|Demon of Deadmen
Author: Agurra of the Darkness PM
Deadman Wonderland is a Hell on earth filled with the vilest of criminals. Yet hidden in its darkest depths exists something even more fierce, a creature that even the Deadmen themselves fear. See what happens as Ganta and his friends met the Demon of Deadman WonderlandRated: Fiction M - English - Horror/Adventure - Naruto U. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 14,291 - Reviews: 80 - Favs: 176 - Follows: 177 - Updated: 06-16-13 - Published: 06-06-12 - id: 8191498
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Hey everyone, here's that other story idea I was thinking of, a Naruto x Deadman Wonderland crossover. Admittedly there haven't been many of this type and personally I felt that with a bit of tweaking it could easily be done. Granted I'm not saying this will be easy to do and I'm making this as a prototype both to see what you guys think of it as well as to hopefully inspire other writers to try it as well. Anyway I'll try to update my other stories at some point though its hard to find the time. I will try so don't worry, however, until then sit back and enjoy the carnage as I expect this to be one of my more darker stories.
Disclaimer: Agurra of the Darkness does not own Naruto or Deadman's Wonderland in any way.
-Demon of Deadman-
(Scene, pure dark room)
"He's taking longer than usual to let us out into the sun. I thought the agreement was he'd let us out every few weeks if we promised to behave and keep a level head. Yet that depraved man child has again gone against his words. Suppose it shouldn't be too surprising."
"BULLSHIT, You know that sadistic Fuck is probably perched on his prissy pampered, pedophilic ass laughing it up at our expense. I say we rip ourselves out of here and personally impale that nut fuck on the highest peak."
"You know that isn't allowed. Despite the man's… less than desirable qualities he still holds all the cards that keep us in check. We can't simply do as we please, lest we suffer the consequences."
"ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"
The two voices rang throughout the dense blackness of the seemingly endless void. One voice that spoke with a dignified yet cold tone found in a war hardened general, holding calculating confidence and an eerie calmness matched by a sharp tongue. The other was vile and vulgar, exuding murderous intent with a hint of pure hatred. It raised the question of who said individuals were, where they were and why they were stuck together in nothing but darkness.
These questions only seemed to grow more numerous as a third voice entered the fray.
"Come on you guys, we need to ease up. I know its tough and things aren't going so well at the moment, but just think everything will work out in the end. We just need to keep patient and positive, soon we'll get what we want and finally be able to put this hellhole behind us for good."
This new voice was drastically different from the others. It was neither cold nor angry but pure and innocent, not unlike that of a young kindhearted child.
The third voice seemed to quell the two warring groups and all seemed well at least all things considered within the darkness. The groups were rather accustomed to the dimness, having spent countless months trapped without the slightest glimmer. Yet despite that it was at times pretty peaceful, even if it did lead to a few verbal wars. Of course their for lack of a better word Host had a rather infuriating tendency to appear when he wasn't wanted, including now as a large light seemed to erupt and pierce through the shadows.
The light for a moment illuminated movement within the darkness, only for it to pull back into the void out of sight.
Said screen quickly revealed the smiling face of an odd looking man dressed in a light green business suit with a fox like face consisting of narrow eyes and a narrow smirk. His hair was dark brown and strangely point up in a sort of Mohawk fashion similar to the backside of a bird.
Even though the man held a bright smile on his face, one could easily tell just by looking that it was nothing but a mask that held depths of insanity, sadism and emptiness found only in the deepest pits of hell itself. This seemingly guiltless looking man, surrounded by childlike toys was no innocent, it anything it was as if he we the devil himself.
The faces concealed in shadows all frowned at the man's smiling face, appearing as though he were mocking them in their bondage. Of course that didn't stop said individual from waving his arms out wide in a boisterous manner, as if greeting an old friend.
"Good morning to you my little caged birds, ah it's been so long since I've had the chance to look upon your smiling faces. Just seeing you fills me with absolute delight."
