《Death Gate》


 Chapter 0: The first death

    Three weeks ago, the first gate appeared in central Tokyo. A massive green portal spanning 6 meters tall, and 10 meters wide appeared.


    Panic erupted as people fled, tripping over each other, and chaos quickly engulfed the area, leaving stores abandoned and streets littered with personal belongings.


    In the ensuing panic, three mysterious figures walked out of the gate. Each clad in long flowing white robes with gold mouthless masks, they stood and waited, observing the chaos of their arrival.


    The remaining people watched, curious at the mysterious figures, although keeping their distance. The figures continued to stand steadfast, waiting until military forces arrived. With weapons drawn, they were order to surrender.


    Slowly, a brave salaryman approached the portal, his curiosity outweighing his fear. He had always been drawn to the unknown, a trait that often got him in trouble but also made him a standout in his mundane office job. Today, it seemed, his curiosity would lead him to his doom.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    *SPLAT*


    It exploded, blood splattering from his eyes and ears.


    Moments later, his body convulsed violently. People screamed and scattered in all directions. His eyes snapped open, now pure white orbs, as he gasped and let out a blood-curdling scream. He sat up abruptly, grasping his head, the pain and confusion evident on his face.


    Paramedics rushed to the scene, securing him on a stretcher and whisking him away to a hospital for further examination.


    Unbeknownst to them, this marked the birth of the Prophet. The beginning of a new era for humanity.


    End chapter 0


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 Chapter 0.1: Rules of the New World

    A day had passed since the mysterious green gate appeared in the middle of Tokyo. Doctors and scientists struggled to understand why it materialized there or what purpose it served.


    Two government agents walk into the secure hospital room of Endo Toyotomi, a patient at Tokyo Central Hospital. The room was empty except for the hospital bed and a heartbeat monitor. No windows, only the blinding white lights and the persistent smell of a sanitised room.


    On the bed, Endo Toyotomi lay. Seemingly at peace despite yesterday¡¯s unworldly experience. The hospital gown pales his skin as he lies motionless on the bed. The two agents stared down at him with an emotionless expression, waiting for him to respond.


    The first agent spoke, "I am Agent Mori, and this is my partner, Agent Ota. We have some questions for you." Agent Mori; a tall, lean man in his mid-thirties with an angular face and thin lips that almost blend with his pale skin. More like a librarian with thin glasses than an agent.


    His partner, on the other hand, is the complete opposite in comparison. Agent Ota, a tall and lean man, is a walking stereotype of an agent; he has dark sunglasses that cover his eyes, wears a long black trench coat, and sports a military buzz cut.


    Endo stared blankly and nodded ever so slightly. Agent Mori pulled out a notepad and a pencil, taking a seat next to the bed. Agent Ota stood and observed from the foot of the bed.


    "So, your name is Endo Toyotomi? Can you recount what happened?" Endo continues staring blankly at the agents. His silence unnerved them.


    Agent Mori cleared his throat and continued, "Endo, please answer our questions. It is important for us to understand what happened."


    Once more, Endo remained silent. Agent Mori sighed before his partner steps forward, "Do you know why you''re here?" Endo turned towards Agent Ota and slowly nodded again.


    "Endo, can you speak to us, or is there a reason you are remaining silent?"


    "...I can speak; you are simply asking the wrong questions, gentlemen," Endo spoke in a calm, gentle voice. The agents look at each other, "What do you mean?" Agent Ota asked, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone.


    "The information you seek is not the same as the answers you need." Agent Mori sighed once more, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to stave off the incoming headache. "Please, enlighten us with what we need to know."


    "If you insist," Endo said with a smile. "...The gate was opened, and I received a gift from them; I was given the gift of knowledge and great responsibility." He calmly responded. The agents shared another glance, this time confused.


    "Who is them?" Agent Mori asked, regaining his composure. "I cannot say, they are of no concern to you." Endo said dismissively. "What is the gift then?" Ota asked impatiently.


    Endo¡¯s smile grew wider, finally they were getting somewhere.


    "The gates. They are the gifts, hundreds if not thousands of them, scattered across the world, all containing different wonders, gifts, and secrets. Each gate holds a different purpose; some contain civilizations of unimaginable power, others vast wealth and riches. And so much more." Endo finished with a knowing grin.


    Agent Mori, in disbelief, took a moment before responding, "How can you be so sure of this? What do you know about these gates? Are they a threat to us?"


    Endo paused for a moment before speaking, "They are our salvation. These gates hold incredible potential for humanity, and I have been blessed with the knowledge to understand their power."


    Endo paused again, seemingly lost in thought. The agents remain silent, waiting for him to continue.


    "Oh, and why should you be the ''chosen one''?" Ota''s voice filled with enmity. He didn''t like Endo''s vague answers or the way he seemed to know more than them. He also had the most annoying habit of smiling as if he knew something they didn''t.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    Endo sighed and shook his head, "Wrong question, Agent Ota; when given such a gift, we do not question it; we accept it graciously." Ota''s eyes narrow as Endo continues. "And I can assure you, I am not the chosen one. My role is to guide and provide knowledge."


    Agent Mori raised an eyebrow, "What kind of knowledge?"


    Endo''s smile at its peak now, "All the knowledge. I understand how the gates work, what each colour means, and what power they hold."


    "So, they''re a threat," Ota said with a grimace. "No, Agent Ota; they are a blessing."


    Ota huffs, turning away from Endo. Endo watched him for a moment before turning back to Agent Mori.


    "In the coming days portals will slowly appear across the globe, leading to unimaginable treasures and dangers. These portals represent the next step in human development."


    Agent Mori, leaning forward, "Endo, are the portals safe? How do we know what''s inside isn''t dangerous?"


    Endo kept his grin, but there is no warmth in his eyes, "It depends on the colour of the gate; each colour represents a different danger level.


    Green gates are relatively safe and will lead to valuable resources such as food, water, and even other civilizations may reside within.


    Blue gates are the most common gates with some danger and many resources.


    Amber gates are more dangerous, but they offer greater rewards for those who complete them.


    Red gates are the most dangerous and contain extreme dangers, requiring more manpower to complete. However, the rewards are equally as great for those braves enough to explore them."


    Agent Ota returned his gaze to Endo, "That''s something straight out of a video game or manga!" He scoffed. Endo remained silent for a moment before replying, "Yes, simple to understand and easily applied. Everyone can understand it, even those who are slower." Endo glanced at Agent Ota.


    "What''s that supposed to mean? Thank God we''re in a hospital cause I''m about too-" "Agent Ota, please calm down. We need to focus on the matter at hand," Agent Mori interrupted, giving him a stern look.


    Agent Ota scowled and looked away, "Yes, sir."


    "I failed to mention, there are two more gates; these gates represent something greater than the others."


    Endo continued. "White gates contain higher beings or gods who can bestow blessings and abilities that can change your very humanity. These gates are exceedingly rare and are too be treated with the utmost respect."


    Agent Mori leaned forward in anticipation, "What about the last gate?"


    "Black gates, an omen of destruction If one were to appear for a prolonged period, it would signal end times. These gates are a sign that humanity is doomed." Endo responded grimly.


    The agents fell silent, processing the information.


    After a moment, Endo continued, "However, one could argue it''s the most common portal as it appears ever so briefly once you die." Endo smiled again breaking the tension in the room. "But let us pray we never have to deal with such an apocalyptic scenario."


    Agent Mori nodded, "So what do we do?" Endo sat up in bed, his eyes blazing with passion, "We embrace this new world, we explore, we guide and teach others. We become the leader¡¯s humanity needs us to be."


    "We?" Ota asked sceptically.


    Endo nodded, "Yes, we. You, me, Agent Mori, everyone. This is a monumental event, and a prophet will lead his faithful." Endo outstretched both his hands towards the men.


    "What are you doing!" Agent Ota demanded, reaching for his gun. Endo''s smile grew wider, "Give me your hands, my disciples. I will show you the way."


    Endo''s hand glowed brightly, the light swirling around his fingers like liquid silver.


    "Grab my hands." He insisted, his voice both commanding and soothing. Ota''s heart pounded as he took a step back, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun. "No way! Stay away from me!" Agent Ota yelled.


    Agent Mori sat up, "I will do it." Endo smiled, "Good," Agent Mori grabbed hold.


    A white glow enveloped Mori. His body convulses violently as the light travels throughout his body. He grunted in pain as it reaches his head, causing his eyes to roll back into his skull before passing out.


    Endo relaxed as the body fell. "You see now?" motioning towards Ota. Ota glowered at his partner, shaking with fear.


    "What did you do to him, Endo?" Endo laughed, "I granted him sight, the understanding, the future, our future." Agent Ota pulls out his gun, "FUCK YOU ENDO!" Agent Ota cried, ready to pull the trigger.


    Agent Mori rose from the floor; eyes turned a pure white. Agent Ota turned towards Agent Mori, "Mori? what the fuck, what happened to your eyes?"


    Agent Mori raised his hand, "It''s okay, Ota, he speaks the truth. Grab his hand, brother; the prophet will show you the future," Agent Mori said in a calm, monotone voice.


    Ota looked at Agent Mori, then back at Endo, gun still aimed at him. "What the fuck are you talking about, Mori!" Agent Mori smiled with a vacant expression, "Trust me, brother, It''s all so clear now." Agent Ota hesitated for a moment, looking at Agent Mori before lowering his gun.


    "Ok," Agent Ota sighed, taking a tentative step forward.


    Agent Ota reached for Endo''s hand. His fingers brushed Endo''s palm. A white glow envelopes Ota. His body convulses violently as the light travels throughout his body. He grunted in pain as it reached his head, causing his eyes to roll back into his skull before passing out.


    Mori bowed before Endo "Thank you for the vision, prophet." Endo smiled, "Let us begin our mission to lead mankind. We have a lot of work to do."


    Agent Mori nodded as Agent Ota lifted himself. His eyes now pure white orbs, like Mori. "I see it, the future. It''s all so clear now." He speaks with awe.


    "Let''s begin."

 Chapter 0.2: The ranking begins

    A week had now passed since the first gate appeared in central Tokyo. In that short time, hundreds of gates had materialized around the world. In response, governments quickly organized military forces to secure and study them.


    Many feared what lay beyond the mysterious gates. Unsure if the words of this ¡®Prophet¡¯ were to be trusted.


    Whilst others waited on the ''Prophet'' as he was currently touring around the country. Ready to hear the message straight from the horse¡¯s mouth. Rumour has it that he was giving out superpowers for free.


    On a small university campus in the middle of Tokyo, Endo Toyotomi stood at a podium before a crowd of students. He spoke with a passionate voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness a monumental moment in human history; today, humanity will embark on a great journey, exploring the unknown, conquering our fears, and ushering in a new era of prosperity."


    As he spoke, the entire campus listened in silence. Endo continued, ¡°Today, I come bearing gifts.¡± The crowd started murmuring.


    Agent Mori leaned closer, whispering, "Prophet, are you certain we should be giving out the gift so freely?"


    Endo gave a confident nod, "This gift belongs to all, who are we to withhold these great powers? Trust me, Agent Mori."


    Endo addresses the crowd once more, "Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please! My gift is not one for the faint of heart; to receive this gift, you must be courageous and strong of will." He paused for a moment before continuing, "And if you do not wish to receive my gift, there is no shame in walking away now. It shall remain, waiting for you when you are ready." Endo beckoned forth a large white orb, covered by a thin veil of red.


    ¡°This orb contains the gift. Those who wish to accept the gift line up to the front, those still unsure are welcome to leave. Your new future will always be waiting,¡± Endo finished his speech as hundreds of students and faculty flood the front.


    The faculty stood at the back, whispering amongst themselves.


    "Is it true? Is the ''Prophet'' offering us superpowers?" One asks. Another responded, "I don''t know. It''s all so sudden; I don''t know if I should trust him." A third spoke, "He seems to know what he''s talking about. If it is true, we could use that power to help people."


    Endo stood next to the ball and motions for people to come up and touch it. The first person in the line walked forward. A small woman, petite and frail, her messy black hair covering half of her face. Timidly, she reached out her hand, touching the orb. Suddenly, a bright light flashes illuminating everyone behind her; as quick as the light appeared, it dissipated.


    Endo approached the young woman, ¡°Congratulations, my child, you¡¯ve received the gift of fire, an A-Rank Pyromancer.¡± Endo spoke gently as if talking to a child.


    The girl stared at her hands in confusion. "I feel no different.¡± Endo nodded, "Don''t worry, my child; your powers will reveal themselves in time." He smiled reassuringly. "Now move to the table and speak to the officials. We have many people to get through."


    "But-"


    Ota stepped in and moved her along, "Please, miss, you''re holding up the line." The girl looked at him in shock before bowing and moving along.


    "Next!"


    <hr>


    Eren Heart waited patiently in the line for this so-called gift; his friends and fellow university students, Haruto, Kyo, and Rika, are next to him.


    The four of them stand in line, watching as the orb provides powers to the students before them. "You think it''s legit?" Haruto whispered to Eren. Eren shrugs, "I don''t know, but if Endo is offering free powers, we might as well try it out."


    Rika turned towards the two, "The news has been reporting portals appearing and weird things happening in America and Russia. If what Endo is saying is true, this could be our chance to become super-powered badasses!" She beamed with excitement.


    Kyo frowned, "I don''t know, Rika; Maybe this gift bullshit is a scam, and they''re trying to get people to do some dodgy shit for them. If it¡¯s the start of some cult, I swear." He crosses his arms.


    "You guys are idiots; it''s obviously a government plot to control us," Haruto added mocking his best friend¡¯s concern about the cult like behaviour that has been reported about.


    Eren, a young man, only having turned 20 a few months ago. With raven black hair that reached the nape of his neck, usually tied back in a ponytail and striking amber eyes that belong on a delinquent. His friends always tell him he has sharp and defined features. Other people tell him he looks like a thug or someone with a shady past.


    ¡°Have you heard how they¡¯re doing it.¡± Kyo asked. Eren and Haruto shook their heads.


    ¡°It¡¯s a ranking system. It starts at F-rank which is human and goes all the way up to SSS+ rank." Kyo added.


    Eren frowned, "Wait, like a manga or manhwa? that¡¯s fucking stupid.¡±


    Kyo shrugged, "Apparently, it¡¯s been made into a ranking, so it¡¯s easier to interpret. Also, rumour has it that Endo was some big nerd before becoming all mystical and wise.¡±


    "Yeah, but SSS+ sounds stupid as hell; what does that even mean? You¡¯re a god. And who decides what the ranks mean? What determines it? Another thing-"


    "Babe, don''t worry about it." Rika interrupted, hugging Eren¡¯s arm tightly.


    "We can figure it out when we get our powers. You can be my knight in shining armour." She smiled sweetly.


    Eren looked down and saw Rika''s low-cut top. Her chest pressed against his arm, ¡°Uh yeah, maybe,¡± Eren said, blushing, averting his eyes from the low-cut top.


    Haruto elbowed Kyo, "That was smooth as hell." He chuckled. "Man, what''s her secret? I can never get him to shut up once he gets going on something he hates." Kyo whispered.


    ¡°Try two big fun bags currently squished against him.¡±


    Rika looked at the boys with a contemptuous side-eye, "Are you two idiots whispering about my breasts?" Haruto and Kyo looked at each other with a smirk before turning back to Rika, "Maybe they will have a special DD rank for Rika." They both chuckled.


    Eren scoffed, "DD my ass, you barely B-rank." He added.


    "Oi! If you keep talking shit, I''ll tell your mum you were staring at my tits." She glared. Eren went silent and stared back to the front as if nothing had happened.


    Eventually, the line dwindled and the group reached the front of the line, standing before Endo and the giant white orb. Endo gave his empty smile, "Greetings, students; are you ready to receive my gift?"


    "Yes, please!" Rika said excitedly, stepping forward. The ball illuminated a bright white accompanied by a soft humming sound. It enveloped Rika''s body before dissipating. Rika stood in awe, her eyes glistening with excitement.


    Endo spoke, "Congratulations water-kin, you have received a B-rank. A water Elementalist.¡± Endo stated. Rika smiled, jumping up and down in excitement, "I can''t believe it! This is so cool!" She turned towards Eren and the others,


    "Guys, I have superpowers!" She jumped up and down with vigour. Trying to use her powers, but nothing happened.


    Kyo chuckled, "Yeah, I can see that." He gestured to her chest. "Fucking hell Kyo, you¡¯re going to get me in trouble." Eren sighed.


    Haruto and Kyo stood next in line. "Go ahead, you go first,¡± Haruto said to Kyo. Kyo shook his head, ¡°No, you go first.¡± The two continued arguing until Agent Ota intervened,


    "That''s enough! One of you go, now!"


    Kyo stepped forward, gingerly reaching out towards the orb. It illuminated a bright white accompanied by a soft humming sound. "Congratulations, C-Rank, warrior.¡± Endo said, smiling.


    Kyo nodded "Thank you."


    Next up was Eren, looking at the ball intently. Cautiously, moving towards the orb; his mind raced from excitement, fear, and doubt. Finally, his hand touched the orb. Nothing happened.


    ¡°Come on, man, don¡¯t break it,¡± Haruto chuckled.


    Endo frowned at the inoperative orb, touching the ball again, still nothing.


    "I guess I''m not meant to be a hero." He joked. Endo inspected the orb, "Odd, it should''ve worked." Endo touched the ball again. "Ah, I see. It needs more time to read you. Try again my child.¡±


    Eren touched the ball once more. After a brief pause, the white orb turned a pitch black and a loud ringing spread through the courtyard.


    Time seemed to have stopped, and everyone stood frozen in place, the once-white light became a sinister black as it illuminated Eren''s face.


    Through the orb, a robbed figure approached Eren, its eyeless hood stared into Eren''s soul. A black skeletal hand reached out towards him; face veiled in shadow. Then suddenly, the figure disappears, and time resumed.


    Endo paused for a moment. ¡°Um...¡±


    Endo paused again, at a loss for words. ¡°B-Rank, Crusader,¡± Endo said tersely, pushing himself away. The others appeared unaffected by what had transpired.


    "Move along." Agent Mori gestured. As Eren moved over to the bench, he glanced back and saw Endo staring daggers into him. It made his skin crawl; those empty eyes with a hidden agenda behind them.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    At the table, two women with lists spread out all over the table, One woman with long flowing red hair and the other a short brunette. The redhead spoke first, ¡°Rank and class, please.¡±


    "Crusader class, B-Rank," Eren replied, his barely above a whisper.


    The woman checked her list, "Crusader; your power comes from your sense of justice, the strength of your convictions. It is not just about upholding moral values but embodying them in every aspect of your life." The redhead finished.


    "Um... Cool," Eren responded blankly, not really a concise explanation on anything really.


    "And my powers? ¡°You will have abilities suited towards melee combat, Sword skills, and weapon enhancements.¡± Eren nodded, "Got it, I guess."


    ¡°Your skills and abilities will be unlocked in due time; now, download ¡®The Gates¡¯ into your phone. It will allow you to see your status page and gain access to the store pages.¡± Eren reached into his pocket slowly and took out his phone, sceptical of this new app. He Snapped out of his daze; annoyance rises to the surface.


    "Do I really have to get an app for this? It feels like I''m downloading malware." Eren muttered to himself, adding it to his phone.


    The app opened, revealing a black screen with the title "Gates". A simple UI showing his name at the top left corner, rank, class, level, and basic stats such as health and status.


    Taken straight from an RPG. Impressive it had been made in only a couple days.


    ¡°Welcome, Crusader Eren Heart.¡± A robotic voice rang out from his phone, a series of text appeared that the voice read from.


    Eren sighed with exasperation. ¡°I''ve already had enough of this." Eren grumbled to himself.


    The brunette who had been quietly observing spoke up, "Now, young man." Her pure white eyes watching Eren intensely. "Would you like to join the-"


    "No." Eren interjected.


    The brunette frowned, "I haven''t even finished asking my question yet." Eren turned and walked away, "Excuse me!¡± The brunette called out, but Eren didn¡¯t turn around; his instincts told him something is up with that lady, and he wanted no part of it. The brunette''s white eyes pierced through his back as he left.


    Reuniting with his friends, Rika hugged Eren tightly, "I can''t believe we have superpowers! This is so cool!" Eren patted her back awkwardly. "Yeah, cool..." Rika looked up at Eren, concerned. "Are you okay? You don''t seem excited about this."


    Eren smiled, trying to hide his confusion and frustration. "It''s fine, I''m just a little overwhelmed." Their conversations were interrupted with the line muttering loudly. Something of interest was going on. They approached the line to see what was happening.


    Haruto stood with Endo, shaking his hand with excitement.


    Looking over at his friends. "You guys, you guys. I got and S-Rank. I''m a healer! I''m a healer!" He exclaimed, the pride in his achievement lighting up his face with a glow that rivals the luminescence of the mysterious orb.


    "Congratulations!" Eren calls out, raising a hand. Rika beams with excitement, rushing forward to hug Haruto, "I knew you would get something amazing! That''s so cool! We can be a badass super team together."


    Eren looked over to Endo, and for a fleeting moment, their gazes locked. The chagrin in Endo''s eyes was unmistakable; he knew something, but what? Endo turned away, moving on to the next student.


    Kyo high-fives him, ¡°Nice bro, you can heal our asses after we kick asses.¡± Kyo smirked. Haruto chuckled, "Well, I guess we''re a team now. We''ll need to learn how to use our powers if we want to go through those gates. Who knows what kind of dangerous stuff is inside."


    Rika nodded enthusiastically, "That sounds like fun! It''ll be an adventure!" Eren remained silent, watching Endo continue to work his way down the line, only a few students remained.


    Ota stepped forward, clearing his throat. "If you have downloaded the gates please leave. We thank you for your time." The group exited the courtyard, heading down the street.


    Haruto spoke first, ¡°Can you believe this shit? I¡¯m going home to tell my parents.¡± Kyo agreed, ¡°Same bro, I¡¯m going home now to tell them.¡± His excitement barely contained as he rushed off, a spring in his step.


    Haruto walked off waving, ¡°I¡¯ll catch up with you tomorrow."


    Rika turned to Eren, "I¡¯m so happy; it feels like a dream.¡± Eren patted her head, ¡°How about we go back to your place? You can show me how you uphold justice and moral values.¡± She said, biting her lip.


    Eren nodded, ignoring her flirting, as usual.


    <hr>


    Arriving back at Eren''s house, his parents were yet to return home from work. The interior dimly lit by the pale orange light of the setting sun.


    A modest apartment, sufficient for a family of four with a small kitchen, dining area, and living room. A short staircase leading to three bedrooms and a bathroom. Despite its compact nature, it seemed bigger than it let on, well-kept too, giving off an air of tranquillity. It was home.


    ¡°No one is home yet,¡± Eren mumbled.


    Rika gave a predatory smile, "Well that just means we have the place to ourselves." She licked her lips, walking towards Eren.


    Eren flicked the light on, breaking the intimate atmosphere. "Let''s just relax for a bit first," Eren replied, moving into the living room, and plopping down onto the couch. Rika followed him, sitting beside him. Snuggling up close, she leaned her head against his shoulder.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong,¡± Rika asked softly, noticing the look of discomfort and lack of colour on his face.


    Eren paused, contemplating whether to tell her what had happened. "I''m just... Confused. It doesn''t make any sense." He finally admitted.


    "Thinking?" "About what?" She asked, playing with his hair absentmindedly.


    ¡°Nothing much, just thinking about what¡¯s next.¡± Rika watched him closely, frowning slightly.


    "Eren Heart, I have known you since high school, you have the lying capability of a rock. What is bothering you?" Eren smiled weakly.


    ¡°Honestly, its nothing. I am just thinking about this power ranking system and how everything will change now." Eren answered vaguely. Rika remained unconvinced, but she decided not to push any further.


    "How about I do that thing that you like?" She said seductively, wrapping her arms around his neck. Eren blushed, "Oh, uh... I guess..." He trailed off as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him.


    "Is my Eren a good boy?" Rika whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. Eren blushed even more, averting his eyes away from hers. Rika chuckled, kissing his ear gently. "You''re so cute when you''re embarrassed."


    ¡°Good boys get rewarded." She purred, trailing her lips along his ear, gently biting and licking the ear lobe. "You''re the worst." Eren grumbled. His ears had always been a weakness of his. Rika knew exactly what buttons to push.


    "Are you ready?" She asked teasingly, pressing herself against him. Eren could feel his heart racing. He nodded slowly. Rika smiled and leaned forward, however, just as their lips were about to touch, the front door began to open. Rika quickly climbed off his lap and moved away with inhuman haste, as if nothing had happened.


    Eren''s mother entered through the front door with bags of groceries in her arms, followed by Eren''s younger sister, Emi.


    "Oh, Eren, you''re home early." Eren''s mother smiled at them, setting the bags down on the counter.


    Mrs. Heart; a beautiful woman in her late thirty''s, with long brown hair and her trouble-maker blue eyes. Eren had inherited his delinquent features from her, and based on what Mr. Heart would say about past her, she had the attitude of one too.


    ¡°Oh, hello, Rika. I didn¡¯t know you were coming over today.¡± Mrs. Heart greeted her, her gaze shifting to the two of them sitting together on the couch. She knew what they were up too.


    ¡°Hi, Mrs. Heart; sorry it was a last-minute decision."


    "Onii-chan!" Emi shouted as she jumped into his lap. "Hi Emi, how was school?" Eren asked as she giggled, climbing all over him.


    "Great! I got an A on my spelling test!" She beamed proudly. Eren chuckled, patting her head. "That''s awesome, little sister. You''re getting so smart." Emi smiled widely, showing the missing teeth in her smile. "I know!" She chirped happily.


    Emi was incredible smart for a 7-year-old. She a cute kid with short raven black hair and blue eyes, so she never had trouble making friends either. Inheriting most of her features from Mr. Heart except for her cunning and mischievous nature, which she got from their mother.


    Rika looked on with envy, she always loved how close the siblings were. When it didn''t detract from her and Eren''s relationship. Rika wanted to be part of that, even if it was just a little bit.


    ¡°Eren, TV.¡± Emi ordered. "You watch too much TV." Eren ruffled her hair before grabbing the remote and switching it on. Emi quickly made herself comfortable, leaning against him as they watched anime together.


    Emi looked at Rika, curiously painting her face. ¡°Rika-nee-Chan, why are you so red?¡± Eren¡¯s eyes shifted to Rika. Who in turned covered her face with a pillow; Mrs. Heart looked on concerned, ¡°Rika, are you ok? Do you have a fever?¡± Although she already knew the answer.


    "Oh, no, I''m fine, Mrs. Heart. Just a bit tired, that''s all." Rika replied sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. Eren winked at Rika. She sent a death glare back.


    "That''s good then. How was your day? Did you get to see that man?" Mrs. Heart asked curiously.


    Rika nodded, "Yeah, we got our ranks and stuff. I got Rank B, Water Elementalist."


    Mrs. Heart clapped her hands together, ¡°Wonderful, You two are growing up so fast.¡± Mrs. Heart entered the kitchen and started to prepare dinner.


    Emi Looked up to her brother. "Onii-chan, what''s your super power?" Eren smiled softly, "A crusader, I seek Justice and uphold morals." The explanation is lost on the girl, staring blankly back at him.


    "Or um... I¡¯m going to be super strong.¡± Emi jumped up and down with glee, "Stronger than Daddy?¡± Eren chuckled, "Strong enough, so you can¡¯t escape my... tickle attacks!" Eren exclaimed as he began tickling her stomach.


    Emi fell into a fit of giggles as she tried to escape his grasp. ¡°Mommy save meeee! Mommyyyy" Mrs. Heart shook her head, smiling at the two of them playfully wrestling on the couch.


    Eventually the 7-year escaped her brother''s clutches and ran away, on his hands and feet, Eren chased after her, around and around the couch until the door opens.


    Mr. Heart walked through the front door, setting down his briefcase and taking off his shoes. "I''m home." He announced tiredly.


    "Daddy!" Emi jumped up from behind the couch, wrapping her arms around her father''s leg., ¡°Daddy, tickle monster Onii-chan, chase me.¡± Hugging her farther from behind.


    Mr. Heart, a tall man with a stern expression and piercing amber eyes, a dominant and commanding presence behind him, yet there was a warmth to his voice.


    Eren stands and greets his father. "Hey dad." Mr. Heart ruffled his hair, "Congratulations my son." Rika waves to him from the couch, "Hello, Mr. Heart."


    "Rika, Hello, you staying for dinner?" Mr. Heart asked. Rika nodded, "Yes, if that''s alright." Mr. Heart nodded, "Sure, of course. What rank did you get?"


    "A B-Rank, Water Elementalist," Rika replied proudly. Mr. Heart smiled, "That''s good, glad to see my daughter-in-law got a respectable rank."


    Eren blushed and coughed loudly, glaring at his father. Mr. Heart chuckles as Rika frowns, muttering under her breath, "And you Eren? What rank did you get?"


    Eren rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from everyone. "Um... I''m a B-Rank crusader..." Eren trailed off, sounding unsure of himself.


    Mr. Heart slumped his blazer next to the door, returning his gaze to Emi. "Now," He paused for dramatic effect.


    "Emi, your dad and brother didn¡¯t come home today." Emi smiled, looking up at her father innocently. "Where is Daddy and Onii-chan? ¡°Mr. Heart chuckles; he leans in and whispers, ¡°Only the tickle monsters have come home." Emi screamed with delight, running away as Mr. Heart chased after her.


    Eren joins back in and chases after his sister with his father. Emi is trapped in a corner by the two men, and she pleads with them, ¡°No tickle monster, no! Pleaseeee." She begged, trying to escape their clutches. However, it was too late; Eren and Mr. Heart descended upon her, tickling her mercilessly until she couldn''t breathe from laughing so hard.


    *Pop*


    "Ow!¡± Mr. Heart yelped, standing back up and grabbing his lower back. Mrs. Heart rushed towards her husband, ¡°Dear, are you alright? What happened?"


    Mr. Heart winced, rubbing his lower back. "I''m fine dear; Just my body getting older." Mr. Heart complained.


    Mrs. Heart glared at him with a disgruntled expression, "Hmph, if you would just do the exercises I told you too, you wouldn''t have this problem. Come sit dinner will be ready soon."


    Leading her husband to the table; Mrs. Heart continued to prepare a delicious meal of salmon, rice, and vegetables.


    [Later that night]


    Long after everyone had gone to bed, Eren lied awake, staring at the ceiling. His mind replaying what happened earlier today. He couldn''t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.


    Endo''s eyes haunted him; those white orbs, full of malice, hatred, and contempt.


    Glancing down at Rika sleeping next to him. She looked so peaceful, her breaths are even, starkly contrasting Eren''s current mental state.


    At that moment, with her lying so close, he found a semblance of peace. He closed his eyes, letting her presence anchor him to the present, away from the shadows of uncertainty.

 Chapter 0.3: The D-Dogs

    A month had come and gone since the prophet and the gates arrived on earth. Many new gate sightings appeared all over the world; It was difficult keeping count of them all.


    People from all over the world had rushed to become a ranker. However, not everyone was so lucky; many people never received a power, and those who did often did not receive a strong one. Many stuck in the mediocrity of E-Rank through to C-rank.


    A select few were granted B or A-Rank, and fewer were given the divine honour of S-rank. The most coveted rank in the world. An overnight sensation; the newest rockstars the world over.


    With it, came the guilds. Basically, clubs to help explore these gates. An order for the prophet.


    The D-Dogs, were one the very first guilds to be established after the gate''s appearance. Their purpose, to maintain the law and order within the gates and ensure that other guilds would abide by these laws or otherwise deal with them. Its secondary faculty, to train new the next generation into elite fighters capable of handling any situation.


    Founded under the watchful gaze of the prophet.


    "Line up dogs." The booming voice echoed across the courtyard. The voice coming from a towering man, standing over 2 meters tall with rippling muscles. A mountain of a man whose mere presence commanded respect. Short white hair, piercing amber eyes, a long scar stretching across his face, and an expression that screamed authority. This was Akira, Guildmaster of the D-Dogs.


    The courtyard filled with newly ranked adventurers; each one groaned with annoyance as they lined up.


    Akira, the Guildmaster of the D-Dogs, was known for his strict training methods and no-nonsense attitude. "Today, we''ll focus on speed and mobility," he announced sternly. "Who will step up and show me what you''ve learned?" No one responded, an awkward silence falling over the group.


    Kyo and Haruto began to silently whisper between each other. "Not another time trial. I''m still exhausted from last week." Kyo whispered. Haruto shook his head, "I know bro; Doesn''t this hard ass have any original ideas?"


    "You two, step forward." Akira''s voice crackled like lightning, stiffing the two boys. The men shuffled forward hesitantly. "You two want to speak up about something?" Both shook their heads,


    "No, sir!" They answered in unison.


    "Good, you two will be the first pups." Akira pulled out his phone, tapping the screen a few times before the courtyard¡¯s phones began to vibrate. ''New quest received.'' the message read.


    Before the message dings again, and again, and again. Akira had sent the message over and over. Kyo and Haruto stood at the front shaking, unable to contain their laughter. Turning redder and redder by the second.


    "Oi!" Akira marched with a flustered face towards them, "You think it''s funny?!" His voice boomed, spittle flying from his mouth as he spoke. He towered over the two men, using his height and muscles to intimidate them.


    "No... No sir." Kyo struggled to keep a straight face, struggling to maintain eye contact with the towering man.


    Despite his authoritative nature, Akira was an older man with a stereotypical understanding of modern technology. Akira looked down at his phone, repeatedly pressing the screen in frustration. "Why won¡¯t this thing work?!" He growled angrily. Haruto let out some muffled laughter, quickly turning into a cough when Akira''s head snapped towards him.


    "Idiots." Eren sighed from behind the ongoing scene.


    Akira''s head snapped to Eren like a dog catching a whiff of meat. His eyes zeroing in on the young man. "Something to add crusader Heart?!" Eren froze in place, caught off guard by the attention.


    "No sir."


    "Well, you can join these two jokesters then." Akira ordered as he tossed his phone aside, landing with a thud on the dirt floor. Kyo and Haruto are about to explode from holding back their laughter.


    "Whoops." Rika had fallen onto her hands and knees on the ground. Akira glanced down at her. "Rika, join these three as well. I''m sure they''d love your company." He spoke condescendingly.


    "Oh ah, sorry sir." Rika quickly responded, feigning embarrassment as she stood up. Akira''s face twitched with annoyance, "Move it!" Akira pointed to the line.


