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SMT: The Reason	By : Kakashifan727 Category: +S through Z > Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Shin Megami Tensei, Darksiders, DMC, VP, Fate/Stay Night or Rise of the Guardians franchises. They belong to Atlus, THQ, Capcom, Square Enix/Tri Ace, Type Moon and Dreamworks respectively. I am maki

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A/N: Pacing is slow because I am stuck on a part again. Sadly, I have an internship I need to focus on so I won't have time to beat it for a while. I hope to finish Nocturne by the summer though. Also, I've been spelling Magatsuhi wrong and I feel dumb. Might have the main be DanteXDFXFrost, now that I think about it. I like that idea better.
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It was a barren wasteland. The buildings are destroyed and in ruins, the road broken and pieced together like some child's toy. There is no grass, only sand and dirt, nothing that looks like it could sustain life. As I look out I can see strange, hulking forms that I guess are demons. What else could they be? No human could survive out here for long, even if they tried to hide in the husks of the broken buildings. Shinjuku is no more, and barely a shadow of the bustling little city I knew before. The sky is orange, and there is a bright blue sphere . It's not the sun; I know that much. It pulsates with a strange energy, and I can feel it almost pull me in. Its mesmerizing in some way, but my body is aching and tired. I can't believe this is what Tokyo has turned into; this apocalyptic waste of a place. I can barely stand; my breathing heavy and labored as I look around. If my friends made it out of the hospital, there can be no way they made it through this. I feel tears running down the sides of my face, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
How did this happen? I...I can't believe this. I think, my mind hazy and unfocused. I don't know what to do. Where do I go from here? I know that guy said to go to Ginza, but why bother? If no one is there, and my friends are all dead, why should I bother? My body is tired, I'm hungry and exhausted, and my demon companions aren't feeling much better. Pixie is shaking and shuddering in my hand, her tiny body frail and feverish. We just lost one of our companions, and our morale is dropping steadily. Now things have gotten worse, much worse. I had no idea what it was like outside until now; most of the windows in the hospital were boarded up or didn't show any of the outside that I could see. Even if things outside had been fine, I'm not sure if I could have made it like this. I feel strength draining from me, and my body feels warm, almost like I have a fever. I squint, trying to focus on the terrain ahead. There's no landmarks I can make out, nothing remarkable for me to use as a guide. Everything seems so hazy and blurred, I can barely make out what are buildings and what are demons. We haven't moved too far from the hospital entrance, not wanting to get ambushed by demons inside the main city.
I can feel something behind me, and it causes me to turn around. It looks like a person, standing on the top of the hospital roof. My eyes widen as I watch them jump off the roof. Are they insane? Looking closer at the figure, its the odd foreign man I saw at the subway station. I shiver I as remember his piercing gaze, those blue eyes boring right through me. He easily clears the two story jump and lands in front of me, his red jacket flapping in the wind. I just gape with my mouth wide open, not believing what I just saw. He cleared that jump like it was nothing! He turns around, holding a gun and pointing the open barrel at me. I don't move, I know he can kill me before I so much as blink. I just watch, petrified as he slowly walks over to me, white bangs hiding his eyes.
I don't have any idea what he's thinking; if he wanted to kill me, he could have done so easily by now. He's quite taller than me, at least by a head and a half, so he has to bend a bit to get down to my level. His skin is pale, not drenched in blood, sweat and tears like I am. He doesn't look tired or winded at all, and this surprises me. Whoever this guy is, he probably isn't human, even though he looks like one. I wince as I feel the barrel of the gun stab into my temple, still not daring to move at all. He just stares at me, his deep blue eyes roving up and down my body. I feel chills down my spine, and I jump when I feel his gloved hand grab my chin. His gloves are fingerless, and his fingers are rough and calloused. They feel odd on my warm skin, and I don't know how to react as he tilts my chin to look him directly in the eyes. He has a strong jawline, white stubble lining his chin, with thin cheeks and deep set eyes. We stay like this for a couple seconds, my heart beating erratically as I wonder if he's going to finally kill me or not. If he is, why won't he just get it over with? Hell, maybe dying could be better than going on with this. I mean, it's not like I'm going to make it out of this alive. Everyone I love and care about is already dead anyway. Maybe it's about time I join them.