From his room the man in question despite not being able to visibly see his captives could literally feel them cringe at his eagerness, something that only furthered his sick enjoyment.
"Oh, there's no need to be so grumpy. After all today is a special time, when you get to stretch your wings and show the world your stuff. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
He paused for a moment, though he quickly heard a loud smashing sound in the room. Though he couldn't see what happened, the dust cloud and sound of breaking rocks pretty much made it evident the individuals bathed in shadows were obviously not in the best of moods. Ironically this little outburst only served to widen his demented grin.
"Well I'm glad to see you're all enthusiastic about today's festivities and if you need a little extra motivation keep in mind what's waiting for you when you finally manage to fulfill our little arrangement."
The sound of tightening fists could be heard within the darkness; a slight feeling of anxiety and hope resonated within the room.
Eager to start the fun, the stranger quickly brought the microphone of the cell to his mouth and spoke a single word.
"Vekst, Hræsvelgr."(Rise, Corpse Swallower)
For a single moment there was nothing but silence as if all had been muted. Though it only lasted for a second as sickening sounds of bones cracking and screams of a young child in agony resounding throughout the room.
The quiet observers smirk turned into a demonic grin, enjoying every agonizing sound as if listening to a classical symphony. His attention quickly focused on the screen as a small pale hand appeared through the light generated.
It seemed to be shaking and convulsing in all manner of ways, like an electrical current was being sent through it.
The observers eyes quickly narrowed in on the arm as several small cuts quickly started to form seemingly for no reason before massive amounts of blood began to leak out, forming several streaks and globs of blood similar to those in a lava lamp.
The possessed blood quickly started to cover the arm in a seemingly endless stream, forming layer upon layer of grotesque looking armor wrapped painfully around the limb. Small blades quickly formed where each of the cuts originally existed, hardening giving the blood an appearance of crimson steel. The metal like blood quickly spread to the fingers and quickly coated the digits till they came to reassemble massive claws found on reptilian beasts.
The limb continued to grow in size until it eventually pulled back into the darkness. Similar sounds were heard while the screams came to slowly resemble bestial roars.
Eventually the sounds culminated into a single massive roar that all but shook the room to its core. In the dusk a pair of pure blue eyes could be seen, devoid of any emotion but bloodlust and rage.
The observer was now rubbing his hands together in anticipation and excitement, his grin threatening to rip his face apart.
"Now the games can finally begin."
(Scene Change, Arena)
"WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO TODAYS MAIN EVENT. DEADMAN WONDERLAND IS PROUD TO PRESENT FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT THE FESTIVAL OF CARNAGE, CORPSE CARNIVAL!"
The voice resonated off the loudspeakers with an oddly precocious yet flamboyant tone, somehow actually managing to make an event with the word Corpse in the name sound like a fun event you'd take children to, if only that were the case.
Corpse Carnival was anything but an enjoyable event, reminiscent of the gladiatorial competitions of Ancient Rome; individuals were pitted against each other in one on one combat. Fighting each other with all manner of tactics and techniques where there was only rule, Staying Alive.
It was little more that human cockfighting, a spectacle only the most depraved of individuals would find enjoyment in. Thus it helped that the audience was mainly composed of high profile bigwigs with no empathy for anyone and nothing to do with their money than bet on people killing each other. Yet in particular many were even more excited than usual as they knew something particularly enjoyable would occur in today's festivities.
"NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADUE LETS INTRODUCE OUR COMBATANTS. FIRSTLY WE HAVE THE BEATIFUL AND DEADLY WIELDER OF THE LETHAL WHIPPING WING, HUMMERBIRD"
A bright stage light burst to life and quickly directed itself to the center of the arena, which was strangely reminiscent of a giant birdcage for some reason. Once more it was oddly decorated with numerous childlike colors including bright yellow, purple, red and green, there was even a giant bird that served as a loudspeaker perched on a small metal perch at the top of cage. Yet despite its seemingly harmless appearance if one looked close enough they'd be able to see all manner of dried bloodstains mixed in with the paint.
