Content Warning: Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice contains content that some readers might find disturbing, triggering or uncomfortable. This includes sexually explicit activities, strong language, hateful language and slurs, extreme violence, violence against children, vore, extreme racism, genocide, and a wide spectrum of grotesque or otherwise disturbing content. Reader discretion is advised.
Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice
Atrocity 14: The Battle of Black X White
Part 1: The Milky Rain
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 5:48 UTC – 15:48 LT
Location: 15 Kilometers Above Japan
Following their rapid ascent in Irvine, California, Jessie and Milky flew higher and higher into the sky until they were soaring past the clouds. They had entered a frigid domain well above the Earth’s surface where the air was so thin that no human could hope to survive. However, Jessie and Milky weren’t ‘humans,’ and didn’t need to worry about something as silly as air. Instead, they flew at profound speeds that balked in the face of what was possible, zooming across a 9,000 kilometer distance in a matter of minutes.
The planet passed them in a blur of ocean before finally reaching a solid speck of land as they slowed down. Tokyo lingered in their eyes for a few seconds as they decelerated before reaching their ultimate destination. The city of Nagoya. However, rather than descend, Jessie remained within the stratosphere and looked at Milky with a gentle smile.
Jessie: “Milky, if you look down, you’ll see Japan.”
Milky: “Whoa! …It looks so tiny from all the way up here! How do they fit a hundred million people in there?”
Jessie: “Let’s just say they use their space wisely. Now, I would love to bring you down there, but we need to act quickly.”
Milky: “Eh? But what can we do from up here? Are we going to drop stuff? Is this like dropping a penny from the top of a skyscraper?”
Jessie: “Not quite. We’re going to need to make it rain.”
Milky paused and looked at the surrounding clouds, already blackened by immense destruction plaguing the country below.
Milky: “The clouds look like they’re about to rain. They’re really dark.”
Jessie: “I’m not talking about the normal kind of rain. We need to summon the ‘Milky Rain’.”
Milky: “Eh? You’re going to make it rain me? Are you gonna make clones of me or something?”
Jessie: “No, no. But you need to make it happen. In order to save the world, we need to incapacitate the Whiterats. We cannot kill them all. It would require too much manpower and too many resources. But you can incapacitate them, make them tired and weak.”
Milky: “Huh. …How do I do that?”
Jessie: “You know how you made your Milky Milk earlier? Those orbs of milk? That was a power born from your imagination. If you believe in yourself, if you can picture it in your mind, you can form a cloud stretching across the entire world, showering every nation with Milky Milk. And as this Milky Milk falls down on Whiterats, they won’t be able to fight anymore.”
Milky: “…So I just need to picture a big cloud?”
Jessie: “Yes. The power of Ghost Milky lies within you and, if you so wish it, she will make your wish come true. I know it might seem a bit abstract, but I can tell you’re an imaginative girl and—”
The clouds beneath the floating woman and girl then began to shift and shake, expanding at a staggering pace. Clouds grew larger, appeared from nowhere, and, soon enough, the entire Earth below was cast in a dark gray mass of miniscule droplets of Milky Milk. Neither Jessie nor Milky could see what lurked beyond their vision, yet they could tell that these clouds expanded to every corner of the Earth, carrying with them what had to be over a billion cubic kilometers of Milky Milk. An amount of liquid so obscene that it defied any and all logic. An amount so extreme that… it was simply horrifying.
Milky: “Miss Jessie… I don’t… feel too good. I did what you said and I… I think I need to lie down for a while.”
Jessie: “…Holy shit. You… I think you really did it. Now, we just need for it to start raining and—”
Milky, looking dead tired, held out her free arm, raising it before gently bringing it down.
Milky: “That should… about… do it.”
In response to this feat, Milky let out a yawn before wrapping her arms around Jessie, burrowing her face into her chest. Jessie looked at the girl in her arms with a sigh before drifting her vision to the clouds. Smiling, she began flying downward, piercing through the clouds and coating herself in a layer of ice cold Milky Milk before falling to the ground as fast as any milky raindrop.