    The four lined up, side by side. Kyo and Haruto snickering quietly whilst Eren and Rika stood rigid, looking on at the forward. "You didn''t have to pretend to fall over. We''re big boys, we can look after ourselves." Eren whispered.


    "¡¯You¡¯ can look after yourself, but those two morons couldn''t save themselves if they tried." Rika retorted.


    "Alright." Akira regained his composure, addressing the four once more. "Read the quest, that will be your mission. GO!"


    ---


    Title: D-Dogs time trial.


    Received from: Guildmaster Akira.


    Gate: C-Rank


    Accept? Yes/No


    Aim: Clear the gate within 35 minutes of entering.


    Reward: 1,000 Exp.


    Note: Failure to complete this gate within the allotted time will result in 3 hours of endurance training.


    ---


    The four marched out of the courtyard, the pity and sympathy of their fellow guild members weighed on them.


    "Going first sucks." "I hear ya man." "Good luck guys!" Voices cheered from behind. Although, not too loud to alert the stern Guildmaster.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    Rika led the group through the stone path to the gate; it sat in small park, a 10-minute walk from the guild headquarters. In its own quaint, tucked away corner of the city. A small blue portal swirls in the centre, illuminating the ground around it with a pale light.


    A young woman stood next to it, looking intently at a tablet in her hand. Rika greeted the young woman, "Hi, Yui. You''re look as pretty as always." Yui looked up from her tablet and smiled politely.


    "Hello, Rika." Yui greeted the group warmly. She was a beautiful woman, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail, tiny in figure and dressed in a tight-fitting jumpsuit.


    "Are you four first?" She asked. Rika nodded, "Yup, those two idiots got us in trouble again."


    Yui had an important job in the D-Dogs, she was the resident administrator, Rank-B administrator. Whilst the class possessed no inherent combat abilities or special skills, it served has an information class. An in-built ability to access gate information, create quests and distribute items. A hard requirement to start and operate any guild.


    "Ready to go?" Yui asked. Everyone nodded; Yui tapped her tablet, opening a clock timer. "On my mark." She waited for everyone to prepare themselves.


    "Ready? Go!"


    Kyo and Haruto charged forward first, followed closely by Eren and Rika. They jumped into the swirling portal with gusto, and the world around them shifted from the small park to a wide-open clearing surrounded by trees.


    ---


    Dense trees and vegetation dotted the vast landscape. The air was cool and fresh, filled with the scent of pine and earth, untainted by the sounds of human life. It felt as if the world had just been created, untouched and pure. "Who¡¯s taking the lead?" Eren asked.


    "Me, I''ll take the lead." Kyo replied, taking off down the path ahead of them. The group followed with haste close behind. It was not long before they encountered their first enemy, a small pack of white wolves appeared out from behind the trees, slowly stalking towards them.


    "Get your weapons out." Kyo ordered, Drawing dual swords from his belt. Rika manifested two long water spears, Haruto equipped his staff, and Eren his great sword.


    Eren shot forward, Sword raised high above his head. Brought down in a powerful swing, slicing through the first wolf in one strike. Before the other wolves could react to their fallen comrade, they were met with the rest of the guild¡¯s relentless assault.


    Kyo quickly took down two wolves with dual slashes before continuing onwards. Haruto waved his staff, sending out a blast of energy that blew away several wolves, tearing their bodies apart on impact. Rika on the other hand, gracefully danced through the fray, piercing each wolf with her water spears as she passed them by.


    The final wolf was caught off guard by Eren''s quick attack; it tried to flee from the fight but was quickly cut down by the young crusader.


    "That''s the last of them." Eren stated. Rika nodded, "Yeah, let''s keep moving. I don''t need any more endurance training in my life."


    Kyo took point again, leading the group towards their next encounter. The quartet were making great time, the idea of additional endurance training faded from their minds as they quickly made their way through the forest.


    The path opened into a wide clearing with several wolves circling around a giant alpha wolf. The biggest of the pack, a giant mangy beast, its fur barren in places, teeth cracked and broken, bloodied by past battles. The giant wolf looked up to see the new intruders; its red eyes glowed with anger as it snarled at them.


    "What''s your call Kyo?" Haruto asked. Kyo grimaced, "The boss monster is going to be a pain in the ass. Eren you and Rika-" Before Kyo could finish his plan of attack, the alpha rushed forward towards Kyo. A crazed look in its eyes as it leapt towards the young man.


    "Kyo, move!" Rika shouted, but it was too late. The alpha landed on top of him, sending him flying backwards into a nearby tree. Kyo groaned in pain as the alpha pinned him down. Its massive claws pressing against his chest, the sheer force was enough to crack his ribs.


    Eren charged in from behind, cutting across the back of the wolf''s leg, forcing it to release its hold on Kyo.


    The alpha turned its attention to Eren, preparing to attack again, its massive body slamming against Eren''s own, pushing him off balance.


    Haruto moved to Kyo''s side, healing him. Meanwhile the alpha howled, commanding the smaller wolves to assist it in the fight. Rika moved forward to help Eren; She fired her spears into the group of wolves, killing a few but is quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of them.


    Eren dodged the alpha''s attack with a quick roll to the side. He could feel the wolf''s breath against his face as it snarled at him. Two smaller wolves appeared from behind, snapping at his legs. Eren quickly slashed at them, trying to keep them away from him. However, one managed to latch onto his ankle.


    A wave of water crashed against the small wolves, throwing them against the trees. Freeing Rika to help Eren fight the alpha wolf. Kyo stood up slowly, Haruto''s healing magic having healed his injuries.


    The Alpha charged once more towards Eren, Eren shifted to the side, dodging the wolf''s jaws. Slamming into the tree behind him. Rika attacks from behind, thrusting a water spear into the alpha''s left eye. It roared in pain, shaking its head wildly, blood and mucus flying everywhere.


    "Burning salve!" Haruto yelled, the alpha''s wound closing with intense heat, sizzling as the flesh healed over it.


    Rika held her ground, watching as the alpha turned to face her again. "Eren, finish it off now!" She screamed, striking at the wolf with her spears again. The alpha retaliated, smashing its body against hers, throwing her backwards into the trees.


    Eren used this chance to land a killing blow on the Alpha; He charged forward, leaping into the air with his great sword held high above his head. Bringing it down with force onto the wolf''s back, slashing clean through its spine, severing it in half. The alpha let out one final cry before falling limp. Its body lay lifeless, blood pouring from its wounds. The remaining wolves vanished into the dense forestry.


    The fight was over.


    "Quickly, we need to get back." Haruto called out as he rushed over to Kyo and Rika''s side. He began casting healing spells on them both, their injuries were extensive but nothing too severe.


    Rushing back towards the gate, time was running out. They needed to finish the quest fast or risk the wrath of Akira.


    As they exited the gate, they were greeted by a familiar face. The Ominous glare of Akira greeted them. Sizing up the group with a quick once over, his attention landed on Yui, standing by the gate, tablet in hand. "How much time?" Akira asked gruffly.


    "Exactly 30 minutes, sir." Yui replied, holding out her tablet for Akira to inspect. "I see, well done team." He nodded to them,


    "You have done the D-dogs proud." An ever so slight smile graced his stern face. "Enjoy the rest of your day off; You''ve earned it."


    Akira returned his attention back the other D-dogs, now lined after in groups of 5. "Next." He barked, the next group slowly walking forward.


    ---


    Haruto checked Kyo over for any signs of injury, "Are you alright?" Kyo winced as Haruto touched his ribs. "Yeah, I''m fine. Just bruised."


    "That was a crazy fight, didn''t think we would pull through with time to spare." Eren commented, putting his sword away.


    "Tell me about it, I can''t believe that stupid wolf pulled that cheap move on me." Kyo responded bitterly. "I was barely able to do anything; That damn wolf had my ass pinned down in seconds."


    Haruto chuckled, "Well, at least you''re alive. Now, who wants dinner?" Everyone nodded, following Haruto out of the courtyard towards the city centre.


    Kyo, Haruto and Rika chat away whilst Eren lagged. Something was wrong, he felt like he was being watched. Eren turned, nothing behind him but empty space.


    Turning back and looking at his reflection, he saw the black spectre staring back at him from behind. It was holding its skeletal hand out towards him. Eren spun around to confront the figure but found nothing there.


    "Is anyone there?" He called out.


    Silence greeted him, just as it had before. Eren sighed, shaking his head. ''What''s wrong with me? I''m seeing things now.'' Eren thought, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Running a hand through his hair, he let out another sigh before turning around and joining the others.


    He tried to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his mind, but it would not leave him alone.


    For a month now he felt it. Impending catastrophe.

 Chapter 0.4: The gates open

    Three months after the gate''s appearance, the world had begun to settle into a new routine. People were getting used to the new changes, making the most of their new powers and responsibilities.


    The father of it all, Endo sat in a darkened room, alone with his thoughts. Watching intently at several screens projected around him. His eyes scanned the screens, analysing each one carefully. Some displayed information about different gates, others showed news broadcasts from across the globe. Endo watched everything with an unreadable expression.


    "Sir." Agent Mori approached from the dark.


    "Agent Mori." Endo greeted him without looking up from the screens.


    "Have you decided on what to do with the crusader Eren Heart?" Agent Mori asked, keeping his distance from Endo.


    Endo didn''t respond right away; instead, he continued to stare at the screens in front of him. "Yes." He finally spoke after a long pause.


    "Remove him from this world." Agent Mori bowed and left the room without another word.


    ''He can''t be allowed to ruin everything we will build.'' Endo thought as his white eyes watched Eren''s image on the screen. ''You may have everyone else fooled, but not me.''


    <hr>


    Eren awoke suddenly, bolting upright from his bed. Sweat dripping from his forehead, his breathing ragged. Rika sat up next to him, looking concerned, "Eren, are you alright? You look pale." Eren didn''t respond, staring blankly ahead of him. Rika put her hand on his shoulder.


    "Hey." Eren blinked a few times, turning towards her.


    "Yeah, I¡¯m fine. Bad dream is all." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Rika moved closer, wrapping her arms around him comfortingly. "It''s okay. We''re safe." She whispered reassuringly.


    *Buzz**Buzz*


    Eren''s phone vibrated on the nightstand beside him; he grabbed it and turned it on, the screen lit up the room with its dim light. It was a message from Yui. A new quest has been received.


    ---


    Title: D-dogs prophet meting


    Received from: Yui.


    Gate: Unknown.


    Accept? Yes/No


    Description: Report to the unknown gate for a special mission from the prophet.


    Reward: Unknown.


    ---


    Eren was surprised by the quest; why would Yui send out a vague quest? Usually, they were rich in detail?


    "Let''s ignore it." Rika grumbled, laying back down and pulling the covers over herself.


    Eren shook his head, "We are going to get in trouble again if we don''t go."


    Rika mumbled something incoherent, burying her face into the pillow. "Come on you." Eren hoisted up his girlfriend over his shoulder, carrying her like a sack of potatoes towards the bathroom.


    After the hot shower woke the pair up, they changed into their matching D-dogs gear. A modest grey jumpsuit, it''s snug and flexible, fitting like a second skin. An emblem of a barking dog that looked more like a wolf.


    Heading down the stairs, the Heart household is already awake. Mr. Heart sitting at the table, enjoying a morning cup of coffee.


    "You two are up early." He commented, glancing at them from behind his newspaper. "Have somewhere to be?"


    "A new quest was sent out." Eren answered, grabbing a piece of toast from the plate in the centre of the table. "We''ll be back later." He added before taking a bite.


    Emi sprinted to the front door, blocking the pair. "Good morning, Onii-chan and Rika nee-Chan!" She shouted excitedly, jumping up and down.


    Eren knelt to her level, ruffling her hair. "Morning, little sister. You¡¯re up early too." Emi nodded eagerly. "Mhmmm, I wanted to walk to school with Onii-chan today." Eren smiled at her cute innocence.


    "Not today, we have work to do. You go ahead with Mom." He answered. Emi frowned, her face scrunching up with a displeased expression.


    "Eren never wants to spend time with me anymore." She whined, stamping her feet on the ground.


    Eren''s time had been sent training with the D-dogs for the past few months, meaning less time with his family. Emi has felt the absence the hardest, being so close with her older brother.


    ¡°I am sorry, Emi. How about we play later tonight when I get home?¡± Emi beamed brightly. ¡°Promise?¡± Eren nodded. "I promise. I''ll be home at 6:30." Emi held out her pinkie; Eren took his sister¡¯s pinkie with his.


    ¡°Pinky Promise.¡± Emi hugged him, ¡°Ok, see you later, Onii-chan.¡± Emi walked away, going back upstairs.


    "Take care sweety." Mrs. Heart kissed the top of her head as she walked by, "Remember to stay safe."


    Rika smiled warmly, "Bye, Emi." Emi waved goodbye from the top of the stairs before disappearing into her room.


    The couple arrived at the designated gate, a swirling green portal that had opened in a secluded park just outside the local area. A decent hike from their home.


    The morning air gave a slight chill, fogging up their breath as they exhaled. The ground was damp with dew, reflecting the rays of the sun as it rose higher into the sky.


    Kyo and Haruto stood waiting for them; Kyo stretched his arms above his head, letting out a yawn. "Took you two long enough." He smirked.


    "Are we the only ones here?" Eren asked, looking around. Haruto looked towards the gate. "No, I think the rest of the guild has arrived already." Akira approached them from the other side of the portal.


    Akira greeted the group warmly, "Good morning." His eyes glancing over the four, except for Eren. His gaze averting from the young crusader.


    "Let''s get going; Endo wants to see the progress of the D-dogs." Akira ordered before turning back towards the gate.


    Eren stopped mid-step; a feeling of dread washed over him. His body was screaming out, something was amiss.


    ''This gate feels different.''


    "What." Akira exclaimed suddenly, his eyes finally landing on Eren. He frowned deeply, "Something''s wrong. Let''s go back."


    His comrades had already entered the portal. Only Eren remained on the outside, hesitating. "I''m sorry." He heard Akira whisper before disappearing into the green swirling portal.


    Eren stood all alone, the streets empty and silent around him. His heartbeat was erratic, pounding against his chest painfully. "Why am I afraid?" He asked himself quietly.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    "I''m the top of the B-rank. This is just a normal gate, no different than the others." He tried to rationalize his fear, but it did little to quell the uneasiness in his heart.


    His eyes caught his reflection, the hooded spectre staring back at him. This time however, it had raised its finger towards the direction of the portal. Eren could feel its invisible gaze staring directly at him.


    "Follow..." An ethereal voice echoed through his mind, compelling him forward.


    Eren took a deep breath before stepping through the gate, the world shifted around him. Instead of a beautiful forest clearing, it opened into a large cave system, dimly lit by a handful of torches hanging on the walls. The distant sound of a man speaking guided Eren through the caverns.


    The voice grew louder with each cautious step, "You have all proven yourselves to be exceptional agents of my design. I am honoured to have you all serving under me." The voice echoed; his words carried by the cool air.


    Eren peeked around the corner; A large open room lay before him. Red flames danced in torches scattered throughout the room, casting a red hue across everything. White marbled floors and white columns decorated the space. D-Dogs lined up under a large platform, several steps high.


    "For you all to grow stronger, you must face evil in all its forms." Eren entered the room observing the D-dogs guild in a square formation; patiently listening to Endo speak. "For there is a great evil amongst us. An agent of chaos. A plague on humanity that must be removed."


    Eren moved along the wall towards a staircase, staying hidden from view. He could see everyone from his vantage point. However, Endo locks eyes with him.


    His voice rose, higher for the whole world to hear, "To grow as humans eradicate the chaos."


    "KILL EREN HEART!"


    The shock of Endo''s command rippled through the room, quickly turning into cries of confusion. "What? Kyo asked stunned.


    "Endo, what are you saying?" Haruto called out to Endo. He moved to climb the steps but was stopped by Agent Mori. The guild master Akira remained silent, staring solemnly ahead of him.


    Soldiers clad in white Armor with large black masks filled in from the cave entrance, blocking the exits. Some drew their swords and pointed them at the unsuspecting adventurers. Eren drew his sword, unsure of what to do next.


    "If you want to join the higher echelons of power. Then show me your resolve!" Endo commanded, his voice echoing off the walls. The room burst into chaos; Kyo and Haruto went on the defensive, using their skills to keep the soldiers at bay.


    Rika leapt up from the ground towards Eren. A pillar of water erupting beneath her, lifting her high into the air.


    The D-Dogs stood in confusion, except for those with white eyes. "Don''t move! Stay back!" Haruto shouted at them.


    "Why are you interfering with the prophets¡¯ orders?" One of the D-Dogs questioned. Rika dove towards Eren, sending a wave of water crashing against the incoming soldiers.


    Eren spun his sword, deflecting the strikes from one of the soldiers. The soldier was quick, moving forward with great speed, striking at him repeatedly. Their swords clashed against each other, sending sparks flying. Another guard flanked Eren, putting him on the defensive.


    "Water spears." Rika cried pinning two soldiers to the wall behind her. She reached out her hand towards another soldier, causing him to be engulfed in water and crushed against the wall. Eren struck down another guard, watching as they fell limp to the ground.


    "What did you do Eren?" Rika asked; she was breathless, her arms trembling from exhaustion. Eren looked back at her; his face contorted into a look of anger.


    "Me? I haven''t done anything! I don''t know what''s going on." He cried back.


    "End this." Endo ordered Agent Ota. "Of course, my prophet." Agent Ota unholstered a white pistol from his coat. Pointing it at Eren and Rika, without hesitation, fired off several rounds in quick succession.


    The first bullet tore through Eren''s shoulder, tearing apart muscle and bone. Blood sprayed from the wound, splattering across the floor. Eren screamed in agony, clutching at his arm desperately trying to stop the bleeding.


    "Eren!" Haruto cried out. Blasting the soldiers away, he and Kyo rushed to the aid of their friend. More guards Swarm Eren and Rika; They closed in on them from all sides, trapping them in place.


    ¡°Sto-Arggh.¡± Eren screamed as a sword pierced his abdomen. He fell forward onto the ground, his blood pooling beneath him.


    The sounds of fighting continued around him; the cries of his friends echoed in his ears. He could not see anything except the blurred figures moving around him.


    "You said this would be quick." Akira watched on in dismay.


    "It was you who trained your dog¡¯s well Akira. It will be over soon." Endo answered coldly, not even glancing at the man below him.


    Kyo burst through the lines of white eyed guards, stepping between Eren and the soldiers. His swords drawn in an offensive stance, glaring down the soldier that stabbed Eren. Haruto stumbled up next to Kyo, helping Rika with Eren''s body.


    "Eren. I need you to stay with me." Haruto pleaded as he held his hands over Eren''s wound, white light enveloping them both.


    "Why are you doing this!" Rika yelled angrily at Endo, her face red from rage. "Because you are a threat to everything we will build." Endo answered plainly, unflinching in the face of her wrath.


    "He hasn''t done anything!"


    "He will." Endo replied firmly.


    Ota drew closer aiming at the back of Haruto. Pulling the trigger with a quiet click. The bullet pierced through his chest, leaving behind a small hole as it exited out the other side. A large amount of blood pouring from the wound. Haruto let out a painful groan before falling limp on the ground. Rika rushed to his side, desperately trying to heal him, with her water magic. Anything to stop the bleeding.


    "Enough!" Akira roared, cutting off Ota''s line of fire. ¡°Is this really what you want, Akira?¡± Endo questioned calmly; his white eyes glowing.


    "No, I should have trusted my gut from the start. No bullshit about a prophecy."


    "Prophecy." Eren rasped, struggling to sit up, his wounds barley healed. "Eren, get out of here run!" Akira ordered, having just cleaved three of his guild members in half with his massive axe.


    Endo started to become increasingly worried at the sudden change in the situation. His soldiers slowly began to dwindle, no matter how many they brought. The guild was stronger than he had anticipated. Turning to his ace, Mori. "Finish this."


    "With pleasure." Mori leaped from the platform and landed next to Eren. Swinging a roundhouse kick into the young crusader''s face, knocking him to the ground.


    Mori dashed towards him, raising his sword high above his head. Bringing it down in a powerful slash, aiming for Eren''s throat.


    However, twin swords appeared blocking the fatal blow. Kyo stood over Eren, his body trembling with adrenaline and anger. Mori eyed the young man before pushing back against him. Kyo blocked the next strike, slashing at Mori''s chest. However, the agent blocked it with ease.


    "Go! Now!" Kyo ordered again, jumping away from Mori''s attack. Staggering to his feet, Eren did not hesitate this time. He stumbled past the ongoing fights towards one of the other exits in the room.


    A solider surprised Eren as they rush out of the shadows, stabbing their sword into his side. Eren cried out in pain, clutching at his wound.


    Another soldier approached from behind, thrusting their sword forward. Eren rolled to the side, more like a sloppy roll though. Narrowly avoiding the blow.


    He tried to stand up but collapsed, his strength fading quickly. Kyo threw one of his swords at Eren.


    Using the blade, he thrust it into the soldier¡¯s neck, piercing through their throat. Killing them instantly. Crimson poured down onto Eren, staining his clothes with blood.


    For a moment, the world went quiet; Eren looked up at Kyo, his eyes giving one last thank you.


    "I''m sorry." Kyo whispered under his breath, watching helplessly as Mori decapitated Kyo with a swift slash of his blade.


    "KYO!!" the faint cries of Rika echoed from behind.


    Kyo''s limp body crashed to the ground, his head rolling towards Eren. Blood still oozing from his neck, his lifeless eyes staring blankly into nothingness.


    Eren''s heart began to beat faster and harder, body temperature rising rapidly. A cold rage building within him. Eyes darting around the room like a cornered animal.


    Filled to the brim with rage, Eren used every ounce of his remaining willpower, charging at the lonely prophet, tackling him to the ground.


    Eren punched the defenceless prophet repeatedly. With each punch, Eren''s anger, pain, and despair poured out of him.


    ¡°You want to lead us all! Try doing that without your fucking eyes!¡± Eren roared, puncturing the prophets¡¯ milky white eyes, digging his thumbs into them.


    ¡°Aaaaahhh!¡± the prophet wailed in agony, desperately trying to remove Eren''s hands from his face.


    "It hurts! Stop it! Make it stop!" Endo pleaded between sobs, his body writhing beneath Eren''s grasp.


    Eren felt a sudden sharp pain radiate through his chest; looking down, Mori had thrust his sword into his heart. The cold pain was too much for Eren to handle. He collapsed onto the ground. Mori pulled the wailing Endo away, covering his bloody eyes.


    Eren lay still on the ground, watching the ceiling begin to spin.


    His eyes grew heavy, heart slowed, and the rhythmic beating lost its strength. The world around Eren starts to blur, each blink a monumental effort as darkness crept into the edges of his vision, the sounds of battle faded into a distant echo.


    He didn¡¯t think dying would be this peaceful.


    ¡°Eren.¡± a faint voice echoed. It was familiar, Rika rushed towards him, kneeling beside him. "Eren stay with me!"


    Tears fell on to him; cleaning off some of the blood split. She desperately tried to heal his wounds, but it was too late. Taking comfort in the gentle waves of her magic, Eren smiled once last time before closing his eyes. He let out a final breath as his life slipped away from him.


    ¡®I¡¯m Sorry.¡¯


    ¡®I¡¯m Sorry, Mum and Dad.¡¯


    His last thoughts of his dear sister. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Emi. I wish I could have been your strong brother.¡±

 Bonus chapter 0.5: A broken promise

    Emi arrived home from school, excited to finally spend some time with her brother. She had meticulously planned the night, first they¡¯ll play some games, watch some TV and then; Eren will read her some English books.


    She liked the way his voice sounded when he read her stories.


    Her mother greeted her, "Welcome home, sweetie." Emi smiled brightly at her, "Hi mummy. Where''s Onii-chan?"


    "He''s at work today, remember?" Her mother replied, frowning slightly at her daughter''s forgetfulness.


    Emi sighed, crestfallen that she would have to wait longer to play with Eren. "Why don''t you go play upstairs? I''ll call you when dinner is ready." Emi nodded, trudging upstairs to her room.


    The afternoon passed quickly for Emi, who sat alone playing her video games. Time passed by faster than she realized. Soon the sun began to set, painting the sky with warm hues of reds and oranges.


    "Emi!" Her mother called from downstairs. "Come down for dinner!" She answered back, "Ok!"


    The time was 6:20 pm, Eren should be home any minute now. She raced down the stairs to find her parents sitting at the table eating dinner.


    Her excitement reaching its peak. "Emi sit down, dinner is getting cold." Her father motioned towards the seat across from him. Emi sat down reluctantly, stealing a glance at the door.


    6:31, the door knob remained unmoved. No sign of Eren. Emi started to eat her food with chagrin, he promised.


    "Is Eren not coming home?" Emi asked, her parents glanced at each other before looking back at her. "I''m sure he''s just caught up at work." Her mother responded softly.


    "Yeah, he''ll be here soon." Her father reassured her, although his words were empty. As they shared a glance, among the many things they knew about their son, he was always tardy.


    6:40, 6:45, 6:50. Emi lost all hope in her brother, believing that she had been forgotten, again. Her dinner sat half eaten, pushing the food around the plate.


    "Why don''t you go have a bath honey?" Her mother suggested gently, reaching out and ruffling her hair. Emi nodded sullenly.


    "Ok, mom." She stood up from the table, dropping her fork onto the plate with a loud clatter. "How about I call him while you''re in the bath? It''ll be alright." Her father smiled reassuringly, trying to hide the uneasiness behind it.


    7:20, The phone rang, and rang. No one answered. Emi stepped out of the bathroom in her pink pajamas, holding her towel in hand. She dried her hair whilst walking towards her room, stopping by the stairs when she heard a conversation happening downstairs.


    "Where is he? He would call if something came up, right?" Her mother''s voice was shaking, her words filled with worry. "Maybe we should call the police." Her father spoke with equal concern.


    A chill ran down her spine; Emi could feel the dread settle in the pit of her stomach. Tears started to well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She desperately wanted to be reassured that Eren was safe, that nothing had happened to him.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Emi sprinted to her mother''s side, hugging her tightly.


    7:50, The door was yet to be opened. Emi sat, staring at the entrance with baited breath, waiting for her brother to walk through it. Her heart pounding against her chest, her body trembling.


    ''He promised.'' She repeated in her mind over and over.


    Mr. Heart was on the phone talking to someone, anyone who might know where his son might be. Whilst Mrs. Heart, held Emi close, stroking her hair softly. "It''ll be ok sweetie, Eren will be home soon." Emi nodded slightly, but her mind was elsewhere.


    8:00, "All right, I''ll go the guild and see what''s happening." Mr. Heart spoke into the phone before hanging up. He walked towards the front door, pulling on his jacket.


    "Do you want me to come with you?" Mrs. Heart asked as she stood up from the couch, letting Emi go. Mr. Heart shook his head.


    "No, stay here just in case he comes back."


    "Emi stay here with your mother, help her out while I''m gone." Emi nodded weakly, her head hanging low.


    He turned back towards the door and stepped out into the night.


    A strong breeze blew through the empty street; the clouds were dark, and the air felt heavy. Mr. Heart pulled his jacket tighter around him as he walked briskly towards the guild.


    As he turned the corner, two shadows approached him. His spirt went up immediately. The first one he recognized was Rika.


    However, Mr. Hearts spirts dissolved quickly after seeing the state of the two. She looked distraught and shaken. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, her clothes were tattered and stained with blood.


    The other shadow was Akira, but something seemed different about him. He carried a large axe over his shoulder, its blade coated in blood. His eyes were lifeless, unreadable.


    "Rika, where is Eren?" He asked tentatively.


    8:05, The door rattled.


    "Eren''s home!" Emi sprinted to the front door, standing on her tippy toes. Excitement welled up inside of her; the past hour of worry gone, replaced by her love for her brother.


    "Onii-chan! You''re late!" She shouted eagerly. However, when she opened the door, the face staring back at her was not her brother.


    Mr. Heart walked in, his expression grim and cold. He didn''t meet Emi''s eyes as she looked up at him expectantly. She smiled happily, thinking that everything was fine now. Her big brother had come home safe.


    "Daddy, where is Onii-chan?" He kept silent, walking straight past her towards Mrs. Heart who was standing behind her.


    "Where''s Eren? What happened...Please tell me he''s okay." Mrs. Heat''s voice cracked, tears rolling down her cheeks. Mr. Heart pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Emi stared at them, confused by their behaviour. "I''m sorry." His words were soft and broken.


    Rika and Akira followed him inside, standing by the doorway silently. The pair wore matching expressions of despair and sadness. "Rika, where is Eren?"


    Rika couldn''t hold it in any longer; her composure crumbled, and she broke down crying. "I''m sorry, I''m so sorry." She sobbed uncontrollably.


    Akira grabbed her shoulders gently, "It''s not your fault, you did everything you could." He turned to Emi, kneeling to her level. "I''m sorry little one. We did everything we could." He placed his hand on her head, rubbing it gently.


    "Where is Onii-chan?" She asked again, fear starting to take root.


    "He''s gone. Your brother won''t be coming back." Mr. Heart answered bluntly, but still refusing to look at his daughter.


    "But, but. He promised." She whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. "You''re lying! He is going to walk in!" She shouted at them, tears spilling from her eyes. Rika embraced her, holding her close to her chest. "No, No! My brother is coming, you liar!" Breaking free Emi sprinted towards the front door. Running down the street, calling out for Eren.


    "Eren! Eren... please, you promised. Come back. Please. You can''t leave me alone." She cried out between sobs, stumbling as she ran. Mr. and Mrs. Heart caught up to her quickly, picking her up from the ground. They both held onto their daughter tightly. Holding her in a tight embrace.


    A link of sorrow between the three; a loss of equal measure.

 Chapter 1: Awakening

    <h2>Arc 1: Reaper training</h2>


    <hr>


    Eren awoke from a dreamless sleep; His vision was blurry at first but soon began to focus. A warm breeze blew across his face, ruffling his hair gently. Laying on a grassy hillside overlooking a vast valley below him, that went on for eternity, blending into the orange sunset.


    No injuries remained on his body; all traces of the fight had been erased. In their place, a calm feeling washed over him, relaxing his muscles, and soothing his mind.


    ''Am I dead?'' Eren asked himself as he sat up slowly. Taking in the scenery around him, this place was ripped straight out of his dreams. It was peaceful, serene, perfect. There was no pain or suffering, only tranquillity.


    "Eren!" A familiar voice called from the distance. Turning his head towards the source,


    "Kyo?" His eyes widened at the sight before him.


    Kyo stood smiling widely at him. He looked just as Eren remembered, evidence of his demise absent from his body. His clothes were clean, without a single stain of blood on them.


    Eren ran towards him, his heart racing with excitement.


    "Kyo!" He shouted excitedly. Wrapping his arms around him tightly, squeezing him as hard as he could. The hug was returned in kind, both men laughing and smiling.


    "I''m so glad you''re alright!" Eren exclaimed, releasing Kyo from his grasp. "Yeah, you too." Kyo replied, placing his hand on Eren''s shoulder. "Where are we?" Eren asked, turning back towards the scenery in front of them.


    "I''m not sure exactly, but it feels good to be here." Kyo admitted, looking at the sky above them. "Everything feels...Right, ya know?" Eren nodded in agreement.


    ¡°Do you think this is the afterlife?" He asked, glancing at Kyo from the corner of his eye.


    "No idea." Kyo shrugged, "Wait. Haruto and Rika." He turned back towards the hills behind them. "There not here... are they safe?" Kyo asked worriedly. Eren smiled reassuringly, "I think so."


    "What makes you say that?" "Instinct. I can feel it in my gut." Kyo nodded, still looking slightly worried.


    "Come on, let''s explore this place." He began walking down the hillside towards the valley below.


    <hr>


    Whilst the pair walked, a looming shadow appeared on the horizon, growing larger with each step they took. Expansive wings began to form, spanning far above them, casting an ominous shadow. It landed gracefully in front of them, still bathed in shadow.


    "Welcome." The figure greeted them warmly, stepping forward into the light.


    A man with golden locks stood before them, clothed in a black suit and a dark red tie with fiery red accents. His skin was fair and smooth, like marble stone. He had emerald eyes that shone brightly with power.


    "Hello..." Kyo greeted him warily, looking over the figure carefully. "Who are you?" The man smiled at Eren kindly. "I am Lucifer..." Lucifer paused, lifting his hands into the air dramatically. "Welcome to the afterlife."


    "Wait, Lucifer as in the devil-"


    "Shush, that is just a human interpretation, a long story that is both awe-inspiring and-" Lucifer paused mid-sentence. His eyes focusing intently on Eren''s face, studying it carefully.


    "You." His voice seemed to echo, bouncing off the walls of Eren''s mind. A feeling of d¨¦j¨¤ vu washed over him.


    "Let me look at you." Lucifer stepped forward, placing his hands on Eren''s shoulder. He examined every inch of Eren''s face, smooshing his cheeks together, squinting his eyes as if looking for something specific.


    "Have we meet before?" Eren asked quietly, uncomfortable with the sudden proximity between them.


    Lucifer was silent for a moment before replying, "Now ¡®that is¡¯ a long story." He released his cheeks, a hint of sadness in his eyes.


    "Now, come with me." Snapping back to his cheerful self. Suddenly, grabbing the pair, wings spread from his back and carried them into the sky. Soaring through the endless orange void.


    "What the hell!" Kyo yelled as they ascended into the clouds, struggling against the grip on his arm. Eren held onto Lucifer''s arm tightly, trying not to fall. The air whipped around them, sending their hair flailing wildly behind them.


    "Hold on." Lucifer whispered as he swooped down, diving straight towards the ground below.


    "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The pair screamed as they plummeted towards the earth. A black void opened beneath them, swallowing them whole. The orange sky vanishing from view, darkness encasing them.


    The world shifted around them, twisting, and turning as they were transported through the darkness. Finally emerging into another world, this one however, was vastly different.


    The temperature is far colder than the grassy field, the atmosphere is gloomy. It is a decrepit landscape with no colour; the sky is overcast, and there are no grass coverings, only an ashen sandy ground that stretches on over unending dunes. A land of death.


    Lucifer floated down, releasing his grip on the pair''s arms. He landed gracefully onto the barren earth below, followed by Kyo and Eren landing next to him. Both fell forward onto their knees, gasping for air. Their lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. "What the hell was that!" Kyo yelled at Lucifer.


    "My, aren''t you a feisty little mortal?" Lucifer remarked, leaning in closer to him, grinning mischievously.