“You...you're that scared kid from the subway.” He says, his low voice startling me. His hand lets go of my chin, and I feel the pressure on my temple relax. He looks at the shivering Pixie in my hand, tucked against my body, then back at me.
“What the fuck happened to you?” He asks, running a hand through his white hair. I don't know how to respond. I have no idea who this guy is, and he could have killed me five seconds ago. Still, he chose not to so I can give him that. I guess I can tell him a little bit, even if I'm hiding things from him. Better safe than sorry.
“I-I don't know...I woke up like this. There are demons...or monsters everywhere. I've had to kill...so many...” I stutter, the images still fresh in my mind. I can see the demons, feel their claws raking and tearing at my skin, my own body easily breaking their bones. My vision blurs, and I realize that I've started crying again. Damn it! I thought I was better than this, but I guess I'm still weak. I can hear him sigh, his face a contorted blurry mess. I blink back the tears, not wanting to appear weak, but they just keep coming. I can hear the screams of dying demons in my head, their horrid wails and cries as I rip and tear the life out of them. I watch my comrades eat the corpse of a dead demon, blood dripping down their hands as they rip out fresh chunks of meat. These things haunt me every time I close my eyes, and I'm scared they won't go away. I feel something brush across my cheek, and I move back when I notice it is his hand. Its covered in a mix of my blood and tears, staining the fabric and his fingers red. He frowns, moving his hand away from me and wiping it on the ground. I just stare blankly at him, not understanding what the hell is going on. Is he trying to comfort me? Why does he even care? I don't get this. I don't get him.
“Sorry. Usually when I do that to a pretty girl they stop crying. C'mon, get up,” he jokes, standing up while at the same time offering me a hand. I look at it, frowning as I grab onto it. Why am I going with this guy? Who the hell is he? Can I trust him? He smirks slightly as I stand up, wobbly and he hooks his arm around my waist. His grip is tight, and I don't feel like trying to fight him. I don't even think I'd have the strength to do so normally, let alone like this. He is slowly moving forward, a white pistol in his left hand, trying to be considerate of my condition. I wish I could just get him off of me. I don't want help; I just want to die! I stare at his face, trying to read his body language. Nothing.
“Why...are you doing...this? I don't...even know you,” I say, causing him to look at me. He closes his eyes, thinking, then turns his head my way.
“To be honest, I'm being paid to help you out. Now's not the time for that though; We have somewhere to be.” He answers, causing me to frown. At least he's honest about it. I knew something felt off about this whole thing. Him just coming out of nowhere. I don't like this at all. I try to wiggle out of his grip, but the arm around my waist is firm. He just stares at me, his expression unreadable. I'm not paying him much attention, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. This curse isn't getting any better, I feel it's getting worse as time goes on. We just keep going forward into the deserted and barren city, and I wonder if he has any set destination in mind. We can't just wander around. Not with all these demons everywhere; we'd probably be killed easily. I know I would, but maybe not this guy. Just from what I felt from him before, when he pointed his gun at me, it was leagues above that Forneus monster. He could have easily taken out that thing on his own I bet. I don't think I want to piss him off, so I'll just have to go with him. I know I could use the help, but I don't want to do this anymore.
