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After the first round of his reincarnation didn't quite work out, Alcatraz cut a deal with the gods and was sent into another universe, this time in the body of an unknown hero. Having kept his abilities from his original reincarnation and having grown even stronger, how will he face off against this danger filled world when all he wants is to be left alone?
Falconia, the capital of the new world.
Its lively citizens and bustling city's were no more. Everyone was gone. Everything was gone. There wasn't a man, woman, or child left behind.
The vibrant, beautiful city had been reduced to nothing but smoldering ash, a massive crater where it had previously stood.
And one man stood at the center of it all.
His figure was imposing. He was tall and muscular, but his visage was anything but human.
Strange tattoos littered his body and face. His short black hair was lazily slicked back. Four arms, each hand holding a different weapon. His eyes, four in number, glowed a bright menacing red.
"It's finally over..." He muttered underneath his breath, his lungs releasing a large breath that he didn't know he was holding.
His eyes closed softly, his head turned towards the sky and he basked in the warmth surrounding him.
"Blessed silence..."
His goal had finally been achieved.
Everyone was dead. Not just in Falconia, but everywhere else in the world as well.
There was no one left.
"I see you've been busy." A familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind the man.
A portal has suddenly appeared behind the slaughterer, and from the portal a man stepped out.
The man had pale white skin, his eyes were blue, but not a normal blue. His were ethereal in a way, cosmic. His hair was long and slicked back, colored in the darkest of black.
"Haven't you, Alcatraz?" The man asks, looking towards the four-armed man with a stern expression.
The four-armed man, now known as Alcatraz, turned his gaze towards the man behind him, a blank and uncaring expression on his face.
"I haven't gone by that name in... years..." Alcatraz said before turning his entire body towards the man behind him. "I see you got my message."
"Kind of hard to miss." The man says, taking a look at all the devastation that was around him. "More fire and brimstone than how I would've done it, but I can't deny that it's effective."
"Not as if I had another option available." Alcatraz says, his voice now holding a certain edge to it.
"You could've not committed genocide and allowed the world to continue on as planned." The man says, staring at Alcatraz with a pointed look. "Do you have any idea how much paperwork it's going to take to explain this?"
"Not my problem." Alcatraz responds.
"So why should I make you mine?" The man asks, his stern look returning and his brow raised.
"I want out." Alcatraz tells the man.
"Out?" The man asks.
"Don't play dumb with me, Astral." Alcatraz says as he narrows his eyes. "I want out of this world."
Astral looks at Alcatraz with an amused expression, looking off in the distance as he started to pace back and forth.
"And why should I take you out?" Astral asks.
"Because I'm asking nicely." Alcatraz says as all four of his hands tighten into fists.
Astral sees this and chuckles, "You know that won't do anything."
"I know." Alcatraz nods.
"And you're still gonna try it anyway?" Astral asks.
Alcatraz doesn't respond, but he didn't need to. Astral already knew just how desperate he was to leave this world.
Decades ago, Astral had reincarnated Alcatraz into the world of Berserk.
It wasn't something that he did deliberately, it was a world that had been chosen for the mortal at random. It was how all reincarnations were done previously. Even though he had reservations about it, there was nothing he could do.
After all, it was his duty as a God of Reincarnation to do so, he didn't make the rules. But he did offer him three wishes to make his new life more... tolerable...
But even then, Alcatraz refused to go.
It was understandable, of course.
Alcatraz couldn't wish for anything that broke the scale or story of the universe he was being sent into, so he was uninterested in the whole premise.
It wasn't until Astral's boss, the God of gods, had appeared and offered the abilities of Ryomen Sukuna that Alcatraz had finally caved. Even then, the mortal still didn't like it.
After the situation had been rectified, Astral believed that to be the end of all the problems that particular mortal could bring him. Oh, how wrong he was...
This mortal was much more stubborn than he thought.
The moment he opened his eyes, Alcatraz was concocting a plan to get the god's attention. The plan was simple. Cause as much death, destruction, and suffering as possible.
He joined the Band of the Falcon and gained the trust of everyone. Griffith, Guts, Casca...
They all thought of him as an ally.
A friend.
Even a brother.
But during the Eclipse, their so-called brother had betrayed them. He took over Griffith's body and killed all the other members but two, Guts and Casca.
He tortured them for weeks.
Casca physically, and Guts mentally.
He maimed Casca, cutting off all her appendages, gouging out her eyes, ripping out her hair. And he did it over and over again, using his Reverse Curse Technique to heal her back to her original state before torturing her again.
And once he broke her mind, he killed her.
All of this, right in front of Guts.
After that, he let Guts go. Letting his "brother" out of his shackles and free to explore the world so that he could get stronger. So that he could push himself more and more into the vessel that he wanted.
And as he waited, he slowly chipped away at Griffith, who was still buried deep within the confines of his own mind.
That alone was enough to grab the attention of Astral, but he wondered just how far he was willing to go for an audience, so he stayed his hand.
It wasn't until when Alcatraz took over Guts and pointed himself towards the entire world that Astral knew that he was willing to do anything and everything to claw his way out of Berserk.
"You have guts, I'll give you that." Astral smirked as he looked up and down at "Alcatraz's" body. "No pun intended."
Alcatraz didn't bother giving him a reply.
"Let's say I do accept your request to relocate you, and it is a request, you don't get to demand anything." Astral said as he furrowed his eyebrows at the annoying little mortal in front of him. "Where would you like to go?"
"Anywhere but here." Alcatraz replied.
"With that answer, I could just plop you into a universe even worse than this one. You wouldn't like getting sent to Warhammer, would you?" Astral said with a cheeky grin before his face turned serious. "But I'm not cruel. Even though I should be for all the headaches you've given me."
Alcatraz's eyes narrowed at the god.
"Does that mean you'll do it?" He asked.
"Maybe." Astral shrugged before a smirk lit up his face. "But I want something in return."
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"Just what have you all been up to the past month?" Ryomen Sukuna asked as he crossed his top arms across his body and cracks his knuckles on the bottom half.
"Hard work and determination." Yuji Itadori responds as he wiped some blood off his face.
"We cheated." Yuta Okkotsu replied at the same moment, causing them the both of them a moment of awkwardness.
""Oh...""
As the two sorcerers were about to charge towards the King of Curses, a large wave of Curse Energy suddenly engulfed the area, causing all of their eyes to widen.
Before any of them react, a hand suddenly ripped through Sukuna's body, causing the Imaginary Demon to cough out a large amount of blood.
Looking behind him, Sukuna caught sight of a man with slicked back black hair, his image looking almost identical to Megumi Fushiguro. Well, before he had reverted back to his original form.
"Who are you?" Asked the King of Curses, seemingly unfazed by the hand going through his chest.
"Megumi...?" Yuji whispered, his eyes widening at the sight of the man who had just joined the fray.
"No..." Yuta replied softly, his eyes narrowing at the man. "But the resemblance is disturbingly similar."
"Don't worry about it." The man replied. "I'm only a faker."
