Parc was humming to himself as he stood in the ceiling to a large dojo where numerous men were grunting and throwing each other around.
Currently, he was waiting for the confirmation of his target. A man called Doho, the leader of this Dojo, and no, the names close resemblance did not allude him. He actually found it quite amusing.
By now nearly half a day had passed since he found himself up here, waiting, and waiting, wand waiting somemore for this cruel man.
Ever since Najenda left for the R.A headquarters, Akame had taken over. And her first order to him was to go investigate someone who had been looking into getting in contact with Night Raid.
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"So, what's a kid like you doing looking for a killer like me?" Parc picked the most cheesiest line he could as he stepped out of the shadows into the clearing where a boy no older than thirteen was standing.
The boy jumped quickly turning to Parc. Eyes widening in excitement when he saw him, "you're from Night Raid?" the boy asked.
"Yeah, I am. Don't ask questions, who do you want dead and why."
"R-right," the boy stuttered, gulping down a thick globule of spit, "his… his name is Doho. He's the master at the Sky Striker dojo." The boy gripped his shoulder tight, wrinkling the fabric.
"I joined half a year ago, my mom brought me there wanting me to learn to become stronger so I could get out of the Capital when I was older," he began to explain, "at first everything went well or, I think it did. I got to learn a few techniques, strength training, aerobics, that type of thing. They were generous in their teachings. Doho actually took it upon himself to teach me himself, he would push me day in and day out to get stronger."
"But two… no… three months ago," the boy rubbed his head with both hands, "I noticed something wrong with my mother, she was getting sick, throwing up every day out of nowhere. Every night I would hear her crying to herself alone in her room. But whenever we were together she would force this… smile like nothing was wrong. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she would just say she was feeling under the weather."
"I didn't believe her, not one bit. There were even sometimes she would leave the house in the middle of the night. I promised her I would never go out at night, so I didn't. But then she would return in the morning with bags under her eyes and a sick smell on her."
Parc's gaze was drawn to the ground by the boy where small crimson droplets were falling down. The boy having clenched his fists so tight his nails had torn through his skin.
"I…" he paused, "…I decided to follow her one night. It… it turns out whenever she would go out she was heading to the dojo. I was confused, really confused. At first I thought she was getting her own training, but that didn't sit well with me."
"I hid myself outside by one of the windows and peeked on what mom was doing. Mom… she got naked," the boy blushed but grit his teeth, continuing his explanation. Parc already guessing where this was going. "then Doho did as well as the others," rage filled the boys eyes, "I watched in horror as the raped my mother. I could… I could barely breathe. I wanted to run home I really did. But I just stood there frozen unable to look away."
Tears trickled down the boys cheeks, "when they were, *Hic*, they were done I heard mom say something to Doho, I couldn't make out what it was, *Hic* but Doho got angry and hit mom in her belly and began screaming at her. I can't remember, *Hic* anything he said."
"It didn't just end with hitting mom. He, *Hic* he peed on her as she was hugging her belly. Then the others peed on her," the boy was now weeping.
Parc shut his eyes, he was inclined to believe the boy, were it not for Night Raid's rules of engagement he may have just stopped the boy and gone to gut Doho and his crew right this moment.
"I couldn't take it anymore, *Hic*, I ran. I RAN!" his eyes were glassy and bloodshot, "I left her there! With them! I should have stopped them."
Parc sighed, "kid, I don't have time for 'you could haves,' get on with it."
"Right, sorry," the boy breathed in and out to calm himself, though it didn't seem to actually do much. "I got home and ran to my bed, I wanted to sleep and pretend it was all just a dream. But I couldn't, I stayed awake the whole night until I heard a slam on the front door."
"I ran downstairs just as mom was opening it. She was… she was dirty, and stank of pee. I tried to say something, but I could only keep silent as I watched her limp down the hall to her room." He gulped once again, teeth nearing the point of breaking from how hard he was gritting them.
"She didn't see the blood behind her, but I did. I… she left the door open accidentally, when the door slammed against the wall I jumped and turned to it. On the… on the door step there was this…" he hesitated, "there was this small baby on the floor."
He hugged himself tightly, "mom… she was pregnant. It didn't take me long to figure out that it was Doho's child. He got her pregnant and killed it. He hurt my mother! He did that to a baby! Kill him! I want him dead! Make it painful! I don't care what you do, make him suffer." The boy tore a pouch from his waist and threw it to the ground before Parc, "that's everything I have. Kill him. Make them pay for everything they did to my mom."