    "What do you want from us?" Eren asked calmly. Lucifer stepped away from Kyo, focusing his attention on Eren. "It¡¯s what ¡®we¡¯ want from you, my dear Eren Heart." He replied, smiling devilishly.


    "We?" Eren repeated, eyebrow raised in confusion.


    "Come along now, we have such sights to show you." Lucifer waved them over, as he began walking across the barren landscape with an almost schoolgirl like skip in his step.


    Kyo and Eren shared a look of uncertainty before following him.


    <hr>


    They travelled for a short while before coming across a long line of people, stretching as far as the eye could see. However, these humans were different from normal humans, they had pale skin and deep eyes. Some missing limbs, others completely disfigured.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    They seemed to have come from all different walks of life. Men, women, children, even some form of monsters, such as goblins and elves. All of them wore matching expressions of sorrow and despair.


    "Are those... spirits?" Kyo asked quietly, looking over the crowd with apprehension. "Indeed," Lucifer replied, his tone almost proud.


    "These are the souls awaiting their turn to be processed." He answered, motioning for the pair to follow him. They walked alongside the sea of souls towards a colossal temple, looming ominously over the bleak landscape. Its walls were built from black marble stone, decorated with intricate designs and symbols. At the entrance stood several pillars, blazers engulfed in white flames.


    "This is Death''s temple. Where the souls are processed and sent onwards to their next life." Lucifer explained as they approached the large stone doors.


    ¡°So, who was right?¡± Eren inquired.


    ¡°Who was what?¡± Lucifer answered back a little bit perplexed.


    ¡°Which religion was right? Christianity, Hinduism, Judaism?¡±


    ¡°None. Well. Bits and pieces spread across all religions. An explanation for another time. Come we have much to see.¡± Lucifer really wasn¡¯t interested in dumping the ins and outs of the afterlife to two new arrivals. A story for another time


    Two guards stood on either side of a large temple door, clad in full black armour. Their helmets covered their entire faces, leaving only their eyes exposed.


    "Hello." Lucifer greeted with vigour, flashing them a dazzling smile. The guards turned to him, staring at him blankly for a moment before looking away, dismissing him entirely.


    "Oh, come now, don''t be like that. I''m just here to deliver these two gentlemen to our Lord and Master." Lucifer waved his hand dramatically at Eren and Kyo, emphasizing their presence.


    The guard raised its hand, pointing at the door behind it. "Thanks." Lucifer grinned happily, before walking past the guards and pushing open the doors.


    The interior of the temple was equally as grandiose as the exterior. However, whilst the exterior was of dark and gothic design the interior was more in line with modern design. White marble floors, polished to perfection. Large columns supported the massive dome shaped ceiling. In the centre of the room, the line that stretched outside began to split up into different pathways. With the smaller lines leading up a large spiral, not visible from the outside


    Eren and Kyo had seen many wonders in their time on earth. However, nothing compared to this place. Everything felt ancient beyond comprehension, radiating with power.


    "Eren..." An otherworldly voice resonated throughout the room. The entire building seemed to tremble under its weight.


    From a black shadow, emerged a tall slender figure. Its body wrapped in a dark robe, obscuring any form beneath it. Only the endless abyss could be seen within the hood. The only physical features that were visible was two burning white eyes, staring back at Eren.


    "Welcome, Eren Heart." It spoke again, the same echoing voice that rang in Eren''s mind.


    "Who... who are you?" Kyo asked, his voice barely above a whisper.


    "I am known by many names, Death, Lord of souls, King of shadows, Azazel."


    Eren and Kyo remained silent, unable to find the words to speak. Their minds racing with a thousand questions.


    "I''ve...been watching you Eren, for some time now." The being spoke slowly, its words weighted with purpose. "Why me? Why did you send me to my death? Why not anyone else?" Eren questioned, finding his voice once more.


    The figure seemed to consider Eren''s question for a moment before answering, "Follow..." Suddenly, a shadow enveloped them, transporting them from the temple to the outside.


    Reappearing atop a cliff, overlooking a black ocean. The waves crashed below them violently, white foam lapping against the dark rocks. Despite the eerie atmosphere the ocean brought, it was oddly soothing.


    "Your death, was a construct of fate." Death began, turning to look out at the horizon. "Fate!? What is that supposed to mean?" Eren interjected, angered by the cryptic answer.


    Death seemed to ponder before answering, "Another time." Death replied calmly. "For now, let me offer you a choice, Eren Heart." Death¡¯s voice became clearer, no longer reverberating within Eren''s mind.


    "A choice? What kind?" Eren asked cautiously. A being of death; offering a choice is not to be taken lightly.


    "I would like to offer you the chance to be reborn, a second chance at life." Death spoke with great purpose.


    Eren took a seat on the cliffs edge, mulling over his options. ''Rebirth?'' He looked out over the vast ocean. A gentle breeze blowing through his hair.


    ''Another chance at life...to be with my family again.'' His heart ached at the thought of them. "What are my choices?" He asked quietly, turning his gaze back to Death.


    "You have two options, either continue on to the afterlife and rest for eternity, or be reborn as a reaper, to serve under me. Serve as my will beyond this realm." Death explained, sitting down next to him.


    "What would I have to do?"


    "All worlds require a balance of life and death; your duty as a reaper would be to maintain that balance. Bringing death to those who avoid the inevitable..." Eren grimaced at the thought of taking more lives.


    The slashing of those soldiers, flesh tearing through his blade still fresh in his mind. Never taken a life before; self-defence it was, it still was at the back of his mind.


    "... And to bring life to those that need it most." Death added, a small ethereal bird landed on his finger, chirping happily. Eren stared at the little creature with curiosity. "Life is one balancing act after another, for there is darkness within the light, and light within the darkness." Death released the bird from his finger, allowing it to fly away.


    "What about Kyo?" Eren asked, glancing over at his friend who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, watching them silently.


    "Only one can become a reaper. Kyo¡¯s death was an unfortunate consequence of those who upset the balance."


    Eren looked back over the ocean, watching the waves crash against the cliffs below.


    "And if I decline?" Death stood up from his seat, turning towards him. "Then you will join him in eternal rest, amongst the souls." Death held out his hand towards Eren, beckoning him to take it.


    Eren paused for a moment, contemplating his choices carefully. ''Another chance at life...''


    Eren looked down at beach below. His eye''s softened, a little girl with raven hair skipped through the black sand, happily humming to herself. The small child turned her head towards Eren, staring directly at him.


    A joyous smile with a couple of missing teeth plastered across her face. Seeing her, it is a part of Eren that wishes to return to his family. To be reunited with his sister once more. To hold her in his arms again. To apologize for leaving her.


    "Fine, I''ll be your reaper then." He agreed finally. Taking Deaths hand, pulling himself up. "Very well, Eren Heart. If you will-"


    "But... there are some conditions." Eren interrupted him.


    Death stared at him for a moment before nodding his head slightly.


    "One: If Kyo can''t be brought back, then I want him sent to the highest level of paradise."


    Death nodded slowly, "Kyo had sacrificed his life for yours, for that act of valour and bravery he would have been granted your request regardless."


    A tear trickled down Kyo''s face, touched by Eren''s kindness.


    "And two: The same deal applies to my friends and family when they pass. Three: Their lives, untouched by the shadows I¡¯m about to embrace, that¡¯s my final condition."


    "Your terms are acceptable, Eren Heart." Death agreed.


    "Lucifer..." Death''s voice called out to him. The blonde reaper had spent the entire time twirling his hair in self-amusement.


    "Show Kyo the way home." Lucifer stood up, striding over to them. "Of course, my lord. It would be my pleasure." Lucifer extended his hand''s towards Kyo and Eren.


    Flying them back to the temple.


    Death remained by the cliff watching the waves ebb and flow against the rocks. Deep in thought.


    <hr>


    The flight was silent for the most part, Kyo struggling to keep himself balanced whilst holding onto Lucifer''s hand. The winds threatened to blow him away at any moment.


    But most of all, Eren could not stop thinking about the choice he made. ''Another chance at life...'' He glanced over at Kyo, smiling weakly.


    "Thanks." He spoke softly, barely audible over the wind.


    Arriving at the temple, at the base of a huge swirling blue gate that stood before them. "This is as far you can go Eren." Lucifer halted Eren with his hand.


    Kyo steeped towards Eren and held out his hand towards him. "Good luck, buddy." Eren shook it firmly, wrapping his free arm around him tightly.


    "Take care of yourself, ok?" Eren whispered into his ear.


    "Don''t worry about me; you keep yourself safe alright? And if you see my parents and Haruto again, tell them I love them." Kyo smiled warmly, letting go of Eren''s hand.


    "We will meet again." Kyo reassured Eren, tears welling up in his eyes.


    The Blue gate glowed brighter, engulfing Kyo in a blinding light.


    "Goodbye, my friend." Eren whispered softly as the light vanished, leaving only Lucifer and him behind.


    Lucifer grabbed Eren''s shoulder, not allowing him any time to process what had happened. "Your mine now." He grinned deviously, dragging him away from the gate.


    He now belonged to the realm of death. A final act of humanity.

 Chapter 2: Reaper training

    Eren and Lucifer trekked across the ashen landscape, Lucifer had a skip in his step. As if he was an eager school girl, ready to tell her friends about her latest crush. His blonde hair flowed elegantly behind him, swaying with every step.


    Eren on the other hand trudged behind him, struggling to keep up with his pace. The ground was soft beneath his feet, like walking through wet sand. A faint wind blew past them, carrying with it a bitter scent.


    The pair arrived at a grandiose arena, complete with stone pillars and arched entranceways. White concrete walls lined with veins of gold, intricately carved with archaic symbols. Although the white colour of the stone was faded, cracked, and chipped away in many places, it stood out like a sore thumb in the ashen wasteland. As if it was taken from another place, another time.


    Lucifer strode confidently towards the centre of the arena, gesturing for Eren to follow him. The white sand harder here, crunched beneath his feet as they walked.


    "So, this is where I''ll be training?" Eren asked, breaking the silence. Lucifer smiled proudly,


    "This is it! Pretty impressive, isn''t it? Many reapers have come through here. Their blood spilt upon these sands." His eyes sparkled with excitement, his voice brimming with passion.


    "It looks like a dump." Eren stated plainly, unimpressed by the arena. The interior is as decayed as the exterior, red sand covered the stone stands, the walls cracked and faded.


    "I call it personality." Lucifer countered confidently, ignoring Eren''s disinterested tone.


    "My dear Eren, you are in for a treat... For I Lucifer, shall be your trainer. Your teacher. Your MASTER." Lucifer proclaimed proudly, particularly emphasizing the last word. He took off his coat and tossed it aside.


    "What? Why?" Eren asked incredulously. Lucifer seemed surprised by the question, tilting his head to the side. "Don''t worry; I don''t bite. Well, that¡¯s a lie..." He corrected himself quickly, flashing a devilish wink.


    Before Eren could respond to the reaper¡¯s innuendo, he charged at him. Knocking him flat on his back, pinning him down with a firm hand. "Get off me!" Eren yelled angrily, struggling to free himself from the reapers grip.


    But Lucifer refused to budge, not even moving an inch.


    "Eh, feisty. I like that." A sadistic smile, amused by Eren''s resistance.


    "I said get the fuck off- Euph." Lucifer had placed an oddly shaped ¡®fruit¡¯ into Eren''s mouth. The taste was revolting, a mix of sour, tangy, soft, and hairy. Like a wet ball of fuzz. Eren could almost swear it wiggled down his throat, rather than sliding down.


    "Wha... What the fuck is this!" Eren gagged, frantically wiping his tongue with his hands. Trying to remove the disgusting sensation.


    "It will help with your transformation; you''ll thank me later." Lucifer explained cheerfully.


    "I want another trainer." Eren spat, grimacing at the taste in his mouth. Lucifer stood up and pouted, putting his hand on his hips. "How rude, I''m the best of the best. The cr¨¨me de la cr¨¨me." Lucifer boasted, placing a hand over his chest dramatically.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    "I thought you were going to teach me how to fight. Not flirt with me and stick weird things down my throat." Eren snapped back, standing up and dusting himself off.


    Lucifer raised his eyebrow, smiling curiously. "Aren''t we a little bit impatient? It''s only the first day, dear Eren."


    "No screw this I will go ask one of the other reapers." Eren turned around to leave.


    A sudden gust of wind rushed towards Eren, without thinking Eren grabbed Lucifers shin, mere inches from his temple. "You will not leave this arena until I say so." Lucifer spoke in a darker tone, the mask of flamboyance and joviality dropped completely. His narrowed eyes burning with cold fury.


    <hr>


    Lucifer withdrew his foot quickly, spinning around and performing a roundhouse kick to Eren''s head.


    Once again, Eren blocked it instinctively, without even realizing it. His mind felt hazy, filled with adrenaline and anticipation. Lucifer launched a flurry of kicks at him, each one getting progressively faster and harder.


    The speed eventually caught up with Eren''s defences, a direct blow into his torso; A loud crunching noise rang out as the kick connected with Eren''s ribcage. Eren''s body was thrown back several meters by the force of the attack. His feet kicking up clouds of dust as he slid across the sand.


    "Ughh!" Eren let out a strangled gasp, clutching at his side. He rolled over onto his stomach, spitting out blood onto the ground.


    The blonde reaper''s expression returned to its usual playful demeanour, "I must say, you have a strong survival instinct. A perfect starting point. A sculpture I can¡­ mould." Nearly bitting his lip off, head a buzz with crude thoughts


    Eren spat out another mouthful of blood, wincing in pain as the bitter taste filled his mouth. "Yeah..." He groaned weakly, struggling to stand up. "You know you remind me of my younger self, bold, brash and sexy..." Lucifer giggled playfully as he continued to talk about himself.


    With regained breath, Eren charged at Lucifer, determined to land a single hit on the self-absorbed reaper. However, Lucifer effortlessly caught his fist in his palm. "Ah-ah-ah." Lucifer wagged his finger disapprovingly.


    "Didn''t your mother ever teach you it''s rude to interrupt-" Eren threw another punch at him, aiming for his smug face. Only for Lucifer to dodge it effortlessly, ducking beneath the attack.


    "My, my... Someone is getting feisty." Lucifer purred, stepping away effortlessly. "I like it when you take control."


    "Stopping saying that stuff" Eren growled flustered once again, throwing several more punches at Lucifer. Each one parried with ease. His punches were a plea for seriousness, a purpose not just a playful wrestle.


    As the punches rolled on Eren noticed something, Lucifer¡¯s left side was starting to slow down. ''An opening.'' Eren thought to himself, taking advantage of the momentary gap in defence.


    He aimed for Lucifer''s face, connecting a clean hit straight into his jaw.


    Lucifer stepped back, stunned by the blow. "You, hit me." He touched his cheek gingerly, rubbing the spot where Eren had struck him.


    Eren smiled triumphantly, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. It felt good to shut the reaper up-


    "Oh my god, you actually hit me!" Lucifer squealed excitedly, bouncing around like a school girl who had just gotten her favourite idol''s autograph.


    "You are everything I thought you would be and more Eren Heart." Lucifer flashed him a devilish smile, "Let''s end that there for today, it''s been a big day" He continued.


    Eren relaxed his stance, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. He was already tired, bruised and in pain. His whole body ached from the abuse Lucifer put him through.


    "Thank you... for teaching me." He muttered quietly, averting his eyes from the reaper.


    Lucifer suddenly appeared behind Eren, whispering into his ear. "Nighty night, Eren." With a quick jab to his neck, knocking him out instantly. Lucifer caught his limp body in his arms, gently lowering him onto the ground.


    "Sleep well, my little dove."

 Chapter 3: Reaper training - Malphas

    Day 2:


    Eren awoke from his sleep feeling refreshed and alert, the taste of Lucifer''s weird fruit in his mouth had subsided. He sat up slowly, still a little bit tender. His ribs ached from the hit, however there was no evidence of any broken bones or swelling. ''Another mystery of this place.''


    "You look so peaceful when you sleep, little dove." The familiar voice broke the silence of the arena. Lucifer sat on a lawn chair, as if he was enjoying the morning sun. As if there would ever be sun in the land of the dead.


    "Are you ready to continue? We have lots to accomplish today." Lucifer grinned at him mischievously.


    Eren nodded silently, climbing to his feet, and stretching out his muscles. Lucifer strutted over to him, stopping a few meters away. "Let''s continue where we left off yesterday, I want you to try and hit me again."


    Eren stepped forward and took up a fighting stance, right foot forward, left foot back, arms raised in front of his chest. ''This is going to be painful.'' Eren thought to himself as Lucifer dashed towards him.


    A punch at the reapers head, aiming for his nose. However, Lucifer caught it easily, throwing his balance off. He threw a kick at Lucifer''s leg, hoping to trip him up. The blonde reaper jumped over it effortlessly, kneeing Eren in the face.


    Eren''s nose cracked loudly; broken, blood dripping from his nostrils, bent a little side-ways.


    ''Damn it.'' He cursed inwardly, stumbling back. Lucifer kept advancing, not giving him a chance to recover. Lucifer jabbed once more this time, Eren was prepared. He blocked the attack, deflecting it to the side. Countering with his own flurry of attacks, forcing Lucifer back.


    Unlike yesterday''s fight, Eren was able to connect with Lucifer''s nose. Sending him reeling back in pain. "Good, the fruit is starting to take effect." Lucifer smirked, wiping the blood from his nose.


    The taste of the weird fruit returned, filling Eren''s mouth. "What did you feed me?" Eren questioned, pushing down that nauseating feeling.


    "It''s called the reaper fruit, only lord death can pronounce it''s true name. Rather than give strength to the body, it allows you to grow stronger through combat with an experienced opponent. Or in other words; Anything I can do you can do better. And baby, I''m perfect." Lucifer sang happily as he twirled around.


    Eren sighed heavily, this is going to be a long journey. "Again." Lucifer smiled, charging at him once more.


    <hr>


    Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks. Eren''s training was progressing smoothly, every day was a new challenge brought forth by Lucifer. Often it would be some form of sparring, he and Lucifer would do battle with each other for hours.


    Some days it would be martials arts of some sort, other days it would involve weapons. Swords, daggers, spears, staffs, axes, hammers. They all were tried, even a gun at one point.


    And if it weren''t sparring, it was testing his endurance. Lucifer had him run laps around the arena, swimming in the black ocean, lifting weights and all sorts of other torturous exercises. Lucifer even insisted he take off his shirt, Eren didn''t understand the reasoning for that nor did he question it.


    Something about experience channelling better with skin-to-skin contact


    With each day he stood a little bit taller, pushing a little bit harder. Finding previously difficult techniques becoming that much simpler.


    Day 25:


    "Perfect, do it again." Lucifer instructed. Eren held a black dagger in his hand, its blade coated in fresh blood. He swung it at Lucifer, who parried it easily. "Wrong, try again." Lucifer critiqued him, slapping the back of his head.


    Eren grunted in annoyance, but obeyed without complaint.


    Although, he has grown in such a short period of time. He still lacked the polish of his mentor.


    Eren gritted his teeth, swinging the blade at Lucifer''s chest. Lucifer sidestepped, catching his arm in the process. Eren used his free arm too jab Lucifer in the throat, forcing him to release his grip.


    "You are improving, my little dove." Lucifer purred, massaging his neck. ¡°Remember that variety is the spice of life.¡±


    "Next, we will do-" Before he could finish his sentence, the air around them changed. It was tense and electric. The sky above began to change, darkening and swirling with shadows.


    "Ughh...He''s here." Lucifer groaned, slumping his shoulders. A figure descended from the clouds, shrouded in black shadows. Its presence alone was enough to make even Lucifer wary.


    It landed softly on the ground, its wings dissipating into the air. The figure wore a neatly pressed black suit, and red tie. His skin was as pale as porcelain, and his eyes were cold and soulless; A full head of black hair gelled back, exposing his angular features. A lanky man with a menacing aura.


    "Lucifer." The figure spoke, his voice smooth like silk, yet as cold as ice. "Malphas... What brings you here?" Lucifer replied nervously, shifting uncomfortably in place.


    Malphas'' eyes wandered around the arena, before falling on Eren. Sneering at the young reaper with disdain. His face resembled that of a skull, his features gaunt and sunken. With little white dots to illuminate his eyes. "Is this the one?" He asked curtly, walking towards Eren.


    "Yes, he is the one, now would you please leave? We are in the middle of training here." Lucifer tried to explain, however Malphas ignored him completely.


    "Lucifer the fool, always looking for an excuse to bring in a new toy."


    Eren held his tongue as the tall man circled around him, watching his every movement. Malphas sniffed the air like a predator would do to its prey, closing his eyes and focusing. Eren resisted the urge to tell the reaper to piss off.


    "Pathetic." Malphas spat, opening his eyes once more. The blank voids filled with emotionless disgust.


    Kicking Eren with a surprise attack to his knee, sending him crashing to the ground.


    Eren hissed in pain, clutching his knee. Gritting his teeth as the pain began to fade.


    "How could Lord Azazel possibly allow a lowly creature like you to become a reaper? It''s... ridiculous." Malphas mocked him, placing his foot on Eren''s shoulder, pushing him down into the dirt.


    "Leave!" Lucifer ordered, charging at Malphas knocking him off Eren.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


    "He is mine to train, not yours to torment!" Lucifer roared furiously. "If he cannot handle the likes of me, then there is no hope for him." Malphas pushed him away, straightening his suit.


    "Begone Lucifer, I will handle the boy."


    Lucifer stood in consternation, unsure what to do. He looked back at Eren, who was standing up and glaring daggers at Malphas. However, an idea had struck him. Lucifer leaned down to Eren, handing him his dagger. "Survive against him, my little dove." He whispered into Eren''s ear, before stepping back, unveiling his wings, and taking flight into the air.


    Malphas stared down at Eren, unfazed by Lucifer''s display.


    "To think Lord Azazel would waste such valuable resources on a brat like you. Unfortunate-" Eren dashed towards Malphas, swinging the blade at him. Malphas sidestepped, throwing a punch at Eren''s head. The immense power behind the blow surprised Eren, such a thin man hiding that much strength.


    Eren rolled away, jumping to his feet, and raising the blade again. Malphas glanced down at the dagger with contempt, "Is that all?" Eren mocked him, an enraging smile on his face. Malphas cracked his neck from side to side, before charging at Eren. He threw another punch at Eren, who deflected it with the dagger.


    Malphas slaps Eren across the face with an open palm, sending him stumbling back. A thin line of blood dripped from the cut on his cheek, staining the white sand.


    "You fight like a little girl." Eren snarled through clenched teeth. Malphas raised his eyebrow in surprise. "Little girl? Childish insults and bravado. Do you mock me human?" Eren didn''t answer, instead delivering a headbutt to Malphas'' nose.


    *Thump*


    Malphas took a step back, wiping the blood from his nose. "Oh, it seems you aren''t entirely incompetent after all." Malphas remarked dryly, as if he was irritated by the very fact.


    Eren swung the blade at Malphas'' throat, aiming for his neck. But Malphas blocked it effortlessly, kicking Eren''s legs out from under him. Knocking him to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.


    Eren swung with an uppercut to his jaw, Malphas evaded. Eren swung again and again, with each blow going faster and harder. Eren''s training with Lucifer was paying off, his body had become more durable and stronger. His attacks landed against Malphas'' defence, creating an opening. Eren jabbed the dagger into Malphas'' stomach, piercing through his skin.


    Malphas stumbled back, clutching his wound. The blood poured freely from the deep cut, staining his pristine suit.


    "This...Boy!" His face contorts into a grimace. "Enough of this game." Malphas reached behind him, withdrawing a black curved dagger. Dwarfing Eren''s own.


    Malphas lunged at him, thrusting the blade towards his chest. Eren parried the blow, however Malphas managed to slash Eren across the shoulder, cutting through the fabric of his shirt. Eren hissed in pain, moving away from the oncoming attack.


    The blades sleek, curved design shone brightly, despite the faint light of the cloudy sky. Malphas zipped forward, too fast for Eren''s eyes to follow. Cutting a gash across his thigh. Eren growled in frustration, leaping back, putting distance between them. His heart pounded against his ribcage as adrenaline flooded his system.


    ''Damn it! He''s strong, too strong!'' Malphas struck again, slicing his arm. Another cut formed on his arm, adding to the growing collection.


    Time began to slow for Eren; his body had quickly adapted to the situation. His senses sharpened, the adrenaline pushing his mind into overdrive. Each strike from Malphas was easy to predict, it became like second nature to him.


    Annoyed, Malphas increased the speed of his attacks, however Eren''s reaction time kept up. He moved out of the way of each attack, anticipating every move.


    "You can''t win." Malphas sneered, "You''re the pussy who can''t win without relying on tricks." Eren retorted, blood pumping through his veins.


    A smile formed on his lips as his body took control. ''Now''s my chance.'' He lunged forward, jabbing at Malphas'' throat. Malphas stepped back and parried the blow, the razor-sharp blade tearing through Eren''s forearm.


    "This ends now." Malphas declared, attacking harder and faster. With each strike that is parried, it grew in power and speed. Eventually, Malphas went to a level Eren couldn''t reach. Even with his augmented senses, Eren could barely keep up. Blood dripped from the countless cuts covering his body.


    Finally, Eren''s dagger is knocked from his hands, falling onto the soft sand. "You lost, human." Malphas glared down at him coldly, piercing his stomach with his blade. Eren''s eyes widened as the pain hits him, like fire burning through his flesh. He clutched at his stomach, blood pouring from the wound. Slumping over, gasping for air. Malphas raised his blade above his head, preparing to deliver the final blow.


    "You were never going to be one us." Malphas plunged his blade downwards, aiming for Eren''s heart.


    With no other choice, Eren caught it, stopping the blade mere inches from his chest with his open palm. The sharp steel easily cutting through his palm.


    "Argh!" Eren winced, gritting his teeth as the cold metal sliced through his flesh.


    "To think you would catch that..." Malphas snarled, pushing the blade down harder. The pain intensified as the blade pushed deeper into his hand.


    "I''m impressed, little human." He sneered, twisting the blade slightly. Eren groaned in pain, struggling to keep up the pressure.


    "Emi." He muttered under his breath, thinking about his sister. Her image driving him to keep fighting.


    <hr>


    The sky rumbled overhead, the clouds darkening and swirling with shadows. The air swirled as a sudden gust of wind came over them. Lucifer, with wings spread rips Malphas away from Eren. "I thought I told you to leave." Malphas dusted himself off, preparing to continue the fight.


    "Stop." A new voice echoed throughout the arena, commanding all their attention. Lucifer stepped back from Malphas, bowing his head slightly. Malphas snapped his gaze up to the sky, where a winged figure descended gracefully.


    "Gabriel, what brings you here?" Malphas questioned, a hint of irritation in his tone.


    "The same could be said of you, Malphas." The newcomer replied calmly, ignoring the scorn in his voice.


    Gabriel was tall, with pale skin that glowed in the gloom of the wasteland. His hair, tousled in a cascade of silver over a part of his face. A figure of elegance and menace, his most defined feature was his eyes. Emerald green, contrasting with the ethereal paleness of his skin. And finally, his wings; white and smooth like a swan''s feathers. He wore a sleek red suit with matching pants and shoes. His body emitted an aura of grace and power.


    "Lucifer has informed me that you have challenged Lord Azazel''s judgement, is that correct?" Gabriel asked, landing gently on the ground.


    "Yes." Malphas nodded curtly.


    "What was your reasoning for such an act?" Gabriel inquired, raising his magnificent eyebrow slightly.


    "This... Human!" Malphas spat the word out like it was poison, pointing at Eren.


    "I wanted to prove to our lord that he is not worthy of being one of us. If he could not best me in combat, what hope does he have?"


    "Whilst I agree with you in theory-"


    "What!" Lucifer interjected, shocked by Gabriel''s words. "You said you would help-"


    Gabriel held up his hand, silencing him. "However, you must go through the proper channels if you wish to intervene in the business of another."


    Malphas glared at Gabriel, clearly annoyed but still maintaining his mask of professionalism. "Very well, you will live for a while longer, Human." He conceded reluctantly, turning his gaze to Eren.


    His wings expanded, preparing to take flight. "Malphas." Gabriel spoke again, giving pause to the gaunt man.


    "You will do well to not question Lord Azazel''s judgment, again." Malphas remained silent, taking flight into the air without another word.


    Eren grunted, wincing in pain as the blade was pulled out of his hand. The crimson liquid poured freely from the wound. Eren clutched his stomach tightly, trying to stop the bleeding.


    Gabriel walked towards Eren, staring down in contempt at the battered young man. "Lucifer, make sure he is trained well." Gabriel turned and strode away from them. Lucifer sighed in relief, looking down at Eren worriedly.


    "Let me see what he did too you." He knelt and grabbed Eren''s hands, inspecting the damage. "That was some impressive stuff little dove, you have got to tell me how you managed to survive against him." Lucifer beamed happily, squeezing his hand tighter.


    "Ow... you''re hurting me." Eren protested weakly.


    Lucifer placed a palm on his chest and muttered something under his breath, his hand glowed with a soft blue light. The bleeding stopped; the cuts slowly closed. However, it left scars behind, marking the places where Malphas had struck.


    "It''s good as new!" Lucifer smiled, patting Eren on the back. "Thanks." Eren muttered, looking down at his hands, two deep scars were left where the blade cut through.


    "Now tell me... How did you do it?" Lucifer questioned; eyes filled with excitement. "Eren?" Lucifer poked at him impatiently.


    Eren had fallen unconscious, lying in the sand of the arena.


    "I suppose I can wait. We have all the time in the world."

 Extension Chapter 3.1 - A new home

    Eren''s eyes fluttered open, the golden strands of hair tickling his nose. ''Lucifer?'' He lifted his head slowly, groaning softly. His whole body ached from fighting against Malphas. Everything seemed blurry and hazy.


    "Oh good, you''re awake." Lucifer started, poking Eren''s forehead with his index finger. "W-what happened?" Eren mumbled, rubbing his forehead. "You fell unconscious, my little dove." Lucifer answered, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger.


    Eren glanced around at the surroundings, it was nighttime now. The black sky full of stars that glowed with a purple hue. It was strange, he had always been unconscious during the night. He wondered if this place truly had nights or if it was some illusion.


    "They are beautiful, aren''t they?" Lucifer gazed up at the sky, a content smile on his face. "I have always found comfort in the stars. They remind me of simpler times." He sighed wistfully, closing his eyes, and focusing on the sky above.


    "Simple times? What do you mean?" Eren asked, propping himself up on his elbows. Lucifer goes to speak, but stops himself, something clearly holding him back. "Another time, perhaps." He smiled weakly, shaking his head slightly.


    Eren watched Lucifer curiously as the reaper seems to get lost in thought. Lost in memories from a time long past. Eren decides not to press him further, instead enjoying the peaceful atmosphere that surrounded them.


    "Why do you sleep here?" Lucifer looked down at him with a curious expression, "Where else would I sleep?" He raised his eyebrow inquisitively.


    "Anywhere else? Wait. You thought you had to stay here all this time?¡± Lucifer asked, sounding genuinely surprised by his words.


    "Yes? Where else would I go?" Eren sat up, rubbing his neck, feeling a bit stiff from lying on the ground this whole time.


    "Oh, didn''t I tell you about the living quarters?" Lucifer scratched his chin thoughtfully. "No?" Eren replied dryly, irritation creeping into his voice.


    "Huh, I know. Come stay with me."


    "No." Eren denied him immediately, glaring at him suspiciously. Lucifer smiles innocently, as if he were an angel.


    "Why not? My place is big enough for two people."


    "You beat my ass every day, and make passes at me every chance you get." Eren deadpans, still holding onto his suspicion.


    Lucifer raised his right hand. "I Lucifer, solemnly swear that... that..." Lucifer pauses, trying to find the right words.


    "That what?" Eren probes, growing impatient with Lucifer''s stalling.


    "That I won''t touch you or make passes at you unless you give me permission." Lucifer placed his other hand on his heart, holding up the other one as if he were taking an oath.


    "Pinky promise." Lucifer smiled mischievously, extending his pinkie finger towards Eren.


    "Really?" Eren replies exasperatedly.


    "Really, really." Lucifer nodded his head enthusiastically, bouncing excitedly.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    Eren rolled his eyes and reaches out with his own pinkie finger. Linking them together, forming a pinkie promise. "Ok, but no funny business." Eren states firmly, trying to keep his voice stern. "No promises." Lucifer grins devilishly, pulling his hand back and standing up. "Let''s go."


    Lucifer cradled Eren in his arms and extended his wings. Taking off into the air, leaving behind the arena. The wind rushing through his hair, causing it to tousle and blow around wildly. Eren stared at the night sky as they flew through it, marvelling at the stars that shone brightly above. ''This is incredible.'' He thought to himself, enjoying the view.


    The pair eventually reached a singular mountain, sitting in the wasteland, it''s peak soaring high into the night sky. Lucifer landed softly on the ground and set Eren down gently.


    "Welcome to my humble abode." Lucifer gestured towards one of the many mouths on the mountain side.


    "It''s a cave?" Eren asked, looking around for a house or something of the like. "Nope, it''s actually quite comfortable. It''s a house but its inside the mountain." Lucifer explained, heading towards the entrance.


    "You¡¯ll love this place. Just like me. Magnificent, beautiful and seductive." Lucifer boasted proudly, striking a pose as if he were posing for a photoshoot.


    <hr>


    It was hideous. As Eren walked through the darkness he emerged into a patchworked room. There was no style or cohesion to the loft.


    A kitchen that was ripped straight out of the 1950''s complete with mint green countertops and floral patterns on everything, yet the oven was very modern, all sleek stainless steel. A few feet away was an antique dining room table with six chairs surrounding it. A red velvet sofa sat next to it; cushions haphazardly strewn about.


    An oversized Victorian era bathtub, sat in the middle of the living room, it had clawed feet and a golden faucet. The ceiling was covered in copper pipes, which made strange sounds as the house settled. On the wall was a large bookshelf filled with tomes and artifacts. Everything looked expensive and yet nothing matched, it was a clashing mess of different styles.


    The most offensive thing of all, was the bedroom, a Scandinavian inspired log cabin, complete with a queen-sized bed that had was covered pelts of animals. At least they were real furs, at least that''s what Eren hoped. And to top it all off, a large portrait of Lucifer hang above the bed. Smiling seductively with his perfect hair, perfect skin, and perfect body.


    It was so awful, so obnoxious and vain, it had to be Lucifer''s doing. "This... Is your home?" Eren asked, spoken with a mixture of awe and disgust.