Two minutes after the Milky Rain began, it struck the surface and struck its very first Whiterat. One of the mindless Whiterats storming out of a sinkhole in Nagoya. It looked up to the sky, screeching in a mindless rage, when a drop of Milky Milk landed on its back. The Whiterat froze, feeling a tense, burning sensation across its spine… but also a loss of energy. It was as if its entire body skipped a beat, and as it tried to regain its momentum with its horde, it was then struck by another raindrop, then another, and another.
The Milky Rain had begun in earnest, and after a few dozen drops struck this Whiterat, it completely collapsed, its underbelly slapping against the ground. This one Whiterat was followed by another, then another, and soon hundreds of millions of Whiterats across the world. They all collapsed as this foreign fluid struck their bodies, leaving them bereft of power, unable to even walk, let alone hunt for prey. And as they laid there, their numbers stopped. The holes of the Earth became filled with the runoff of the Milky Milk. Those climbing lost their grip and fell into the burrows below, their bodies crashing into each other. Thousands of corpses lined the bottom of these sinkholes, so densely packed they became impenetrable walls of flesh and bone.
The Whiterats were vulnerable, their numbers stopped increasing, and in wake of this divine miracle, the remaining humans were determined to make the most of this gift. They were already in their awakened forms, and with their enemy finally restrained, they were determined to end this battle here and now.
It was at that moment, as the Milky Rain fell to this earth, that the final battle truly began.
Part 2: Accelerated Birth
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 5:55 UTC – 15:55 LT
Location: Nagoya, Chubu, Japan
Tomoko and Yasuke sat impatiently at the counter of the small restaurant Quintin had led them to. The sound of rainfall could be heard through the thin roof of the building, creating a perceptible yet calming clattering sound. With the windows sealed, they could only hope that their fellow countrymen were doing well in battle, toppling these invaders before they could destroy anything more. Yasuke looked out with a certain longing for battle, to defend what has become his home, while Tomoko’s eyes drifted to the wall clock. Quintin had promised to get her a meal that would cause her to go into labor in 20 minutes, and 19 had already passed.
Yasuke: “[Dear, if there is anything you need to—]”
Tomoko: “[I’ll be fine Yasuke. I wasn’t expecting to… give birth today. But a lot of unexpected things have happened. And if this will help save humanity, then I should be glad I had the privilege to play such a role. I just wanted to lead a normal life, to forget about everything that happened, but as—]”
As Tomoko mused over her situation, Quintin slapped the oven shut and slammed its contents onto the stovetop.
Quintin: “[And it’s done! Let me just slice her up, put her on a plate and… damn! Take a whiff o’ that!]”
The two did, in fact, smell ‘that’. A rich cacophony of smells all mingled together in something rich. They could smell the onion, garlic, and myriad spices, yet its form remained a mystery to them… until it was served on an enormous plate. They both expected something exotic, perhaps unsightly, yet this was… a pizza. A behemoth of a pizza with everything on it. Pepperoni, anchovies, bell peppers, basil, sausage, garlic, onions, spinach, oregano, mushrooms, tomatoes, olives, feta cheese, maybe even more things. They simply could not tell through this dense layer of toppings.
Tomoko: “[W-What is… Quintin, am I supposed to—]”
Quintin: “[I don’t care if you’re a picky eater! Either you eat the prego pizza or you’re getting a Cesarean Section! And I think you’d rather eat a couple bites of anchovies than have Vice slice you up.]”
Tomoko: “[N-No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just… Am I supposed to eat all of this or—]”
Quintin: “[Pfft! Hell no! You’d explode if you tried. Just a slice should be more than enough. So go ahead and dig in Yasuke!]”
Yasuke: “[This… does not seem to be a—]”
Quintin: “[Yasuke. That was not a suggestion. It was a demand. Eat the pizza and share this bonding experience with your wife!]”
After barking this order, Quintin grabbed a slice for himself, his face brimming with joy as he tasted the fruits of his labor.
Yasuke: “[…Very well.]”
With some hesitation, Tomoko and Yasuke both grabbed a slice for herself and gingerly bit into it, pausing as the intense barrage of flavors struck their tongue. But as they chewed it, they found it to be… good. Too busy to be great, but certainly unlike anything they had quite tasted before. Yet, as they chewed, they could not help but feel as if there was something in this pizza that they could not see. Yasuke opened his mouth to ask… only to take another bite, realizing that, in instances like this, ignorance may be preferable.