Parc frowned, he'd seen that face many times before, but the one this boy held it reminded him of only one. Aria and her insanity.
Leaning down, Parc scooped the pouch from the ground and nodded, "we'll get to investigating immediately. When we find evidence, you can expect to see Doho dead." Parc stepped back into the shadows, turning away from the boy who was stood in place, staring into the darkness.
"Make. Him. Pay."
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It was a horrible sight, what Parc had found when he went to investigate the mother. There in the garden of their home, buried beneath the soil was a little rotting fetus already being reclaimed by maggots and worms.
"Despicable," he spat, eyes sharpening as he heard creaking wood of the dojo doors opening.
"Good work men!" A mans gruff voice resounded through the dojo. The activities of all the men halting as they quickly stood to attention of them mand, bowing at the hips in his direction.
"Master!" they all shouted in a decibel that nearly rivalled something that could come out of Eris.
"Hahahaha! Down boys! I've got good new today! I've got us a new member!" The heavily muscular man said, behind him a young woman walking just a step slower. "See, this one, she wants to become a fighter!" he held a hand out to the girl, "go on, introduce yourself."
The girl gulped from the intense gazes of the men around her, "h-hello," she waved to them, "uh, my name is Mira. I'm hoping to join the Imperial guard next year and wanted to learn how to fight. I'll, I'll be in your care." She was nervous, that much anyone could tell.
"Poor girl," Parc muttered.
"Right!" Doho began to laugh, "Strip." He coldly said stepping behind the woman.
"What?" She responded turning to look at Doho.
Doho's hands shot to her blouse, grabbing two fistfuls of fabric and tearing it off her body, "eh?" the woman looked down blankly at her now exposed chest, her two ample breasts free for the entire dojo to see. "NO!" She screamed, arms shooting up to cover her chest.
Doho grabbed her wrists and leaned down next to her ear, "sorry lass. We don't teach woman how to fight." He chuckled, "we teach them how to serve." He placed his oversized hand on the back of her head, forcing her to her knees and bringing her face to the ground, grinding her cheek into the ground.
"No! please someone help me!" she cried out for help as Doho tore her skirt and panties from her body. Her eyes wandering over the men around her, horror filling her as they undid their gi to reveal their erections, "No, no, please don't," she felt something hard poking at her crotch.
"Lesson one!" Doho shouted to the crowd.
"PENETRATE IN ONE!" the shouted back.
Doho pulled his hips back, ready to plow forwards and bury his filth in the woman. But just as he moved a single inch his body jolted and froze, "what?" he muttered trying to get his body to move but finding no movement from his body.
~Kill them all. Leave the woman alive~
In his ear he heard a demons whisper. His body moved on its own, releasing the woman as he stood up. "What? What's going on!?" he shouted.
"Master? Are you okay?" one of the students asked approaching him. Another catching the woman as she attempted to bolt away.
"NO! LET ME GO! YOU FREAKS!" she screamed.
"Mast-" the disciple tried to say after Doho didn't respond to him but was silenced as Doho sent a single punch towards the disciples head with enough force that the top portion of his head flew off, leaving just the bottom jaw still attached.
"Wha!? Master! What are you doing!?" another shouted. He too soon fell to Doho's assault, finding his head twisted to a 180 degree angle.
By now panic had erupted throughout the dojo. Their master had gone mad and was killing him. The man holding the woman, Mira, had released her. Mira collapsing onto the ground watching in horror as disciple after disciple found themselves dead at Soho's feet.
Few were escaping the dojo entirely, the rest deciding to take on Doho and stop his rampage… they would find themselves like the rest. Their stomachs torn open, their spines pulled from their skeletons. One would be upper cutted so hard his head would fly off dragging along the entire spinal column with it.
His slaughter would go on until all that was left was Mira and Doho alone. A woman covered in the filth of her own urine and vomit and Doho, covered in blood, guts and brain matter.
"You show none of the attributes of a true master, Doho." Parc hoped down from the ceiling banister landing in front of Doho. "And now, you pay for it," lifting his left hand clad in steel scales, three chains burst forth, snaking through the air, each tipped with a razor sharp spear point that tore through Doho's skull, heart and stomach, easily piercing through his entire body, embedding into the wall far behind the monster.