    "Yep! What do you think?" Lucifer asks, proud of himself.


    ''It''s fucking terrible.'' Is what Eren wanted to say, however, seeing Lucifer''s joyful face, not his faux happy facade. But the genuine happiness that spread across his features, Eren found himself unable to speak those words.


    ¡°It''s homey." Is what had come out instead.


    "Thank you!" Lucifer beamed happily, ruffling Eren''s hair affectionately.


    "I''m going to bed." Eren groaned, his eyelids heavy. The training was starting to take its toll on him.


    "Where do I sleep?" He asked, looking around for another room or a couch.


    "You can sleep in my bed, with me of course." Lucifer replied innocently.


    "Hell no!"


    "Oh, come on, don''t be so shy. Where I came from, we shared beds all the time." Lucifer giggled like a school girl.


    "I''m going to get my own bed." Eren grabbed some pelts and a few pillows, before leaving the room.


    He slept in the living room, building a small nest for himself. He found it surprisingly comfortable, feeling warm and snug. As he began to drift off to sleep, he felt he lacked something.


    Something that made him feel complete. ''Rika.''


    It had been years since he had slept by himself for a prolonged period, being so used to Rika''s presence. It left him feeling empty, incomplete.


    ''Fuck''s sake.'' Eren got up and took a couple of pelts with him, returning to Lucifer''s room. The blonde reaper was already in bed, reading a book.


    "I knew you would come back." He teased playfully, patting the space next to him. "Shut up. I''m only doing this because it''s hard to sleep alone." Eren grumbled, making his way towards the bed.


    Lucifer smiled, marking his page, and setting the book down on the nightstand. "Of course." He replied in a faux serious tone, unable to keep the grin off his face.


    "Goodnight, Lucifer." Eren sighed as he crawled into the bed. Laying down on the soft mattress. It was surprisingly comfortable, as if he was laying on a cloud.


    "Goodnight, my little dove." Lucifer responded softly, draping the blanket over Eren.


    It didn''t take long for Eren to fall asleep, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he drifted off into a deep slumber.

 Chapter 4: Reaper training - Are you not entertained

    Eren awoke feeling refreshed, it was the best sleep he had gotten in ages. He stretched his arms above his head, before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.


    ''How long has it been since I felt like this?'' He wondered idly as he climbed out of bed. His body felt light and nimble, like he was full of energy.


    Lucifer was nowhere to be found. His side of the bed was empty, save for a single note.


    ¡®Morning my little dove, I hope you slept well. I have already left for training.


    There is a surprise for you outside, when you are ready.


    ~ Lucifer.¡¯


    Eren placed the note on the nightstand and walked out of the bedroom.


    "Gah, what the fuck?" Eren exclaimed in shock, jumping backwards.


    Leaving the ''house'', Eren was greeted by a large figure. A giant skeleton stood before him, looming over him. Its empty eye sockets gazing down at him curiously.


    "Holy shit." Eren breathed, taking a step back from the creature.


    The giant skeleton was adorned in black plate armour, covering its bones completely, save for its face. A large staff sat in its hands, emitting a soft green glow. The pristine white skull tilted to the side as it looked down at him, staring straight into his soul. It then handed Eren a note.


    "Eren,


    Say hello to Charon, my best friend.


    He will guide you to the arena.


    See you soon.


    ~ Lucifer."


    Charon began to walk with long strides, taking large steps down the mountain path. "Hey! Wait up!" Eren shouted after it, following close behind.


    The wind blew gently as they made their way through the wasteland, the sky returned to its usual overcast appearance. Charon moved with surprising grace for a creature of such size. Its bony feet making a gentle clacking sound as it walked along the barren ground.


    <hr>


    The arena itself was rather lively today. A couple of spectators were scattered throughout the stands, watching intently. They were split into camps. Some were dressed in black suits; they were seated in groups mingling amongst themselves. Occasionally casting curious glances at the arena.


    The other half was clad in black armour, sitting separately from the others. They sat in silence, their attention focused solely on the arena.


    "Morning, my little dove!" Lucifer beamed as Eren entered the arena. He strutted over to Eren, wearing a different suit today. His blonde hair tied up into a neat ponytail. "Who are they?" Eren questioned, pointing towards the crowd.


    "Oh those? They are fellow reapers like us, they have heard tales of your exploits. And now they are here to witness it for themselves." Lucifer explained, waving to the crowd as they watched them.


    "Witness what?" Eren raised his eyebrow quizzically. "The reaper that bested Malphas!" Lucifer smiled, clapping his hands together excitedly.


    "Wait... But I didn''t win." Eren retorted, clearly confused.


    "Well, I had to flub some details." Lucifer giggled.


    "Lucifer!" Gabriel entered the arena, strolling towards them with purpose. His sleek red suit fluttered in the breeze, his hair bouncing slightly with each step. The onlookers ceased their chatter, bowing their heads slightly as Gabriel passed them.


    "Why have you summoned me?" Gabriel questioned, his one unobscured eye glaring at Lucifer.


    "Oh, Gabriel! To what do we owe the pleasure?" Lucifer asked, feigning innocence. "You summoned me." Gabriel retorted curtly, unimpressed by Lucifer''s antics.


    "Did I? I can''t recall." Lucifer mused, pretending to think.


    "I''m far too busy to be dealing with your childish nonsense." Gabriel scoffed, turning to leave the arena.


    "Wait!" Lucifer rushed forward, grabbing Gabriel by the arm. "While you are stopping by, could you... Test Eren?" He pleaded innocently, giving Gabriel his best puppy dog eyes.


    "I don''t want Malphas thinking he can interfere again."


    Gabriel paused, contemplating his request. "Fine. But quickly, I''m busy." Gabriel sighed reluctantly, moving towards the centre of the arena.


    Lucifer motioned for Eren to follow, the crowd murmuring quietly to themselves. "Shall we begin?" Gabriel asked, taking up a fighting stance. Eren stood before him, glancing nervously at the crowd watching them intently.


    "Fine, let''s go." Eren nodded, steeling himself for what was about to come. Lucifer leaped into the stands, joining Charon.


    Gabriel charged in first, dashing towards Eren, delivering a swift strike to his stomach. Knocking Eren back a few steps, winded by the attack. Gabriel followed up with a roundhouse kick to Eren''s head, who dodged out of the way, narrowly avoiding being hit.


    Eren rolled backwards, gaining some distance from Gabriel. Gabriel pursued him, stomping down hard on the ground where Eren had just been.


    ''Shit, he¡¯s quick.'' Eren thought as Gabriel continued his assault.


    Unleashing a flurry of bullet like kicks. Eren blocked most of them, using his arms and forearms to defend against Gabriel''s rapid strikes.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    Gabriel clearly wanted to be elsewhere, treating Eren with little respect. Looking to end this fight as soon as possible.


    Eren rolled away further, looking for breathing room. He swung at Gabriel with a right hook, aiming for his face. However, Gabriel easily dodged it, ducking under the blow. Kneeing him in the ribs.


    Eren staggered back, clutching his side in pain. "Is this all Lucifers training has amounted to?" Gabriel sighed in exasperation.


    The brief pause allowed Eren to regain his composure, sucking in big ones.


    Gabriel, bored of the match, moved to finish it off. Rushing at Eren with full force, aiming another kick at his head.


    This time however, Eren caught it. Pushing his leg away, deflecting the attack. Gabriel looked down at him surprised.


    ''There''s an opening.'' Eren took the opportunity and swung a haymaker at Gabriel''s head, smashing into his temple. The punch connected, stunning Gabriel for a moment. The spectators sat in silence, shocked by the outcome.


    Gabriel rubbed his jaw and stared at Eren in surprise. His eyes changed, from cold and detached to intrigued. He looked Eren up and down, sizing him up. "Interesting..." He mused, his tousled hair still bouncing slightly.


    Gabriel rushed at him again, this time launching a flurry of jabs at Eren''s head. Eren ducked and weaved, trying to avoid them. Gabriel was relentless, not giving him any room to breathe.


    Eren, snuck in a jab on his hip, causing Gabriel to falter for a moment. He used the opening to uppercut Gabriel in the jaw. The punch sent Gabriel reeling back, clutching his face in pain.


    Eren wasn''t done yet, rushing in, preparing to finish off Gabriel. However, Gabriel recovered quickly, kicking Eren in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.


    Gabriel''s kicks were clearly his strength in this scuffle. Each blow landing with deadly accuracy, every kick powerful enough to break bone. But, Eren had become resistant to pain. It still hurt, but not nearly as much as it did when they first started training.


    Grabbing Gabriel''s left leg, Eren twisted it as hard as he could. The sound of the bones in his knee popping echoed throughout the arena. Gabriel cried out in pain, stumbling backwards, clutching his injured leg.


    Eren didn''t hesitate, charging at him, returning a roundhouse kick of his own to Gabriel''s head.


    "Heh." Gabriel smirked slightly, rolling out of the way, popping his knee back into place.


    "Good enough now?" Eren panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead.


    Gabriel eyed him curiously, observing Eren for a moment. "Yes, I''m satisfied."


    Eren let his guard down for a brief second, allowing Gabriel to strike him across the face. Knocking him to the ground, splitting his lip open. Eren staggered to his feet, spitting blood on the floor.


    "Never let your guard down, even in victory." Gabriel lectured sternly, standing tall.


    "Will you keep Malphas away?" Lucifer inquired, joining them at the centre of the arena.


    "For the time being." Gabriel nodded. "Although, he has officially requested for tutelage to fall to him."


    "Will you give it to him?" Lucifer asked, sounding concerned.


    "He is in... competent hands." The words almost make Gabriel gag as they left his lips.


    "Thank you, Gabriel. You have always been my favourite silver haired reaper. " Lucifer bowed his head slightly.


    Gabriel sighed, "Until next time."


    The shadows swallowed him completely, disappearing without a trace.


    "My dear you were exceptional today!" Lucifer praised Eren happily, ruffling his hair affectionately.


    "Isn''t this exciting?!"


    He motioned for the crowd to cheer for them. The reapers shuffled out of the stands, leaving for the day. The main event was over.


    "What now?" Eren asked.


    Lucifer stood tall, his smile widening. "Now, it''s time for the encore!" He announced excitedly, throwing his arms up into the air.


    The leaving reapers stopped in their tracks, at the blondie¡¯s proclamation. Promptly, making their way back to the stands, finding their seats once again.


    "Your joking, right?" Eren asked, incredulous.


    "I never joke about cultivating my little dove." Lucifer spoke with confidence.


    "Fear not my little one, they won''t hurt you. Much."


    Eren grimaced at that. "They, who¡¯s that-"


    Before Eren could even begin to ponder the true extent of Lucifers words, growling cut him off. From the arena''s exit, shadows began to swirl like a tempest. Slowly coalescing into something... larger.


    First came the golden eyes, unblinking, and full of hatred. Followed by the ivory teeth that glinted in the light of the arena. A maw so wide it could swallow Eren whole with ease. The hulking black shadow descended from the ethereal gateway, its paws shaking the ground with each step.


    A large wolf emanated from the shadows. Standing at least two meters tall, and nearly five meters long. Its fur was as black as the void, its paws clawing at the sand below. An insatiable hunger bore into Eren, from the depths of its eyes. It regarded him like a heel would a hare.


    "Don''t go too hard on him now." Lucifer cooed. Eren was unsure if he was taking to him or the beast.


    The monster raised its nose, sniffing the air.


    "Arf!" It howled loudly, the sound piercing through the silence of the arena. The beast charged at Eren, each step sending tremors throughout the ground.


    Eren stood his ground, waiting for the beast to arrive.


    He closed his eyes, allowing his senses to take over. The thundering steps of the monster echoed in his ears. He could feel its presence, its hatred, its hunger.


    He took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. He had fought Malphas, he had fought Gabriel. This was nothing new to him.


    The monster was right upon him now, its teeth gnashing and growling.


    "Now." Eren''s eyes shot open, gazing into the creatures¡¯ eyes. They were empty, devoid of emotion.


    Slamming the monster''s head down, Eren stomped on its head. The beast let out a pained whine as its head caved under the boot.


    The few in the crowd applauded quietly. All thought few, their claps echoing throughout the arena.


    ***


    Every day was something new for Eren, the days of solitary sparring with Lucifer were over. He trained with an audience now, cheering at his triumphs and torments.


    Lucifer brought into the fanfare, every several days a new beast would enter the arena. A behemoth with huge teeth, a multi headed hydra, even a massive golem made of rock and debris. Every one of them fought with a ferocity that nearly tore Eren limb from limb. But every time, without fail, Eren would win out.


    The spectators grew larger and larger each day, filling up the stands in no time. They came to see the would-be reaper take down creature after creature. The event had become quite popular, drawing quite a crowd. The only entertainment in a wasteland of endless nothing.


    Time flew by in an instant, with Eren standing atop a recently defeated Cockatrice, a lizard-like creature with large feathered wings. It''s neck now lay broken, head hanging limp at an awkward angle. The crowd at its pinnacle, roaring with thunderous applause.


    Eren rose up, breathing heavily as blood dripped from his wounds. Sweat beaded on his brow as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. He had long since brought into the spectacle, basking in the adoration of his audience. He raised his arm high into the air, presenting the fallen creature to the crowd.


    "You want more!" He roared. "Are you not entertained!?" He threw his raven hair back, gazing into the crowd as they chanted his name.


    "Eren! Eren! Eren!" They screamed and clapped, rattling the stands. The arena became alive with energy, the spectacle bringing a new sense of life to the place.


    All except for Malphas, who sat quietly in the stands, glaring down at Eren, his expression unreadable.


    Although, behind his mask of indifference something lurked.

 Extension Chapter 4.1: Laws of the dead

    Lucifer skipped merrily along the barren wastes of the land of death. His blonde hair billowed behind him as he strode through the landscape. He held his hands behind his back as he walked, whistling to himself as he went.


    Eren followed closely behind, struggling to keep up with the flamboyant reaper. "Lucifer." Eren called out to him. "Hold up."


    "Yes?" Lucifer answered, turning around to face him. "Those reapers that watch me... why are they so different from each other?" Eren questioned, curiosity burning inside of him.


    "What do you mean?" Lucifer asked, cocking his head slightly. "The suits versus the armours." "Why is it that they look so different? And they were all separated from each other."


    Lucifer hummed thoughtfully for a moment before responding. "Ah I see what you mean now. Well... to put into human terms, they are of a lower status. Like corporate and blue-collar workers."


    "Ooh... So, there is like... a social hierarchy?"


    "Why?" Eren asked, curious about Lucifer''s answer. "Well, that is quite complicated. You see, all goes back to a time from way before I was but a mere twinkle in the universe." Lucifer finished, skipping merrily once again.


    "Stop. That''s not an answer." He called out to him. That answer was less than a response for of a side-step.


    "You are very inquisitive today, aren''t you?" Lucifer teased playfully.


    "Yes, because I want to know why you managed to be able to flick your hair all day and Charon gets to watch a line for all eternity. It seems unfair." Eren asked,


    Lucifer stood silent for a moment, contemplating his words. "Hmm... I suppose it is a bit unfair. We can''t all be me now, can we?" He chuckled softly.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    "But alas, I shall put aside my vanity and divulge the information you so seek." Lucifer declared, taking a seat on the ashen sand.


    Eren joined, legs crossed, ready to listen.


    ~


    Firstly, above all is death. He or they or the void... I don''t know. Any way IT is this land, everything around you. The sand, the sky, all the energy within us, it¡¯s all death. We are propelled by its energy.


    That is the head of our structure.


    Next, the three main pillars of Death are Judgement, collection, and sovereign.


    Sovereign is headed by Azazel. Who you thought was death is in fact, a physical manifestation of death itself. He oversees all, deaths voice, it''s reason and its power. He is the only one who has power over all.


    Collection is headed by the deviously handsome Gabriel. His duty is to manage all the reapers. How many are sent out and where, he must also ensure they don''t go rouge and deals with any internal conflicts. I''m his favourite.


    Then we have judgement, headed by the intimidating, slightly sexy Anubis. His job is to pass judgement on souls, observing their life''s. Sorting them and sending them on their merry way to the beyond.


    Below them we have the second tiers. Under Collection, we have reapers like myself. We must Look gorgeous at all times. As we must be presentable for those souls we collect and pass to them on for judgement.


    Below Judgement we have sentinels, like Charon. They serve to maintain order in the land of the dead, preventing souls from wandering or getting lost. Or on the rare occasion, operating as foot soldiers for Azazel.


    And lastly, my special little dove. The third tiers. Harbingers, warriors that work within the world of the living. An extension of death and all his machinations. That will be you.


    ~


    Lucifer finished, beaming happily. "So, there you have it, the roles of us reapers. What do you think?"


    "Seems... simple." Eren replied. "But you didn''t tell me how roles are chosen or what determines the social order."


    "What, you want me to explain that too?" Lucifer groaned, throwing his hands up into the air dramatically.


    "Yes. Please." Eren responded curtly, watching him carefully.


    "Luck."


    "Luck?" Eren repeated, not quite understanding what Lucifer was getting at.


    "Yes. Luck. You see, we do not decide on our own what role we are assigned. Azazel chooses it for us. Some are more fortunate than others."


    "But... We all get the same choice."


    "Join or move on."

 Chapter 5: Reaper training - Human no more

    [ 1200 days since Eren accepted his contract. Or there abouts.]


    The faint howl of the ashen wasteland blew into the loft. Stirring Eren, a signal to arise from his slumber. The cracks in the ceiling revealed the dreary skies above, dark, and cold. Its hue not changing for years now. Not that it bothered Eren, he had grown accustomed to the new setting.


    Something else Eren had grown accustomed to was Lucifer''s ridiculous house of monstrous design decisions. It had gotten worse, somehow. More outlandish pieces of furniture began to appear over time. As well as artwork of varying taste. However, it seemed most were painted by Lucifer himself. Most were off himself, to always remind himself of his beauty. But most damming off all, a portrait of he and Eren.


    Well, Eren wasn''t happy to be painted, as shown by the fact that Lucifer captured that in his portrait.


    Eren had been given his own room, much to the disappointment of Lucifer.


    The room was sparsely furnished, only containing a bed and a dresser with a mirror stationed atop. Nothing else. He had enough variety when he left his room.


    Eren rolled out of bed staring at the mirror that hung over the dresser. A young who had become more physically developed during his time in death''s realm; his raven hair had slowly begun turning white at its roots, the tips still retaining their original colour. His delinquent fisheyes have dulled slightly, giving them a murky grey-blue tone. He gave the mirror only a fleeting glance before turning away.


    "HELLLLOOOOO!" Lucifer barged into his room without a care in the world. "Good morning my little dove!" He chirped, poking Eren''s cheek affectionately.


    "Ugh... why are you so chipper in the morning." Eren groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.


    "Oh, you know me... just happy to bask in your glory." Lucifer responded in his usual cheerful tone. Although this time he had an uncharacteristic nervousness about him.


    "Why are you here? I thought today was my one day off?" Eren questioned


    "Yeah, about that..." Lucifer fidgeted nervously.


    Lucifer had the worst poker face ever, his nervousness oozing out of him. Easier to read than a picture book.


    "Lucifer? What have you done now?"


    Lucifer shifted his eyes away from Eren; his eyes hid an uncharacteristic, uneasy nature.


    "Lucifer, Look at me."


    He didn¡¯t, instead letting his eyes wander like a dog looking to avoid its master¡¯s gaze after eating food that wasn¡¯t meant for him.


    "Lucifer, tell me." Eren attempted to meet Lucifer''s wandering gaze. "Lucifer¡­." Eren stood over the blonde reaper, finally meeting his emerald eyes.


    Letting out a loud sigh, Lucifer began to speak. "Malphas..." His words barley a whisper.


    "He has finally managed to convince Gabriel to transfer your training over to him."


    "Fuck." Eren breathed, the realization of what this meant set in. He had become accustomed to fighting creatures, being a solo act. A solitary showman. But Malphas.


    Eren took in a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling. His mind racing with possibilities, outcomes. The uncertainty of what was to come weighed heavily on his mind.


    "He won''t get to me. If anything, I will put the bastard in his place." Eren asserted, placing a hand on Lucifer''s shoulder.


    "You can count on me." He gave him a confident smile, hoping to ease his concerns.


    Lucifer beamed happily. "You don''t seem phased at all. That''s my boy." Lucifer''s tension eased with each word, his smile returning. "I''ll meet you at the arena."


    With that, Lucifer was gone, leaving Eren alone once again.


    As he left the mountain home, he noted the sand was colder than usual on his bare feet.


    Donning his D-Dogs jacket far more faded than the day he got it, covered in patches to hid the tears of battles past.


    "The hell do you want, Malphas," Eren muttered to himself. Eren has had run-ins with the reaper many times now, but none of them were ever pleasant, each time ending in pain for Eren.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


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    Arriving at the arena, the echoed whispers of the spectators greeted him from outside; as they waited for their champion to arrive. They wanted a show, and that''s exactly what Eren would give them.


    Before he could enter the arena, the gaze of a predator made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.


    Malphas approached with a steady stride, emanating an eerie presence. His tall stature and rigid posture gave a menacing appearance.


    "Malphas." Eren spat out.


    Malphas remained silent as he eyed Eren with disdain.


    "What do you want, you boney prick." Eren growled, glaring daggers at the reaper. Malphas ignored him, walking past him towards the arena entrance.


    "Where do you think you''re going?" Eren shouted after him.


    "I have little time for your childish taunts." Malphas stated, disappearing in the mouth of the arena.


    Eren followed, a chest full of fire and hunger. Eren had spent the past years training, fighting monsters that only served as fodder, fuel for his pride.


    Malphas would no longer be a looming nightmare in the back of his mind, but a foe no greater than the hunger of beasts slain.


    "EREN!" "EREN!" "EREN!"


    The chants were deafening. Filled rows of both armoured and suited reapers, cheering for their champion. The noise shook the foundations of the arena, rattling the walls with fervour.


    At the centre of it all stood Malphas, motionless, waiting patiently


    To his left stood Gabriel, neat red suit, silver hair draping down his shoulders, expressionless.


    To his right was Lucifer, the natural gleeful expression had faded, replaced by unease and despair.


    Gabriel held an obsidian box, intricately decorated with ancient runes.


    "Open it." Gabriel commanded, turning the box to Eren.


    "What is it?" Eren asked cautiously, examining the container carefully.


    "A gift... from Azazel himself." Gabriel replied ominously.


    Eren was hesitant to open it, uncertain of what lie inside.


    "Open it." Malphas spoke, an unfamiliar tone emanated from his voice. A softness? No. Something else. Almost a sadness.


    Within the box lay; a severed forearm, pale as ivory, adorned with complex tattoos, wrapped in golden cloth. Its most prominent feature was a long tendril that sprouted from the palm of its hand, a hook like appendage made of bone.


    "What is that?" Eren inquired.


    "A gift from Azazel. Your new weapon." Gabriel explained, holding it out to Eren.


    Tendril twitching as it grew closer.


    "I''m sorry Eren." Lucifer finally spoke. His tone was sad and mournful, tears threatening to fall from his emerald eyes.


    Malphas produced his obsidian dagger from behind, without a breath; slicing off Eren''s left arm, a spray of crimson painting the ground.


    The searing pain shot through his entire body, panic setting in. He clutched the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.


    "Wha- What have you done!" Eren cried. The crowd jeered; their cheers of approval filled the arena.


    Malphas cast aside Eren''s arm, dropping it with a wet thud.


    The tendrils wrapped around the stump and attached to Eren. A pulse of energy travelled through him, his remaining skin at the stump rippling with the impact. Cold and alien, a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt. Eren screamed in agony as his entire being convulsed violently. His body thrashing about uncontrollably.


    Eren squeezed his eyes shut, clutching his wound tightly, hoping for the pain to subside.


    After what seemed like an eternity of torment, the pain subsided. Eren regained control over his body.


    Lucifer rushed to his wards side, kneeling next to him.


    "Eren... I''m so sorry. There was nothing I could do." His voice cracked with guilt.


    "You didn''t have to cut it off! It would have attached itself regardless." Lucifer shouted towards both Malphas and Gabriel.


    "Quiet your tongue, Lucifer. You knew as well as I, that Azazel''s gifts come with a price." Malphas spoke coldly.


    "Your accidie and vain attempts at garnering approval had created a liability. I''m here to remedy that."


    Lucifer lifted the injured Eren up. "How do you feel?" He asked gently, inspecting Eren for any injuries.


    "Fine... Just... numb." Eren responded softly, cradling his new appendage.


    "Good. Now, Let''s take a look at your arm." Lucifer gesturing towards the new arm.


    Eren extended his left arm and flexed it experimentally, twisting it at the wrist. The limb moved smoothly, fluidly. Eren inspected it closely, trying to figure out how it worked. The bone hook had vanished, hidden within his forearm.


    "Try to summon it." Lucifer encouraged.


    Eren concentrated on the energy within his body, focusing on the sensation of the hook. The sensation was like a heartbeat, thrumming through his veins. The hooked appendage emerged from his forearm, long and sharp, resembling a bladed hook. Instead of metal, it was a bone-like substance, rough and jagged.


    Eren controlled it like a third limb, twisting it around in the air, examining it.


    "Incredible..." He muttered in awe. Changing its shape with a mere thought. Strangely, it''s as if Eren had always had it. The act of using it came naturally to him, it felt normal.


    "Enough. Begone Lucifer." Malphas'' voice commanded. The very actions of Eren, an offensive act to his eyes.


    "We will begin our training now." Malphas stated firmly.


    "Lucifer what''s my training?" Eren asked as Lucifer was escorted away by Gabriel.


    "I''m truly sorry, be strong Eren." Lucifer turned back and gave him a pained look.


    "Remember you are not alone."


    With that, Lucifer disappeared into the shadows with Gabriel.


    Turning back to face his would-be tormentor who had also vanished. Leaving Eren to worry. What was Malphas planning for him?

 Chapter 6: Reaper training - Ghosts of the past.

    Eren stood at centre stage. Eyes of all kinds peering down on him, gluttonous for carnage and spectacle.


    Nerves quelled


    Fear restrained.


    Determination.


    Cold wind blew into the arena, rustling Eren''s long shoulder length hair. His blade attached to his arm, waiting patiently to be unleashed.


    From the darkness emerged a legion of humans. Or at least that is what they were supposed to be; Their movements too precise, lacking the natural fluidity of human motion. As if each step, each subtle gesture was scripted, perfected. Each face so devoid of emotion. So empty, soulless.


    "Your days of hollow amusement''s end here." Malphas commanded from the shadows of the arena.


    "You will learn what it truly means to be a harbinger."


    The figures stalked towards Eren, responding to the echoes of Malphas'' words.


    "Malphas! Where are you?! Show yourself!" Eren demanded.


    The legion swarmed liked locusts, descending like a wave of ants. Eren tore through them effortlessly, cutting down any who stood before him. Comparatively, it was like cutting through paper, unlike the great beasts and monstrous foes Eren had battled over the years. Their bodies were no more than meat sacks of bones.


    Eren cut and cut... and cut and cut. There was no end in sight to the horde of figures.


    No matter how many fell before him, another replaced them. ''These fuckers won''t quit.'' Eren thought to himself, frustrated by their seemingly endless supply of bodies.


    ''Who are they?'' He wondered. They were unlike any souls he had encountered in his time as a reaper. They showed no emotion, no pain, no fear. Just an unrelenting drive to push further.


    One step back, the legion took two forward. Another two steps for Eren, three more for them. Their formation closing in around him, cutting off any avenue of escape.


    "Shit." Eren cursed, growing tired of this endless battle. They advanced with mechanical precision, puppets dancing to the rhythm of the crowd¡¯s cheers.


    <hr>


    Breathless, Eren stood over the sea of fallen bodies. He didn''t know how long it had been since he started. Sweat dripped from his brow as his chest heaved from exhaustion. He felt numb. His entire body ached from the relentless assault. The stench of blood and viscera filled the air, making Eren feel nauseous.


    But it was done. Eren had reached the end of the endless.


    "Is that all you got!?" Eren screamed at Malphas, scouring the shadows for his nemesis.


    "Again." Malphas commanded from beyond the darkness.


    Legion began to pour from the jaws of the arena once more. However, they were different from the previous wave; Mouths wider, revealing a row of razor-sharp teeth. Pupils expanded exponentially and most terrifying of all for Eren, they were white.


    Panic began to set in as he realized what was happening. These weren''t corpses. They were walking nightmares, phantoms of Eren''s past. Flashes of his demise by the hand of Endo and his cult replayed in his mind. The chaos, the pain, the screams of his friends trying to keep him alive. All of it was unbearable.


    ''This can''t be happening.'' He thought to himself.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


    The legion drew closer with each second that passed. Their hideous mouths grinning as they approached. They wanted to consume him, mutilate him as had happened before.


    Eren wasn''t going to let that happen again. His mind began to cloud with rage. ''Not again!''


    "FUCK YOU!" He roared, unleashing a tempest of whip slashes. The monsters didn''t even attempt to dodge the attack, their bodies were ripped apart by Eren''s assault. Gore painting the arena red, a grotesque macabre art show.


    But that didn''t deter them. The endless waves came and came. Unfazed by Eren''s relentless onslaught. Every one of his swings cut through air, slicing apart whatever stood before him.


    Eventually, they stopped. Encircling once again, locking Eren in place.


    The sea of white began to part, shuffling out of the way for something. "Eren?"


    Emerging from the legion was Mr. and Mrs. Heart.


    "Oh my god, Eren." The pair rushed towards him, reaching out for their son.


    "Mum, dad?" He froze in disbelief; Why are they here? How are they here? The questions rushed through him like a torrent. Both parents embracing their long-lost son.


    "It''s okay Eren, we''re here now." Mrs. Heart reassured her son.


    "How?... I... I don''t understand..." He stammered, voice cracking with emotion. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill.


    That was until he looked up. He forget the walking nightmares observing him.


    The legion seemed to entertained by the reunion, grinning maliciously. "How did- No!" Eren realized to late, sharp pain radiated from both shoulders.


    "ARRRGHHHHH!" He screamed, ripping his arms free. Crimson stained the dirt beneath them. Eren stepped back, holding his hands out defensively.


    "Don''t come near me!" He yelled at the pair.


    Mrs. Heart gave a crimson grin. "What''s wrong dear, don''t you recognize your own mother?" Voice gargled and distorted.


    Deep wounds covered Eren''s shoulders, blood pooling beneath him; His parents had become a part of the legion, mouths filled with razor sharp teeth. Eyes white like his nightmare from so long ago.


    "What have done to them!?" Eren screamed, voice echoing through the arena.


    Once the legion parted, out from the pack came a little raven-haired girl. "Oh no, Emi..." Eren whispered to himself. Face turned as pale as snow; voice distorted.


    "Oni-chan, you promised to come home. But you didn''t keep your promise." The girl sulked.


    "Please stop I surrender." Eren cried falling to his knees, clutching his head in despair. He was trapped. Between the hordes of nightmares, and Emi''s heartbreaking words, Eren was powerless.


    "Why didn''t you come home, oni-chan?" The girls¡¯ words ripped through Eren''s soul. A knife plunged into his heart. "I tried... I wanted to." Eren couldn''t hold back the pain. Emi walked closer; arms outstretched to the sides of his cheeks. Her mouth opening wider and wider until it reached from ear to ear. "You''re a bad brother." Emi tore into Eren''s throat. Tearing it open, flesh and muscle tearing like paper.


    Eren accepted his fate, all the hard work and effort he had put in since coming here; gone, meaningless. In that moment, all was lost.


    ***


    Eren woke with a start.


    He sat up and clutched his chest, heart racing, gasping for air. Sweat poured down his body, his head was pounding.


    Awoken inside the temple, where the souls were stored. The flickering green torches illuminated the cold stone walls. His body ached; arms scarred where his family had ripped into him. A pain that would not fade, physical or mental. His entire being ached, exhausted beyond reason.


    The blonde reaper approached Eren cautiously. "You¡¯re awake." He spoke in a soft voice.


    "Are you okay?"


    "No... No, I''m not." Eren responded, head in his hands.


    "I''m sorry." Lucifer whispered to him; guilt clear in his voice.


    "Why am I not dead?" Eren asked


    "You can''t die in the land of the dead. You simply return here."


    Eren let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes. The memory of Emi''s disfigured face fresh in his mind.


    Lucifer placed a gentle hand on Eren''s shoulder. "He won''t let you stop until you break. You have to keep going."


    "Keep going!" Eren repeated angrily. "He wants me to kill my family."


    "There not your family, they are copies. Phantoms of your fears. If you kill them, it will be the end-"


    "No! I refuse to do this." Eren stood up abruptly, walking towards the door.


    "Eren wait!" Lucifer called after him, attempting to grab his arm.


    "Don''t touch me!" Eren screamed at the top of his lungs, ripping his arm away from Lucifer.


    "I can''t do this anymore... I-I won''t." His voice trembled, threatening to break.


    Lucifer stood silent, knowing there was nothing more to say. Eren left without another word, leaving the blonde reaper alone with his thoughts.

 Extension chapter 6.1: Ones past, Ones present

    Lucifer flew with haste, heading straight for the reaper¡¯s private chambers on the mountain side. His wings flapped hard against the ashen breeze, anger bubbling within him. The gates of hell itself would be wrenched open for this.


    "YOU CUR!" Lucifer screamed at the top of his lungs as he landed with a torrent of dust outside one of the many mountain mouths.


    "Cowardly snake! You have crossed a line you should never have crossed!" He continued to yell. His voice booming across the landscape.


    "Malphas! Show yourself!"


    A shadow loomed in the darkness of the mountain''s maw. Emerging from it was Malphas, wearing his trademark mask of indifference.


    "What is it, Lucifer?" He spoke coldly, staring down at the blonde reaper.


    "You wanted him trained in the ways of the reaper, yet you use his past as ammunition against him." Lucifer snarled.


    The mouth curled slightly, the only hint of emotion. "What''s wrong, Lucifer? Is your pet upset at you? Is it because he is a spitting image of your-"


    Lucifer lashed out in a fit of rage, thrusting his palm into Malphas'' face, slamming into the cavern maw with thunderous force.


    "Reapers don''t bring up the past. You don''t have any right!" Lucifer''s voice dripped with venom. The blonde reaper eyes tinged with crimson.


    Malphas rose from the dust cloud, adjusting his suit and popping his jaw back into place.


    "Tread carefully, Lucifer." Malphas growled. His own eyes shifting to blood red.


    "Why do you do this, Eren has done nothing to you?" Lucifer questioned. His voice losing its strength.


