POV Shirou
–Where am I? – was my first thought when I found myself in the middle of a desolate land covered in swords, as if it were a garden that instead of flowers the ground was covered with sharp swords, the whole place is poorly lit due to the black clouds that covered the sky where enormous gears remained suspended in the sky, which moved inexorably as if they were part of an enormous machine.
I was genuinely surprised, I had fallen asleep in Satoru's room together with the latter and with Kenya, initially I had a slight concern about staying there he slept for the night at Satoru's house, not because I feel nervous since this is my first time sleeping in a friend's house or because of the event that happened three weeks ago, but what I worry about is that I would disturb them because of my nightmares.
Usually when I went to sleep I lived in continuous that nightmare that two years ago had deprived me of everything, from my family to my friends now dead and burned by those damn flames that burned them together my memories, that image came back again and again to torment and curse me endlessly.
I had to admit that having a dream like that was refreshing, if I have to compare it it has those flames that curse me non-stop.
Ifinding myself in this strange place gave me very different sensations from those that that nightmarish hell gave me, the comfort I feel in this place is something unknown in my dreams, although I felt a slight sense of disgust, as if something inside me rejected this place, but the thing that made me concentrate the most are the rusty swords, Even though they were abandoned, my eyes couldn't help but admire the blades.
When he looked at one he saw the story that that weapon had lived, each one had its own story whether it was the same as the other blades or completely different from the other blades, but my eyes were in awe seeing some very particular weapons, one of these is a red spear that is very familiar to me it is twice my height, it has runic engravings on its surface, it gave off a seven of blood that made me pale, then I could see several Katane confiscated on the surface, but the most surprising are the gloves with the hidden blade they were there resting on the sandy earth, those gloves thrown on the ground were familiar to me, those weapons are used by the hidden demon, one of my sensei.
"Brat, what are you doing here?" A male voice, strong and annoyed, caught my attention, when I turned around I saw a hill covered with swords and at its top there is a man that I could not see well in detail because of the distance between me and him, the only distinctive signs I could see is a hooded cloak that covered his face leaving only two gray spheres that trusted me.
"I don't know." I replied, a little scared of the being that was a couple of meters away "Damn, the synchrony between our souls is already beginning!" I didn't understand why, but this man seemed annoyed for some reason, maybe it was this situation, but the thing that intrigued me was what synchrony between our souls means.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, curious about his words, man just clicked his tongue as he looked at me with total annoyance "Something you can't know yet, brat!" a strange feeling came over me as I continued to listen to this man's words, like a shiver down my spine since I met him, and the more this man spoke the more I felt the need to punch him.
"But don't stand there dumbfounded, don't you have a task to do?!" emphasize Man with a critical tone, which made me raise an eyebrow, "In what sense?" I asked, confused by the sudden change of subject.
I saw the man sitting on the hill slamming his hand in his face as he sighed "Why do you have to be so dull in every timeline or parallel reality." I couldn't refrain from saying a "Hey!" for the sarcastic comment "wake up, stop that little devil, before your friend's mother gets lost in a cycle of lust or a worse fate." He spoke with such firmness that it stunned me, filling me with questions in my head.
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iron fire and demons
Fanfictionin a world where depravity, murder and violence that was wrought by both demons and corrupt men, a night that ushered in the autumn a fire on the outskirts of tokyo caused more than a hundred victims, that night only a single life survived remained...