they demolished the buildings behind him. 'His arms function like pistons. Shooting his hands out at super speeds and retracting them just as fast.'

Number 17 had taken off when Number 15 grabbed a hold of the Wide Smile's aura. Imagine his surprise when said Claymore materialized just above him with his sword cocked back, his namesake plastered on his face. The Bat-like Awakened's last view on Earth would be a demented grin and a flash of light.

Perseus landed nimbly on the ground, purple rain cascading from above, painting his hair and armor in its color.

No sooner had his grieves clanked against the stone, that he had to jump back to avoid being ran over by a giant ram head. All the same though, Perseus leapt into the air to avoid being crushed by Number 18's body, which was just hit by Number 12's piston-fists. Number 18 went crashing through the town.

Dumbass.

Number 19 saw this as an opportunity to strike at the airborne child. The spikes on his hump blasted forward at blinding speeds. The Wendigo-Awakened grinned in triumph when his tendrils skewered his target. Or so he thought.

The Wide Smile's impaled body vanished like a mirage…and Number 19's head fell from his body in a spray of purple liquid.

Number 12 leapt back when he noticed the close proximity between him and the Number 1. With a shout and a flare of shockwave inducing Yoki, the former Claymore shot his fists forward with the force of an avalanche. Perseus calmly tilted his upper body to the side, the elongated fists sailing harmlessly pass, pulverizing the abandoned dwellings behind him.

Grin still firmly in place, the Wide Smile whipped his sword arm up, cutting through Number 12's extended limbs like butter. The Yoma roared in pain…and had the top half of his head sliced off. Perseus landed lightly behind the collapsing giant, his platinum hair stained just as purple as his uniform.

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Perseus looked at the final Awakened Being. Number 18's ram-like golden eyes stared into the pools of liquid mercury that belonged the Number 1 ranked Claymore. The little devil hadn't even dipped into 10% of his Yoki aura-the former warrior couldn't even sense his Yoki aura-and he slaughtered most of Number 18's companions in less than 90 seconds.

The Ram-Awakened kept count.

What type of monster was he fighting?

Realizing that he was going to die if he stayed here any longer, the former ranked Number 18 poured on the Yoki and ran in the opposite direction of Perseus of the Wide Smile.

"Oh darn it," the Number 1 whined like a child who had been denied ice cream. "I hate it when they run," he pouted. Then he vanished in blur of silver and white. The sound of a sword cutting through flesh resounded through the night. "…I need some new clothes."

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A few weeks later

Perseus sat atop a giant boulder in the middle of a small valley. Towering mountains rose around him, the sun just reaching its zenith. Rabona had paid Ermata for Perseus' services in decimating the Awakened Beings. The inhabitants of that small village had all been eaten some days prior to their battle. The village was left in shambles in the wake of the fight, and most likely would remain in ruins till the end of time.

No one would settle in a place where the blood of Yoma had salted the earth, after all.

The bodies of the Awakened Beings had been hauled off back to the Organization's HQ for research and development…allegedly. Perseus didn't really care much what a bunch of wackjobs did with a smelly corpse.

As it turned out, Isley, Dauf, and Rigaldo's mission in Alfons had been a failure. All three of them had Awakened. Perseus wasn't surprised when he was told, he had felt the massive surge of Yoki coming from the north. He wondered if their combined auras were just large, or if his senses were just that sharp.

Anyway, since three of the most powerful Claymores had awakened in one location, the remaining warriors had deserted the Organization and went to the frozen mountains so they could Awaken and join Isley's growing force.

Perseus face palmed when he learned that little tidbit.

Personally, the Wide Smile didn't get the point of Awakening. Sure it gave you a butt-load of power, but then you became just another name on a list to be exterminated. From what he had heard about the process, one would feel an intense amount of pleasure when powering up, and an even more intense feeling when they finally went over the edge.

Whatever that meant.

In fact, Perseus barely even used his Yoki. The Yoma he butchered were barely above the level of flies, and the Awakened Beings proved to be little more than a warmup. The only time he dipped into 10% of his aura (The Number 1 hardly felt anything other than a surge in power) was when he and Isley had the occasional spare…that typically ended up in a ruined landscape. The man was powerful, really powerful.

Perseus suspected that if he had never been inducted into the Organization, all of the Claymores would have been ranked one number higher. Regardless of the ranks though, the Wide Smile had asked why he hadn't been sent to Alfons yet to clear out the growing 'army.' The answer was that, as the literal last male Claymore alive, the Organization didn't want to risk him also Awakening and either joining Isley or taking over.

As it was, with the massive power vacuum that was just created, the Organization had flooded the ranks with a bunch of girls. Supposedly, females were able to resist the 'temptation' of using too much Yoki. Whatever, it's not like they all weren't going to die in the future.

But now…Perseus didn't know what to do. He was the last of his breed, an endangered species by definition. The time of the male Claymore was at an end, and only after a whopping 16 months too. Now was the time of the female. He really had no more reason to apart of the ranks anymore.

Perseus sighed to himself, "What do you think I should do, Ermata?" the Purple Butcher asked his handler. He was met with silence, a small breeze blowing through the small valley. "Oh that's right…you're dead."

After Perseus had finished his latest mission, he had grown bored with Eramta's monotone, ordering drawl…and cut the handler's head off. Another reason to question where to go in life: he had killed a human, a handler to boot. That was a big no-no.

"Well if everyone else is Awakening…I guess I should too." Clouds began to roll over the valley, hiding the sun. It was as if the very world itself was bracing itself for what was to come.

Perseus hopped off the boulder he was sitting on…SQUISH.

"Oh yeah…that happened."

