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My name is *Satire Alexander Rise* right now I'm on my knees crying from joy with a all too familiar city Infront of me.
Just from a glance I know what that city is. The scene reminded me alot about my past...
Where to start? Hmm oh how about the day I became obsessed with strength and a special pink haired boy.
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Satire lived in a orphan house when he was a kid.
Others would think him to be saddened alone without parents. While true he felt pride about his mother and fathers death. Because of them the world is at peace billions were saved.
If not for his special asking many would be willing to Atleast take him in. But Satire was not that type of person he wished to live life as any other. Infact it was his very dream to save the world like his parents. Sadly or not the chances of that happening again are slim to none.
His parents sacrificed themselves stoping an asteroid from destroying earth. When all was lost the world thought this was the end the rest of the crew already left drifting off to void. vasuki stayed with his wife. Luckily they knew what to do.
Right before the massive chunk of space rock hit earth.
BOOM!
An explosion forever unheard of due to the vacuum of space echoed. Half the world saw the explosion.
Many laughed, cried and partied in celebration. Unaware a family was sacrificed for all of there's.
Later when the world came to know of their actions people nearly demanded to reward them.
Not even a couple days later their was an announcement from world leaders that October 11 will be celebrated as *earths rise* in honor of the family that died.
Satire was 7 at that time 8 years past sense then
Now 15 fairly handsome with sharp black hair and black eyes complimented by his grey suit.
He smiled Infront of the mirror in preparation for school.
Due to living in new York he had to walk to school. He didn't care about this rather he enjoyed it. Every time he saw someone it reminded him who his farther and mother was. Each person alive was because of them.
In a good mood he decided to listen to music. If people who knew him saw this they would say he look like he's happy. Satire tried his best to use little to no electronics over the years for no other reason but to be more healthy.
Thinking of this his stomach growled. looking for something to eat he glanced at his surroundings he saw a hot dog stall next to an ally way. Hungry he unplugged his ear buds and walked to the back of the line.
A few minutes pass he's now closer to the ally.
His mind that was distracted by food took a 180 he could hear the muffled sounds of someone. Confused as to why nobody went to Atleast check it out he tapped the man Infront of him.
" Do you know what's happening in that alley? why's no one doing anything??" Said satire worried
someone's in trouble.
The grown man he just tapped turned around he was fat bald maybe even slightly ugly.
He said a bit annoyed:" Kid just ignore the alley way it's none of our business." After he said that he just ignored him.
"Ughhh I'll do it myself" his great mood ruined he ran to the ally ignoring the angry shouts from the fat man.
As soon as he past the corner the muffled noises revealed themselves.
What he saw left him in shock. His world view flipped instantly.
Infront of him stood two people both male huddled around the third half naked. He was pissed and confused how could anyone ever do that to their fellow human?
Yes right Infront of satire two people were raping a person and from the looks of it a guy too.
Screaming in pain the girly man with pink hair pleaded for help.
Satires eyes locked with the man. when he saw those eyes he became furious with not even another thought he dashed towards them.
He kicked the man closest in the crouch because it was unexpected he dropped to the ground dead. Now closer to the boy he saw how mest up he was. Just as he was about to push the guy inside the man away.
BANG!!
Blood
The eyes that once held pure life were gone left only with a mingled face and dirty body.
Satire felt pain and rage he never knew possible only to be amplified with a moan to his right. Unknown to him his eyes turned black and his body emited something like a black halo.
He punched the guys head as hard as he could.
Like a sniper round his fist went straight through the man's skull similar to a hammer through a watermelon. Instead of pain or joy only sadness was left he picked up the girly man's body walking out of the alley way.
When everyone saw him they wanted to shout killer but as if any movement was unallowed they were unable too do so.
Laying the body on the ground he dialed 911 After one last glance at the mans body he left. His head was in a mess he even wondered if he should have involved himself. He didn't save anyone all he did was kill.
Satire just went home not even bothered about school or worried about the consequences of what he just did infact if those two were still alive it would be the opposite.
Now laid down on his bed his thoughts went into a swirl drawn back to the image of those eyes. He can't remember ever seeing something so beautiful. His once calm emotions blazed afire to rage.
" Fuck.. How dare those piles of fleshy trash take such a person and in such a FUCKED UP WAY!!"
His thoughts went to the moment right before the shot was fired he saw the gun but he couldn't reach it by the time he did it was already to late.
His thoughts were interrupted by a ding sound on his phone. It was a message from his phone to try watching an anime.
He just smirked a little before he tapped the preview link.
Not thinking much he just watched the trailer trying to calm his mind...
Right when he was about to close his eyes he heard a voice. His heart sped up his body stiffened his mind a blur. Then he saw the owner of the voice on the screen.
He cried in joy those eyes pure in everyway touched something within him as if lost to adulthood. If before he was barely even paying attention now every word was caught. He watched all of it but the part that connected to his very soul was when he heard him say.
"He believed in a failure of a hero like me"
Satire knew this was fake but he felt saddened by his sacrifice however unlike before his heart yearned.
His body was surrounded by a black light as he said :" THOSE EYES THAT STRENGTH I WANT THEM!!" with near obsession he went down stairs and asked to be adopted by someone anyone rich.
For the next 90 years in a near frenzy he searched for strength nothing was left alone martial arts occult magic even technology. He tempered his mind and body to the highest of degree.
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However no matter what he did. Almost like the laws of the universe didn't want him to condense himself from muscle to bones there was a certain limit. He tried to take inspiration from planetary Bodies and even had a little suscess. Yet again not even 20 years later there was a problem his soul. The last step to becoming strong he needed to connect his soul with his body doing this would allow his to forcefully condense his body further into it's very essence
Unfortunately this last step proved impossible for him. He still held hope that somehow he could see those eyes. but if he fuses his body with his soul then when his body dies he will.
When he reached the limit of a non soul body he was 45. Little needs to be said on how strong he is now that he's 90. He may not have broken the limit but as far as earths concerned he's a nuclear missile.
Sadly he could feel it his will was weak his strength declining. over the years he couldn't help but yarn for that person. But he subconsciously knew Atleast in this life it's impossible.
Another 90 years pass he was left alone on a bed only skin and bones. Don't let this sight decieve you though there's no human alive that could hurt even needles Still failed to perse him.
His black eyes looked at the ceiling in sadness and regret. Had he even been a tenth as strong then he could have saved that person. But now not only did his weakness cost a life it also cost his ambition.
With a tear.
He died the oldest man in the world a 185 year old man litterly a global anomaly.
His last thoughts before he died.:
" I'm sorry mother and father I have failed... Maybe in my next life I won't be so pitiful."
He closed his eyes for the last time in that world.
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He didn't know what to expect when he died but to think he would just wake up. It took a couple minutes to get his bearing. He clenched his fiss.
BOOM
" Yep it looks like my strength when I was in my prime is back.. But why? where is this?" Satire said not expecting to be answered
*You are JORMOUN this is your last renicarnation*
TO BE CONTINUED!
A/N ( Could I have done better? yes but I'm not here for perfection check out my other story strongest fighter for that... Anyway the next chapters will be longer. Oh and yep he's Op) Bye
(I don't know much about the fate series I've only ever watched 6 episodes of fate apocrya so if your expecting the mc to be put in the same storyline as that don't. Not only am I not Gunna follow the plot I'm changing the world itself. The only thing that will be kept the same will be the characters and the Grail war along with whatever I feel like.
items, city's, history etc..)
(I'm the type to thrive on freedom of writing so I won't limit my self. I hope you enjoy this fanfic)
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