Though most found their eyes focused instead of the individual now entering the arena. Said individual was a teenage girl, roughly sixteen give or take of about average height with long shoulder length brown hair done into long ponytail braids. She was clad in a strange black and purple bodysuit, long leather gloves that went from her hands to her elbows and black boots.
At first glance one would feel a sense of worry for this seemingly innocent girl be placed into an obviously dangerous competition. Though were one to get a good enough look at her, then they'd see the depraved look in her eyes, those found only on the most violent of psychopaths.
The individual identified at Hummingbird merely let her eyes scan the area of the cage, obviously looking for her would be opponent while ignoring the boisterous applause of the audience
"It's been awhile since I last got to have some fun at the carnival. Here's hoping I get a real screamer. OH! Just thinking about those wonderful screams turns me on so much."
At her thoughts ran wild her depraved face only grew, showing both insanity as well as dare say sexual pleasure just from the thought of tormenting someone. It didn't take a psychologist to figure this girl was defiantly not right in the head.
However, were this any other carnival then the viewers would feel sorry for the poor bastard getting set against this insane harlot. Oh it was far from true, as the audience knew something big was going to happen, dare say earth shattering.
All the while this was going on, the bird haired individual from before was watching the festivities with depraved glee as he turned his attention to another screen containing a black, seemingly empty room. Yet he could hear the sounds of claws scraping against stone and metal along with the heavy breathing of something large, vicious and above all dangerous.
With a quick spin in his chair the man placed his hand directly over a large red button with the image of a cartoonish white skull in the center.
"Time for the games to begin, hope you're ready Hummingbird cause I think you'll be getting more than you bargained for."
He quickly pressed his finger down on the button causing it to light up and a sound to resonate through the office.
Back at the arena Hummingbird was getting impatient mainly due to the fact she had no idea who or even what she was gonna be fighting, a mistake she'd quickly come to regret.
She quickly turned to the screens of the audience hanging above the arena, "Hey hhat's the hold up you fucking pricks. I want to get going already."
Even though they didn't really care about her words the announcer decided to comply, "Well I suppose without further delay its time to show you the real reason you all came here, Tonight's special Corpse Carnival event."
Hummingbird's eyes narrowed in confusion at the mention of the so-called special event, "Just what the fuck are these guys on about."
"That's Right folks, tonight is the special event that only happens once every few months. Tonight you get a first hand glance at the legendary Demon of Deadman Wonderland. Introducing for your viewing pleasure, the most bloodthirsty beast said to have been pulled from the depths of hell itself, The devourer of corpses… Hræsvelgr.
Applause was heard from the screens surrounding the cage, Hummingbird however, found her eyes looking around in confusion, genuinely in the dark about this seemingly new opponent she'd never even heard about. Truth was despite being rather insane and uncaring Hummingbird had made it a point to at least memorize most of the codenames of the various opponents she'd have the possibility of facing in the corpse carnival for safety sake. However, the name Hræsvelgr was not one she was familiar with, hell she didn't even know what the flying fuck the name was supposed to mean. Once more the way the audience seemed to hype him up made it sound like he was something far different from any of the other psychos locked up in this hellhole.
Her neck quick shifted directions as she saw a large gate at the opposite end of the cage begin to open up. At first glance she didn't seem too worried simply readopting her normal sadistic smirk before swiftly reaching up to her ears, each of which contained a small blue dot earring. With a quick gripe she pulled hard on the small jewelry causing drops of blood to flow from her ears to her hair.
One would have looked upon the action as self-mutilation, either that or write the girl of as a sadomasochist… though that part could have been true regardless. Still it quickly began to make sense, as the blood in her hair slowly seemed to come to life and stretch out from her hair like silly putty, forming long crimson whips.
Despite being made of blood the whips moved and whipped around the girls body with incredible speed, actually leaving deep grooves and cut marks in the solid stone floor as if they were made of razor edged steel.