Retracting the chains, Parc let Doho's body collapse lifelessly to the ground alongside the rest of his disciples.
"Got all the stragglers," Lubbock called out from the doorway. Arms crossed as he leaned against it. "What we doing with the girl?" he asked.
Parc looked down to Mira, "you going to tell anyone what happened?" he asked, getting quick and furious nods from the girl, "then leave the Capital and never come back." She burst to her feet, rushing past Lubbock and the strung-up corpses strung up from the street lamps and trees.
"Let's go."
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Okay, wtf, Suddenly Demon Slayers at the top of the poll? And here I was building up the idea for Shokugeki no Souma.
I'm going to be real with you all, I was initially planning to keep it running for the next two weeks, but now i've got conflicting ideas in my head for which world to go to next.
So because of that, heres a new poll with only these two. I'll keep this one up till 1 June. The highest by then will be the world Parc goes to next with the loosing world becoming the third mainworld Parc will enter.
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It was a grotesque scene, bodies littered the floor of the dojo, most in various states of destructions. Limbs were flung across the room along with heads. Holes were bored through chests, torsos were ripped in half.
Outside was not much better, while the bodies were whole, they all showed signs of strangulation with a sharpened wire that cut through flesh and made blood flow from the arteries within.
'Its him…' Kurome thought as she looked down at the dojo masters body. Layered in various bodily fluids with three holes cut through his head, stomach and heart. She could tell that what had happened to these men was done by Doho, and judging by how dead he was, she predicted he didn't do it willingly.
"Holy," Wave held his palm against his mouth trying not to gag from the stench of day old meat in a heatwave. "This is what Night raid can do?" shivers shimmied down his spine.
"I wonder," Dr. Stylish muttered stroking his goatee, "I haven't heard of any Teigu that can cause this much carnage. Ahhh," he sighed excitedly, "I want to see it. I wonder what sorts of experiments I can do with it."
Wave took one large step away from the mad scientist.
'I have…' Kurome picked out a cookie from her bag, getting strange looks from Wave who couldn't believe she could be eating with such a scene before her.
Kurome walked around the room, looking for any clues she could point out, but as far as she could see all that had happened was the dojo master going on a rampage after Parc's mind controlling him. She lifted her head to the banisters in the ceiling, likely where Parc was hiding while waiting for Doho to arrive.
"Kurome! Lets go, there's nothing here," Wave called to her after minutes of silence between the three.
"Mmm…" she mummed and turned to him, stepping over the bloodied corpses and viscous fluids. Following behind Wave while keeping a good distance from Stylish who had transferred his eyes from the mess inside to her neck. Once again putting her on edge for the hundredth time since the Jaegers were formed.
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The meeting room was packed with the six Jaegers, each doing their own thing while they waited for Esdeath to arrive and begin the briefing for their coming tasks.
"What was it like by you?" Run asked Wave.
Wave blanched, "horrible, everyone was dead. There was barely any place to walk that wasn't covered in blood and other gunk. I think one of them even pissed themselves before trying to run away." He relayed in layman's terms what he had seen. "You guys?"
The group had been separated into two groups of three switching out members every day to get them to grow accustomed to each other before going on a full-scale team mission with all si of them together.
"Nothing," Run sighed, he as well as Seryu and Bols had been sent out to scout around the area for any tracks they could follow. Only predictably finding nothing but a single pair of bloodied footprints that faded away after a few blocks which he believed was just some unlucky individual who happened to have survived Night Raids assault on the dojo.
Koro, Seryu's teigu had tried to track the trail with scents but it wasn't crafted for that purpose making it incredibly weak in that aspect even though it resembled a dog.
The room went into an awkward silence, the only noise being that of Seryu oiling and cleaning her arms and Kurome crunching down on treats while her cheek twitch in annoyance at how Stylish was still looking at her.
The door to the room was soon flung open, cracking against the wall causing Wave to jump and look to it. "Good, you're all here," General Esdeath said entering the room. A giant skeleton of a man following behind her, his ribs visible beneath his skin-tight suit. On his face a white, bug eyed mask that left his lower face untouched and showed of his manic grin and scars that gave him an eternal smile.
"Who's that?" Wave asked looking suspiciously to the tall man.
