"suffering defeat after defeat, that man's body was reaching its limit. breaking down." A shadow raced across the alleyways of Vale, distorting the space around him. He started across the concrete, splashing the water up. "But, he couldn't die yet. the man had a mission that must be done. To defeat his twin brother." As he slowed, he looked at the katana in his palm. he gripped the sheath resentfully, staring at his reflection in the blade. "My power..." He unsheathes the blade, looking to the night sky above him. the moonlight shone brightly in his eyes, sparkling with electric vitality and rage. "shall be absolute." He slices the air, ripping a hole through space. he walks though into the darkness, the fabric of reality closing behind him. This is the story of Sparda's eldest son, and his journey to become a hunter.

"What's the difference between you and me? We've both stopped being human a long time ago." "I don't know." "Tell me." "I don't know!" "Tell me!" "I don't know!" His fist curled, shaking with fury. His tormentor stood in front of him, basically defenseless, and yet, Minori found himself frozen in place. His knuckles paled, turning white with the pressure he was exerting.

ro·nin (ˈrōnən) noun A wandering samurai who had no lord or master. His pride and hubris were what had caused the demise of his master. Now outcasted and shunned by the family of nobles he had served all his life, Y/N's life had no meaning. He had been stripped of his purpose, his rank, and honor. Banished by his family, he disappeared into the night as a ronin, cursed to wander the earth as a shadow of his former glory. A memory of a past world. As time flowed forward, an anomaly was created. One who had not passed on, one who was eaten alive by his guilt and remorse. In his misery, he collected himself and began to meditate. His eyes did not open from that moment forward. The years passed, and the world eventually forgot the existence of the Samurai. They moved on, advancing in technology and intellect. Japan became a metropolis, filled to the brim with life and peace. Or so it said. Aiko Yamagishi sprinted through the alleyways of Chiba. She slipped into the shadows, desperately trying to avoid her pursuers. The voices behind her were growing louder. shuffling into a construction site, Aiko sinks into the darkness, trying to keep herself as discrete as possible. Aiko slips further into the shadows, avoiding the flashlights. She notices a small crater in the ground. She steps on it and falls through. Landing on her rear, she lets out a yelp of pain and clamps her hand over her mouth, suddenly realizing her blunder. She turns around, to face a man kneeling in seiza, his eyes closed. "What-" She can barely get out before the man starts to stir. His eyes open and meet hers.

Villain Izuku AU Abandoned by his mother, bullied relentlessly, betrayed by his "friends," and denied by his idol, Izuku loses all hope and gives in to the darkness. Embraces it. Welcomes the hatred that had been growing inside him. He unleashes his fury on the society that had wronged him and sets out on an adventure full of blood, destruction, and a SHIT ton of broken bones. (None of these characters are mine. I only own the plot. Go support Kohei Horikoshi.)

The last thing Ajax remembers before he woke up was that the fold weapon was in the hands of the Apex predators. The Resistance had failed. Prying himself from the steaming internal mechanisms of his titan, he opens the chassis, to see the light of day. He looks around and notices that he is in a forest. Stepping out, he stretches his legs. He snaps his head around to his titan when he hears it booting up. "SYSTEMS CRITICAL, MALFUNCTION DETECTED. REBOOTING PROCESSORS." "You're still alive... You are one hell of a Tank, you know that?" Ajax smiles under his helmet. "PILOT AJAX, I AM RX-9190, A LEGION-CLASS TITAN, OPERATING UNDER THE SRS MILITIA. I AM NOT A TANK, PILOT. NEURAL SCANS COMPLETE. YOU HAVE A MILD CONCUSSION, PILOT. ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" "I'm fine. We do need to work on your metaphorical skills though..."

After the Harran Virus tore through the city, killing everything and spreading the infections faster than anyone could have imagined, Y/n L/n watched as a horde of the shambling undead broke down his house's door and attacked his parents, tearing through them like a knife through hot butter. The scent of death and decay was weighing down on Y/n like a brick wall had fallen on him. He listened in horror as his parents' screams died down, replaced by the gut-wrenching, stomach-churning sound of the zombies ripping the flesh from their bodies and devouring them. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, Y/N?! RUN! FIND YOUR SISTER AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!" His father gurgles out a final time before a zombie rips his throat out. Y/n's head whips to the stairs and his body immediately moves into action. He sprinted up the steps, threw open his sister's door, and shouted. "S/n! Where are you?!" To his horror, the room was empty. "Oh, god." He walked over to the window, staring out at the desolate city before his eyes. Black plumes of smoke rose from the buildings, the screams of agony and fear echoed throughout the city. As the groaning of the undead began to grow louder, your panic grows. Quickly moving, y/n slides open the window to his sister's room and clambers out into the dangerous, undead world.

(Takes place after the Events of Doom Eternal, so if you haven't played the game, or seen a complete playthrough, I strongly recommend you do. I'm also unsure of ships at this point if I include them at all. I mean, eons-old demon-killing machine + teenage girls. It doesn't seem too promising as of right now. If I change my mind, I'll let you all know.) It was over. The Khan Makyr was dead, the Icon of Sin defeated, and the Hell invasion of Earth was stopped. As William Blazkowicz returned to his fortress, he set down his weapons, wondering what purpose he had. Suddenly, VEGA detects a foreign signature back on Earth. Returning to the surface, The Slayer comes across a curious creature. A black body with jagged, bone-like structures jutting out all over its body. Feasting on the corpse of an Imp. The slayer watches, as the creature notices his presence, and begins to growl at him. It leaps through a portal and disappears. The slayer follows in its wake and comes out in a strange land.

Izuku couldn't believe it. The little green thing had taken his older sister down in seconds. The mercy she had shown it was betrayed, and now, he stood, watching in silence as the filthy thing killed her, and defiled her. He did nothing because he Could do nothing. It was the most painful thing he had ever experienced. on that starry night, he made a pact. A pact to kill EVERY. SINGLE. GOBLIN that he comes across. wether it begs or not is completely out of the question. No hesitation, No attachments. Time to hunt some goblins.

(Crossover between John Wick and My hero Academia) After losing his mother to a careless hero's actions, Izuku was sent to an orphanage, where he stayed for years. One day, a man, in all black entered the Orphanage. The Baba Yaga had lost his wife. His dog. the same loss that he had experienced, he saw it in Izuku's eyes. "I'll train you. You said you wanted to be a hero, right? Learn to protect. Learn not to show mercy to those unworthy of it. Make sure that no one else has to go through the same pain that you did." (There will be lemons) *You're welcome.*