All the while Hummingbirds eyes slowly grew more and more insane as she await the gates to open fully so she could properly enjoy herself, "I don't care what stinking fuckwad comes out that door, so long as I get to have fun and cum who gives a flying fuck what he is. SO COME ON HRASE-VIAGRA or what ever the fuck your name is, Lets go."
The doors quickly opened fully to where Hummingbird actually noted that there was seemingly nothing inside causing her shoulders to slump in disappointment and her whips to slightly go limp. Though she quickly took note of a sound reminiscent of heavy breathing coming from the entrance.
At the sound she quickly grew a devious smile as her whips slowly start to weave around her body like snakes while she looked into the darkness, "Awe what's the matter, is the little pussy birdie scared of fighting a little girl. Ha too bad you limp dicked pussy, get your sorry ass out here so I can royally fuck you over."
At the sound of nothing changing Hummingbird merely shrugged her shoulders, "Alright if that's the way you want to play it." Her smirk went full on psycho, her mouth and eyes when darkly wide as her bloody whips started to move about a faster rate.
"GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO CLUSTER FUCK YOUR WORTHLESS ASS, DRAG YOU OUT AND THEN RIP YOUR DICK OFF BEFORE RIPPING OFF EVERY LAST PIECE OF SKIN."
With a single jerk both of her whips extended far out into the darkness at high speed, lashing and striking in every direction gradually forming a whirlwind of deadly crimson blades.
"Hummingbird begins with a vicious barrage of her Whipping Wing, ripping and tearing everything in sight. Looks like Hræsvelgr may be in for a serious fight this time around, perhaps he may even lose."
Hummingbird just took in all that was happening as her whips continued their assault. Despite not being able to see her enemy she should feel the vibration coming from the whips as they made contact with the enemy so she knew it was defiantly doing something. Yet strangely the feeling she was getting from each strike wasn't like the normal feeling of tearing flesh or splattering blood, if anything it almost felt like she was hitting pure iron.
She chose to pay it no mind and just continued the attack, completely blinded by her own psychotic pleasure, gradually becoming more enthralled with each strike.
However, her frenzy of attacks was brought to a halt a pair of pure blue eyes appeared within the darkness followed by a massive resounding roar that shook everything around. Hummingbird's whips suddenly stopped their assault as the roar not only shook the stadium but her as well.
She found her mind flashing back to the image of her as a younger girl in a small green house trapped under a bookshelf as the world around her shook in fury while she was helpless. During that time she also remembered feeling a dark presence deep down in the pit of her soul that brought her great dread.
That same feeling was here again, only this was far more bloodthirsty and brutal. It actually caused her crimson whips to pull back and almost lose their shape. Herself trembling in terror as she could hear the sounds of something very large moving in the cage.
The Brunette attempted to shake herself calm working to erase the image in her mind away, "Get a fucking grip on yourself, this isn't the time for sentimental bullshit. Time to get back to ripping this fool apart, whoever or whatever he is."
She quickly brought her whips back at the ready when in an instant she felt a sudden pain in her side.
Her eyes quickly drifted to her side, only to find her eyes widening at the sight of a massive chunk of flesh now missing, showing flesh and bones sticking out. The blood from her whips quickly grew slack as they lost their shape, spattering across the flood along with the liquid crimson slowly leaking from her massive injury.
"What the hell?" was all she managed before falling on her back, hitting the ground with a resounding thud, the pain from the fall amplified by the serious wound no inflicted upon her. At first however, she didn't react to the pain, the sheer speed at which the injury had been inflicted happened to quickly for her own brain to register.
Though that sensation didn't last too long as the pain quickly hit her with the force of a ten-ton train. The once psychotic girl now found herself clutching her side in absolute agony trying to keep the blood from leaking out any further, doing her best to fight back the tears threatening to pour from her eyes.
All the while this was happened the audience were looking from their respective screens with looks of excitement, mirth and in very rare cases disgust. Regardless the majority seemed quiet taken with the sight, though it was evident to all except Hummingbird that things weren't over quite yet. Something she'd learn all too quickly as those audience watched a rather large and demonic shadow close in on the injured girl.