"Kakeke~ A friend~ a friend~ her greatness has allowed me to assist you babies~ Kakeekeke~" Wave visibly recoiled at the hunched giants words, face growing pale. The way he spoke sending shivers down his spine.
"Krave," Esdeath said with a cold voice, "they are not babies…"
Wave nearly opened his mouth to say 'thank you.'
"They are worthless foetuses that can't hold their own against a leaf."
And he shut his mouth instantly.
"Ah~ yes~ yes~ I am sorry your greatness~ I should have seen~ I should have seen~" Krave licked his lips hunching even further behind Esdeath, even doing so he still towered over Esdeath.
"I have heard of you," Stylish said looking with interest to Krave, "a cannibalistic mad man with a teigu that allows you to control the very fabric of your body. While I must say your 'manners' or lack there of are utterly unstylish. Your teigu has peaked my interest. Perhaps I could stylishly perform some experiments on you and make you even more stylish." Stylish pushed himself up from his seat and walked up to Krave, crossing an arm over his chest and rubbing his brow as he looked up to the giant who was staring at him with a crooked grin.
"Kekakee~" Krave laughed, "Kakekekekeekakee~" his laughter grew stronger until the scars on his cheeks began to tear, dripping blood onto the floor, his lips curling revealing the dozens of jagged teeth within his mouth.
"Krave. You're getting the floor dirty," Esdeath reprimanded.
"Ah~ I apologize your Greatness~ I just found this ducks idea amusing~"
'Duck?' everyone thought at the same time.
Krave leant down to Stylish's level, "I don't want your dirty toys in me~ Stylish~ The only one who can touch me is her Greatness~ Kakekeke~" Krave lumbered around Stylish, making his way deeper into the meeting room, stopping against the wall at the back. His steps lacking in any sound one might expect from a man his size.
"Anyone else terrified of him?" Wave asked around the table getting small shrugs and shaken heads. "Really? No one? Stylish just said he was a cannibal."
"I'm sure he was being hyperbolic," Run said.
"Nope~" Krave hummed from the wall, "humans are my favourite~" His grin widened as he looked between Seryu and Kurome, "especially the tongues of pretty young girls~ So chewy~" Drool trickled from his lips as he cupped both his cheeks in his hands, "so moist~ so full and rich~ Ahhh~ Freshly plucked ones are the best~ you can sautee them~ fry them~ boil them~ my favourite is raw~"
Wave swallowed, wishing that grumbling noise was coming from Kurome and not the real life cannibal with a tongue fetish.
"While Krave is indeed a strange individual. He is one of my strongest soldiers." Esdeath said slamming her hand down on the end of the table to get everyones attention just as Stylish sat down across from Seryu. "He will be assisting me in beating you all senseless until you can actually take on threats such as stones or perhaps twigs."
'Does she have to degrade us so much?' Wave whimpered in silence.
"But…" Esdeath trailed off, "… that will be for later. For now I will be briefing you all on the current known members of Night Raid as well as our primary target within Night Raid." Seryu's eyes sharpened, growing serious as she locked eyes on Esdeath. She had been waiting for this.
"In the effort of not wasting more of my time than necessary, I will begin right away." Esdeath threw folders down onto the table, the six Jaegers all reaching out to grab one and flipped through it.
"We'll start with Sheele. The current wielder of the teigu, Extasy, a pair of scissors capable of cutting through any known material, as well as being the one to have gifted sweet Seryu with missing arms. Her last known status is heavily injured, but chances are high that she has since recovered and will be making an appearance in the Capital these coming weeks."
The sound of metal creaking filled the room as Seryu clenched her prosthetic hands tight around the black and white image of Sheele, crumpling the paper, threatening to tear it.
"Next, Mine. Wielder of the teigu, Pumpkin, a variable ranged weapon with three differing states all of which are documented in the file. Go through it on your own time and memorize it. Currently the only known true long ranged fighter within Night Raid. While not as deadly up close, she is not to be underestimated. Pumpkin is an incredibly dangerous teigu that only gets stronger the more danger the wielder is in."
"Lubbock. Teigu is called Cross-tails and is a collection of prehensile razor wire. It is assumed he is the trapper of Night Raid. He was previously a member of the Empire's army but abandoned it along with Najenda, who we will get to in a moment."
"Sayo," Seryu frowned as she saw the image of a black haired girl, the name was familiar to her, but she didn't remember from where. "Unknown if she wields a teigu. The only member of Night Raid we know of who is a non-combatant."