    "I follow the will of Azazel, that boy would have learnt nothing under your continued pampering. You''ve grown too attached."


    Lucifer remained silent, a part of him knew Malphas was right.


    "..."


    The blonde reaper let out a defeated sigh, body slumping as the anger within him subsided.


    "I don''t trust him." Malphas spoke once again. Eyes returning to its natural hue.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    "His kind are capable of terrible things, Eren is no different than the rest of them. We both know that pain." His voice heavy with contempt.


    "I know your scars run deep." Sympathy seeped into Lucifer''s voice, his eyes softening.


    "Yet, you defend him?"


    "I defend more than the person. He wants to go back home, to be with his family. There was a time you and I would have given all this realm to return to the ones we love." He paused "My scars run deep as well."


    Lucifer and Malphas stood silent for what felt like an eternity, the wind howling through the mountainous rocks, dust kicking up in waves.


    "I do wish things could be different." Malphas finally broke the silence. Walking towards the cliffs edge, overlooking the ashen sand far as far as the eye can see. "There would have been a time I welcomed him like a brother just as you have."


    Lucifer joined his fellow reaper at the precipice. "He is more than a brother to me." Lucifer sighed softly. "He reminds me of... no, it doesn''t matter."


    "You can''t possibly be that foolish? Still blinded by love even after millennia." Malphas gave a slight chuckle.


    The duo stood together, looking out over the landscape. Watching the clouds roll over the waste. Moments like this give them solace from the burdens placed upon them.


    Before long, a cloud broke away, opening the sky and revealing a sea of bright lights, dancing with one another as a chorus of colours burned through the night sky.


    A shared moment of tranquillity between the two reapers is a rarity. It is reminiscent of a simpler time in their lives, free from the burden of Death. "Remarkable..." Malphas muttered to himself, his reply carried an uncharacteristic hint of admiration, one that had not been present for a long time.


    "I almost pity the living, that they miss such a sight." Lucifer spoke softly.


    "Lord Azazel wants to give Eren the ring." Malphas interrupted, breaking the peace of the moment.


    "That is why I cannot allow Eren to complete the trials."


    "I know..." Lucifer continued to watch the stars dance in the sky. "I know what the ring did to you and the ones you love."


    "Not the ring. The man who wielded it." Malphas corrected him. "Do you not fear it?"


    Malphas'' question lingered in the air unanswered. For a moment, all was silent save for the howling wind.


    "I trust Eren." Lucifer replied finally.


    "Perhaps he will be different, be a better person than all that have come through. However, the risk of letting a monster lose. We don''t need another one. We don''t need another God eater."


    Lucifer''s eyes remained glued to the sky; however, his face showed hints of sorrow and pain.


    Malphas turned his heels, heading back to the cavern mouth. "I take no pleasure in what must be done. I do this because it is necessary."


    A nod from Lucifer was all Malphas received in response. The blonde reaper stood silently; his mind deep in thought.


    "Goodbye, Lucifer." Malphas disappeared within the shadowy mouth of the mountain.


    Lucifer took in a deep breath, exhaling loudly. His emerald eyes gazing upon the sky once more.


    "Why must you always be so far out of reach?" He whispered, a single tear running down his cheek.


    An ethereal raven-haired mirage wrapped its arms around Lucifer, squeezing tightly.


    The stars illuminated the lonely reapers features, revealing a sadness deep within.

 Chapter 7: Reaper training - A mother’s love

    With heavy lids, Eren forced his eyes open to face another day.


    It had been months since his training began with Malphas. A training that left him in a broken, battered state, body, and mind.


    His pale skin covered in scabs and scars from their many encounters.


    Each time Eren died, only to wake up within the stone temple once more.


    Trudging along the ash laden paths that he created for himself, kicking up the bone white sand with each step.


    Another day another brutal assault waiting to happen. Over the past months as well the crowd of eager spectators had dwindled, bored of seeing their champion lose repeatedly. It seemed to have become more laborious to watch Eren fall compared to the monotony of endless souls.


    With only half the crowd from before, Malphas greeted him at the mouth of the arena, hands behind his back.


    "Let''s being." Malphas commanded coldly.


    Eren would fight the legion, using his tendril to rip their bodies apart, staining the ground red with their viscera. But no matter how many fell, there were always more, just as eager to be ripped apart. Eren was tiring, struggling to keep up the momentum needed to keep the legion at bay. And finally, his parents and sister would join the fray.


    Sucking the fight out of Eren every time. Mr. Heart delivered a mighty blow to Eren''s skull, a sickening crunch and splatter followed suit. The remaining crowd gave half a cheer as they saw the lifeless body of their champion crash to the ground. Eren''s sister wasn''t far behind, dragging his body to the awaiting legion. Eren didn''t care anymore. He was done fighting.


    Revive


    Another day, another slaughter. The teeth of the legion tore through muscle and bone, dismembering him in a myriad of different ways. Blood-soaked sand and flesh, falling to the ground with wet thuds.


    Revive


    Eren did his best to fight back, cutting them down one by one. But for every one he cut down, ten more took their place. Each blow taking its toll on him, causing Eren''s will to break even further. Emi severed his spinal cord, disabling him completely. Limp like a ragdoll, unable to resist as they mutilated him further. Tearing his flesh from bone. The few in the crowd cheered for the gruesome display.


    Revive


    There was no end to respite. 1000 different ways to die and Eren would experience them all. Every manner of mutilation, evisceration, vandalization and violation imaginable. Eren didn''t fight back, not anymore. His spirit was shattered. They killed him in all the ways they could, hoping for any response, but none came.


    Lucifer sat inside the temple, tending to Eren''s wounds as best he could. The sight of Eren''s broken form made his stomach turn.


    Eren lay motionless, breathing softly. His skin was pale and bruised, his once youthful features now etched with pain. What was once raven and fair turned white and grey, dull eyes stared at nothing, devoid of life.


    Revive


    Eren stood in the empty arena; the once-busy stands are now devoid of life and cheer. Lucifer, alone, remained its last inhabitant. He had abandoned his duties, preferring to remain at Eren''s side. To offer what little support he could. But what could he do?


    Eren stared at the fissure of darkness, life all but gone from his eyes.


    The legion arrived, fronted by his family. Each one oozing with bloodlust. They stalked towards him like predators hunting prey.


    "Will you kill us today, Eren?" Mr. Heart asked bluntly. Eren glared at his father, remaining silent.


    "A real man would have done his duty." Mr. Heart''s mouth opened wide, his jaw snapping apart like a snake, revealing a maw filled with sharp teeth.


    "But you, you aren''t a real man, are-" the silence was deafening. The absence of sound is so loud that it echoes within the walls of the arena.


    The sound of flesh tearing from bone followed. Eren''s blade stabbed through his father''s mouth, piercing through the back of his skull. Mr. Heart dropped to the ground, lifeless, as the blade retracts back into Eren''s arm.


    Emi and Mrs. Heart took a couple steps back, both wary of the weapon protruding from Eren''s arm. "Eren..." Emi''s distorted voice croaked out. Her wide smile fading.


    "Wait, please don''t kill us. We-" Mrs. Heart cries were silenced by the blade slicing through her head, taking it clean off.


    Emi froze, eyes widened in horror at the scene before her. "N-no!" She screamed, eyes welling up with tears.


    The legion also seemed to react as Emi did. Running around aimlessly, fleeing for their lives. Their newfound fear resonated within Eren, watching them flee like mice from a cat.


    Eren stabbed Emi''s leg, causing her to cry out in pain. "No! Please!" She begged, sobbing uncontrollably.


    This was a failsafe if Eren managed to ever overcome his mental block against killing his family. Too late.


    Eren didn''t hear her pleas, his mind blocked out everything except the urge to survive.


    "What did I do to deserve this?!" Emi screamed in fear. Eren watched the copy beg and cry for its life, unable to stop himself from walking towards her. "Please, Eren, don''t." The whip lunged forward, puncturing through her torso, skewering her on the bladed appendage.


    Eren raised her off the ground; her blood dripped below into the sand, the crimson pooling on the ground. With a flick of his wrist, she is tossed aside, discarded like trash.


    "EREN!!" excitement descended from the stands as Lucifer celebrated by himself. Malphas dismissed the legion, their purpose has been fulfilled. The trial has finally been completed.


    Malphas stood at the exit locking eyes with Eren. Malphas was ready to fight him.


    However, it seemed there will was no need. Eren looked at him with such emptiness that it pained the reaper to look at him. Malphas'' expression softened, a rare sight.


    "Goodbye, Eren Heart." Malphas muttered to himself, and turned to leave the arena. His steps echoing loudly through the empty arena.


    "You did it, Eren!" Lucifer beamed at the reaper; his joyous aura filled the arena. Sprinting towards Eren at full pace. "You finally passed; we can move on to your final trial," Lucifer beamed.


    Eren just stared blankly at the blonde reaper. "Eren? You did it you can go home." Lucifer''s smile faded.


    "You... you don''t have to stay here anymore."


    The joy of the trial''s completion is overshadowed by the loss reflected in Eren''s vacant stare. "Eren, please, you can go home." Eren ignored Lucifer''s concerned words; trudging towards the arena''s exit, his eyes not once moving from their original position.


    "Eren... Please." Lucifer whispers to the reaper who has left the arena, the words left unheard.


    Wandering off into the ashen wasteland. Not once did he glance back, his gaze fixed ahead, but nothing awaited.


    ***


    Since Eren''s pyrrhic victory, the land of the dead returned to the normality of long lines and bored reapers. Stability ruled the land once more.


    Eren became catatonic, physically present but mentally elsewhere. It was as if Eren''s soul had been detached from his body. Spending his time sitting on the cliffs where he signed away his soul. Lucifer tried everything to try and rouse him from his catatonia, to no avail; Eren was lost in the endless grey of the ocean.


    However, one fateful day. Charon watched over the line of the dead as he had done for countless eons. Surveying for any irregularities in the flow of souls.


    A soul caught his attention.


    She mirrored her surroundings, sorrowful and empty, and yet she stood out to Charon. A reminder.


    The lone reaper approached the women cautiously. Towering over the women; personal space non-existent. Charon''s presence caused her to gasp and flinch away. Her eyes widening at the sight before her.


    "Can I help you?" The woman managed to say, voice trembling slightly.


    The silent reaper ushered the women out of the line and into the sand dunes of the eternal wasteland.


    "Where are we going?" The women asked, fear leaving her, replaced by annoyance. Charon led her across the dunes.


    The eerie quite of the world around them felt crushing to her, just their footsteps marking time.


    Eventually, a blonde-haired man emerged from the horizon; standing atop the dunes blankly watching the flow of the line.


    "Charon, to what do I owe the pleasure? My, my, what have you got here?" The blonde reaper said as he strolled towards them.


    The woman took a step back as she surveys the reaper before her, examining him with caution.


    "Where did you find her? She''s quite the looker, almost reminds me of-" Like lightning, blonde trails bolt towards the women.


    Fumbling around with her face, poking, and prodding at her. "Such beautiful features, perfect in every way. And those fish eyes, Eren..."


    The woman brushes the hands away with a hard smack. "Oi! what did you say about my eyes... Wait? Eren?!"


    The women''s eyes widen in disbelief. "It can''t be... that''s my son. Is he here?" Her voice softened, peering into the reaper''s emerald eyes.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    "Yes, but... Why don¡¯t we catch our breath for a-"


    "Listen you blonde prick, I''m not here to chat, take me to him. Now." She demanded, her glare burrowing into Lucifer.


    "Feisty too. I like that in a woman. I can see where Eren gets his passion-"


    "Just take me to him now." She interrupted Lucifer''s blabbering, again.


    "Mrs. Heart, your son...." Lucifer''s words trail off, trying to find the right words.


    "He''s been through a lot, more than anyone should." The woman grew impatient with the reaper, grabbing his arm and squeezing it hard.


    "Please... just take me to my son."


    "Very well, come with me." Lucifer guided the women away through the dune sea. "Eren..." Mrs. Heart muttered. Charon lumbered along silently, observing them closely.


    Eventually, they came arrived at an overlook above a black ocean. By a tree, Eren stood looking out over the abyss below. His gaze vacant.


    Lucifer led her closer to her son, but keeping a few meters distance from him. "Eren? do you remember this woman?" Eren turned slowly to face the two reapers and Mrs. Heart. He looked at her blankly, no sign of recognition or emotion in his face. "Hello Eren, it''s me... your mother."


    Mrs. Heart waited patiently for a response, anything would do, even a nod of acknowledgment. But nothing came. The eerie silence shattered Mrs. Heart''s spirit.


    She stepped forward towards her son.


    Lucifer stopped her by grabbing her arm. "I wouldn''t do that if I were you." He warned her, his tone firm but not unkind.


    "Eren, I know you are in there somewhere, just wake up. Please." She attempted to walk closer again, but the blonde reaper held her back. His grip strong, keeping her away from Eren.


    "Let me go, now!" Mrs. Heart demanded, struggling to break free from the reaper''s grasp.


    Charon pointed to Eren''s left hand, the whip snaked out from his forearm wrapping around his left arm.


    "His operating on instinct. He sees you as a threat." Lucifer explained calmly.


    "What do you mean by threat?" Mrs. Heart snapped back.


    "Well, that is a rather... lengthy story. But please allow me to handle this." Lucifer flashed a smile at the woman; a twinkle of hope glistened in the corner of her eye. Lucifer crept closer to Eren; the young reaper''s eyes never faltered as the distance closes.


    "Eren, we have company," Lucifer spoke in an upbeat tone. Eren''s eyes shifted from the blonde reaper to the women behind him. "It''s your mother." Lucifer glanced back at Mrs. Heart.


    "She''s here to see you, to say hello." Closer and closer, Lucifer made his way to Eren.


    "You haven''t said hi, why don''t you?" Lucifer was now a within arm¡¯s reach.


    The whip uncoiled itself from Eren''s arm, swaying about in anticipation. "Ahh, that''s better, isn''t it?" Lucifer extended his hand out, smiling warmly at Eren.


    Withdrawing his whip, Eren cautiously stepped towards Mrs. Heart, the long-lost mother, like a moth drawn to the flame.


    "Hello, my baby boy." She whispered softly.


    Eren reached out his left hand to touch her face, hesitantly placing it on her cheek. His body stiffened up. Mrs. Heart placed her own hand over Eren''s, squeezing it gently.


    His mother''s eyes tear up with joy, a smile spread across her lips, and a memory flashed in his mind, the image of a raven-haired child, no more than six years old. It was a time long ago, but Eren still remembered her smiling face as clear as day. The way she would hug him so tightly when she tucked him into bed, the smell of lavender and lemon from her favourite shampoo.


    The warmth of her hand against his cheek as she smiled at him. Eren stopped in place, the memory replaying over and over. The smile on his mother''s face, the twinkle in her eye, the familiar feeling. Eren''s face no longer remains emotionless; the cracks began to show.


    Mrs. Heart took a step forward, embracing the young reaper. "Eren, my darling." She whispered softly.


    Her arms wrapped around him tightly, holding him close to her chest. Eren''s body stiffened up once more the contact was almost foreign to him.


    "Mum?" His voice barely audible, like a whisper on the wind. Life finally flickered behind those vacant eyes, embers in the night.


    "My darling, I''ve missed you so much." She squeezed Eren tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I know it''s been hard for you." Mrs. Heart spoke in a gentle voice. "You can tell me everything, everything that''s happened."


    The young reaper''s voice broke as the weight of his actions pressed down on him. "I... I''m sorry, mum." His tears flowed freely as he buried his face into her shoulder.


    The woman held onto her son tightly, rubbing his back soothingly.


    After what felt like an eternity, tears all but dried, they separated.


    "What happened? Why are you here? " Eren asked weakly.


    "Don''t worry about that now, please tell me what happened. Maybe we can go somewhere else?" Mrs. Heart gently stroked her son''s cheek, wiping away the stray tears.


    Lucifer grabbed a hold of the pair unexpectedly. "Very well, off we go." Unavailing his wings, Lucifer took flight towards the mountain.


    <hr>


    Landing with all the grace of a feather on the rocks, Lucifer quickly closed his wings, Mrs. Heart however, not used to g-force was knelt over emptying her stomach of contents.


    Eren helped his mother back to her feet, before walking with her through the cave entrance. Into his abode of puzzling and irritating proportions. Lucifer following behind.


    "My, my, what a cute little house you have." Mrs. Heart commented in between vomiting sessions. "Thank you," Lucifer replied curtly. As she continued to examine however, her face twisted into a mixture of amusement and confusion.


    "Eren. I thought I taught you better interior design skills. What the fuck is this." Mrs. Heart burst into laughter, pointing at the hideous furniture arrangement. Mrs. Heart had always been a woman who spoke her mind unfiltered. A trait Eren inherited, both to his benefit and determent.


    "That was his fault." Eren pointed to the blonde idiot with a smirk.


    *Blee* Lucifer respond


    "Would you like some tea?" Lucifer asked, putting his tongue away.


    "Sure, that would be lovely." Mrs. Heart replies enthusiastically.


    Lucifer went for a pot and began preparing some hot water, steam billowing from its spout.


    Mrs. Heart sat on one of the few functional chairs in the house. The cushions were old and worn, but it was still comfortable enough to relax on.


    "Are you going to introduce me too your friends?"


    "Oh, um well that''s Lucifer." Eren answered awkwardly.


    "A pleasure, madam." Lucifer bowed.


    "I love your accent; so sophisticated and elegant." Mrs. Heart praised.


    Lucifer was a little taken aback by the sudden compliment, not expecting it at all. He had always sought positive affirmations from Eren but hearing praise from Eren''s mother sent warmth flowing through his veins.


    "Oh, well thank you. I-"


    "Anyway!" Eren interrupted the blonde reaper. Not wanting his mother to become an endless funnel for Lucifers attention seeking.


    "And this is Charon." Eren finished.


    Charon snuck up behind Mrs. Heart with silence, his bulk was concealed by the dark shadows of the cave. Only his burning eyes were visible as he peered over her shoulder, staring intently at her soul. Mrs. Heart turned to face the giant reaper, outstretching her hand.


    "Thank you for bringing me here. I appreciate your help."


    Charon nodded slightly, then returning to the shadows of the room. Watching from afar, silently observing.


    Mrs. Heart let her eyes wander around the room; there was little in terms of decoration. Save for a few pictures and paintings hanging on the walls. Focusing on the painting of Lucifer and the reluctant Eren.


    "My, my, I didn''t know you were gay." The woman jested.


    Eren nearly fell out of his chair, completely caught off guard by the comment. "Mum!" He cried out. Lucifer burst into laughter, almost falling to the ground in hysterics.


    "I''m not gay!" Eren''s face turned a bright shade of red, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.


    Mrs. Heart and Lucifer continued to laugh at Eren''s embarrassment. Their laughter filled the air with joy.


    "I just tease Eren." She chuckled, wiping away a tear from her eye.


    "I have nothing against it. As long as you are happy, that''s all I care about." She placed her hand on his, squeezing it gently. A small smile crept across Eren''s lips, squeezing his mother''s hand back.


    "Now tell me everything that you have been up to." She spoke in a hushed tone, leaning closer towards him. Eren hesitated for a moment, unsure if he wanted to relive the past again. His memories flashed through his mind, vividly remembering every detail. His heart began to race, palms sweating as panic set in.


    "Mum... I don''t know if I can tell you." Eren muttered, voice wavering slightly.


    "It''s okay, I''m here now. You don''t have to do this alone." She reassured her son, stroking his hand comfortingly. Eren closed his eyes tightly, letting out a shaky breath before beginning.


    The pair spoke for hours, discussing all that had happened since they last saw each other. Eren recounted his journey, sharing his hopes and dreams, along with his fears and regrets. It felt good to finally talk about what happened, but it also brought back painful memories.


    The hours rolled by, eternity would sooner take them, time meaningless between a mother and her son.


    "How did you die?" Eren asked suddenly, curiosity getting the better of him. Mrs. Heart went silent for a moment, gathering her thoughts.


    "Well... I had been sick for a while, but I didn''t want to tell anyone. I didn''t want to worry them." She began.


    "Back home it has become that much harder to live; If you don''t work for a guild life is very difficult."


    Mrs. Heart paused, sighing deeply before continuing. "Your father, desperate to find anything, joined the local guild as an accountant. He works so, very, very hard. We could barely afford the medication. Eventually, we couldn''t afford it anymore."


    ¡°And your sister, her smile kept us all going. Especially after you died.¡±


    Eren listened intently, absorbing every word. "We did our best, but the guild wouldn''t pay for me. And... Well, I guess that brought me here." Mrs. Heart gestured to the room around her, smiling sadly.


    Eren let out a frustrated sigh. "Damn them! Why didn''t they help you? If only I didn¡¯t¡­" Eren clenched his fists tightly, knuckles turning white from strain.


    Mrs. Heart smiled warmly at her son''s concern.


    "It''s alright dear, what''s done is done." She gently placed her hand on his arm, easing the anger within.


    "You can go home, Eren. You can be with your family again." Mrs. Heart spoke softly. Eren''s eyes lit up at the prospect of returning home. The thought of seeing his sister again filled him with excitement.


    But it was too good to be true. "If I go home, it won''t be the same. I''m not the same son you lost." He lowered his head, looking down at the floor in shame.


    Mrs. Heart''s face softened, pulling her son into a tight embrace.


    "You are and always be my son and I love you. Ugly white hair and all." She kissed the top of his head lovingly. "Nothing will ever change that, and nothing will change that between you and your father and sister."


    Eren broke down into tears once again. His shoulders shook as the emotions poured out. Mrs. Heart held him close to her chest, whispering soothing words to him.


    After some time, Eren managed to regain control over himself. His breathing steadied and his tears dried.


    "It''s okay, my little man." She chuckled softly, wiping away a stray tear from his cheek.


    "However, it''s time for me to go."


    "Wait... what?" Eren stammered, confused by his mother''s sudden announcement.


    "I didn''t expect to stay here for so long, I didn''t want to interrupt your life." She explained gently.


    "Please, can''t you stay a bit longer?" Eren pleaded with her. Hoping beyond hope that she would stay. Perhaps even death would permit it.


    "It''s okay dear, my instincts are pulling at me. This isn''t the end; we will meet again someday. For now, live your life as best you can. For me and for your father. To see your sisters smile one more time."


    Standing from the chair, kissing her son once more on the cheek. "Good luck with whatever task lies ahead. I''ll be cheering for you, always."


    "Take care of him, and make sure he doesn''t do anything stupid."


    "Always do, madame," Lucifer reassured her.


    Mrs. Heart nodded, turning to leave; her time done here.


    "Charon, my handsome skeleton man, be a dear and escort me home." Charon lifted his robe, revealing a boney hand beneath, extending out for her to take.


    <hr>


    Eren and Lucifer escorted her to the passing gates, the large gate at the centre of the temple loomed over them.


    Walking with pace, Eren grabs his mum from behind. A last-minute desperate hug.


    "I love you mom." He whispered.


    "I love you too." She replied.


    "I promise I''ll make you proud,"


    She smiled warmly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I''m already proud."


    Eren reluctantly let go of his mother, stepping back beside Lucifer. The two stood silently as Mrs. Heart took slow steady steps towards the gate, smiling softly before disappearing into the blinding blue of the gate.


    "Bye..." Eren trailed off, with his mother gone a part of him left too. A pain that cannot be described. But one that he was glad to feel once more.


    ¡°She will always be with you." Lucifer comforted Eren, placing a hand on his shoulder.


    "I know, but it still hurts," Eren replied solemnly. Lucifer gave him a reassuring smile, squeezing his shoulder gently. "Well, it''s time to return home and prepare for your final trial." Lucifer spoke in an excited tone.


    "I''m ready to finish this." Eren responded. Lucifer nodded, leading them back towards their abode.


    Eren took one last look at the gate, knowing that one day he would see his mother again.

 Chapter 8: Reaper training - The final trial

    The new dawn broke; although there was never any sun to guide him. Eren could tell, everything felt lighter, the air easier to breathe.


    Eren slipped out of his sheets and walked out of his cave. A renewed sense of purpose flowered in his heart, an indescribable feeling. Eren was ready to face his last trial and move on, ready to go home.


    Lucifer burst through the door, his golden locks of hair shining bright, a shimmering halo. His eyes bright as the day they met.


    "Good morning, Eren." Lucifer spoke in a joyful tone. Eren nodded, returning a half-smile.


    "It''s finally happening!" Lucifer jumped onto Eren; his excitement barely containable. "We''re going to the final trial, it''s looooong overdue. But I cannot wait to see you achieve greatness!" Lucifer gushed.


    Eren pushed the energetic reaper off him, rolling off the bed and to his feet.


    "Yeah, it''s finally going to be over," Eren remarked coldly.


    "Don''t be a gloomy goose!" Lucifer replied cheerfully. The vigour of Lucifers'' attitude was grating on Eren''s nerves, rubbing his temples to quell the mounting headache.


    Lucifer escorted Eren out of the mountain mouth, wearing only the worn and faded black shirt and matching pants, the harsh lessons of time left their mark on them both.


    The duo flew silently for a while, flapping wings carried them over the dune sea towards their destination. Eren had a feeling of melancholy, was he to miss this place? That did seem unlikely. For all its miseries, it taught him a lot, more than he could learn on Earth.


    The towering Charon stood with an imposing silhouette, the breeze carrying away the ashen dust from his cloak. Like the gentle tide of a river.


    Lucifer landed, at the feet of the Skelton. Outside of the arena where it all began.


    "We are ready. Eren, you will follow Charon from here. Good luck."


    "Wait? What? You haven''t told me anything about this trial?" Eren replied exasperated.


    "You will do well; I have faith in you." Lucifer ignored Eren''s concern, brushing him off with a nonchalant wave of his hand.


    "That didn''t answer my question. Why aren''t you coming?"


    The question spooked the reaper. "Oh, ummmm... I''m going to take over Charon''s job whilst you''re gone. I mean, we can''t have a mountain of souls lining up." He replied hastily. Eyes darting around, looking to avoid his wards ire.


    Instead catching the burning gaze of Charon''s, judging him silently.


    Words uttered without a sound, eyes speaking volumes more than lips could ever utter.


    "Ugh, fine. You''re so pushy, Charon. I''m going¡­ to occupy Malphas while you complete your last trial." Lucifer grumbled,


    Charon gave a subtle nod, before the gracefully striding away.


    "Why?" Eren questioned further.


    "Well, he really, really doesn''t want you to complete the trial." Lucifer fidgeted with his hands nervously, refusing to make eye contact with Eren.


    "Why?" Eren repeated the question, growing impatient with Lucifer''s dodging.


    "Oh, my would you look at the time. Good luck Eren." Lucifer exclaimed as he flapped away, leaving Eren alone with Charon. Eren sighed heavily, the man¡¯s antics were always an annoyance. He may have been a hollow shell for some time, but he certainly didn''t miss this nonsense.


    <hr>


    "Does he know what''s going to happen?" Eren questioned the giant reaper who stalked ahead, just out of reach.


    Charon kept his skull forward, black cape whipping about in the breeze, billowing behind him.


    The wasteland stretched out infinitely on all sides, ashen dunes rising and falling like waves upon an ocean. Melting into the darkness of the horizon, footsteps and dust clouds the only indication of progress made.


    "How much further?" Eren probed; the giant was silent as the night, never once turning his gaze towards Eren.


    "Talkative guy, aren''t you." Eren sarcastically muttered.


    Minutes turn to hours, the sky remained unchanged, and still no sight of the destination in sight.


    ''Are we going anywhere? Or is this all an elaborate mindfuck? What if wandering around like an idiot is the trial.'' Eren''s thoughts the only source of entertainment. The never-ending procession of dunes and the occasional pillar of stone was all that seemed to exist.


    Eventually, the rhythmic movements of Charon''s boots halted, standing at the peak of a dune. Down below in the trough was another temple.


    "Finally." Eren huffed in relief. His legs wobbling from the unending marching. Charon simply began walking again, taking the slope down with ease, an occasional leg stretches for support.


    The temple was far different from the main temple. This one was foreign in design, architecture unknown to the young reaper. White marble that glimmered in the pale light.


    Faces of strange entities adorned the exterior, made from a type of rock, unlike anything Eren had seen before. Faces contorted in pain and anguish, silently crying out to the heavens.


    Eren sprinted past Charon, the urge to finish this trial growing ever stronger. He needed to go home.


    The temples designs became more apparent as they got closer. Marble statues lined the grand staircase that led to a colossal doorway. Faces of death, be it ancient, reaper, skeleton or foreign, all screaming out in silent agony. A temple to monument the suffering of all.


    The arches of the temple entrance crumbling with age, the once mighty stone pillars now reduced to mere piles of rubble. Within, shadows were cast upon the cracked floor, light was absent here. Distant clicking echoed within the chamber. Like the exterior, worn away with time, small fissures running through the interior walls and ceiling. The remnants of pillars lay strewn across the ground, chunks of debris scattered around.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    "Where are we Charon?" Eren questioned the silent reaper, receiving nothing but the crackling of dust and clicking of stones.


    Murals on the walls tell a story, or were intended too at least. Distorted images of battles, creatures, and beings unlike anything Eren had seen before.


    Darkness veiled the true art; chipped away, veiled under fleeting light.


    Deep rumbling began from beyond, distant at first, then growing louder with every step closer to the source. Echoes of thumping footsteps vibrated throughout the chamber, shaking the loose rubble from the ceiling.


    The archway of the chamber shuddered, fragments of stone cascading down, as a creature forced itself through.


    Large hulking, the beast stocky and thick. Heavy armour plates covered its chest and back, tapering down into a pair of abnormal small legs. Its arms were also large like trunks, ending in four long boney fingers. A black helmet infused with its skull. With eyes of pure white, illuminating the darkness, piercing through the shadows of the temple.


    Eren instinctively summoned his whip, taking a few steps back to gain ground.


    The monster stopped before Eren, eyes bored into him with an eerie sense of intelligence. Analysing the reaper.


    "What do you want?" Eren demanded. The beast lets out a roar, the vibrations rippling through the air. It charged towards the reaper.


    With practiced speed, Eren rolled out of the way. The creature narrowly missed him, skidding to a halt at the chamber wall.


    The beast produced its weapon, a morning star made from bone, a larger hammer stitched on the end.


    With its right arm, it swung downwards with a crushing force.


    Eren barely managed to dodge in time. The bone spikes cracking the floor, causing a tremor throughout the chamber.


    The creature spun around quickly, throwing a bone-breaking left hook. The fist connected with Eren''s side, launching him across the chamber, smashing into the far wall.


    ''What is this thing?'' Eren questioned, this was nothing he had faced in the arena. This creature felt different, driven, a purpose behind its whites.


    Picking himself off the ground, Eren charged at the monster, intent on fighting back. His whip pierced through the beast¡¯s shoulder. A small chunk of armour fell to the ground, rolling a few meters before settling in place. The monster roared in pain, swinging its weapon wildly in retaliation.


    Eren stepped backwards, avoiding the clumsy attacks. Parrying it with ease; slicing chunks of armour and flesh from the beast with each counter. Blood splashed across the floor.


    The creature stopped its flailing, grabbing a hold of Eren''s appendage. "Shit!" He cursed as it swung him about like a ragdoll.


    Around and around, the ceiling blurring past in a spiral of motion. His vision darkened as unconsciousness threatened.


    Letting go, the reaper was launched across the chamber, colliding with the walls in a crash. Landing near the silent reaper who had been observing the fight from afar.


    "Are you going to help?" Eren wheezed out, dazed, and confused. Charon remained motionless, silent as a statue. "Never...fucking mind." Eren muttered to himself.


    The creature approached again, wielding its massive hammer of bone, intent on ending this battle. Charon walked away whilst the monster charged towards Eren. Hitting the ground with force, breaking the floor in two. The beast let out a frustrated roar, spraying blood everywhere, turning to face Eren once more.


    Swinging wildly, Eren ducked under the attack, piercing through its left knee joint. A flurry of whip strikes pierced through armour and flesh. Crimson blood flowed freely from the beasts¡¯ wounds, landing atop Eren''s white hair. The creature stumbled forward, armouring cracking, flesh split open. The beast collapsed on the ground, body spasming from shock.


    "Good riddance." Eren huffed in exhaustion, retreating to a safe distance. The creature slowly rose to its feet once again.


    Its wounds healing themselves, flesh sizzling together, remaining amour falling to the ground; what remained were deep scars and furry skin. Sensation of sinister energy filling the air; Eren could not see it but the creature grinned behind the veil of its mask. Delighting in its long-forgotten purpose.


    ''Fuck this.'' Eren cursed in his head, realizing the futility of trying to damage it. Instead, catching up to Charon who delved deeper into the ruins. However, the creature refused to let its prey go. Quicker now with every step, chasing down the reaper.


    Smacking Eren into the ground, bouncing off the stone, skidding to a halt at the feet of Charon. "Is this part of the test?" Eren groaned. The silent reaper gave no response, proceeding deeper into the temple.


    Eren rose slowly into the air by the leg. Like a toy for the beast to play with. Throwing him through the air, cratering through into an open chamber.


    Unlike the rest of the temple, this room was well maintained. The walls, while cracked and chipped, retained much of their original splendour, the paint vibrant, and the statues majestic.


    The Reaper rolled onto his stomach, pushing himself to his knees. Vision blurry, head throbbing, the ringing in his ears drowning out the distant clicking of bone. The creature stepped through the archway, its stomps harder now, threatening to collapse the entire structure.


    "You just don''t quit, do you?" Eren muttered in annoyance. His strength had all but drained away. This monster, while easy to defeat in terms of stats, was different. Its regenerative properties a perfect counter to Eren''s offensive abilities.


    Not all was lost however; there was a glimmer of hope, the back of the room revealed a large altar, atop a flight of stairs. White stone reflecting the dim light from outside, an obsidian ring glistened at the centre of the altar.


    The obsidian ring, unlike anything he had seen before, pulsed with energy, allure of design.


    A loud crash ripped Eren out of his contemplation. Turning to see the creature up close, its white eyes burning bright as a flame, glaring down at the reaper. A fleeting glimpse was all that was allowed, the massive fist connected hard, launching Eren across the chamber into a pile of rubble.


    ¡®Reaper¡­¡¯


    Charon stood at the base of the stairs, eyeing Eren then the roof above, about to fold under the strain of battle.


    With all the speed and strength Eren could muster, Eren flicked his whip above, slicing through the ceiling; rubble and stone collapsing down. Pinning the creature within a mountain of debris.