Meanwhile the brown haired psycho girl managed to get herself seated up, cringing in pain at the wound. "Fucking damnit, this hurts like a bitch. Gotta stop the bleeding before I clock out, no way I'm dying like some little punk ass."
Her vision focused on the wound as she quickly worked to have her whip like blood wrap itself tightly around the wound like bandages. Despite her ability's hostile nature, it still had uses outside of ripping people apart. Once the wound was wrapped up enough she slowly worked to get herself up with a slight struggle. Her eyes quickly growing in fury at being blindsided and obviously wanting to inflict serious bodily harm on whoever struck her.
"The second I find the twisted shit faced prick who tore a chunk out of me I'm going to personally shave every last layer of skin off his dick and ass before…."
She quickly paused mid rate as she heard a familiar deep breathing sound emanating from behind her carried by an oppressive aura of death. Sweat actually began to form on the back of her neck for some reason and her body began to spontaneously shake in fear.
Reacting quickly the psychotic girl turned around to face her opponent with her whips out, "EAT THIS FUCKWAD"
The crimson whips lashed out of the unseen adversary and seemed to make contact, only for them to freeze once Hummingbird got a good look at exactly what she was fighting. Her eyes became the size of saucers, sweat started pouring down her body in waves and one could dare even say she might have wet herself a little. Then again the site before her could only merit such a reaction.
"What the… what… WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
The whips in her hair became sporadic, lashing out of the beast before her yet clearly doing no damage, the creature swatting them of like mosquito bites. Yet they didn't give up the attack first and kept striking. The creature quickly became annoyed and with a single slash the bloody weapons were all over the walls.
Hummingbird found herself gradually reeling back with each failed attack until she was now trapped against the wall, her whips now useless. The beast she'd been attempting to subdue now closing in on her, towering over her small frame while its shadow washed over the girl.
Hummingbird's once confident eyes now leaking out tears in streams and sweating going down her brow, her whole body shaking. The beast looked upon her with its massive blue eyes for a moment before it unleashed a massive roar that once again shook the stadium before fully opening its massive maw and moving in for the kill.
(Scene Change, Tamaki's Office)
From his office, the secret viewer of the fight watched the carnage from his office with glee, listing to the sounds of Hummingbird's terrified screams with unfaltering joy and excitement.
"Huh, tonight's match certainly drew in quite a crowd. I keep forgetting just how much people enjoy seeing him released. If he weren't so violent with his opponents I'd let him out more often. Oh well, at least he serves as a constant reminder to everyone who's in charge here."
He then quickly turned off the screen before walking over the curtains of his office, quickly pulling them back to reveal the massive and seemingly harmless amusement park section of Deadman Wonderland, a place that while seeming fun on the outside was purely rotten to its core. Something this man, Tamaki the warden took unprecedented delight in.
His eyes slowly drifted from the windows back to his screen as his snake like smirk grew.
"Now they know to fear the Demon of Deadman Wonderland."
-Demon of Deadmen End-
Okay folks that's Demon of Deadmen my Naruto x Deadman Wonderland crossover. I know it might not be perfect but it's a work in progress and not a common crossover hence why I wanted to go along with it. This story will be different from typical crossovers in that Naruto isn't gonna be a ninja in this story and that there will be some info introduced over time though it will take awhile t get to that. Lets just say for now, Tamaki the Warden has Naruto by the reigns and is serving as his little well guard dog so to speak. Though there's plenty more to the story that than, particularly if you were paying attention then you'd notice something off about the other's locked in the cell. I'll leave you to figure out the rest.
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Hræsvelgr- Essentially this is a giant mythical Eagle in Norse mythology, granted there isn't a lot else concerning the myth however, all the Deadmen have bird themed names and given Naruto's unique nature giving him the name of a legendary mythical bird seemed appropriate, especially since its name means Corpse Swallower in English referring to what it does to the so called Deadmen. Just figured it made sense and was kind of cool.
Until my next update, Agurra is out.