Berserk Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Hollow Brand ❯ The Death Of The Black Swordsman ( Prologue )

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Death Of The Black Swordsman

 

"Griffith!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I swung down my sword at his head.

He easily brushed it away... Bastard He'll pay for what he's done. "A sacrifice should know his role and not be a nuisance to the Gods that gave him the honor of the role."

Griffith said it so casually with that arrogant look on his face, like he's belittling me like I'm some insect to him. "Don't look down on me you fucking prick! Yeah, I may only be human, but you were once too. We trusted you Griffith, we had hopes and dreams. Were we that expendable in your eyes? Did you forget Pippin, Judeau, and Corkus you son of a bitch! They were your allies!"

Blood was gushing out of my neck. I was starting to feel weak. No! I can't die yet. I have to kill him.

"Friends and sentiments of the such mean nothing to me, a god does not require such trivial things," Griffith said as he easily evaded my Dragon Slayer.

"I'll make you see…make you see what a human can do, what I can do if pushed far enough, I'll make you feel, feel the pain of all those lost, of all those that trusted you, of all those that put their hopes, dreams, joys, and sorrows in you. I'll make sure you become familiar with fear, I'll make sure I bury you with this armor and with the sword, and for what you did to Caska, I WILL KILL YOU GRIFFITH!"

I activated the Berserker Armor. It was excruciatingly painful, but the only thing that at least got me a little closer to being on even grounds with him. I swung down my right hand with all of my might to see Griffith block it with his wing.

"You're nothing more that a beast to me I've got in my grasp," Griffith smirked. That's okay if he's cocky because then I'll show him what it means to feel desperate and mortal. I let out a wicked laugh as I was struggling to keep my sanity.

"Who's got who now?" I chuckled.

I got in close enough to uppercut him in the stomach, it may not hurt him but it's good enough to get him to rear back a little bit. That's all I needed, just enough space to pull the metal hand down. I fired the cannon, point blank into his gut. He flew back and was shaking from it. With a manical grin on my face, I laughed. "HA! And here I thought Gods could take a hit! What's the matter Griffith? Did I hurt you? I thought you were all omnipotent."

When Griffith heard these words, I saw something. His eyes. They showed signs of rage. Not because of the hit but because I made him feel vulnerable for just a second there. He wasn't some punk ass god who was all powerful... He was human.

He stood up and just looked at me the same way he used to with those insecure eyes. I challenged his stare and looked back at him to send him a clear message that I wasn't going to take this bullshit. I'm much stronger than this prick. "Just like old times. Alright then, let's do this Griffith."

I took my stance and shifted my weight. "I'm bleeding kinda bad cause of this fuckin' thing on my neck so I'm gonna have to kill you quickly. So how bout it Griffith? Let's finish this in one blow."

Before I could even react, Griffith flew towards me and pierced right through the armor and into my heart. I just stood there motionless feeling those claws just shearing through my still beating heart. Blood spurted and pooled out from my chest. I coughed and sputtered up the metallic taste of blood from my and could hardly breath.

"There is no challenge There is no duel. I am Femto, your God. Not this Griffith. I was never your friend. Embrace your role as the pawn you have always been and die like you should have years ago..." He withdrew his claws from my chest and felt my heart shredded away. It was such unbelievable pain that cannot be comprehended but I understood what had just happened.

 

No!

 

…this can't end like this...

 

…he needs to die...

 

…he must die...

 

…I can't lose...

 

…The armor won't even respond anymore…This can't be the end!

 

...I want to live!

 

…I want to kill him!

 

…I want to...

 

...Avenge her.

 

"NOOOOO!!"

 

I screamed with my arm clenching at the sky. It felt like I was waking from what seemed like a dream. I felt lighter than air. What happened? Was everything just a dream? I couldn't feel any of my scars or that cursed brand on my neck. I glanced down to inspect my body and was in shock at what I saw. My arm was back! How the hell was this possible? I felt my neck and the brand was gone and I realized my right eye was back. What happened? Did I get a second chance at life? If I'm around; Caska and the others have got to be alive…

 

 

 

I looked around at my surroundings. Everything seemed so hazy. Like it was real, but at the same time a dream. All my armor was on me, but I felt like I was wearing nothing at all. I looked down and saw a sword… It wasn't like anything I'd ever seen before, not anything like the swords in Midland or all of Chuda. It had a narrow and curved blade like a saber, but the handle was a lot longer, like it was meant for two hands. I picked it up and continued walking. It may not be my sword, but if I get attacked, I don't plan on dying again. I got a new chance at every thing. I'm going to search this world until I find my old friend again… I can't wait for our reunion. I started smiling almost with a vicious growl. I drew the sword and inspected it closely.