"Uh, General," Wave interrupted, "it says here, one legged? What does that mean."
Esdeath blankly stared at Wave like she was staring at an idiot.
Turning back to the folder in her hand she continued.
"Akame. You are all to take special care when dealing with her. Her teigu, Murasame will kill you in seconds if it so much as pricks a hole in your toe."
Kurome's eyes turned to daggers as she stared down at the paper. Her sister, her beloved sister. The one she wanted dead the most. The one who left her to rot in the empire.
"Bulat. Otherwise known as the hundred man slayer. Wielder of Incursio, the precursor to Wave's Grand Chariot. Of all the members of Night Raid, he is arguably the strongest of the entire known group."
"Finally, we get to Najenda. An ex-general of the Empire who turned tails and defected to the Rebel armies. Teigu unknown. Believed to hold none. Currently she is believed to be the leader of Night Raid and takes priority in killing should she be discovered. Do not mince around with her. Although she may be weakened from loosing an arm, she is still a General class threat. She can and will kill you if you show the slightest of hesitation."
"These seven are to be killed on sight. Capture is unnecessary." She said, slapping the seven pages down on the table.
"General," Run voiced flipping to the next page where another face was drawn in black and white, "what about him? Parc Evans? I don't recall seeing this poster on the wanted boards. Is he newly discovered?"
"No," Esdeath's eyes grew soft as she stroked a finger over the cheek of the drawing, "we have known of Parc for a long time. It is only recently we learnt of his involvement with Night Raid." Everyone was left dumbfounded at the sight of Esdeath's soft appearance, her pale skin growing rosy around her cheeks.
But that soon changed as she turned to the Jaegers, "of the members of Night Raid, Parc is the only one you are not to kill. I want him captured and brought to me, preferably in one piece."
Kurome was filled with silent contempt of Parc, her hand raising to rub her neck, hesitating when she felt the collar. Poking at the buckle like she had grown accustomed to. But stopping just before she could touch the prong. Like a dog she had come become accustomed to the 'pain' it brought her. And she wanted to avoid it, so quickly she pulled her hand away. Not taking note of Stylish who had noticed her reaction to seeing the image of Parc.
'fascinating,' he thought taking in the absolutely delectable image of Parc. 'just my type.'
Somewhere far away, a boy was shivering in fear thinking, 'whoever you are, stay the fuck away from me.'
"Why!?" Seryu blurted, "he is an evildoer! Why should we capture him!? He should be put to death li-" A spear of ice shot out of the ground shooting for Seryu's neck stopping just as it pierced a small millimetre into her neck.
The room grew colder, frost forming along the floor and table radiating out from Esdeath's location at the head of the table. Rage in her eyes, "do not question me. Seryu. I wish for Parc's safety; I want him returned to me alive."
"Returned? You sound as if this boy is precious to you," Stylish asked, casting a small look to Seryu who was shivering as Bols broke the ice spear poking her neck and helped her back into her seat beginning to wrap a bandage around her neck.
"He is," Esdeath said, the chill around her dissipating. A blush forming on her cheeks as she kicked her foot against the ground, "he is my lover."
Eyebrows rose in shock, mouths hung in disbelief.
Esdeath, the strongest general in the entire Empire, was in love with an enemy. What type of insanity was this!?
"Night Raid has corrupted his mind. Warped him." She said, a cold smile taking over her expression, "I want to bring him back to me. To the Empire." She looked to Seryu who was looking at her in awe with curled lips, "I want to return him to the light of justice."
Seryu's heart beat faster, 'return to justice?' she thought, raising her metal hands up and looked down at the palms of them, 'Tatsumi…' he had disappeared. She regretted how things had ended between them. Even though she still held a grudge for him wanting to protect those monsters. But she could help him see the light. Show him the truth of the world. Bring him into the light.
Bursting from her seat, Seryu clenched her hands into fists. Her eyes sparkling. "We will save him General! I promise! I will show Parc Evans the light of the Empire and let him see our justice! The true justice!" she excitedly said.
"Good." Esdeath smiled.
"Y-yeah, I'm game." Wave said, Bols and Run nodding along.
Stylish kept quiet. While Kurome just kept her gaze locked on Parc's picture, stroking the leather of her collar the entire time.
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