He seems to be leading us toward one of the abandoned buildings, his pistol firing off every now and then to shoot at the demons blocking our path. They drop quickly, only taking a few hits before finally dying. He's a pretty good shot. Then again, I can feel him emitting magical energy when he shoots. It's not every time, but the change is significant enough that I notice. A few of the demons come closer to us, even though he keeps killing them. I guess they've grouped together to kill us, now that they realize we, or rather this guy, is actually some kind of a threat. A smirk appears on his face, his eyes lighting up as he grips the hilt of his blade. He's switched his pistol to his left hand, nonchalantly holding the decorative hilt. It honestly takes me a couple seconds before I realize I am sitting on the ground, his arm no longer supporting me. What is he doing? I think, watching him slowly stroll closer to the large group.
He isn't even pointing his gun at them or anything, just holding onto the hilt of his sword. I can feel the energy build up from him and transfer into the blade, making the silver metal glow a dark red. He tosses it with little to no effort into the group of demons, his arm moving from its drawn out position to place his gun back into his hand. The spiraling blade slams into the demons, two of them easily sliced in half as their intestines litter the dirt. The white haired man easily shoots their heads off for good measure, and I wince as I watch them explode into a gout of blood. He's being really brutal with these guys and it leaves an odd feeling in my stomach. I know they're probably going to kill us, but what if they were docile? What if they just wanted to invite us into their group? I highly doubt this even as I'm thinking it, but my brain has to rationalize this somehow.
When I focus back on the fight, two of the larger demons with bulky bodies with horns and claws are on the ground. Their legs have been chopped off at the knees, but this doesn't seem to faze them as they crawl on the bloodied ground using their arms. He isn't even surprised by this, shooting them quickly with his gun. They die almost instantly, bloody scorch marks where their heads once were. Another one of the big demons tries to sneak up behind him, but the red clothed man grabs the claw just as it reaches out for him. He flings the huge demon onto the ground, which makes my mouth gape open, seeing as the monster is a head taller than him and much wider. I shouldn't be surprised, seeing as this guy just killed that group like it was nothing, but still...I don't think I want him as an enemy. I wince as I watch his blade slam down and stab the demon in the eye, the thing wailing in pain as its brain is pierced through. He nonchalantly wipes the blood off his sword using it's torso, then saunters back over to us like nothing happened.
I just blink, unsure of what to do or say. This guy can't be human; he's just too powerful. Pixie just lays still in my hand, her body still fluctuating with magic. I notice the pale skinned guy staring at her, and I try to stand up. Pathetically, I wobble on my feet, the damn curse messing with my sense of balance and making me feel sick and dizzy. Fuck, this is pathetic! I've had bad colds before; why is this so different? Well, the symptoms are like a cold, I guess, but it's something much worse. Goddamned thing, is there any way to get it out of my body? Wait, that could kill me. I still need this power, though I don't know why. I need answers and Ms.Takao has them; Chisaki and Isamu might know things too. I think, wincing as I feel his rough hand grab me by the wrist and pull me towards him.
“We'll stop to rest soon. One of those buildings should be fine...I know you're in pain, but you need to rest and eat. Trying to keep going like this will only make it harder for you,” He comments, once again half-dragging me by the waist. I nod, even though I know I don't need to, and just keep following him. I can still notice demons moving in the distance. They must not be too scared of him. That, or they don't care. He still has one of his pistols out, pointing at whatever he seems to think is threatening. The guy doesn't bother to shoot at them as much this time, and none of the demons want to go after us. Good. Whatever gets us to a safe place faster. I don't know how long I can keep walking. I look down to see that my feet are still attached to my body; I figured they'd have fallen off by now.
We seem to be heading towards one of the small and wider buildings, and it looks like a run down grocery store. All the windows are cracked and broken, the harsh foreign light penetrating the tiled floors and broken walls. The structure of the building is horribly damaged, most of the front blown to pieces and there is no roof to be seen. I frown, hoping that this isn't where we are going to stay. It doesn't look that safe, and I think I can see demons prowling about. It could be just my imagination; maybe those are just shadows from the broken shelves and smashed counters. They are empty and I don't see any food, even though this could have passed for a shop once. Maybe all the demons ate the food.