    ¡®Reaper.¡¯


    He staggered towards the altar, ascending the on hands and knees, dragging himself up the stairs. Exhaustion creeping into every inch of his body. The rings presence more substantial now, whispers filling the young reapers mind.


    "Come to me... wield me..." It whispered.


    Every step brought a pained roar from the beast, one goal, its reason of being under threat.


    "Reaper, Reaper, Reaper." Chorus of whispers grew stronger. "Take us!"


    Now above it, the ring faintly glowed. Attraction magnetic; an invisible force pulling Eren in. As soon as the reaper made contact tendrils burst forth, wrapping around his arm, crawling up towards his shoulder.


    Clawing under his skin, turning his body black and veins dark red.


    He was gone.


    <hr>


    Moments later, he awoke. Time slowed to a crawl, voices quelled and pain dissipated. The beast having broken free, charged towards Eren. Not to toy with him longer, but a posture that screamed scurried haste.


    Its purpose now void.


    The only thing on the beast''s mind was the artifact in front of it, to ensure its safety.


    The ring now glowed an unnatural blue; with each pulsing beat the floor trembled. Exactly one thought ran through Eren''s mind.


    ''Hunger.'' The young reaper raised his left hand as he would with his whip.


    Instead of his bone appendage, volleys of tendrils erupted from the palm. They rushed towards the beast, wrapping around its massive bulk. Clinging to its flesh, breaking it down with each lash of black.


    The creature howled, swatting, protecting what little it had left. Blood spewing from the black void.


    The creature lost its will, movements low, encased in deeper despair. Nothing remained of the beast, the battle a memory soon faded.


    Waves of nausea hit Eren hard, forcing him to his knees, breathing deep gulps of air. Stomach emptying with each exhale.


    "Jesus, I''ve had enough of this place." Eren stood up, taking one last look at the mess around him. To think, once a grand temple stood here.


    Now nothing but a shattered shell, filled with stone and death.


    Charon sat at the base of the stairs, watching with silent approval. His arms rested on his staff. Eren walked past leading Charon out of the temple, triumph flowered with each step. Victory.


    The end was in sight, he just had to finish it. Although the feeling of having lost something lingered. Something that has changed within him, a loss, or a gain? For we could not tell.

 Bonus Chapter 8.5: The silent reaper

    The first day:


    Charon stood overlooking the line of souls, as he had done so for millennia, silently observing, watching a sea of despair fear and anguish flow by. A peace came with such silence, it brought about clarity in the chaos of all things.


    "Charonnnnnn!" The voice of a certain reaper broke the peace of silence, echoed across the desolate dunes. ""Charon, Charon, have you seen him?" The silent reaper does not acknowledge the call, nor does he sway from his duty. "Charon! Charon, you can¡¯t ignore me. You love the company I bring." He drew closer.


    Charon did not speak, for it was not his place to, but his actions spoke loud enough for the blonde idiot to understand. "Okay, I''ll tell you what happened." Lucifer continued. "We have a new reaper, and... Gabriel said I could be his trainer." Charon merely nodded at the announcement, unsure of why Lucifer would come all this way just to tell him that. "My god he is a cutie. Raven hair, soft skin, a tight body and those eyes, oh those sanpaku eyes."


    Charon turned away from Lucifer, attempting to escape his babbling. The endless prattle of Lucifer was becoming unbearable. "Sights to see." Lucifer continued, oblivious to Charon''s disinterest. "Of course, he won''t fall for my charm as easily as you have. He''ll need to be broken in, like a stallion." Lucifer eyes lit up, thoughts running amuck going into overdrive.


    Picking up the pace, Charon increased his stride, attempting to put more distance between himself and Lucifer. Speed became a light jog, then a sprint. Lucifer matched his pace, keeping up with Charon''s efforts. "Where are we going?" Lucifer asked excitedly. "I wonder what outfit to get him? Should I go all out and dress him up in that outfit?" The reaper rambled on and on, childlike excitement infectious.


    Charon stopped dead, turning to face the giddy reaper. However, he had vanished into thin air.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    "Sowhatdoyouthinkcuteisntheofcoursenooneisascuteasme..."


    Lucifer appeared on top of the towering reapers head, blonde threads dangling in front of skull eyes. Charon gave a thumbs up, hoping Lucifer would accept his acknowledgement, hoping to resume his peace.


    But alas, it fails; Lucifer continued speaking at a breakneck pace, his words coming out so fast; it was hard to make sense of what is being said. Lucifer''s voice goes up and down in volume, reaching a fevered pitch before trailing off. Lucifer stopped abruptly, hopping down from his perch, walking away from the giant reaper.


    "Do you think he has memories from his past?" His voice softer than before, more contemplative. "I doubt it. He has come and gone to many times. If anything, he''d be lucky to remember his previous life." Lucifer spoke with an odd tone of melancholy.


    "But what can I do? The past is the past, we must look forward to the future. Speaking of which." Lucifer suddenly dropped the pensive mood, regaining his normal happy-go-lucky demeanour.


    "The rumour around the dunes is that Eren is in line for the ring. Anything you care to share with you best friend in the whole wide wasteland?"


    Charon did not acknowledge the question, there were rumours among the dunes that flowed into the mountain of death, whispers that even the mighty could not keep silent.


    "I knew it; you''re such a gossip." Clapping his hands excitedly, bouncing on his toes like a school girl.


    Dismayed that Lucifer managed to deduce his secret from simple observation. The skull opened, almost wanting to speak; however, Lucifer stopped him.


    "Oh, my it''s nearly time. Always a pleasure Charon." Unveiling his wings. "I''ve got curriculum to prepare." Shooting through the air like an arrow, Lucifer flapped away leaving only a dust cloud behind.


    Charon finally relaxed; peace so merited, silence of the waste a state of enjoyment.


    The grey clouds that blanketed the sky, broke, opening to the field of stars above. Charon''s eyes watched the scene unfold, the multitudes of colours changing constantly.


    "I''m...glad...you...have...found...your...smile." Charon whispered to the stars. His voice coming deep within the bones, words carried on the wind, flowing across the dunes.

 Chapter 9: Reaper training - An end and a beginning

    ''Home''


    The word echoed throughout his mind. A word so simple, yet the implications beyond understanding. A word long forgotten, lingering in the back of the consciousness. Eren would not miss the eternal dunes, the silence, nor the cold company.


    Home was within reach now


    Eren''s body moved with purpose and determination. The familiar landmarks appeared as they approached the end. Charon silently followed Eren, attempting to match his pace.


    The temple grew closer and closer, Eren picked up speed, running as fast as his legs could carry him.


    Lucifer stood at the entrance, golden locks his first welcome to the realm of the living; now the final light at the end of the tunnel.


    "Eren, you completed it, well done." Lucifers voice filled with a sense of urgency. As he quickly ushered him inside. Something was wrong.


    "Yes, I got this ring-"


    "It looks gorgeous Eren, come, come let¡¯s get you home." Lucifer interrupted, dragging him by the hand.


    "Lucifer... I just want to say thank you-"


    ¡°Eren, darling, you can thank me when you get home." His eyes shifting around the room, fearful and alert. The stress of his nonchalance becoming more apparent.


    "What''s wrong? You usually start gloating about yourself now." Eren asked with suspicion.


    "There''s time for gloating later. We must go. Now!" Nearly ripping his fingers off as the weaved through the line of souls.


    "Lucifer! Tell me what is going on!" Eren demanded.


    "Malphas knows you have the ring." Lucifer spoke quickly.


    A sudden gust of wind blew through the chamber, the sound of beating wings soaring down the tunnel.


    "Dam, Stay behind me." Lucifer commanded, backing up slowly. Lucifer charged his body with magic, in anticipation for a fight.


    "You cannot not be allowed to leave." Malphas growled, landing with a thud, cracking the floor.


    The facade of apathy and calm is cracked; wraith and vengeance leaking into his words.


    "Eren, you have to go, I''ll buy you some time." Lucifer ordered, attempting to push Eren away. Eren stood firm, refusing to leave Lucifer alone to fight the loathsome reaper.


    "Do not interfere!" Malphas snarled.


    Malphas¡¯ wings spread wide; feathers sharpened into points. He launched himself forward, rapidly beating his wings, launching him towards the duo.


    Lucifer stood between, materializing a halberd of darkness. The obsidian blade glimmered in the faint light, spinning it above his head. Malphas'' wings bludgeoned Lucifer as he dodged the incoming blow, tucking in to a roll. He propelled himself upwards with his free hand, striking at Malphas'' unguarded back.


    Malphas twisted his body, avoiding the strike, a feather slicing across Lucifer''s cheek.


    "Go!" Once more Lucifer pleaded with Eren.


    The reaper was stuck in two minds, leave, return home to his family, or fight using all the skills he has leant. The ring helped him with his decision, vibrating with intensity, whispers crept into his mind.


    ''Fight.'' They commanded. ''Do not run, show no fear. Feed me.''


    "We''ll fight together," Eren stated with conviction.


    "What? No! This is not your battle, go! Charon take him." Lucifer roared, Malphas used the distraction to knock Lucifer down with a swing of his wing.


    Instinct driven the tendrils burst forth, snaking along the ground. Looking to fuel its hunger once more. Malphas darted through the black mass, expert precision in his movements, like practice paying off after centuries.


    "No more tricks, Eren." Malphas reached him, dagger slicing his fingers clean off. Blood spurted from the stumps.


    "ARRRGHHHH! Damn it!" He cursed, stumbling back clutching his five bloodied stumps, Malphas raised his dagger once more.


    "You should have left when you had the chance."


    Malphas thrust the blade forward, aimed at the heart. Expecting another revive, Eren braced.


    However, Charon blocked the strike, diverting the course of the dagger. The sharp edge only slicing a shallow cut across his chest.


    "You too ferryman, you would see chaos reign?" Malphas growled. Lucifer rejoined the fight, standing by Charon''s side.


    "Eren, I''ll not ask again. Your time is done here. Leave!" Lucifer ordered.


    The process of the afterlife came to a halt, the dead, reapers, and the guardians of the dammed watched on. Whispers filled the chamber, anticipation brewing within the souls.


    Lucifer and Malphas clashed, a deadly dance of blades. Swings and parries, steel on steel, the clash of metal ringing out across the chamber. Feathers spinning through the air like shrapnel, slicing through bone and flesh. Charon stayed back, keeping an eye on Eren, prepared to defend his charge at any moment.


    Eren, finally understood that he had to leave. Gathering his severed fingers, wrapping them in a bundle of torn shirt.


    Lucifer summoned his wings taking to the sky; Malphas doing the same. Higher and higher until eyes level, the duel continued. Lucifer used his halberd to block the incoming strikes, the dagger cutting deep into metal with each strike.


    This was his chance, Eren rushed to the central gate. Home was within reach. The eyes of the temple split between the battle above and the scenes below. The familiar red suit of Gabriel standing by, watching over all.


    Lucifer closed in ready to deliver a deadly blow. Malphas swiftly dogged, leveraging his wings like a scythe, severing one of the blonde reaper¡¯s wings.


    Lucifer let out a deafening scream, plummeting towards the ground, limp wing following behind.


    Landing at the foot of the gate, several bounces along the marble floor, accompanied by the sickening cracks with each bounce. Lucifer barley able to move. Bones broken, organs crushed, flesh marred by cuts and bruises. Lucifer got to one knee breathing heavy, blood dripping from his mouth.


    "Charon! help him!" Eren ordered. The giant reaper nodded in acknowledgement, walking over to assist his fellow reaper.


    Malphas landed behind the blonde reaper. His own injuries showing; wounds leaking crimson across his face, eyes red as blood.


    "You...won''t...win." Lucifer breathed out weakly.


    "And yet you sit below me, broken." Malphas raised his dagger.


    Eren and Lucifer made brief eye contact, a wink from the blonde reaper before closing his eyes, preparing himself for what was to come.


    The dagger descended, cutting clean through Lucifers neck, head landing with a thud.


    Eren froze, watching as the blonde reaper disintegrated into nothing. Malphas slowly turned to face Eren, stepping forward. Each step with more purpose than the last. Eyes burning with hate and determination. Charon charged ready to take his friends place, even though he was not as adept at fighting.


    Eren was paralysed, legs shaking, body buckling beneath its own weight. A memory that he had not thought of in years. Kyo''s head rolling along the ground; Lucifers falling the same way.


    Everything was numb, cold creeping through every inch of him. ''I''m going to die; I''ve come so far and it all means nothing.¡¯The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Charon tried to fight, but was promptly knocked across the room, slamming into the gate''s entrance. His back splintering apart, large chunks of bone scattering across the floor.


    "You have nothing left!" Malphas rasped. "You have failed."


    ''Fight...'' The whisper returned, although these weren''t the whispers of the ring. A voice long since forgotten by Eren. Only ever hearing it through one conversation.


    Death whispered into his mind.


    ''Fight... for the ones who live... The ones that died... the ones that loved you...'' Ethereal voices rippled through his mind.


    <hr>


    "You''ve already killed me a thousand times, and yet I''m still here!" Eren screamed out, red mist billowing around him. Whip dancing above his head, dancing to the symphony of pain, anger, and fear.


    Malphas snorted. "And the fault is mine, I thought if I could break you...I would spare you and all the worlds a great deal of pain." The wraith was worn, exhausted from battle. His breathing laboured.


    Eren straightened, whip coiled.


    Malphas steadied himself, malice burning deep in his eyes. "No more talk, I''ve grown tired of you. Your demise shall be my last gift."


    Dagger raised high, charging forward with heavy wing strokes. The tip of his blade angled down towards the centre of Eren''s chest.


    Eren ducked under the attack, narrowly missing the blade by an inch. He rolled backwards before getting to his feet, his body felt like it was moving on its own, dodging every attack without hesitation. Sneaking in whip strikes between attacks.


    "We took his family...Use it." The ring echoed from his severed finger.


    "Are you going to send me to hell... To meet your family?" Eren growled out. Malphas halted mid swing, the words causing him to pause.


    "What did you say?" He replied, the anger flaring in his tone.


    "Imagine if your family could see you now? What would they see?"


    "You know nothing-"


    "But I do, I know who you are. You''re a coward, a pathetic, cowardly mutt. Who couldn''t protect his family and failed in death too." Eren quipped, barb coated words sticking into Malphas'' skin. Emotions he had not felt in years; grief, sorrow, shame, guilt, and fear welled up inside him. A feeling that had long since passed within the gaunt reaper.


    "Stop talking." He roared out, throwing himself forward, enraged at Eren''s words. His blade stabbing towards Eren''s chest once more.


    However, it only hit air, Eren sidestepping the attack, ducking under the wings. Using the momentum to land a solid strike across Malphas'' back, knocking the reaper off balance.


    Malphas had become sloppy in form, emotions getting the better of him. But still a threat, each clash with the whip only stoking the fire inside him. Malphas was blinded by lost emotions, face contorted into a mask of anger and hate. He spat out the blood from his mouth, fury igniting the fires once more. His eyes burning bright red.


    Charging in, this time the ring intervened. A visage of white fire projected the surrounding area. "No... No." Malphas spoke softly. Using the distraction Eren, with precision slashed Malphas'' eye. The strike cutting clean through, blinding one side. Blackened blood flowing from the open wound.


    Malphas cried out, dropping to his knees, hand clutching the open wound. The white fire still caused greater distress. Eren gave him no quarter, jumping back to create distance.


    Unfurling his whip, slashing at the blind spot. The lash finding its mark, tearing deep into the skin. Again, and again deep cuts ran along Malphas'' torso. Screams of pain grew louder and louder with each strike.


    "Stop!" He pleaded. "Please!" Blood dribbled from his mouth, falling down his chest. His movements were slowed, unable to stand tall any longer.


    Eren paused the attack, hand held high in the air. Whatever the white fire was, it had done what blades could never do. Pity flooded through him; this wasn''t the way Eren wanted it to end.


    ''Let him be free.'' Eren thought to himself.


    After pausing to think, he readied for one final attack. To end his misery. Bring the hook down aiming for his neck.


    "I thought you lost your humanity?" Malphas'' low growl caught Eren of guard. The whip was caught before it could connect. It seemed like Malphas had regained his strength, gripping the bone whip tightly.


    Malphas forcefully pulled Eren forward, spinning and slamming him down to the ground.


    "You thought you could kill me and my family!"


    "What? I didn''t-" Malphas slammed again, marbled floor breaking off in chunks. Eren coughing up blood, vision blurry from the sudden shock.


    "I won''t let you hurt anyone else!" Malphas grabbed a chunk of marble, crushing Eren''s face. Bones bending under the impact, Eren could feel a couple of teeth in the back of his throat. Malphas kept his grip on the reaper. Continuing to bash his head into the floor. Eren spat out his broken teeth. Taking another flick with his whip, desperate to stop this madman.


    Malphas once more caught it, his wings flapped harder and harder, lifting himself up from the ground. Eren''s arm yanked towards the madman. Faster and faster until both reapers were off the ground, hovering above the marble.


    The air rushed by; their surroundings became a blur of motion. "I''m sorry my family, I''ve failed you all! But I can make sure he never hurts anyone else ever again." Reaching the top of the spire, the crazed reaper releases his grip on the bone whip.


    Eren plummeted towards the marble floor below. With one last strike, Eren latched his whip around Malphas'' neck. With every ounce of strength left, he tightened it as hard as he could. Whip digging deep into his throat. The two falling like a meteor towards the marble floor.


    Malphas controlled it as best he could, flying up, down, side-ways, anything to keep himself away from the floor.


    "Let...go...you...monster." He gasped out, desperately trying to free himself from the binds.


    "Not this time." Eren replied, pulling down even harder on the whip. Malphas spiralled out of control, colliding with the side of the gate, a deafening crack filled the chamber.


    Eren''s body collided with the marble floor, shattering his left leg on impact. The collision had forced the two apart, Eren''s whip rattled along the ground. The air was knocked from his lungs, struggling to take in air.


    He rolled onto his back, pain searing through his body, the numbness slowly creeping through.


    ''It''s done.'' He thought to himself. With his one good leg he limped to his final goal. Malphas lay on the far side of the room, wings mangled and broken, just barely hanging on.


    The gate was so close now, the energy from the ring swirling around him, empowering him to finish this trial.


    However, the onlookers painted a different picture, horror.


    "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A roar rang out across the chamber. Malphas rose, wings fallen away, eyes are now a dark red colour, the veins in his eyes and his face are black. His appearance had changed; Teeth sharper and more jagged, his kept hair longer and changed to white, and his body is taller and more muscular than before.


    ''I tried.'' Thought Eren before the new beast pinned him against the side of the gate. Hot breath washed over his face. Death''s odour filled his nostrils.


    Heavy punches rain down upon Eren''s already battered body, breaking his nose, jaw, blood spurting with each impact. The blows continue all over Eren''s body, ribs breaking and organs rupturing.


    "NO! You! Will! Not! LIVE!" Each word, punctuated by a blow. The world around began to vanish once more, like the very first time he died. It was peaceful despite the blows, Eren couldn''t feel anything anymore.


    ''I was so close, I''m sorry I couldn''t get back to you.'' He thought before closing his eyes, awaiting what was to come. And yet, nothing came, faint shapes were visible in the distance. His consciousness fading in and out, slowly becoming a speck of light in the dark.


    The beast was held high in the air, Lord Azazel had arrived. The fight was over, a god had intervened.


    "Gabriel..." With out specification, Gabriel began to heal Eren. Vision slowly recovering with each pulse of Gabriel''s palm.


    Malphas dropped to his knees, suit in tatters, flesh bruised and bloodied, no strength left to fight. His wounds not healing as they should, remaining open and exposed.


    "You have lost... Eren will leave for the living and you... shall remain."


    "The ring..." Malphas managed to breathe out, barely above a whisper. "It cannot go back..." He reached for it weakly, using his last remaining strength.


    Lord Azazel interrupted him.


    "You lost; the ring is Eren''s to keep." His tone flat, apathetic to the creature''s plight. Malphas turned to face Eren one last time.


    "I tried to save you... from a life of endless death... One day you will end up here; on your knees, begging Death for salvation..." His voice fading into the background noise of the temple.


    Azazel reached down, offering a hand to help Malphas to his feet. The defeated Reaper swatted it away, instead picking up a broken piece of marble.


    Malphas looked at the others in the chamber, his eyes-only conveying sorrow.


    "No... more." A feeble attempt to attack Azazel is meet with his Lord easily overpowering him. Summoning his scythe, one slash killing him. Body turning into the ashen dust from a diagonal cut across his chest.


    Malphas was no more.


    <hr>


    Eren returned to full form, sitting up right with ease. His broken body whole once more, cuts healed and blood cleaned. As good as new.


    "You have done well... Reaper Eren." Azazel spoke calmly.


    "It has been many years since I''ve seen one of my own rises to greater heights." His tone as neutral as ever. Despite the death of one of his own, Azazel did not show any sign of remorse or sorrow.


    Gabriel was next to speak. "Now is your time to return to the living world. May you make good use of the gift we bestowed upon you." Eren took one last look at Gabriel and Azazel. Ready to take his place among the living.


    "Wait, what about-" The idiotic smirk of Lucifer caught his attention.


    Lucifer appeared, seemingly from nowhere. He walked over to stand with Azazel and Gabriel.


    "My Eren, how far you have come. You have made the luckiest reaper in the land. Oh, I could cry tears of joy right now." Lucifer spoke excitedly.


    "Why are you here?" Eren asked curiously. He saw the man die, death at the hands of a reaper felt like a permanent demise.


    "You can''t kill me, I''m too beautiful to die." His voice had returned to normal, any signs of stress and fear now vanished.


    "Lucifer. Stop wasting Eren''s time. It''s time for him to leave." Gabriel commanded.


    "Yes, yes of course. It is time, go forth my little dove, I will be seeing you soon." He winked before turning to Azazel and Gabriel.


    "Thank you for everything, Lucifer." Eren whispered softly.


    Lucifer looked back and smiled at the young reaper. "No, thank you for giving me a friend."


    "You too Charon, thank you." A thumbs up from the broken reaper was hall he could muster. Although, his thumb was split in half.


    Stepping through the gate, Eren vanished; with a flash of light, Eren is gone. The onlookers returned to their duties, souls returning to the line, reapers to their jobs.


    Back to the grindstone of processing and diligence

 Chapter 9.1: Malphas

    The sun rose over the ocean waves, a golden mist slowly settling over the sandy shores. Crashing waves drowned out by the shrieking seagulls circling overhead. A beautiful morning in a beautiful town.


    A man lay, basking under the warm rays that peeked through the canopy above.


    "Good morning, my love." A woman crooned, a soft smile gracing her lips.


    "Morning." He spoke quietly, eyes still closed. Enjoying the tranquillity of the morning, listening to the ocean waves, feeling the warmth of his wife''s embrace.


    "Dad!" Children''s calls stirred him from his peaceful state. The man grumbled, burying his head in the pillow, trying to hide from his responsibilities.


    "C''mon darling. They are up. They wait to fish with their father." A gentle poke and an affectionate nuzzle encouraged him to get up.


    Before becoming the reaper, Malphas was a humble fisherman by the name of Matthias. A loving wife, four kids, and a life at the ocean. Unlike his reaper form, his body was deeply tanned, years working under the blazing sun. Long unkempt blonde hair and piercing green eyes, muscles toned from labour at sea.


    "DAD! Quickly!" Urgency in their voices brought the fisherman to his feet, running to meet them at the shoreline. He stumbled out of the house, nearly tripping over himself.


    "What''s wrong?!"


    The children all huddled on the cliffs edge, pointing in silent fear. "Another one?" Matthias knelt next to his children, squinting as he peered over the edge.


    "Another monster." A giant beast lay dead at the bottom of the cliff, purple blood soaking the sand. Its massive frame dwarfed anything he had ever seen before.


    ''...Another one?'' He thought to himself.


    "That''s the third one this month." The eldest boy spoke with a mixture of awe and fear. He stood still, watching it intently.


    "No fishing today; We will go to the market for today." Matthias commanded. The two youngest, skipped back to the house. Whilst the elder pair stood watching the horizon. "It''s getting closer." The eldest pointed to the north.


    Thunderous clouds gathered across the northern sea. Their presence had been felt for months, dark ominousness, signs of war at their doorstep.


    "Come boys, back to your mother." Matthias spoke softly. Putting a brave face, his weathered features hiding his true fear.


    The march to town was silent; the sight of the beast had shaken them all. For they all knew death was on the horizon. The main road to town had a few wagons passing by, women chatted with each other in groups. Despite the sightings of monsters, the residents still went about their daily lives. It seemed that normalcy and routine had kept them calm and peaceful.


    However, the town itself was a stark contrast to the road inward. market stalls lined the streets, White gravel stretched out from one side to the other; stalls sparsely populated; the few manned were occupied by elderly faces.


    "Ah, if it isn''t our brave fisherman, Matthias." A white-bearded man sat in his stall selling fruit from the local orchard.


    "Good morning, Damas; how are you today?" He greeted back. "Nothing exciting going on out here, I''m afraid. Shouldn''t you be on the waters?" He asked in confusion.


    "Another monster washed up along the cliffs this morning." The two youngest children spoke simultaneously, gesturing wildly as they reenacted the size of the beast.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


    "Damas, can you convince our farther to let us fight? To join the other boys who have already enlisted." The eldest asked with a glint in his eye. The second brother smiled in agreement, his eyes pleading for permission to join the war.


    The white-bearded man looked at the pair with pity.


    "War is not as glamorous as it seems, lad. Don''t throw your life away for a cause that isn''t yours." He glanced between the children and their father. Body slumping forward in exhaustion, suddenly looking much older than his years.


    "But our friends have all gone-"


    "Enough! You will speak not further of this!" Matthias shouted, the glare cast, enough to scare them all into silence.


    "Good day Damas." Matthias paid for the fruits and headed back home.


    Atop the town stood an acropolis, marbled columns, and an immense dome. Matthias and the offering to the gods stared at each other from across the sea of gravel. Scoffing at the gods, Matthias led his brood home.


    <hr>


    The dinner table was as quite as ever, tension in the air like a thick fog. The children ate in silence, fidgeting nervously in their seats. No one spoke. Each kept their thoughts to themselves.


    "Dad... you can''t keep us from fighting. Our friends... our people, they''re fighting for our survival." The eldest spoke quietly, darning not to look into his father¡¯s eyes. Matthias continued to eat, refusing to acknowledge his son''s mumbled pleas.


    "Why won''t you let us fight?" The second eldest asked with more force than his brothers¡¯ plea.


    *WHAM*


    Matthias slammed his fists down on the table, startling everyone.


    "You would not be fighting for the ones who sit across from you. You would fight for those who sit above, who live in their palaces amongst the sky. You would die for gods, who has never once lifted a sword or stepped onto the battlefield. Let alone sat by a fire with his kin." Voice like steel and tone resolute.


    "Those beasts are just across our waters every day; the clouds draw closer. We must protect our home!" The eldest retorted.


    Matthias got up from the table. The wooden chair falling to the floor with a clatter.


    "Listen here boy, you will stay here. This fight is not ours!" He roared out, grappling the eldest by the shoulders. Shaking him back and forth.


    A soft warm hand rested on his shoulder.


    "Calm yourself Matthias. Breath." He sighed deeply, dropping his grip on his son''s shoulder. Matthias left without a word, his wife''s voice consoling the children in his absence. The door clicked shut behind him.


    The night breeze along the ocean washed over him, waves crashing softly along the shoreline. The smell of brine relaxed him, to him it was home.


    Slumping down in the sand, the field of stars reflects on its pristine surface. Rubbing his neck, Matthias sighed in frustration. Footsteps echoed behind him, kicking up sand as they drew closer.


    "They are scared, Matthias." His wife sat down next to him, her comforting touch soothing his frayed nerves.


    "They want to fight because they think It''s their only choice. You would go to war too if you knew nothing else." She leaned into his chest; arms wrapped around him. They stayed silent for a long time, listening to the crashing waves.


    "I don''t want them to be soldiers." He finally spoke. "I don''t want to send my boys to war."


    She gently cusped his cheek. Turning his face to hers. "Your stress ages you so." She smiled sweetly, affectionately running her thumb across his jawline.


    "We both have lived the consequences of war; I want a better future for them. So, they can live free. Free from the gods, free from war." Matthias whispered.


    "I know you do, my love." Her head rested on his chest. Her body softly rising and falling with each breath.


    "However, we cannot protect them from everything. Their lives will take them on different paths. You must allow them to make their own choices. One day they will leave us and embark on their own journey. As did you once, remember?" She gazed up into his eyes, peering deep into his soul.


    "What do I do?" He asked. The wisdom of his wife; the only deliverance from his worry.


    "Perhaps we could train them at home, all of them. A father¡¯s guidance is greater than anything they would offer at the capital." Matthias nodded in agreement, any excuse to keep his sons safe was worth a try.


    "You are wise as you are beautiful, my love."


    "Careful now, with talk like that, we might find ourselves with a 5th child." Her voice spoke mischievously.


    "Come let''s go home." Matthias got to his feet, offering his hand to help his wife up. The pair walked back to the house, hand in hand. Stars painting the night sky above.


    The ocean was quiet, waves now barley lapped against the shore. The sea is as if holding its breath, anticipating. On the calm surface stood a veiled figure, watching silently.


    Death was waiting.

 Chapter 9.2: Malphas (2)

    The next day was livelier; the news that Matthias would train his sons brought spring to his sons'' solemn. "Dad, dad, what will you teach us first?" The youngest squealed in delight, tugging on his father''s arm.


    "Nothing, we must fish first." He replied curtly.


    "Fishing? But dad we have to train." The eldest complained.


    "Life comes first; we cannot train on empty stomachs."


    The five set out on the ocean waters, heading south, away from the northern sea.


    The water, still as glass, only small ripples and waves slowly brushing along the deck. The two eldest began working along the small ship, barely enough room for them all. Whilst the youngest wrestled with each other on the deck.


    It was more in line with dancing with two left feet than it was wrestling.


    ''Is this really what I wanted?'' He asked himself. Second youngest knocked his brother overboard, splashing into the ocean below. Looking to his farther, eyes asking for approval. A smile worth protecting.


    ''Perhaps it''s not so pointless after all.'' A slow smile forming at the edges of his mouth.


    *Whoosh*


    A sudden gust of wind threatened to capsize the boat. A larger boat came speeding past, its wake tossed the small fishing vessel into chaos. Water soaking everything and everyone.


    "Matthias, is that you?" A man with a large beard reaching down to his chest called out.


    "Gai! What is wrong? Why are you rushing south?"


    Gai looked back towards home, terror seizing his face.


    "Run Matthias, run! Monsters have made landfall. Get out of here now!"


    The hair on Matthias'' arms stood up, heart pounding in his chest. Fear sent his stomach into knots, his world stopped.


    "Boys! Row! We must get your mother!" He bellowed, five of them worked feverishly to move the small boat. His hands gripped the side of the boat until his knuckles turned white. The southern sky darkened as they approached; black clouds filled the horizon.


    The town was cast alight, burning with white flames. Buildings blazing white, the harbor so often filled with ships now a combination of fleeing ships and burning vessels.


    A roar that belonged to no known beast came from the acropolis, erupting like a volcano. Sound creating waves through the water. It hit like a sledgehammer, knocking Matthias and his boys to the floor.


    The ringing in their ears lasted long after the impact.


    "Dad...Dad...Can you hear me?" The eldest shouted over ringing.


    "Yes...yes I can hear you." He rasped out.


    "Stay...here..." Disorientated, Matthias rolled into the water, making the desperate swim back to shore.


    As he swam, a giant lizard emerged from the burning dome of the acropolis. The size of a three-story adobe, scales black as night, contrasted by reptilian red eyes, large eaglelike wings folded. Scanning all below, its claws digging into the marbled foundations. Matthias could almost make out a smile, from all the carnage below.


    Breaching shoreline, determined to save his wife, Matthias ran towards the burning town. All around him were chaos, fires raged; Screams rang out from across the town; children cry, and men scream out in pain as they are cut open by a shadowy horde of black warriors.


    Clad in deep black armour, faces hidden beneath helmets. Some carried swords of darkness, whilst others used their bare hands to crush the townsfolk''s skulls.


    Amongst the rubble and smoke, Matthias searched for signs of his wife.


    "Matt-hias." A feeble whisper came from behind a nearby stall. He ran towards it, quickly lifting off the debris. Damas lay, a large gash ran across his torso, his eyes fading with each breath.


    "Damas! I''m here, where is my wife?" He asked hurriedly.


    "U-up...there..." Damas raised his hand pointing to the acropolis. His final breath leaving him, head falling back onto the ground.


    ''Faster'' The voice in his head urged.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    Weaving through the stalls, out of sight of the shadowy warriors, cries of help ignored, fear clouding all judgement.


    The once pristine grass fields leading up to the acropolis are smothered in blood or burnt to the ground. Black knights in small groups slaughter their way through survivors.


    "No, no, no!" A cry of agony coming from behind. An elderly woman protecting a child. Matthias couldn''t stop. He needed to keep going.


    Coming to a cluster of villagers piled on top of one another, at the base of the steps leading up to the acropolis. All beaten and bloody. Some missing limbs, others their heads.


    "Matt...hias." Soft, gentle sobs greeted Matthias, barely above a whisper. Her white dress was stained red, blood covering her pale skin.


    "My love...No." Tears filled his eyes as he saw her crumpled body.


    Struggling to breathe, she gurgled and retched. Her lungs, filling with blood.


    "My...love...please...the...boys." Her chest heaved, spitting out the crimson liquid. Matthias held her tightly in his arms.


    "Shh... Keep still, you must be strong." He whispered softly, stroking her hair. Her once luscious locks were now matted with dirt and blood.


    *Clank* *Clank* *Clank*


    Marches of metal boots drew closer, descending from the top of the acropolis. Led by a taller figure; black plate armour reflecting the white flames that engulfed the town, darkened visor that resembled a skull; and a long cloak that swayed with each stride taken.


    Flanked by two women who towered over their leader, garbed in short black robes, long legs covered by thigh high boots, long flowing white hair tied in intricate braids, silver skin shone in the fire light. Faces emotionless, unfeeling; they marched silently.


    "My...love..." She whispered weakly. "They...must live." Her head lolled back into his lap. Her heart slowed to a stop. His fingers still clutched her limp hand. Eyes glazed over staring into nothingness.


    "No, no, no... No! My love please!" Matthias held her tight, not letting go.