Tomoko slowly ate her slice, still unsure of what to make of it and intimidated by its power. Yasuke swiftly ate his, knowing to never turn down good food and hungry after running around the city with Tomoko. Quintin ate his more casually, leaning back as he munched away, with a proud look on his face. As the three silently ate, relishing in the momentary peace, they were interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming open. Tomoko and Yasuke flinched, fearing the worst, yet as they turned their heads, they saw two people. Jessie and Milky, both their bodies covered in a watery white liquid. Yasuke assumed it to be Whiterat blood, Quintin could tell this was from the Milky Rain, while Tomoko thought it had to be… something else.
Quintin: “[Yo, Jessie! How’d things go for you?]”
Jessie: “What are you… oh, right [when in Japan, speak Japanese. The operation was successful. The Whiterats are incapacitated and should remain that way for some time. Now we just need Tomoko here to give birth.]”
Yasuke: “[Ha! I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever met another Black person who speaks Japanese as well as you miss… Jess, was it?]”
Jessie: “[It’s Jessie, actually. I’d love to chat, Yasuke, but we really don’t have time for pleasantries.]”
As Jessie sat at the counter along with Tomoko and Yasuke, Milky wrung the Milky milk out of her giant twintails and scampered over to the group.
Milky: “[Hello! My name is Milky! I am American girl and learn Japanese eating Haruki friend!]”
Tomoko: “[Oh, um… It is nice to meet you, Milky. …Quintin, or Jessie, could you—]”
Jessie: “[Milky is a child from America with the power to activate something called ‘the Milky Rain’. It has incapacitated nearly every Whiterat on the planet. She’s an essential part of our team.]”
As Jessie spoke, saying words that Milky could not fully understand, she helped herself to a slice of pizza without asking. The girl gagged at the excess of flavors at first, but after a short delay, she started gobbling it up with gusto.
Yasuke: “[If Milky is capable of something like that, what do you need my daughter for?]”
Quintin: “[Like I said, we’ve only got one shot, and if we let it go, we’re fucked! We’re fucked beyond fuck! If you only have one shot to do something, do you want to go with the 30% chance plan or the 90% chance plan?]”
Yasuke: “[I see… ]”
Milky: “[You are pizza chef? Why you so many toppings?]”
Quintin: “Because we’re trying to get this lady to give birth, kid.”
Milky: “Oh? But she doesn’t look as big as my momma did when she had my little bro and sis. How are—”
The door to the restaurant slammed open yet again, commanding all eyes to witness the arrival of the last members of this oddball party. Zach and Vice, both shielded from the ongoing Milky Rain by an umbrella. An umbrella that they, graciously, put in the customary umbrella holder by the front door.
Black Vice: “[What’s good, y’all? I know I’m doing just splendid. Because I just killed the fucking President of the United States of America!]”
Milky: “[President of America… Eh? Did kill Mister Ratters? But he nice grandpa!]”
Black Vice: “Nah kid, he really wasn’t. He was just good at tricking people, at playing to a system that wanted him to succeed for his own gain. He never did anything… wait, aren’t you from Irvine?”
Milky: “Y-Yeah? How’d you know?”
Black Vice: “Well, if you’re from an affluent, White background, then it’d make sense that your parents told you he was a good guy. Because from their perspective, he probably was.”
Zach: “Vice, please. Let’s just take a seat.”
Shrugging, Vice heeded their brother’s suggestion, walking up to the counter and taking the empty seat next to Yasuke, wrapping their arm around his waist. Yasuke froze up as he felt this, yet did not look at Vice, choosing to focus on eating the crust of his pizza. Zach sat beside Vice and used his lanky arms to reach for a slice, while Vice did the same.
Jessie: “[I take it you two enjoyed yourself while in DC.]”
Black Vice: “[Oh yeah! You know how I feel about Ratters. I never voted for the asshole— never got to vote for any president— but if I was still the old me, I probably would have. However, the lived experiences of thousands can change one’s perspective, and the power of foresight and hindsight showed me the truth of what that fuckwit was. And if I had any doubts, talking directly to his unfiltered self shattered that into a million little pieces.]”