"Looks like I'll have to get rid of you as soon as I find a good blacksmith…I doubt you could hold up to any abuse." I said to myself as I swung at a tree that was nearby. The sword sliced this thick tree in half, a clean cut. The tree didn't even splinter or break, it just slid in half as though it was never connected. "Well, looks like you're worth keeping after all, but something just feels kind of familiar about you though."

"What am I thinking talking to a sword like it's a comrade or companion?" I thought.

"Well either way, I'm gonna keep you, just don't give out on me okay?" I said. I guess I really had lost my mind back there but something just seemed kind of calming as I talked to it, like it knew what I was thinking and how I felt when I held it. Worse comes to worse I at least have something to talk to. I was never really known for getting along with people.

 

I finally managed to fix the loop in the back of my armor to fit my new sword into. It was so light, but it was so sharp that it made up for it. It was almost like it was meant not just for cutting through a body, but even deeper in a way.

"Get ready Griffith. I'm coming for you," I said with a savage grin. I'm not done yet. I figured this new sword would be quite fun to test on those God Hand Bastards.

 

 

 

I had traveled over a hundred miles in the few months I felt. Time felt endless here. Hunger did not bother me. Not even thirst. I felt this evil presence at all times of the day. It was a presence that felt almost similar to my own.

People seemed to ignore me, no matter how much I yelled at them when something strange finally happened. I tried grabbing a man who was ignoring me, but my hand slipped right through. "What the hell?" I muttered.

"You haven't been dead for very long, have you young man?" I heard an old woman say to me.

"So you can see me then?" I said.

"Of course I can. I can hear you a little too well also, young man. I take it you haven't realized your death up until now, have you?" she asked politely.

"None of your business what I am or how I got to be this way! Do you know anything about the God Hand or Femto?" I demanded. I don't like being asked questions. Especially not weird ones such as these. I was going to do the asking, not this old woman.

"Oh my, you are a rather rude one you know, but I suppose I should cut you some slack, seeing as how you're dead and all. Come with me, we'll discuss what you need to know back at my home," the woman said over her shoulder while walking away from me.

I grumbled to myself. I hate taking orders, especially from someone as ancient as this woman, but if she had information that might lead me to Griffith it didn't matter. The village seemed pretty beat up, I guess they had seen their fair share of bandits and raiders.

We finally arrived at her home...or should I say hut. It was such a worthless little shack I doubt a homeless person would use it as a shelter. "Now young man would you mind telling me what you're doing with that sword," she asked in a very serious voice.

"This was just laying next to me when I woke up." I said to her.

"Well young man, normal people don't just come across those kinds of swords. I take it you probably have a very high reiatsu," she spoke softly and in a very serious tone before continuing. "Only those with a very high reiatsu can produce a sword like that, they were made to combat ghosts that had gone astray from the path that they once walked."

"Ghosts?" I asked.

"Hollows to be correct, they don't really live in this world, they just come here to feast on human souls. Most humans don't even see them. Only a few things can hurt them: that sword you got there; those with a very high reiatsu within themselves; and another hollow to be correct. Humans unfortunately don't have enough strength to fight them, let alone see them," she told me with complete and total seriousness in her eyes and voice.

"Where do these things come from anyways?" I asked

"Hueco Mundo, that's where all of them live." She said with a bitterness in her words.

"There's something I've been wondering also old lady. Since you know so much about spirits and demons... What do you know about the God Hand?" I asked while staring at her hard.

"The God Hand young man, are actually the highest form of evolution for a hollow. They evolve by eating one another. They even speed up the evolution by doing a ritual using a behelit. People are sacrificed and hollows feast and merge together around a single being with an exceptionally high reiatsu until a Vasto Lorde is made. They rule Hueco Mondo and use humans with high enough reiatsu in the human world to provide their lower ranking hollows with food." She spoke with a sad look in her eyes. She must have lost someone important because of them... But that wasn't my concern. All that mattered was making sure the God Hand died by my hands and suffered long before they took their last breath.

All of a sudden I felt this deep pain in my chest as I started to fall clutching at my breastplate. "What's wrong young man? Let me check and make sure you're all right," she said while reaching for my chest.

"Don't Touch Me!" I yelled while staring her in the eye. “Look, if you're in pain, maybe I can help you. Now please will you let me see what's wrong?” she asked gently. I started slowly removing my breastplate and lifting up my shirt to reveal a eaten chain that only had a few links left.

