Kuroinu: Rise Of The Demon King

Pilot

[ !!! WARNING !!!! ]

Gore, rape, and all other things that would definitely make you feel disgusted will be written in the future chapters.

Also, this shitty author knows little about Kuroinu other than having 6 episodes full of seggs action and barely any lore and having a downgraded sequel. Fanfiction included, but his memory recalling ability is shit.

This asshole of an author will keep R18 Implicit.

Reader Discretion is advised, you may skip the parts where you would be disgusted, but if you quit the fanfiction due to that, you're uh.... stupid.

*VINE BOOM.ogg*

[ ~ Chapter • Start ~ ]

Sitting in a barren field was a blonde man in a skintight suit of white and blue, staring at the grey sky above as he sighed out deeply.

Around him were corpses of several humanoid monsters that looked completely out of this world, as if they weren't even supposed to be here.

"Why did they force this mission onto me, anyways? I'm not the best person for this job, maybe they should have anybody else but me do this!" The man complained, as his earpiece blinked a few times.

{Sorry about that, Mr. Burkshaw. These were orders from the higher-ups because it was requested by the CEO of Odio Industries, but you know the mission – to retrieve a cube containing important information that the invaders kept hidden on this island. From there on, reinforcements from Odio Industries will come to take you away.}

Hearing this, the one now named Mr Burksham....

No wait, let me just read the script again for a moment.

*Narrator sipping coffee.mp3*

Ah, here it is.

Hearing this, our Protagonist, whose full name was Jonathan Francheska Burksham sighed deeply while he scratched his head.

{{ Author's Note: He looks like Otto Apocalypse }}

"Fine, at least the pay is high!" He shouted, resigning to whatever he had been forced into, as he grabbed ahold of his energy rifle which had infinite ammo due to a compressed generator loaded into it.

{Good luck, Black Eagle.}

A light beeping sound was heard from his earpiece, ending their conversation.

"Ah well, got no choice." Jonathan spoke, walking towards a mountain where the specified location had been briefed to him.

He crouched down, focusing on himself as motes of lights began to appear around him. On the lower parts of suit, blue nerve-like lines appeared on it, as it began to increase his mobility.

"Ready....."

Jonathan was ready to run forwards in speeds of Mach 5, thinking he should finish this mission earlier.

He just didn't want to miss his cousin's birthday party that would be at a few days after this, and that he decided to retire before the corrupt ruling bodies begin brainwashing him (if that was possible).

He also never liked being involved in politics, even if he was of noble blood.

After all, in the Apocalypse Age Calendar of March 31, Year 1441, Earth or the world he was standing on is just about to be destroyed by the invaders, anyways.