Reincarnation of The Last Soldier

Mono

It was never quiet in the Radan. Since the bots took over, noise crept acrossed the dust-filled streets and collapsed buildings. The distant sound of bombs and gunshots continued to molest the ears of all those who inhabited the area. The bots had been there since the first breakout 300 years ago and had left nothing but destrcution. Only rare few who awakened the demonic cultivation could battle them, but surely like all hope, even they couldn't withstand the Radan. The air was always dry and filled with killing intent and as the last soldier stood, so did the last drop of humanity.

They stood in the middle of all the mass destruction and piled corpses, their breath irregular and heavy, they dropped to their knees clutching their stomach with their hands. Their face winced at each moment their sigh escaped their mouth. The once silvery black eyes were imperceptible by all the blood blanketing them. Their sword drenched in other's blood wore the same shade as sky, the perpetually crimson sky. The sword's name was scratched onto it's blade, it was fading much like the life of its owner. Black hair whipped back as wild winds wandered over their skin. There was not much time left, and they knew it, the stark footsteps approached.

"R11 well done, surviving longer than expected. However, you have become too much of a threat, you must be exterminated." The voice stated, their eyes too blurry to make out who said it.

They lifted their head in the direction of the voice, drawing out their sword almost out of pure instinct, the fear of death had never been so ingrained into their body as their hand trembled violently. Lifting them self off of the ground, fumbling as they tried to find balance they steadied their voice.

"Fuck off." Their voice was barely audible but their growing movement was swift. They charged toward the voice with their sword swinging from their right hand as they neared the opponent to make the final blow, almost expecting this the opponent ducked to the side.

"I thought you were better than that, R11, I guess expectation never reall-"

Their left hand quickly stabbed the voice's owner, delivering nothing more than a scar.

"You never fail to surprise me, R11." The voice chuckled in its robotic and monotonous tone, it was now over, there was nothing left they could do but let death devour them. "Say goodbye to life." Shots echoed and they felt blood escaping their body, a cold chill invaded their system as they felt the presence of the voice disappear to leave them with the silence. The blurry red faded to black. Their breath stopped.

"Ryelle."

"Ryelle, I said to wake up Ryelle! We are starting your training today and you need to meet the duke."

Their eyes shot open. Where the hell were they? This wasn't the Radan. The stench of blood wasn't thick enough, the constant screaming and helicopters didn't intrude their eardrums. Most of all what was this sight, they were in a house, an actual house with a bed, carpet and cupboard! They weren't used to things like this, and the wide-eyed wonder emphasized their curiosity. Their hands looked several times smaller and everything felt very disproportionate. They stretched their hands out a couple times before quietly muttering the word child.

They rubbed their eyes a couple of times then scanned the room once again, this time their guard up, they looked at the old man who called their name, he had thinning grey hair and wrinkles so deep the looked like folds, he was not tall and had a frown engraved across his lips. He opened the curtain before scrutinizing them, he waddled over then pinched their ear tightly.

"Ryelle, do not make me repeat myself. After today I will finally be rid of ya and won't have to do this anymore! Now get ready to see the duke." He heaved as he yanked them out of the childrens bed.

"The duke?" Ryelle asked as their eyebrows scrunched together, they turned their face to the old man in confusion. Ryelle had never heard of what a duke was before, let alone their relations with one.

"Your father. One of the only four dukes in the kingdom? Lord of the south? Ya oughtta know unless ya stupid..." he muttered the last part under his breath. Ryelle thought quietly to their self, they were confused by the concept, especially living in a world with little to no system. They nodded their head softly before slapping the old man's hand off their ear. They walked to the cupboard and opened it, the clothes were little to none but for Ryelle this was more than enough. The old man unbothered by this reaction left the room while briefly mentioning that he would go to get their breakfast. Ryelle dismissed this and continued to dwell within the cupboard reaching for something.

As soon as the man's footsteps left, Ryelle came out and rushed to close the curtains. They needed to check whether they still had it.

"Arzekoth" At the sound of the name a long black sword materialized from their chest, its blade sharp like the fangs of a wild beast. They sighed dramatically while hugging the weapon tightly, their fingertips traced the name on its blade intricately. "I am so happy you're still here. I do not know what I would have done without you." They twirled with the blade a couple times before being interrupted by the upcoming footsteps of the man.

He entered while banging the door open, by then Arzekoth had already been fused back into them, carrying with him buttered toast on a wooden plate. "Eat up ya damn child. And why aren't ya dressed yet? The shit I have to do."

Ryelle hurriedly got dressed and ate. It was time for them to meet the Duke. Their father.