    The dragon roosting atop the acropolis took flight, heading towards the harbor. Its shadow blotted out the sun, wings beating heavily in the air. Matthias nearly pinned under the pressure of its wing strokes.


    ¡®The boys.¡¯ He thought. Matthias let her go, cradling her head on the ground. "I''m sorry, my love." With tears in his eyes, he sprinted back towards the ocean.


    The dragon circled the fleeing vessel.


    Red eyes narrowed in on the prey, diving down from above. Reigning down white embers onto the small ships. Muffled screams reached land as the ships erupted in white flames.


    "NOOOOOO!" Matthias could only watch in horror, helpless, his sons burning in the distance. Matthias collapsed to his knees on the beach, staring out at the burning vessels. His family taken from him, everything destroyed.


    He was alone.


    "Why...why...Why!" He screamed out, gripping fistfuls of sand in each hand. White hot tears ran down his cheeks. He fell forward, body weak from exhaustion and sorrow. The legion of marching boots halted behind Matthias; the leader stood at the edge of the beach watching him.


    "Why?! WHY!?" He wailed out again, face contorted in pain. Facing the leader in black.


    "Do not dare speak to our lord." One of the guards hissed, stepping forward menacingly. A powerful black arm held her back, a silent command to stay.


    "Your temple housed a god, hiding amongst you. Your downfall is your own doing." The other female guard spoke coldly, eyes staring down on Matthias with apathy.


    "Kill me...please... just kill me!" Matthias begged for release. The faceless leader remained silent, staring into Matthias'' soul.


    "P-Please..."


    "Our Lord does not do favours."


    Hand rising, the leader gestured for the dragon circling the harbor to come. A flick of his wrist, a strange ring glowed on his finger, white leaking from it. Within a heartbeat the terror of the town, landed on the sand. Steam hissed from its scales, covering its body, shrinking it down in size. The billowing cloud bursts into flames, turning to ash.


    Rising from within, a child not much older than Matthias'' youngest son. Short cropped black hair, crimson eyes, pale skin. Clad in a white dress flowing down to her knees with matching white shoes.


    ¡°Praise me.¡± She demanded. Twirling her dress as she moved.


    Without a word, he marched once more; his legion of warriors marching in unison. Silent. Only the thumping of their boots on the gravel.


    "Aww. Did I not do good?" She pouted in disappointment. Skipping after him.


    The sight of the girl...that indifference angered Matthias greatly.


    "You will pay for what you did!" He roared charging at the girl. The girl turned meeting his eyes, a sly smile on her lips.


    Time suddenly slowed around Matthias, a pain radiated from his throat, a tightness squeezing it.


    Blood gushing, rolling down his throat, chocking him as his lungs became heavy. Gasping for air, struggling to stay upright, the nameless leader produced a tendril from his left arm, a whip made of bone, curved at the tip.


    The girl next to him giggled in delight, dipping her finger into the wound.


    "MMMMM, Oh. I see. You had family out there" Matthias'' eyes widened in fear, unable to speak or move. His skin turned cold and pale.


    "They all screamed, begging for the fire to stop." She leaned in closer. "Not even the ocean waves can cleanse my fire."


    Matthias'' vision began to blur, voice only coming out as a guttural groan. Blood oozed from his mouth.


    "You should be thankful; I''ve brought an end to your suffering." Her crimson eyes never leaving his own. The ground came up to meet him. Cold dirt filled his nose as he gasped his last breath.


    With a bright flash, Matthias awoke in the land of the dead. Tall looming cliffs surround him on all sides; the land was grey and barren, the air stale, dry, and lifeless. His chest bore no wounds, no pain or blood, and yet the memories were still fresh in his mind.


    The fear, sorrow and helplessness burned deep within his soul. A silent roar raged from his gut, hand clutched at his stomach, fist clenching tight. Unable to contain it, tears rolled down his face, teeth gritting together. A gentle hand rested on his shoulder, startling him from his sorrow. "Welcome... Matthias."


    "Who are you?" He growled out, voice laced with anger. "You are dead, a victim of the gods selfishness. However, ... I am here to give you a choice."

 Chapter 10: Take me home

    Eren breathed deeply, his eyes slowly opening. His surroundings almost familiar; Warmth spread over Eren''s body, a sensation that he had not felt for some time. Eyes began to flutter open. The smell, its clean and airy, unlike the land of the dead that were permeated with ash and sand. The white marbled floor gleamed, almost shining under his gaze. Untouched since he last saw it.


    This, was where he was killed, now empty and barren. No bodies, no weapons. Nothing remained from that day. Only a thin layer of dust and silence filled the hall.


    ''Shit.'' Eren thought.


    ''I forgot to ask what the hell I''m supposed to be doing.'' Lord Azazel only told him to go back to earth. Other than that, no instructions on how he was meant bring balance to the world. A challenge for another day. First, he was to escape the accursed gate.


    Like a moth to a flame Eren was drawn to a specific cavern, despite several tunnels leading in different directions. Not knowing what awaited him nor why he felt such a pull.


    A decrepit red cave snaked, not one soul had set foot in this tunnel for a time, and yet he followed its path. Darkness quickly replaced the light. Rust and iron, pungent odour flooded his nostrils.


    ''It¡¯s here...'' He thought, stepping further into the cavern.


    Eren marched through the lone tunnel, darkness swallowing his steps, the echo of his boots the only company.


    A slight breeze wafted over his face. Life came rushing back; temperature changed from chilled to humid, a damp scent filling his nostrils. Gradually the end came into view, a cavern illuminated by blue glow of the gate. Vortex of swirling energy pulsing, brilliant blue engulfing his vision. Eren stepped through the portal without hesitation.


    The cold air whipping at his clothes, biting at his skin - a sensation both foreign and achingly familiar. He was home, although not sure where, skyscrapers stood tall around him. Reflections of steel and glass cast into the streets below. Trees bellowed and swayed with each breath of wind. The beauty of the world, a sight that seldom few could appreciate once taken.


    Eren passed by many people; men, women, children. The company of others almost felt alien to him, after so long alone in the land of the dead.


    Through his reaper''s eyes, each passerby seemed shrouded in a familiar gloom - the same darkness he''d saw countless times within the land of the dead. Many blank faces stared into their phones, not giving a first glance to the man nor the swirling blue behind.


    For a time he walked, against the current; weaving through the masses. So much had changed. The city bigger but more beautiful, the people had changed rather the most.


    Wandering into a convenience store, a man tended the front, too distracted by his phone to notice the man who came in.


    "Hello?" Eren called out, approaching the counter.


    Shelves lined with products of various brands and colours; food stuffed in boxes, brightly coloured packaging with obnoxious references to the gates, as well as covered with people Eren had never seen before. An ever-present smile plastered on packages as he walked through the rows of egregious advertisements.


    "Hello." Eren said firmer.


    "What?" The attendant looked up briefly, eyes narrowing at Eren.


    "Do you need help?" The attendant sighed. "I need directions." Eren replied.


    "Why? You have a phone, you do it."


    "I don''t have one."


    The attendant finally looked up, giving Eren a slow, sceptical once-over, before returning to his phone with a bored sigh.


    ¡°Right... where do you need to go?¡±


    Eren explained, watching as the attendant barely listened, tapping something on his screen.


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    ¡®Yeah, good luck with that, buddy,¡¯ the attendant said, eyes never leaving his phone. "Bad part of town that place."


    "What do you mean?" His neighbourhood wasn¡¯t a bad part of town. Or at least that¡¯s what he remembered.


    No response from the attendant.


    ''Prick.'' Eren grumbled as he walked off.


    Eren wandered aimlessly through the city streets, looking for any semblance of familiarity. Despite the directions the city had shifted, a maze of routes and concrete. Nothing was like it was; hollow faces, cold eyes and towers of glass reflected the rising dusk.


    "Finally." Eren spoke in relief. The long winding roads slowly gave way to unkempt pavement. Familiar buildings began to surround him. Although older and weathered, time had been and gone leaving passing ghosts behind.


    Walking briskly, his pace increased; anticipation seeping in with each step. Finally, he stopped at a familiar looking apartment complex.


    ''This is it.'' Thought Eren to himself.


    The outer wall was covered in cracks and tags. Lights dimly lit, barely beating the setting sun; time he had spent hanging around the stairwell, watching the sky turn to stars a first reminder of home.


    *Knock* *Knock*


    Eren''s stomach knotted, nerves becoming tense. He waited in silence, shuffling his feet, constantly adjusting his ruined shirt, a relic of his time away. Despite the obvious unkempt, despite everything, Eren was excited, hoping to see a familiar face after so long.


    A short pause followed by the sound of jingling locks, bolts shifting and the door slowly opening. A girl, a little shorter than he, long raven hair tied in a ponytail. Large brown eyes widened, glistening in the dim light.


    Emi. She had grown a lot since she was last seen.


    "Hello?" She spoke lowly, almost whispering.


    "Hello." Eren replied just as quiet.


    "What do you want?" She spoke softly. A warm smile crept across his face, a silent happiness washing over him.


    "I know it''s been a long time. I-"


    "O-Onii-chan?"


    Eren stood awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.


    "Hey Emi, I''m home." He said quietly. Standing quietly for a moment, both parties unsure what to do next.


    The shock eventually set in; she collapsed.


    "Shit." Eren hastily catching her before she hits the ground. Gently lifting her off the floor, her body weight nothing to him, her head resting against his shoulder.


    "Emi. Who¡¯s at the door?" A male called from deeper in the house. Eren could hear the stomping of heavy footsteps drawing closer.


    "Hey! Let go of my daughter you- Eren?" The male voice stuttered. It was Eren¡¯s farther.


    His eyes widening as if seeing a ghost. The man had aged¡ªlines of worry etched deep; his broad shoulders had slumped the weight of time.


    "I''m back dad." Eren smiled wide, happy to see them both alive and well. Unfortunately, the pressure got to his farther too, fainting right there in the hallway.


    "I''m home."


    <hr>


    "Is it really you, son?" The older man spoke with disbelief.


    "It''s me." Eren replied quietly. Both sat in the kitchen. Emi resting on the couch adjacent to them.


    "How?... How are you here?" A simple question with no simple answer.


    "A very long story. I... well... another night, yeah?" Eren dodged the question behind a strained breath. Unsure of what to say or how to explain his existence.


    "If you''re not ready, we don''t have to talk about it right now." His father¡¯s words a welcome reprieve from the stress.


    "How long have a been gone? Things have changed so much, you look different."


    The older man grimaced, "10 years." Answer in sombre tone.


    "10 years! But I only trained for... How long did I train for?" Eren asked, a little shaken by the news.


    Emi stirred from the couch; sitting to watch he brother like a hawk. Unsure to believe her eyes or trust her ears. The brother that vanished, gone for over a decade. A flood of emotions filled her mind, but she sat and watched, eyes an intense stare.


    "It''s good to have you back." Patting him firmly on the shoulder.


    "It''s good to be back."


    Eren caught Emi''s stare, never taking his eyes off her. He could see the worry on her face, and although she had matured significantly since last, they met, she still possessed those same eyes, eyes of lost innocence and sorrow.


    ''I''ve missed so much'' Eren thought to himself. He wanted to rush over and hold her close, for her to know that everything was going to be alright. But instead, Eren remained silent.


    "I-I''m tired, I need to sleep."


    "Go ahead. Your old room hasn''t been touched since... well since you left." He looked at Eren with the same pained expression, memories of the past threatening to swallow them both.


    "It''s fine dad. Don''t worry about it." He returned a weak smile. Leaving to his room, stepping around his sister.


    "Good night, Emi." He whispered softly before going to his room.


    The apartment was still the same as he remembered, only emptier; family pictures hung on the wall, lacking the warmth they were meant to bring. White walls, faded, no longer clean. The air inside stale, dusty and damp, no hint of light shone through the window. Belonging once held gone with the day he left.


    In his room, bed neatly made, mattress firm to the touch, with everything tucked in neatly. Anime figures, posters, manga, the makings of a young man''s room still present. Caught in time, barely touched, photos strewn across the desk, relics of the past, displayed proudly.


    A smile formed on Eren''s lips. At last, the feeling of being home hit. Falling asleep, instantly not bothering to tuck himself in.


    After a while, Emi tip toed into the room. Standing and staring at her brother. Her face softened, taking in the sight of him sleeping peacefully. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, realising she wasn''t dreaming, that her brother had indeed returned home. A hand reached out towards his hair, gently brushing it.


    Silently leaving the room, closing the door behind her.


    ''Tomorrow...'' she thought. ''I can speak with him tomorrow.''

 Chapter 11: Welcome to the new world

    The morning light filtered through the grimy window, filling the room with a dull yellow glow. Birds sang their songs outside, chirping away in the rising dawn. Beams of sunlight painted a soft image across Eren''s bed, brushing against his white hair.


    As if waking from a dream, Eren''s eyes fluttered open, for a moment it felt as though everything that had happened was nothing more than a nightmare, it was 10 years ago and he was late for university. But all dreams end.


    Eren stood up slowly, muscles aching with each movement, the mattress lacked the comfort of Lucifer''s loft but was at least his own.


    The scent of bacon wafted in through the cracks in the door. His stomach growled like an angry wolf; his feet drawn to the kitchen before his brain had a chance to catch up.


    "Good morning." Eren spoke in a tired voice. His father flipped a few rashers over, deep black, almost charred to a crisp.


    "Morning son."


    "Do you want any help?" Eren asked, leering at the blackened pieces of meat.


    "No, no. Have a seat." The older man quickly turned, pushing him out of the kitchen. Eren had inherited his mother¡¯s love and skill in the kitchen, often being tasked with cooking during his childhood.


    "Are you sure? I could-"


    "Don''t worry son, I''ve been holding down the fort since your mother passed. This is nothing." His voice carried more confidence than his cooking, even the blind could see that the cooking was barely edible.


    "Either way, this is lunch for work today."


    "Work? Isn''t it a Saturday?" Eren questioned.


    "Times have changed Eren. People need to work harder, put in more hours just to keep us all afloat." His voice went solemn.


    "It''s a cruel world now, even more so than before. The poor get poorer, and the rich get richer. Super powers and all."


    "Yeah... it seems things haven''t gotten better." Eren agreed. The two continued the conversation until a shuffling in the hall interrupted, the creak of the floorboards gave it away.


    Emi appeared in the archway between the hallway and living room. Dark circles beneath her eyes, her face gaunt and exhausted. Sleep obviously evading her.


    "..."


    Once more shocked by her brother''s presence, Emi remained silent; hiding behind the couch once more.


    Eren waved sweetly at her, inviting her to join them. She eyed him warily, shuffling her body along the furniture, refusing to break her gaze.


    "It''s time for me to go. You two should reconnect, try to remember what being siblings used to be." The old man spoke while putting on his coat. "I''ll see you both tonight."


    Emi shot an uneasy look at him, unsure of what to do now. The door shut with a click, leaving her alone with her brother. She did not speak for what seemed like an eternity.


    To breach the divide Eren took the first step. Taking a seat by her side, turning on the tv. Like they used to do when she was young.


    "What do we want to watch?" His voice is calm and smooth, like trying to attract a stray kitten.


    "..." Emi snatched the remote from his hand, flicking through until she reached what she wanted.


    "Battle idol Season VI? Sounds¡­ interesting."


    The screen erupted into action. Two girls, wielding glowing batons, one blue, and one pink. Dancing around a large arena. Suddenly clashing together, sparks flying from their weapons. Bright flashes illuminated their faces, revealing their features, both heavily panting, sweat glistened in the light of the stage. Audience in an uproar with each exchange of blows.


    ''The arena.'' Eren thought, flashes off his own battles in the realm of death playing in his mind. Watching with intent curiosity. Neither party speaking to each other, occasionally sharing a glance or reaction to the show, a small piece of common ground to connect on.


    However, the common ground became short-lived. With the end of battle came talking, and talking. The idols continued their battle verbally, nonsensical arguing filled with childish insults. Forced laughter and egregious melodrama The stuff Eren only witnessed on western TV shows.


    In the corner of his eye, Eren spotted his younger sister smiling, even giggling at times. Her face softening at each remark, becoming engrossed with the show.


    At last, a crack in the ice, an opening to pierce her frozen heart.


    <hr>


    ''That was awful.'' Thought Eren.


    "Is this really what passes for entertainment these days?"


    "..." Emi crossed her arms, refusing to give an answer.


    "Now what? The whole day ahead of us, whatever shall we do?" He spoke in a dramatic flair. Emi continued her intense stare.


    Her brown eyes piercing him, scrutinising every fibre of his body. She wasn''t like a cat; she was a cat. If Eren made any surprising movements she would jump, hissing in anger and swiping at him before disappearing back into the shadows, never to come back out.


    "How about we go outside? I want to explore-"


    The hiss came, leaping back into the shadows behind the couch, only her glare remained visible.


    ''This is a headache.'' Eren sighed. Although a cunning plan came to mind.


    "Although, I do recall a sister that loved a certain sweet shop not far from here. Maybe some delicious strawberry candy."


    Her face flinched; mouth slow. Eyes betraying the true desire. ''Got you.''


    "Well, I guess I''ll just go to that sweet shop myself." Turning on his heel Eren slowly strode towards the exit. As the door opened, he glanced back over his shoulder.


    "Wait!" Her voice squeaked out. A slight smile peeking from Eren''s lips.


    "I-I''ll come... if... I can get... one?" Hesitant, shy, but finally able to string a sentence together.


    "Of course. Let''s go."


    Eren stepped into his first dawn in ten years. The sun, forgotten in death''s realm, pierced his eyes and wrapped him in a warmth long forgotten. It had been years since he had a chance to enjoy something so simple, time in the land of the dead always felt endless, endless days of endless nights.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Despite all the warmth, the block was barren, abandoned by the living long ago. The sidewalks cracked and littered with debris. Weeds breaking through, thriving on the broken concrete. People once bustled through the street; chatting amongst themselves in the warm morning glow.


    But the city changed; the people changed; the buildings had changed. They all changed, life had changed. He was still stuck in the land of the dead.


    ''At least it''s warmer here,'' Eren laughed internally, feeling a longing for a place he no longer knew.


    Emi trudged close, sticking to his side, nervous to enter the streets. Wrapped up in a thick winter jacket that dwarfed her size and scarf wrapped around her face; even her dark raven hair was obscured, all to cover the world outside her sanctuary.


    "Cold?" Eren asked.


    "N- no." A mumbled response came from underneath the scarf.


    ''She''s definitely cold.'' Eren thought, noting how she shivered in the gentle breeze. Eren smiled at Emi¡¯s quiet acceptance, his heart feeling just a little lighter.


    Eren himself strangely wasn¡¯t affected by the cold. Only wearing a long shirt and shorts. Never one to feel the cold; he still did feel a prick from the chilly wind.


    However, the cold didn¡¯t even tickle his skin.


    There was something pulling at him, a name echoing in his mind¡ªHaruto. He hadn¡¯t thought of him in years, not since the day everything fell apart. What had become of his best friend? Did Haruto even remember him? Eren wasn¡¯t sure what he was looking for, but he knew he had to find out.


    The pair walked for a long time in silence, the occasional car drove past but other than that; it was quiet. Darkened windows peered out at them like soulless eyes following their every move. Every shadow seemed to lurk with hidden faults; the buildings cast eerie shadows across the pavement, shrouding the pair in darkness.


    "This is the place." Eren spoke out, stopping in front of a large building. Much like home this apartment complex carried the same dimensions, but was almost immune to the march of time, retaining its white pallor; windows bright and inviting. Unlike home, this place was clearly well taken care of.


    Climbing the stairs until they reached the 5th floor, apartment 517. Eren knocked firmly on the door, only waiting a few moments before shuffling feet approached the door, a grunt sounded from behind the wood.


    A girl, no older than when he last saw Emi, short black hair, light brown eyes, fair skin, white T-shirt, and black shorts. "Good morning, is Haruto home?" He asked.


    The girl looked him up and down with narrowed eyes, "Dad! Someone is here to see you." She called back into the house.


    The sound of heavy footsteps grew closer. For a moment Haruto went un recognized, his face matured, an angular jaw line now in place of a boyish smile. His brown hair lost its youthful softness, muscles once toned as thin as paper; the only unchanged feature, his eyes. Green emeralds still shining, still full of life and warmth.


    "Eren... How?" His mouth agape, completely frozen.


    "Hey Haruto, long time no see." A smile spread across his face.


    "I saw you die... I-I don''t understand." Haruto stumbled on his words, trying to wrap his mind around what was happening.


    "You think a little thing like death can stop me?" Eren nictated playfully.


    "It really is you." Haruto smiled wide, tackling him into a hug.


    "It''s so good to see you man!" Haruto exclaimed.


    "It''s good to see you too, my friend." Eren replied warmly.


    "You''ve got a lot of explaining to do." Haruto gestured inside, inviting Eren and Emi inside.


    "Who is this little one? Do you have a kid now?"


    "Yes, where are my manners, Eren this is my daughter Maya. Maya, this is an old friend of mine from high school."


    The girl bowed her head, greeting them both.


    "Hello Maya, it''s nice to meet you." Eren bowed back.


    "Hello." Her eyes widened slightly, recognising the name from many stories she had been told in the past.


    Emi shuffled into the apartment, pulling down her scarf. Her cheeks rosy from the cold. The pair spent a time catching up, Eren relaying tales of his time in the land of the dead; Haruto sharing stories of his own.


    Maya listened intently, fascinated by the world beyond. Emi sat too, a mixture of intent listening and want of strawberry sweets. As much as she would never admit it, deep down she loved hearing about the wonders of the afterlife.


    After what seemed like hours, Eren stood up.


    "Thanks for having us, but we really must get going. Before I do you wouldn''t happen to know what happened to Rika?"


    Haruto pulled out a small piece of paper, quickly scribbling down the details. "She moved and got married.¡±


    ¡°Married? To who?¡± Shocked to hear his former lover had moved on. Anyone would feel a slight hurt at that news.


    ¡°Yeah, some ranker. I did lose contact with her a while ago. I''ve also given you Akira''s location too."


    ''Akira too?'' the traitorous dog and last gasp ally of Eren''s final days.


    "Trust me, he''d want to see you too. He never forgave himself for not being able to stop what happened." Haruto put his hand on Eren''s shoulder.


    "Thank you. I really appreciate it." Eren replied in kind, shaking hands before taking his leave.


    "I won''t lose contact this time." They both shared a smile.


    "Let''s go Emi, I promised this one some strawberry candy." A subtle look of excitement graced her face, quickly fading away into a blank stare.


    "Oh, the place by that park, I''m sorry Emi, that''s closed." He looked down at her sadly. Emi''s eyes widen in shock and disappointment.


    "We''ll find somewhere." Eren reassured her.


    <hr>


    The walk home brought back the silence from the start of the day, even more awkward than before. Emi shuffled her feet; clinking against the pavement, staring at the ground in front of her. Occasionally looking up at Eren, quickly averting her eyes when he returned her gaze.


    Lost in thought, trying to decipher what to say or do. Many ideas playing in his head but all seeming like a bad move.


    "How about... I cook my famous fried chicken tonight?" A subtle look of excitement graced her face, almost pleading him to continue.


    "I seem to recall a young lady who would gorge herself on my cooking." He winked, smiling wide.


    "..." A brief pause; her mouth slowly moved, trying to form the words.


    "I... like... chicken." Her voice a low whisper.


    "I''m sure dads got some things in the pantry, so I''ll be making my infamous fried chicken!"


    Siblings¡¯ steps now in unison, walking with a lighter step. A tiny smile crept across her face, still hidden beneath the scarf.


    However, their peace was short lived. The base of their home, infested with a gang of youths, blocking the stairwell up. Clad in matching red leathers, insignias scrawled across their jackets.


    A stench filled the air; body odour and cheap liquor reeked out; fouls smell of tobacco rooted to the side of the building


    "Hey." One whispered, causing the others to turn. Attention squarely on Eren and Emi.


    "Well, aren''t you a sweet sight." One called out, a few boys whistling behind him. "You want to join us? We can have a good time."


    Eren replied with a cold stare, Emi hiding behind in his shadow. Squeezing through the wall of thugs.


    ¡°Hey, we¡¯re talking to you,¡± the thug growled, stepping in front of Emi.


    "I don''t know man. The look on his face gives me the chills." One mumbled to another.


    "Relax, that shit head ain''t got no balls. His eyes tightening on Emi.


    Emi¡¯s eyes widened in fear, her breaths shallow. She struggled, her hands trembling as she tried to free herself.


    ¡°Let her go,¡± Eren said, his voice cold, controlled¡ªbut the look in his eyes was anything but. The thug chuckled, glancing back at his friends for support.


    ¡°Or what? You gonna do something about it?¡±


    Eren grabbed the young man''s wrist, grasping it tight enough to turn his skin white.


    "Let go." Eren spoke calmly.


    "Hey man, we were just messing around." The thug whined in pain. Eren didn''t relent, squeezing harder and harder.


    "S-Sorry! Please!"


    Finally, he let go. Throwing the boys hand away from Emi.


    "Keep your hands off my sister." His voice cold, carrying a hint of hostility. "Fuck man! You nearly broke my fucking arm." He nursed his hand in pain. The thugs bristled with anger, ready to pounce.


    "Fucking prick, you''re going to regret that!" One shouted out. As the siblings ascended the stairs, ignoring the passing hostility. Back home Emi walked straight to her room, disappearing into the darkness.


    "Emi I..." the door slammed shut before Eren could finish his sentence.


    ''Back to zero.'' He sighed. All the work spent breaking down the door of her heart had now been undone. The boulder had rolled back down the hill, crushing everything in its path.


    With a heavy heart Eren went to prepare dinner, picking out various ingredients from the pantry; spices, rice, chicken thighs and dashi. Faint hope that dinner would bring them together again, but his hopes were not high.

 Chapter 12: Welcome to the new world - Fly again

    Eren looked up at his clock, 11:11 PM.


    ''I can''t sleep''


    For the last hour and a half Eren had been rolling around restlessly in his bed, thoughts bouncing around his skull like a rubber ball. Thoughts of the day past, what the future holds, Emi''s feelings and of course the strange encounter on the stairwell, replayed in his mind.


    ''They seemed to be acting like they owned the place. What has this neighbourhood become?'' His train of thought continued to loop, going nowhere fast.


    Washed with darkness, Eren crept out of bed, avoiding the creaks in the wooden floor, taking each step with care. Peeking out the living room window. The moon was full and bright, illuminating the empty street below; all lights off and silent, a peaceful ambiance in the dead of night.


    Exiting into the crips air of silent night, Eren took a deep breath, letting the fresh scent fill his lungs. Jogging up to the roof; a favourite spot of his from when things got too much; the highest vantage point for miles. What he really came up here for, the stars. Millions of twinkling dots filled the heavens, stretching out as far as his eyes could see, giving off a soft blue glow.


    The one saving grace of the deadlands was its occasional breaks in clouds; a glimpse of what lied above in the cosmos.


    After witnessing the beauty of the deadlands for the first time; from that day forth Eren swore to never take the beauty of the world for granted ever again; a single speck amongst an infinite ocean of space. ''A drop in the pond.''


    A quite rustle broke Eren''s reverence, a small bird perched on nearby railing, head cocking from side to side; studying the white-haired male.


    "Hello, birdy." Eren spoke softly, greeting the creature. It continued to stare, its large eyes almost luminous in the moonlight. Without so much as a tweet, it took to the air, circling Eren a few times; a strange beckoning for him to follow.


    "Alright... I''ll bite." It wasn¡¯t like he had anything better to do, and the bird¡ªsmall and strange as it was¡ªfelt like a welcome distraction from the thoughts racing in his mind.


    ''I''ve always wanted to do this...'' The small bird gliding ahead, leading the way. Eren running, leaping off the building, twirling in the moonlight, falling through the sky like a star. Landing with grace on the building across the way, a sense of thrill shooting through his veins; wind whipping his hair.


    It was exhilarating. Freefalling through the air with no fear. Following the bird through the streets. Leaping across rooftops; parkour-style, dancing through the moonlight. Chase increasing with each obstacle, never fearing the height, always landing with a quiet thud.


    The end of the line; The final building ended; his guide had stopped leading instead, waiting. Fluttering in midair. Eren slowed, scanning the area in front of him, a chain link fence surrounding a derelict subway entrance. Unreadable signs posted every few yards, warning anyone trespassing to stay away.


    The bird chirped, before vanishing into darkness. Hesitant at first, Eren jumped over the fence, descending into the abyss. Dust, rubble, rust and dirt clogged the ground. Old advertisements flittered along the walls, long forgotten, covered in mould and mildew, obscuring their faces.


    In the distance, a light approached. A silhouette came into view. Taller than himself; cloaked in heavy jackets, unkempt beard emergent from his face, with a heavy hood shrouding his features. In his hand a lantern swinging to and fro, illuminating the hallway in dull orange light.


    "Follow me." Voice deep and calm. Not someone that one would want to encounter in the still of night; however, Eren''s instincts didn''t send up any red flags, trusting to follow.


    The man remained silent, Eren following close behind. The only sounds echoing in the tunnel, were of their boots and lantern swinging. Lights grew in the distance. Brightness washing the tunnel in vibrant yellow light, silhouettes of figures drawing clearer.


    All dressed in similar fashion; worn rags with fur lining, thick winter jackets, faces obscured by cowls. Those that were visible, downtrodden keeping glances firm on the fires, unwilling to acknowledge the two men approaching.


    "Who are they?" Eren asked curiously.


    "..."


    The gruff guide gave no response. They appeared homeless however, something was off. Some radiated immense power, unseen waves emitting from them like an aura.


    ''Rankers?'' Eren thought.


    The gruff guide stopped abruptly, pointing to a metal door, decay had not impressed on this door, well-kept and free.


    "In there." Without a word of goodbye, the man turned around disappearing into the camp.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    Eren apprehensively approached the door, gently opening it.


    <hr>


    Bright light flashed, blinding him for a moment. Soft candlelight flooded his vision; walls of books lined up neatly against the walls. Floor to ceiling oak bookshelves covering the library. Thousands of texts, illuminated by the candles floating mid-air, the aroma of sandalwood


    Meticulously placed maps, charts, tapestries, and artifacts hung from the walls, elegant in design and rich in colour. Elaborate woodwork framed the objects in place, paintings depicting events and characters of past stories, bringing to life the grandeur of another time.


    So many things drew Eren''s eye, but the biggest draw was the figure sitting centre; engrossed in many papers neatly ordered in front. Blonde hair cascade past slender shoulders. Hair that rivalled that of the blonde Lucifer, surely which would make him jealous. Pointed ears peaked out, framing a handsome face. Golden eyes glanced up briefly, acknowledging Eren''s presence; a warm smile spread across the stranger''s lips.


    "Ah. So, you have arrived, Reaper. Welcome." A voice of honey and silk. "Please take a seat." With a graceful wave, the man gestured towards the chair in front of him.


    An oddly shaped chair, narrow back that reached high to the roof. But it was comfortable, so very comfortable. Eren nestled deeper into the soft cushions, he could spend the rest of his waking life in this chair.


    "Who... are you?" Eren muttered, finding it hard to take his attention off the comfort of the seat, focusing on the matter at hand.


    The man chuckled, placing the papers to the side. "You may call me Baelor. I will be your benefactor on this waking plane."


    The bird from before landed on the elves¡¯ slender shoulder, perching itself proudly, chirping its song. "You were the one leading me here?" Eren''s eyes narrowed in suspicion.


    "I did, it was prudent that we met without drawing to much attention. Thank you little one." With a small finger wave, the bird vanished into moon shade dust.


    "It seems we have much to discuss, Reaper." Eren''s eyes narrowed once more.


    "How do you know who I am?" Baelor''s smile didn''t falter, golden eyes held Eren''s own.


    "I was told. You see, a bargain was struck between your kind and myself. The fates have agreed to let us be allies."


    "What?... who, who told you this?" Confusion swept across Eren''s face. Baelor smiled warmly.


    "Ah. You have known him as Death."


    "May I?" Baelor asked gesturing towards Eren''s ring. Hesitantly, Eren extended his hand. His body stiffening.


    "Do not worry Reaper, I mean you no harm." The elf carefully inspected the ring. Hands like velvet holding his, guiding his finger along the band; eyes observing the engravings.


    "This ring... a mere child''s fable from my people, long thought to be a legend of old." His soft fingers explored the craftsmanship.


    "Has it spoken to you?"


    "Not really... only whispers and feelings. Nothing tangible." Eren''s hand returned to his lap.


    "Hmm. I wonder why... Ah. My apologies, where are my manners, would you care for some refreshments?" Eren''s throat felt parched, like a dry lakebed, nodding in reply.


    "Wonderful!" With a flick of his wrist, a silver tray floated its way over; upon its platter was a porcelain pot; delicate tea steam wafted into the air, tantalizing the nostrils. Accompanied by a dainty white teacup, embellished with small purple flowers, matching the tablecloth.


    "Qenya, a popular brew among my people." Baelor poured the beverage into the cup, handing it to Eren.


    "Thank you." Taking a sip.


    ''This taste.'' The aroma reminded him of home; a feeling of nostalgia. Its sweet floral notes reminiscent of his mother¡¯s cooking; the warmth of the drink made him feel at ease.


    "Very good. This is very, very good." Eren smiled contently, melting into the chair once more.


    "Now, tell me; How are you adjusting to time once more?" Baelor asked curiously. Eren paused, in truth it has been horrible. Everything had changed, everyone had changed, his sister barely registers his existence, people look away or seek to do violence at the first chance they get. But, could Eren trust this mysterious elf? A stranger from a whole other race; who seemingly knows much about him.


    "As well as I can."


    "An interesting answer. It would be better if you were truthful, Reaper." Baelor¡¯s voice carried a weight of authority. His demeanour shifted in an instant, an aura of nobility seeping from his pores; intimidating, yet refined; Eren felt his jaw tense and muscles freeze in place. Even his voice became more forceful, like it could cut stone with its resonance.


    "Fine... Everything''s different, everyone I love and cared for has moved on. A dead man walking amongst the living. Nothing makes sense and people either try to fight or run. At least in the dead realm there were few complications, now that I''m back it''s like trying to thread a needle with a spoon." Eren sighed deeply. Baelor listened intently, analysing his words, his face, his movements.


    "I cannot comprehend the complexity of this task you have been given, but I do understand loss. However, in my experience you can''t mourn over what you used to have; you can only embrace the challenges the future brings."


    "The future doesn''t look bright right now." Eren stared into the depths of the Qenya, the tea reflecting his sombre expression.


