The Spider-Man Of the Empire (Akame ga kill x Male Reader)

Sky Slinger

In the imperial city, it was a silent cold, crisp night, a young child by the name of y/n was in a mansion, owned by his owner. You see, y/n came from a family of slaves, pure human hand me downs. He had no clue who his parents were, for he was traded in the market at age six. He had something close to family though. His Friend and fellow slave, Cyrus. He was two years older than y/n, He was 11, but looked more like he could pass as a 15 year old.

The dirt and grime that continuously  covered Cyrus' face would assist with the older appearance of the child. Anyways, As per usual They both were  doing hardcore labor. The sons of the Lord had made a huge mess and they were required to clean it all up.

"Geez, could they at least give us breaks?" Y/N complained.

"Yeah, but you already know how this works y/n, If you complain you're getting beat harder than you did yesterday." Cyrus stated nonchalantly.

"Low blow Cyrus," y/n pouted, "And besides when did you start listening like a trained dog?"

"Hmph, simple, They have power Y/n." Cyrus said as he continued to pick up the toys of the Lord's heirs.

"Eh, that makes no sense." A perplexed y/n asked.

"Simple as this, our parents were weak, but power rules this world y/n, this cold continued piece of garbage, that's just how the world wor-"

"Alright, alright!" Y/n cut in angrily, "The world doesn't have to be that way, there are people out there who fight for our freedom! Aren't there?" Y/n asked expecting yes as a reply.

"Yes, but look where we are Y/n, those people won't and will never save people like us and do you want to know why?"

"Why?"

"Simple, because useless tools like us have no part to coerce ourselves with the strong or the wealthy. We're exactly what I said earlier. Tools. Only used to keep the constant truth of this sad world true."

"N-no I don't believe that!" Cyrus chuckled slightly.

"Believe what you want y/n, but velrich (The Lord) has a weapon, heavily guarded by people who outclass us by eons. If you really want to show me how your reality works than Take it, although warning, it supposedly kills anyone who touches it."

"F-fine then just you watch!" Y/n vigoursly screamed.

------------------------Timeskip---------------------
(Four weeks afterward)

It's been four weeks since y/n and Cyrus had there conversation, and things have not gotten better. The Lord seems more and more angry, the lady and him are arguing continuously, more or likely an affair going on with one of them; Because of that, the slaves have been treated badly and sadly, y/n and Cyrus were the targets.

"I'm sorry sir we were just-" Cyrus was silenced with a strong iron slap straight to his face.

"Sorry doesn't begin to cut it, You failure of a sperm cell! I requested the furniture polished, The new chairs should be in here now!"

"Yes but we're not in charge of that, you, you IDIOT!" y/n fought back.

"Oh ho ho, even a little slave boy can tell I'm an idiot." He stated as he drew his shortsword.

"Cyrus, I'm scared" Y/n whimpered.

"Natural selections a bitch y/n"

Y/n cowered in fear as Velrich drew his blade he eventually had the whole thing out and held it up high. He swung down powerfully, but realization hit Cyrus. He wasn't aiming for him, he was aiming for the only thing he had close to family. Y/n.