Do not own KHR or Amon amarth. Based on the song by said band "Embrace of the Endless Ocean" takes place after Mukuro gets caught the second time

I stroke the blade with my hand the sharp edge cuts the skin blood drips to the rain wet sand my journey can begin

Mukuro, Ken, and Chikusa ran. The ran like all the demons in hell were after them. Mukuro glanced at the two flagging men "let's split up. If you keep me down I'll let the Vendice take you" the two kept on running. They would never disobey an order. As they raced off Mukuro remembered what had set off this blood bath. Ah, yes, the small boy who had beaten him. Tsunayoshi. He drew his trident and grinned they wouldn't catch up to his family now.

Once a slave but now I'm free my honor is restored once again I'll ride the seas free at last from whip and oar

As he charged the avengers he remembered the life he had before. Six cycles of rebirth. He remembered the darkness and oppression of each layer. How he had earned his freedom from each of them. The chains that would fall away as he was lifted into a new body.

I slide the sword into the shield the ocean god is hailed and as we push out to the sea we raise the red striped sails

As he hit the line in front of him the devils fell away before him. With an uncharacteristic roar of glory and triumph he continued his headlong rush.

I've missed the breeze of my home shores the frozen lakes and winter snow but now my dreams start to unfold father, I'm coming home

As the Vendice moved away from him a faint glimmer of hope. What a few moments ago was impossible, escape, might be in his reach. Tears fell from his eyes. His freedom and the air that he had just taken was so bitter sweet. The sweetness of the pure air could only be taken if you never had it. Purity only seen from the depths of despair.

The storm came down without remorse and water crashed the rails the ship was thrown back and forth as strong wind ripped the sails

He pushed past the line. He was free. As he ran his soul ran cold. The baby and Jager stood in front of him. One arm outstretched and Mukuro was thrown like an ember in the wind. His body wouldn't move as thousands of chains wound and slammed against every inch of his body.

The icy waves embrace my skin I am going numb the endless ocean swallows me this will be my cold wet tomb

The tube over his eye was cold. The mask over his mouth was frozen. The water he was in was artic. The feeling in his body died with his hopes. The tube, less than three feet in diameter, was the last place he would ever be. His home. His tomb. Forever his. Forever alone.

Won't feel the breeze of my home shore nor see the lakes or winter snow my hopeful dreams lie ripped and torn father, I die alone

As his body hit the sandy shore of the Sacred Isle his first true breath of air soared into his battered body. Freedom so sweet his veins hummed with it. Feeling so glorious his muscles ached to be used. Warmth so blessed his skin shivered with joy. He looked to the two boys who had given him this second chance. To the one of the sky he quietly pledged his loyalty. Forever a shadow would watch his back. Forever a trident would warn off any who tried to steal him. Mukuro was now a demon guardian for two. As Tsuna rushed over to check on the nearly unconscious man. Mukuro felt…at peace. Hell could not take him. He had two families. One he was king. This one he was brother, son and friend. As Chrome's eyes came into his dimming view he chuckled. This one, for all it's oddities, was the first one he didn't have to worry about everything in. this one was special.