"What is this?! Why are these things eating themselves and why does it hurt so damn much? Feels like they're eating away at me!" I asked in pain and anger.

"That isn't good young man…I've never seen anyone with a Zanpaktu and still have a soul chain attached. It means when it has finally eaten itself, you will grow a hole where your heart once was and begin eating souls to fill it," she said with a sad expression.

"What? So I'm just going to become one of those demons anyways? Why is this happening to me?" I asked.

Suddenly a huge surge shook the little hut and disturbed our conversation.

"What the hell is that?" I whispered.

"They've come to feast on my village again," she spoke frantically with her eyes wide open.

"If you're just gonna act scared and pathetic like this then you deserve to be eaten. If these things serve the God Hand then I might as well let Griffith know I'm still alive and kicking, wouldn't want him to forget about me," I said while pulling the sword out and getting ready. It was significantly smaller that the one I was used to, but it'd have to do.

 

 

 

I rushed out of the hut with the sword in hand when I saw what looked like a giant, black insect with a white mask one.

"Where's the God Hand?" I asked with my teeth bared and tightly clinched.

"The God Hand? You disgusting, wretched human! A lowly spirit has no right asking about them," The hollow spoke with disgust towards me.

"What are you gonna do about it you god damn freak?" I screamed while getting my sword ready for his assault. I felt this deep anger welling up inside of me along with this intense heat flaring out of my very skin until it felt like the whole earth was going to burn. It felt damn good, like I could crush this monster with my bare hands if I wanted to.

"What kind of ghost are you? How can you have a reiatsu this strong?How can you have a sword like that? What the hell are you?" it screamed, while stepping back and bringing its claw to slash at me to get me to back away.

I blocked it with the sword casually…this thing hits weak as hell, I thought to myself while starting to bare my teeth.

"It doesn't matter who I am or what I am," I said. "I'm your enemy and I'm going to kill you. Then I'm going to Hueco Mondo and I'm going to kill every last living thing there. I don't give a damn what it is, it's dying, but you're first."

"I'll eat you first before that happens!" the creature said while swinging those bladed arms right at me. I casually brushed them away with my sword and smiled. Guess I was actually starting to have some fun, since I wasn't struggling like I expected to. I wish I had had this kind of strength back before Griffith killed me, but hell, he helped me get like this. So I guess I've got to thank him in person. The hollow's attacks were getting more frantic and wild, just like an animal when it realizes it's going to die. I saw the bladed arm swinging down at me when I swung the sword up and felt it slide all the through until the limb fell off in one motion. It started forming some weird portal behind it when it screamed in pain.

"You bastard!" while swinging it's other two arms at me.

I couldn't dodge something like that, I wasn't fast enough. I tried jumping forward to at least give it mutual damage, but my feet launched me off the ground like a cannon. I'd never expected to move like that. I hurtled towards him with a kind of speed I couldn't comprehend, I barely was able to lift my sword up in time as I stabbed it through it's skull and slipped back through the portal with him.

 

 

 

I pulled my sword out of it's head while looking around. The place I had landed in was in total night. Was this Hueco Mondo? The only light that had been here was just the moon. The place seemed almost familiar, it felt like the sacrifice was happening all over again as I looked around this place. I started grabbing hold of my head as I fell to my knees screaming when I started to feel my chest explode with pain. My chains were eating the final part of themselves until it dropped off completely. The hole that old woman talked about was forming! My face was becoming covered with a white mask as I felt this power and hunger well up inside of me. I looked down at a pool of water that mirrored the mask on my face. I had transformed into one of them…I had to find a way to break free from this and find the God Hand, but if the lady was right in what she told me, I could become stronger like this. If the God Hand are Vasto Lordes then I'm going to have to evolve if I'm going to stand a chance. I felt the emptiness in my chest begin to crave for something to fill it. I picked up my sword “Well looks like we gotta hunt for our food here. I'll keep you around since they seem to be scared by you. Don't worry I'm sure we'll grow to become acquainted by the time this is all over, hell I might even name you. My last sword was called dragon slayer, you seem like you deserve a name too if you're going to be my only companion here. Maybe you just might get one if we can survive this place long enough…”

 

With that moment forth I vowed I wouldn't devour a single human, only these demons to obtain the power I wanted and that I would always keep my convictions as I wandered off into the endless desert. I'd eat and I'd evolve. I would become the devil if that's what it took, but no more innocent sacrifices…