We don't have any other options, as this is one of the closer shelters from the hospital; the other buildings look too far. I probably couldn't make it. Well, I guess this place isn't too bad for a short rest. We carefully enter the building, and I look around in case there is anything alive in here other than us. I see a blue flame, much like the ones that were in the hospital. I have no idea what it could be, as I was always too afraid to go near one of those things. The energy they omit is different from our magic, and I didn't want to find out the hard way if they were friend or foe. Now that I think about it, I never really tried to interact with any of the other demons laying about the hospital. Pixie is a different case, since she went up to me first. I didn't have the courage or will to go up to one of those demons on my own. After encountering those small purple bastards, I was afraid. The guy holding me doesn't even register the tiny thing, and I am quick to point this out. He stares at me, a puzzled look on his face as his gaze shifts over to the blue flame.
“That thing? Don't worry about it. It's just a dead person; their souls have been given form in this world. This mostly happens to people who have regrets or stuff when they die, so their souls can't pass on and stay here. It won't bother us,” he explains, using his free hand to guide me towards some of the collapsed shelves. It's kind of hard to move, since there is debris everywhere I seem to step, and my feet keep getting tangled over each other. We make it towards a couple of the shelves, and he gently lets go of me. I have enough strength to guide myself to the floor, and I watch as he easily hefts the wood shelving unit over his head with both hands and sets it next to me gently. It only takes him a few minutes to set up a sort of barricade with the remaining shelves, and he helps me up to climb over the makeshift barrier. Two of the shelves are on their sides in front of us, acting as a sort of shield in case something happens. This section of the building still has a roof and part of the ceiling is intact, but he has titled another shelf and one of the broken counters to our right where the ceiling starts to meet the open sky. What he's preparing for I have no idea, but it's better than being caught in the open. It's hard to see over them, coupled with the debris all around the building and the place looks empty like we aren't even here. Hopefully no demons will come around exploring, since the place is trashed and there's nothing worthwhile here. I notice that he has finally put down his pistol, and is busy looking for something in the inner pocket of his red coat.
A smirk appears on his face as he pulls out a tiny pink cube, placing it on the ground in front of him. I stare at the thing, not knowing what it is or what he plans to do with it. Is it a weapon of some sort? A magic spell or something? He does focus some magic energy into his hand as he touches it, and I gape as it grows in size. Each piece of it separates into a single small square-like thing, and various items are floating inside the vortex they have created. Bottles, swords, clothes and all sorts of random items are inside, and they are too numerous to count. He takes out something that looks similar to a lamp, and also a couple bottles of some odd colored liquid and some small rectangular bars. He touches one of the squares and they all come back into place, forming a bigger cube that shrinks almost as soon as it is complete.
The items are gone, having collapsed back into whatever dimension they came from. That was amazing. What is that thing and where can I get one? Now that I think about it, my pockets can hold a lot of stuff, like that odd candelabrum. It should be weighing me down a lot, but I don't even feel like it's in my pocket. I know it's still there, since I can feel it when I want to search for it. I wonder if my pants operate on the same principle as that thing? I guess the old man made them some kind of dimensional vortex when he changed me into a demon. I turn my head upwards when I hear a cough from my odd companion. He has done something to that lamp and it radiates heat like it is a fire, though that is impossible. Where does he get such odd things? He is holding out one of the small bars and a bottle of that weird stuff and I offer thanks as I take them. Examining the bar closer, it is one of those snack food bars you can buy at the grocery store. I look at the odd bottle and open it up, not knowing what kind of liquid is inside. It doesn't look like any kind of soda or liquor that I've seen, and it smells funny when I put it to my nose. I highly doubt the guy is going to kill me, since he's helped me this far out, even though I shouldn't completely trust him. Who was he hired by? What would they want to do with me? I sigh, not knowing the answers to any of these questions. I guess all I can do is put my faith in this guy and hope for the best.
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