    "Then, let me shed a light for you; Your sister, she does indeed register your presence. She knows you''re alive and walks the same earth as her." Baelor''s voice softened to a whisper.


    "How do you know that?"


    "Observation. The bond between siblings is unlike any other, unbreakable, even by death itself. Though you are strangers now, she cares deeply for her brother, no matter how deep it''s buried."


    "I wish I had the confidence of your observation." Eren chuckled weakly. "Trust in me Master Reaper, you can win her favour again. And while you work on her, I will assist you in matters of the mission."


    "Assist me?" Eren questioned.


    The elf''s smile brightened once more; a mischievous grin spread wide across his face.


    "Indeed. I will guide you to those that have violated the laws of nature; corrupting the natural balance."


    "Balance of nature?"


    "Yes, I suppose it''s time I inform you of our arrangement." Baelor¡¯s tone was soft, but commanding. His mannerisms showed signs of age, wisdom, and pride.

 Chapter 13: Welcome to the new world - Fly again (2)

    Baelor took a long sip of his tea, letting the warmth soothe his throat.


    "I expect this conversation will take some time." Eren nodded, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the room once more. Each painting, each book, a unique piece to an ever-growing puzzle of knowledge. The elf cleared his throat, setting the cup aside.


    "To begin, our masthead; Our binding ties, in exchange for my guidance, knowledge, and experience. You, Eren, will reclaim the lost grounds of my guild. Furthermore, you will assist in the activities within the bounds of the guild."


    "Those conditions seem fine... But what exactly is the guild?" Eren asked cautiously, having been with a guild that cost him everything, Eren was somewhat sceptical. Baelor raised his hand, gesturing to the paintings, scrolls and banners hanging from the walls.


    "This is the guild." His voice filled with pride. "We are the Silvermane, dragons of dusk, knights of the eternal star... We are the children of the fallen dawn." His words loud and confident, filled with passionate conviction. The elf''s features hardened, eyes sparkling with intense emotion, reminiscent of the legendary figures from eons past.


    "What, so the homeless outside..." Eren gestured out the door with his head.


    "Once were warriors; sons and daughters of valance. Now they reside in the darkness of this mortal coil; broken, forgotten and without hope, awaiting the day when the veil lifts and the light shines once more. The world ill just to you, more so in their eyes."


    "They were rankers?"


    "Mostly yes; some have since lost their spark. Purpose lost to time, memories dimming in the wake of light." Baelor looked towards the fire, gaze growing distant.


    A heavy silence weighed in the room; only the crackle of the flames dared disrupt it. For a time, the pair sat in quiet contemplation. Each wrapped in thoughts of their own. The fire burned low in the hearth, sputtering in the last gasps of life, desperate for another log.


    "And how can I help?" Eren asked, finally breaking the silence.


    Baelor smiled softly, golden eyes glistening.


    "As you grow in strength and experience, you will learn to harness your talents better. As such you will aid in reclaiming the fortresses of our guild, restoring us to glory. You have come across our foes already; The Crimson bandits."


    "Is that what they are called? They seem nothing more than common thugs." Baelor frowned at that statement, his eyes sharpening, piercing Eren''s skin like blades.


    "Do not mistake them for what you see on the surface; they are a parasite that seeks to gorge themselves on this cities underbelly. Extorting, stealing, killing. Low they maybe on the order of things but dangerous in number."


    "The deal is fine so far; but how will you help me? And why did Death ask this of you?" Eren asked warily, Baelor was certainly hiding much about his true motives.


    "In truth, Reaper Eren there is not much I can teach you in the art of combat and strategy. You reapers; an amalgamation of man and the abyss, wield powers beyond comprehension. I am surprised that you have gone without knowing thus far, your lord is far too capable for simple ignorance." The elf spoke kindly, finishing his tea in one fluid motion.


    "An envoy from your realm was sent; tales of your valance and power spread from his lips. Stories that impressed my ear so deeply, and then he kept speaking about you, repetition after repetition. He was quite taken with your actions..."


    "He didn''t happen to have blonde hair and emerald eyes; also, a bit of a pervert?" Eren added hastily.


    Baelor let out a hearty laugh; Only one reaper fit the description. "Oh no not-"


    "Hellllllllllllllllooooooooooooooo!" Lucifer kicked the door in; a smirk stretched across his smug face. The two others shot a quick glance his way, both expressions already exacerbated.


    "Did you miss me? I have missed you~." Lucifer walked in with the supermodels strut, swaggering across the room, flopping onto Eren''s lap dramatically; wiggling around like a puppy.


    "Get off me, your too heavy." Eren barked, pushing him away.


    A sad pout appeared on Lucifer''s face. "How dare you! I weigh the perfect amount."


    "Welcome, Reaper Lucifer." Baelor welcomed calmly, bowing his head.


    "No need for formalities, I prefer Lucifer. So, you have met my little friend." Eren resisted the reaper''s embrace, desperately trying to push his hands away. "Have you got him started on his quest yet? Hmm hmm hmm?"


    Baelor closed his eyes, breathing slowly; regaining his inner focus. "Yes, I was informing Eren of our terms-"


    "Oooh that sounds fun!" Lucifer replied childishly. "Have you given him his rank?" Lucifer continued to digress from the conversation at hand.


    "Not-"


    Lucifer interrupted again. "Honestly Baelor, what do we pay you for?" The blonde elf pinched the bridge of his nose.


    "Eren... Follow me please." Rising to his feet, the elf walked briskly to one of many bookcases, pulling on a leather-bound grimoire; sliding open revealing a set of stairs that led downward.


    <hr>


    Eren followed closely behind; descending into the earth, deeper and deeper below ground. Damp brickwork lined the walls; moisture dripped down to the floor leaving a trail of moss in its path. An uncomfortable humidity clung to his clothing, beads of sweat collecting on his skin, coolness to stave away the heat. Most annoying of all was Lucifer flicking his white locks around, like a cat playing with yarn.


    Finally, they emerged in a large open space; cold air stung his face, the warmth of before now replaced by icy chills. An orb of blue light sat at the centre, chained firmly in place, glowing brightly under cables and wires protruding from below; casting a dark ominous shadow across the room. Tables and benches lined up neatly across from it, books and papers scattered orderly.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "Please touch the orb." Baelor motioned his hand towards it. The orb before him was the same one that gave Eren his abilities, as well as the beginning of his fall into darkness. But now things would be different, there was nothing to fear, no longer alone in the unknown.


    With only slight hesitation, Eren placed his palm against the surface, waiting anxiously for his fate. The orb pulsated softly beneath his touch, warming ever so slightly, shinning brighter with each second until eventually Eren had to squint to protect his sight. Light emanating in blinding arcs across the room; bathing the three in dazzling rays of multicolour.


    "Congratulations, Eren." Baelor smiled, waving his hand from the monitor he stood behind.


    "Ex - rank; Harbinger class." Lucifer leaned over his shoulder to read.


    "Harbinger; draws power from the inevitability of death destruction and decay, wielding necromantic powers and the ability to absorb souls." A strange satisfaction bloomed within him; that once great emptiness now filled with something tangible.


    "I will adjust your rank to a C-rank warrior, we want prying eyes unaware of your power." The process was a lot less complicated than last time, less hurdles needed.


    "And too finish." Baelor passed a small glass screen device Eren''s way. The screen glows with a faint blue hue; numbers, icons and words written across it.


    "The newest model, although they are very much the same as each other."


    The ring which has been dormant for the time he had been back with the living awoke. Tendrils reacting to the technology; wrapping tightly around it.


    *Crunch*


    The phone enveloped in black tentacles, bending, and twisting under unimaginable pressures; reducing to rubble and dust, crumbling to the floor. Eren held his breath, silently hoping they would say nothing.


    "It didn''t like it... Oh my god." An illusionary screen projected from the ring; ''System update in progress'' displayed across the centre in bold lettering.


    "Fuck''s sake, this is something straight out of a fantasy manhwa." Eren groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration. Lucifer just giggled. The elf held back his words, letting out a long sigh.


    "Can you see a screen Eren? Like an AR interface?"


    Eren opened his eyes; to his astonishment, a glowing holographic display lit up in front. Like the phone he just had; stats, biography, a map, skills, abilities, traits, items. All the same functions yet vastly easier to navigate and use; it even functioned without pressing keys.


    "AR screens are associated with the administrator class, that ring is certainly full of surprises."


    Eren tapped around checking the different functionalities. "I''ll go through how you can access the menus another time. Is there anything else?"


    "I have one more gift, a token of our allegiance; From my land I have brought forth this." In the palm of Baelor¡¯s hand laid a cloak black as deepest night, soft to the touch and sturdy in make, length falling to the knees.


    "May it serve you in the darkest depths, cloak you in shadows unseen. Wear it with pride Eren Heart." Bowing slightly, Baelor handed it over, gesturing for Eren to wear it.


    Slowly Eren slipped on the jacket, snugly fitting his form; tight to the body, light as a feather, flowing smoothly across his skin.


    "Until next time." Baelor bowed low, offering another phone. Perhaps one he will not break.


    Eren took his leave, closely followed by a pestering Lucifer. "Hold a moment, reaper." Baelor called after Lucifer.


    "What is it?" The reaper whined. Eren left the pair, journeying back out into the night.


    <hr>


    Clouds gathered overhead, moonlight obscured, blanket of darkness hung heavy in the sky. Skulking through shadows and alleyways; his cloak flowing gently in the wind. Streaks of azure light flash from time to time, Eren jumping high into the air, descending to another rooftop in a single bound.


    Below, only three roofs from home; a young pair walked close together. One of the two, a woman no taller than 5''6, slim built; long sleek hair tied back; wearing a thick coat to fend off the chill in the air; the other man, well-built; tall and lanky in contrast, towering above her.


    ''It¡¯s one in the morning? Who are these people?'' Eren wondered.


    Gaze unmoving from the strangers before him. Their bodies pressed against each other, his hand''s keeping her warm under the night sky.


    "It''s not safe around here." He whispered into her ear. Quickening his pace, eager to return home.


    The gang from earlier in the day emerged from a side-street, 7-strong, closing in around the couple.


    "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Jun and his dear sister. Hiding a precious gem this one is, nice and cute; just my type!" A youth with dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes sauntered over; sizing up his prize.


    "Listen, she''s done with work tonight, just let us pass." The boy pulled his sister closer into him.


    "Let you pass... Pfthahahahahaha!" The older man mocked.


    "I think she can work another shift with us." He reached his hand out; brushing his fingers gently across her cheek.


    Suddenly, the boy called Jun grabbed his wrist, stopping his advances.


    "We don''t want any trouble, please let us-" Without a moment¡¯s notice the blonde man slammed his forehead hard into Jun''s nose; cracking it on impact. His sister let out a muffled gasp, hand is reaching out.


    "Stupid bitch!" He slapped her across the face with force; knocking her to the ground. "This girl belongs to us now; I suggest you forget about her. Got it?!" Jun glared daggers at him, hatred burned in his eyes.


    "Touch her and I''ll kill you-"


    Eren felt his blood boil. Acting on instinct, Eren jumped down sticking to his favoured shadows landing with ease.


    The whip struck the dim light overhead; shattered, raining small fragments down upon the group below.


    "Whose out there!?" Someone shouted.


    Eren struck first, flesh smashed against concrete, breaking apart his slender bones on impact. The once cocky youth lay in agony, cradling his bloodied face, groaning in pain. Another blow found its mark; cracking ribs like sticks of twigs.


    "Show yourself!" the leader roared. Fists glowing red, fire coalescing around his skin. Another member attacked in the confusion; taken into the blackened folds of night; screaming in pure agony, before quickly losing consciousness.


    Fire spewed from the blonde gangster''s fists, lighting the street in amber hues.


    *Crack*


    Number 4, 5, 6 all fell in succession. Blood splattered from broken faces and whip lashes. The final members turned tail, fleeing for their lives.


    "S-Screw this!!!" The blonde leader screamed back; racing into the night.


    A sharp pain radiated from his heels, cut with one swift strike, collapsing to the ground. The figure in the night was on him; Knee digging into his back, hand grabbing his hair; pressing his face down onto the cold stone pavement, grinding hard into his skin.


    "W-Who are you?! You piece of shit!" Eren punched the man a few times, just enough to daze him.


    "Do you want to live?" Eren asked harshly.


    "Y-Yeah..." He stuttered in reply.


    "Then deliver a message to your boss; This district, your territory... is MINE." Voice a low growl in the bandit¡¯s ear. The blonde man struggled under Eren''s weight, but nodded frantically in acknowledgment.


    Eren stood releasing the pressure on his back. Leaving the writhing bandits in the street. Disappearing into the night.


    The young man and his sister quickly limped home, leaving the wreckage in their wake.


    ''That should send a message to those pricks.'' Eren thought, already feeling his new purpose coursing through his blood. Perhaps finally he has found a purpose amongst the chaos and disorder; maybe now he would find balance in the world again.

 Chapter 14: Welcome to the new world - Memories

    A bright ray of light shone through the crack between the curtains, illuminating the empty bedroom. Quiet. Still. Dust particles floating mid-air. Eren watched them dance around the room, unblinking in his trance, eyes fixated on the spinning specks.


    Eren was getting used to awakening in his own bed, no touchy reapers hands, no poorly designed rooms, and no being dragged out of your slumber to go fight monsters. Just rest, a wonderful thing after years of none. Not sure what time it was; Eren picked up his phone (which Baelor replaced) seeing several notifications pop up; mostly from his stats window.


    ---


    Name: Eren Heart


    Level: 1


    Rank: Ex


    Class: Harbinger


    Current Jobs: N/A


    Current Guild: N/A


    Gates cleared: 0


    Abilities:


    - Apex instincts: LvEx


    - Weapon proficiency (Close combat): LvEx


    - Bone tendril: LvEx


    - Human physiology (Body conditioning): LvEx


    ---


    Eren also looked at his ring, displaying the exact same message instead in AR form. However, Eren grunted at his stats.


    "Of all the human imagination; why is this the exact same as something you would see in a fantasy manhwa or anime." He sighed aloud.


    "Only an unimaginative idiot would be so lazy, they couldn''t come up with something original?"


    Eren put on his pants; throwing on a shirt and jacket, heading downstairs. In a huff, still disgruntled about the lack of creativity.


    "You''re awake Eren, Good Morning." Mr. Heart greeted, livelier than he has been recently.


    "Morning dad. Where''s Emi?" He asked inquisitively.


    "Still asleep. Teenage girl''s need their beauty sleep." His father joked.


    "Fair enough." Taking a seat at the table.


    "Any luck breaking through to your sister yesterday?" Mr. Heart inquired. Eren kept silent, a look of failure written across his expression.


    "Oh. Sorry Eren." He replied sadly, lowering his gaze, focusing on his bowl of cereal. Silence loomed heavy in the air, the two-remaining seated; lost in their own thoughts.


    "What are you doing today Eren?" His father asked after sometime.


    "Going out, there''s someone I need to visit." Rising from the chair, pushing it under the table.


    "Rika?"


    "Yeah. Rika..." Eren''s response was curt, voice lacking emotion.


    "You know that she is married?" Mr. Heart spoke softly.


    "I have no intention of interfering... She moved on and that''s fine. I would too if I was her." Eren glanced out the living room window, watching the world pass by.


    "Tell her I said hi."


    "Sure¡­¡± In truth Eren was as nervous as he had ever been. Seeing a man that betrayed him and a woman who loved him. How much have they changed?


    After Eren bid farewell, He began his journey downtown, perturbation weighing him down with every step; dreading meeting the person he left behind.


    ''Perhaps I should see Akira first. Make me feel more at ease.'' Thinking to himself, deciding on a detour, searching for his previous guild master.


    ***


    First stop is Akira:


    Glancing at Haruto''s note with the address of Akira''s new guild, via his local train station. In his previous life, his neighbourhood station was small but clean; the smell of fresh paint clung to the platform walls, floors scrubbed to a gleaming shine each night. Tracked freshly polished and maintained. Everything neat and tidy. But now, the tracks were rusted with age, no trace of polish to be seen. Station walls coated with a grey haze; a stale musty aroma seeped from its crevasses. Walls tagged with crimson ink in various designs; graffiti marring what was once a pristine building.


    The train ride was next to empty, save for a couple of families and elderly folk. Smiles wide spread among the group, laughing, and joking; joyful. All things Eren once considered normal, now only reserved for children, family, and friends, for others it was rare. Eren stared out the window blankly into the world of light; the sun now fully risen, cascading yellow rays of light, stretching out as far as his eye could see, warmth spreading throughout.


    At least Eren had something to be thankful for.


    A large white tower loomed ahead, dwarfing everything surrounding it in both size and width; smooth glass exterior reflecting the sunlight like a prism of rainbow, casting its lights on the ground below.


    ''This is the place. Kitsuwa banking group.'' The name emblazoned in golden characters and a matching tiger statue adorning the entrance.Stolen novel; please report.


    The lobby was just as extravagant, polished granite floors shone brightly, tall elegant columns wrapped in gold rose high to the roof, stretching out like skyscrapers themselves. Grand fountains rain down water from hidden sprinklers. Various employees scurried around like ants; moving in chaos between sections, scanning ID''s, carrying documents and packages; rushing to their destinations with frantic steps.


    "Good morning, sir. Welcome to the Kitsuwa Banking Group. Are you looking to open an account?" A young lady greeted Eren cheerfully from behind her desk, smiling warmly while bowing low.


    "No. I''m here to visit someone." Eren replied politely, handing her a slip of paper.


    "Ah, you would be looking for the gold tiger¡¯s guild. 25th floor suit number 27." Her eyes darted over the document, noting the visitor pass.


    "Here is your guests¡¯ badge. The elevator is straight across from here, press the button with the symbol of the tigers, thank you and have a pleasant stay." She responded dutifully, a robotic customer service tone permeating through every word.


    "Why is everyone working? Isn''t it a Sunday?" Eren asked curiously.


    "Yes, it is sir. However, monthly reports a due soon and everyone is busy trying to finish it off. Please enjoy your stay." Giving a dismissive smile; bags under eyes more prevalent than before.


    Eren found his way to the elevator; followed in by a flurry of workers. The ride is slow and cramped, filled with destitute strangers and uncomfortable silence. The stench is horrid, these salarymen & women smelt like they had not bathed in days. A combination of cigarettes, alcohol, and cheap cologne. They rode in silence up to their destinations; doors chimed at every level, each employee departing hurriedly. One by one leaving only three standing at the top.


    ¡®GOLDEN TIGERS¡¯


    Eren is greeted by the loud signage as he exited. ¡®A subsidiary of Kitsuwa Banking group¡¯


    This section of the building was vastly different. Considerably smaller than the lobby; yet as magnificent. Another large tiger greeted him at the entrance, made entirely from gold; its eyes glistened emeralds, and its mouth opened wide, bearing ferocious fangs of onyx.


    "Is that really necessary?" Eren grumbled aloud.


    Everywhere he walked people moved about, each wearing expensive suits, briefcases, and sunglasses. On the surface they all look calm, composed but Eren can sense that underneath it all, they are all imbued with anxiety, desperation, and hunger; a need for something unknown, or perhaps... greed.


    "Hello, sir. What may I help you with?" A polite man at the front desk welcomed Eren in. The secretary''s face is perfectly chiselled, sharp eyes like black diamonds; black hair neatly combed to the side. Face sculpted with immaculate precision.


    "I''m here to see Akira." The reception gave a look of mild amusement, giving a curt nod.


    "Oh, that old dog... I''ll lead you to him."


    He walked Eren down a hallway, stopping outside the lunch room. There Akira sat all by his lonesome, drinking a hot cup of coffee and eating a bowl of instant ramen. He had kept his hulking build through the years, his short office shirt showed faded scars of glory days past, rippling muscles covered his arms and legs. Though now they seemed tired and fatigued, no longer radiating determined vigour.


    Eren hadn''t thought about what would happen if he ever saw Akira again. The man who betrayed him, sent Eren to the world of death. And yet in the final moments tried to do right.


    ''Why?'' It bothered him, why try to protect him? Why the double betrayal? Should he punish him? Forgive him... Kill him?


    "We''re just in time for the show." The assistant broke Eren out of his trance.


    "Akira! Where are you!" A thunderous voice bellowed from behind the wall. The two peered around the corner.


    A man half of Akira''s age stood menacingly over his table. Slim and well-groomed in appearance; pale complexion, slick hair combed into place.


    "What the fuck is this! Typos, formatting errors, double sided sheets! What kind of report is this!?" The youth slapped a pile of paper hard into Akira''s face.


    Akira kept silent taking the verbal lashing head on. His assistant chuckled quietly beside Eren.


    "You¡¯ll need to start again... this... this is fucking trash!" The younger one spat venomously.


    "Yes... I understand sir. I will redo it immediately." The old warrior replied calmly, lowering his head in shame.


    "Fuckin hell, get it done by tonight!" the lad barked in response, turning to walk away; fists tightly clenched in rage.


    For a fleeting moment, their eyes locked. Eren searched for something¡ªrecognition, guilt, anything¡ªbut Akira¡¯s gaze remained empty. No spark, no flicker, just the tired, hollow stare of a shackled man. A cold feeling spread through Eren''s chest; a deep seeded disgust blooming from within. Anger. But not at Akira.


    The assistant gestured for Eren to enter. However, Eren vanished. No warning, no goodbyes, just gone.


    Back in the elevator, Eren was once more alone. ''Why did I go see him?'' The elevator arrived on the bottom floor. Stepping out. The sign of a broken man, whatever Eren thought about doing; it would pale in comparison to what Akira''s current situation must be. His own special kind of hell.


    ***


    Last stop is Rika, Eren''s Ex-girlfriend:


    ''She never cared for grand romantic gestures, always said I worried too much about those things, rather brighten her day, smile.'' Eren reminisced. Passing through several neighbourhoods, taking in his surroundings.


    Everything was different. Old haunts replaced with modern structures. People too. All absorbed into their little bubble, tapping away on their phones, ignoring the outside world. This isolation continued to fester within himself, a leech growing fat off despair.


    ''Unit 24.'' The note read.


    The apartment''s door was a rich shade of blue; fading paint on a cracked surface, blending seamlessly with the aged brickwork behind. Paint chipped at the edges, rough to the touch.


    Eren raised his hand.


    *Knock* *Knock*


    Footsteps echoed behind the door. Heavy steps drawing closer.


    Suddenly, the door opened wide. Stood in front of Eren was a young lady, short black hair with violet streaks; hazel green eyes sparkling in the light; skin lightly bronzed; bony build with some curve to the hips and bust. Her clothes fitted tight, hugging her feminine features nicely. She looked the same as last they meet, however, her face seemed gaunt


    A brief pause, neither knowing what to say. "Hi, Rika..." Eren started softly, sheepishly glancing around, trying to avoid eye contact.


    "It''s me, Eren..." The woman looked taken aback; slowly, realization dawned on her, shock washing over.


    "Eren?" She whispered in disbelief.


    Her eye¡¯s role back collapsing to the floor.


    "Shit, not again." Eren caught her; carefully pulling her close to him. Eren scooped her up into his arms, entering the house closing the door quietly. Laying her on the sofa inside, resting her head down gently, fanning her with his hand. Eren took a moment to appreciate his surroundings.


    The room was modest. Wood panelled flooring, plastered walls a beige colour, well-kept and cleaned; a brown sofa set with cushions to match; Everything kept to a high standard of cleanliness. However, a foul odour permeated through the apartment. One that Eren couldn''t quite place. Like a sickness infected the air, poisoning the very roots of the foundation.


    Suddenly a soft murmur drew his attention. "You... came back..." Rika groaned weakly. She forced herself upright, wrapping her slim arms around his shoulders; holding tight to her beloved. Tears ran from her eyes, falling onto Eren''s shoulder.


    "I mourned you... I cried every night; hoping... wishing it was all a dream." Her voice breaking with emotion.


    Eren hugged back awkwardly patting her softly, trying to comfort her in the moment. "And now you''re just... back."


    After a few minutes Rika released her grip, wiping her eyes dry.


    "I know, the world has gone and gotten itself in a big hurry." Rika let out a weak laugh; puffy cheeks stained red; eyes slightly swollen.


    "Oh, there is someone I would like you to meet..." She rose from the sofa, disappearing into a hall; returning moments later. In her hands, a small girl; pale white skin, thin black hair; bright sky-blue eyes shining from beneath.


    "Eren. I would like you to meet my daughter... Makoto."

 Chapter 15: Welcome to the new world - Memories (2)

    An audible gasp escaped from Eren''s lips. The little girl clung closely to Rika, hiding behind her mother, timidly peeking up at Eren. "Sorry, she is shy." Rika smiled softly.


    "Can you say hello to Eren, honey?" the girl shook her head.


    "This shy little one is 4 years¡¯ old."


    "Hello." Eren crouched down, giving a gentle wave. Makoto giggled, ducking further behind her mother¡¯s dress. Eren gave a faint smile in return.


    "You are as pretty as your mother." Rika laughed shyly at the complement.


    "White hair." Makoto pointed at Eren''s head.


    "Yeah, it turned like this." He replied jokingly. Her small hands reached out, wanting to touch it; fingers twirling through his hair.


    "Soft." Makoto grinned widely.


    Eren joined them on the sofa. "How long have you been back?" Rika asked softly. "A week... Or so." Eren replied uncertainly. "Why didn''t you come back sooner?" she sighed heavily. "I guess... A story for another day. Tell me about this little one. Who¡¯s the lucky man?"


    Rika shifted uncomfortably, the colour draining from her face, turning pale white.


    "W-Well... He works for the city government... Y''know helping out with administration work." She stammered nervously.


    "Yeah? Is he nice to you guys?" Eren probed inquisitively. Something felt off. The stench that Eren noted from earlier grew.


    Rika kept her gaze locked to the floor, refusing to answer. "Are you still a ranker?" He tried a different question.


    "No, I gave that long ago. I tried to join other guilds, but.... it just wasn''t the same, it wasn''t worth it anymore..." Rika replied with a far-off look, distant memories playing behind her eyes.


    "But I have this little one to look after now... Life''s full of surprises..." She stroked Makoto''s cheek with a warm grin. Eren smiled softly.


    Makoto, after a period of warming up, had run around the room, showing Eren toy after toy, telling stories and talking about her daily life. Happy and energetic. Forgetting about everything else around her.


    Rika had slowly reverted to that distant look. Eyes void of any light; staring blankly through the walls, like she wasn''t even there at all. She stood, walking robotically towards the kitchen, a slight tremble in her feet. "You mind if I smoke?" Rika asked.


    "Yes! You shouldn''t." Eren responded harshly. Eren had loathed the sight and smells of cigarettes since childhood, always associating it with inept and desperate adults; stuck in a rut, using nicotine addiction as a vice. That was never Rika, she fought hard for herself.


    "I''ll open a window then." Rika pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of her bag, followed by an equally dirty lighter. Eren finally understood the stench that infected the air around her. Smoke clinging to her clothing, embedding itself in her flesh.


    "Since when do you smoke?" Eren probed; leaning in slightly, looking closely at her appearance; scrutinizing every detail.


    "Oh... Not long really, only started after..." Rika let her words trail off. She lit up her cigarette, taking a long drag, puffing it out through the window, a long trail of smoke followed the wisps.


    "Dammit Rika!" Eren hissed. Flicking the lit fag into the sink.


    "Why do you care!?" Rika snapped angrily, grabbing another stick out.


    "Because I CARE ABOUT YOU, AND THE GIRL HERE!" Eren''s temper exploded; bigger than anything he had experienced before, roaring loudly. This was an unnatural anger not his own.


    Startling both Rika and Makoto in surprise. She jumped back clutching her chest; body trembling in fear.


    Eren grimaced, quickly regaining control of his anger.


    "I''m sorry I yelled, it''s... Where is your bathroom?" Rika pointed down the hall to her left; still gripping her chest tightly, shallow breaths coming faster; tears pricking at the corners. An uncomfortable silence filled the room.


    Makoto''s tiny hands reach out touching her mother''s skin, gently rubbing the side of her head.


    "Mommy scared?" She whispered sweetly. "N-No, don''t worry..." She took her hand giving it a light squeeze. The pair embracing closely.


    Staring into the mirror above the wash basin, the reflection stared back; dull eyes surrounded by dark circles; sallow skin drawn tightly around his cheeks. Was he a fool to come? Perhaps he should have left them alone.


    "I shouldn''t have come...." Splashing his face in water.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Returning to the living room; Rika had already lit another cigarette, sitting alone on the sofa. Makoto playing away from her mother. The loathing on Makoto''s face, the same feelings that Eren held. She hated her mother¡¯s addiction.


    A solemn frown marred Eren''s expression, letting out a sigh, defeated.


    "Sorry to yell before, it won''t happen again." Rika ignored his statement, continuing to smoke with haste, refusing to make eye contact.


    "Goodbye, Rika."


    Before he could exit, the front door slammed open, revealing a tall figure adorned in heavy grey business attire. The stench of booze and musky sweat flowed in waves.


    "I''m hwome." His voice slurred, staggering towards Rika.


    "Who''s this fella?" Approaching like a wobbly bull; eyeing Eren''s form suspiciously. His glare fixated on Eren''s white locks, glowering hatefully.


    "He''s a friend of mine." She replied, voice quavering. "Friend? A friend of yours eh. Pfthahahaahah!!" He guffawed. "I''ll be going now." Eren passed by stench pushing him on.


    "Where do yu think yer going?! Didn''t your mother teach ya manners!" He bellowed, spittle flying across the room.


    "Let go!" Eren''s wrist held tightly in his grasp; his knuckles turning white from the pressure.


    "You can''t leave without introducing yourself. - Oi Bitch! What did I say about using my smokes!" The drunk quickly focused on Rika, releasing his grip.


    "Are you going to let him speak to you like that?" Eren questioned with a sneer, Rika refused to reply, remaining motionless, clutching a pillow tightly; pressing it against her stomach. The old Rika would have put this man into place. What happened to the Rika he loved? Who was this woman now?


    Leaving the apartment, his instincts are kicking in again, something was wrong, Eren felt it behind his neck. A tingling sensation warning him of danger. Eren waited just outside the door. Listening to what''s going on inside.


    Loud voices, shouting and cursing fill his ears. It seems like it was only a yelling match between a couple, when suddenly an angry slap echoes through the door. Glass shattering and wood cracking. Eren kicked the door in, witnessing the scene.


    A terrified Makoto cowering on the side, blood trickling from Rika''s lip, holding a cut hand from a broken vase. The husband standing over Rika, breathing heavily, his hands balled into fists, veins bulging out of his forehead.


    "Stop!" Eren shouted. Rika''s head darted frantically, mouth open, mouthing the words ''Leave!''


    With a single swing, the man hurled an empty bottle straight at Eren, missing wildly, crashing into the wall.


    Eren kicked the brute, slamming him into the drywall behind. Imbedding a man-sized imprint into the wall.


    Rika rushed to her daughter¡¯s side. Holding her close to keep her safe. "Mommy''s okay, mommy''s okay..." Her eyes focused directly on her daughter.


    "I-I''ll kill you!!!" The man rose again, charging blindly at Eren, wildly swinging his fist''s; each one easily dodged. A sharp kick found the soft spot of his knee, followed by a well-timed strike to his jaw. The aura of death surrounded Eren. The drunk trembled uncontrollably.


    "Please leave..." The soft whispers of Rika barely reaching his ear.


    Using the distraction the husband charged once more. Eren side-stepped, grabbing his wrist, and twisting it, painfully forcing him to his knees.


    "Eren, please... stop..." She begged weakly. He glanced over. The look of pain in her eyes, the trembling of Makoto in her arms.


    The 6ft drunk lifted into the air with ease. "Listen well, you pig." Eren hissed low.


    "If you ever raise a hand against either of these two girls again, you will experience a fate far worse than death. Understand?" Eren spoke clearly, each syllable spat with malice.


    He nodded profusely, face burning red, gritting his teeth; too afraid to make a sound; unable to resist the force keeping him captive. Eren dropped the drunken mess with a thud.


    "Go and be a father and a husband, rather than a piece of shit. Your child deserves better." The man nodded, scrambling up to his feet, rushing out of the room.


    Eren walked over to the girls, bending to eye level, looking closely at the fresh wound on Rika''s cheek.


    "You are not the person I loved, Rika." His words like ice. "But if he ever hits you or your daughter again; Come find me at my home." Rising to his full height; Turning away, leaving them alone on the floor.


    <hr>


    Stepping back into the sunlight, Eren felt disgusted with himself and the world. Every second he spent on earth the more he hated it. The death of his mother, the degradation of his world and the love of his sister that had grown cold. He feels like nothing in the universe mattered, it''s all meaningless. Everything around him just keeps getting darker and darker.


    Wandering home, aimlessly. His mind is a jumbled mess of emotions. His heart hurts, body stiff, legs working by themselves.


    ''This world is fucked...''


    The couch was a welcome site, collapsing into its cushioned embrace; taking comfort in its hold, drifting into the void. Unaware of his surrounding, he failed to notice Emi was sat nearby, quietly watching him. Her instinct to watch him prevented her from speaking up.


    From the kitchen table


    To the pillar near the front door


    To the couch where Eren sits


    Not a word spoken to her brother, yet somehow, she knew instinctively that something wasn''t right about him. On the couch next to him, Emi finally spoke.


    "Eren... Are you alright?" She asked kindly. His head rising from its place.


    "Yeah... I''m fine, just a long day." Her eyes searched for his own but they were lost. Staring out beyond what she could see.


    ''Should I have stayed dead?'' Eren wondered, did he make the wrong choice? Should he have gone with Kyo to the afterlife? Even now his soul called to it, yearning to be free from this twisted torment.


    "..."


    "..."


    "Please... don''t leave again." Emi spoke softly into his ear, gently laying her head on Eren''s shoulder, feeling her warmth. Silence filled the room; Eren''s mind had begun to relax. A sense of safety and belonging wrapping around his core.


    "I don''t want to. Never again."


    Only for a second, Eren saw the little girl he left behind. The girl he betrayed.


    "I know... I-It''s hard to get used to you being here. You may think that we don''t need you... I do." She whispered quietly, holding tightly around his chest, feeling his heartbeat thump against her cheek.


    "Thank you, Emi. I''m sorry for what I''ve done to you." Eren muttered, his own arms enclosing around his little sisters. For the first time in years that he felt close to something once more.


    "C-Could I... Have fried chicken for dinner tonight?" Emi pleaded cutely.


    "Anything for you Emi. I love you." Eren rubbed the top of her head. Wishing for moments like this.