Perseus' latest mission had involved going into this valley because there were reports of Yoma gathering en mass in this location. Well, there were about eight hundred of the golden-eyed insects. They had gathered here believing that they would be safe, and that their numbers would be able to handle any amount of warriors the Organization sent in.

How wrong they were.

It was genocide. Perseus had descended upon the hoard like a juvenile, grinning demon. His sword moved so fast, it was literally invisible. He was like a sentient meat-grinder. Any Yoma within ten feet exploded in a shower of purple gore. Any Yoma in the range of a shockwave were disintegrated. When the dust finally settled, and the last beast was dead…the valley had been drowned in an ocean of purple liquid, severed limbs and terrified heads bobbed up and down. He didn't even use 5%.

There was so much blood, the Number 1 calf deep in the stuff.

Either he was really short, there was just so much blood, or this valley was just super small.

[Naruto OST: Kouen]

Perseus reached for 10% of his aura, and the effects were immediate. His silver eyes turned gold, the pupils becoming vertical slits. Sea-green energy danced around his body, a spiraling barrier that made the ocean of blood churn.

He called upon more of his Yoki, raising it to 30%. The veins on his face bulged, his teeth becoming lined with razor sharp fangs. His Yoki shot into the darkening sky, thunder booming across the land. The intensity of his aura increased, and the churning began to grow, a whirlpool of purple.

His Yoki aura darkened and got wider, the boulder being grinded into oblivion as 50% of his full power was called upon. His muscles bulged in a disgusting way, growing many times larger than a child his age, even larger than most grown men. His aura eclipsed that of Isley's now, breaching upon surpassing the aura's of all three Awakened's.

Perseus dropped his sword and fell to his knees as he reached 80%. No going back now. The Number 1 Claymore had no doubt that every being on the continent that could sense Yoki was currently trembling in fear.

His spiraling aura had become a green pillar shooting straight into the clouds, lightning of a similar shade dancing across the atmosphere. The wind howled like the roar of an angry dragon. The Yoki had such an intensity to it, the shockwaves it generated began to crack the very mountains surrounding the valley. The ocean of corpses spiraled around the Yoki pillar, and massive chunks of earth were ripped from the ground only to be obliterated.

Perseus' skin began to turn purple, his mouth splitting open up to his ears, his maw filled with fangs. His platinum hair had taken to standing straight up. His body swelled with power, his muscles growing so distorted that his body suit ripped and his silver armor actually broke. Claws sprouted from his hands and feet, his ears became pointed, like an elf's. His skin turned a light black, his body growing even larger than it already was.

His back began to bulge…then twelve, thick tendrils exploded in a shower blood. His head began to bulge even more than his back, his ripping off of his head. Ebony, sea urchin-like spikes erupted from his scalp, looking almost like they were slicked back. On its own accord, the Awakening Claymore's body stood up, his overly muscular body making an imposing and revolting sight.

His tailbone began to bulge as well, along with six other places along his waist. Then seven spikes emerged pointing downward, one from his tailbone, and three on either side of that one with the furthest spike emerging from above his thighs. The middle spike was the longest, with the spikes getting progressively shorter as they moved around to his thighs.

100%.

[End OST]

THOOOOOOOOOMMM

The Yoki aura of the Number 1 Claymore, of the one merged with the Asarakam, of the demigod…reached its final peak. The resulting explosion had turned the surrounding mountains into dust, and evaporated the sea of purple entrails.

Standing in the middle of the dust cloud was the silhouette of a demon.

The demon raised its left arm…and clenched its fist. The resulting shockwave from such a simple action blew away the obscuring dust and smoke, revealing the Awakened form of the former Number 1.

His calves, thighs, crotch, stomach, torso, back, shoulders, biceps, and forearms were covered in sleek, black armor. On his shoulder plates sprouted twelve curved spikes, six on each shoulder, reminisce of crab legs. Six tentacles sprouted from both sides of his spine, totaling as twelve. Each one was twenty feet long, and half as wide as his arms. They slowly danced behind him, curling, weaving, and twisting. It was hypnotic, in a sense.

The spaces in between his armor showed wine colored flesh. Only the most accurate could place their blade there. On his elbows and knees serrated spikes made their presence known. Like the coattails on the robe of a king, seven spikes emerged from his waist line, pointing downward. Dark purple webbing was sewn between the spike. His hands ended in claws capable of ripping apart Claymore steel like wet paper.

Black spears stood from the Number 1's head. The spears on top of his head were angled backwards, and the ones on the back of his head were angled downwards, like that of a sea urchin. His ears were sharply pointed. The Wide Smile's mouth slowly opened, revealing twin rows of needle-like teeth that dripped with saliva.

Twin orbs the color of the sea glowed brightly.

"Is this it…" His voice echoed with a soft whisper, "All that fuss and there was no reason for me to hold back…and I never imagined it would feel this good,"

His tentacles snapped straight out, tendrils splitting off the main branches to interconnect the tentacles. Sea green energy filled in the spaces that were made, creating a patchwork of glowing quadrilaterals.

"Hungry…time to eat."

The first Abyssal One grabbed his fallen sword, and took off into the sky. His destination? The Northern Land of Alfons.

The Leviathan had been born.

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Perseus Organization Rating: Pre-Awakening

Yoki: SSS+

Agility: SS

Strength: SSS

Spirit: SS

Perception: SSS+

Leadership: A

Perseus Organization Rating: Post-Awakening

Yoki: EX

Agility: EX

Strength: EX

Spirit: EX

Perception: EX

Leadership: SSS+

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Well guys. The first chapter of a new story.

Perseus was the first Number 1 Claymore to awaken, therefore is the first Abyssal One…although that title still doesn't accurately portray the power of the demigod Claymore.

He's also been spliced with Asarakam flesh and Yoma flesh. Pretty powerful combination. He's also insane, there's that.

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