Zach: “[Vice took care of the president, while I took care of Congress and the Supreme Court. You all know I was into American history as a kid. With DC just a ‘short’ drive away, it was easy to buy the narrative. I thought I knew the country once, but after waking up to the truth, I could not see the majority of people around me as anything but corrupt and malicious. There were a minority of good people who believed in making a better nation, but the American system does not work if only a minority of people are trying to do good. I unleashed my rage, bringing an end to all but the best, and that was the end of it.]”
Quintin: “[…Wait, so which of you killed VP Gary Buttz?]”
Black Vice: “[Shit! I knew I forgot something!]”
Zach: “[I actually found him mulling around the White House, masturbating on some portrait. I had already had my fill of grandiose speeches, so I simply shot him and moved on.]”
Black Vice: “[What? You unimaginative asshole! I would’ve done something WAY more creative than that!]”
Zach: “[I considered tormenting him like Scarmiglione, but he won’t get to enact his true evil if we have our say.]”
As the conversation continued, the seven in attendance all finished their pizza, leaving behind only a single slice of this overly seasoned dish. Slight exchanges appeared on the groups’ faces as they gauged who would get the last slice, before Tomoko grabbed it herself.
Tomoko: “[This is going to be the last time I’m eating for two, so I may as well.]”
With what could generously be described as a ravenous appetite, Tomoko devoured the slice before her. Just scarfing it down like she knew she wasn’t going to be able to eat for half a day. She got the slice down to the crust when she felt it begin.
A certain pressure left Tomoko’s lower regions, and a trickle went down both her legs. She looked to see a growing dark spot on her light green dress. Either she just wet herself or her water broke, and she could instinctively tell it was the latter. Her eyes went wide as she realized this, and her husband was the first to respond. Yasuke grabbed her with swiftness and grace before darting his eyes across the restaurant.
Yasuke: “[Shit! Do we have a bed or—]”
Before Yasuke could eke out his question, Jessie was moving around three small tables in the restaurant, pushing them together to form a table long enough to support Tomoko. Just as she finished, Quintin tossed her a futon, sheet, and a couple of pillows from the kitchen— for when employees do late-late shifts. In twenty seconds, they had prepared a suitable bed for giving birth and Yasuke promptly placed Tomoko down.
Tomoko: “[Oh goodness… Let me just try to remember what they taught me during those lessons. Oh grief, I wasn’t expecting this to happen so soon.]”
Black Vice: “[I was! But I wasn’t expecting you to gorge yourself like that. Now, first things first, don’t worry. I’ve delivered… not quite hundreds, but a lot of babies in my time, and most of them were in way worse conditions than this. You just need to lay back, relax, and hold your husband’s hand. Because even with Quintin’s preggo pizza, this is going to be absolute torture!]”
Jessie: “[Way to make the woman more comfortable, Vice.]”
Black Vice: “[The last thing you should expect from me is good bedside manner.]”
Yasuke grabbed a chair and sat next to Tomoko as she laid on the table, looking into her eyes and smiling while clenching her hand. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stared at his handsome face, knowing that despite all this craziness, she at least had him by her side. With this regained calm, she took steady regimented breaths, feeling the oxygen flow through her body and through Kaede as she squirmed within. Kaede’s movement seemed erratic at first, but as Tomoko honed in on the sensation, it almost seemed like she was… growing.
Before she could question this sensation, Tomoko found her dress being pulled over her head and her underwear stripped off her person a second later. A set of hands then cast her legs apart, exposing her naked body to an entire room of people, all free to stare at her exposed vulva. Her face became pink with embarrassment, only for Yasuke to cast a sheet over her upper body and plant a kiss on her quivering lips.
Yasuke: “[I know it’s uncomfortable, but please, play along.]”
Tomoko knew she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, but her husband’s words still calmed her. With another deep breath, she looked up at those around her. Vice pulled out a stethoscope from somewhere and just planted its cold metal surface onto Tomoko’s chest. Zach, Jessie, and Quintin were all moving swiftly, getting into position and moving things out of the way. While Milky… was chewing on a bowl of mixed nuts as she sat on a stool. How someone could eat while watching a woman give birth was beyond Tomoko’s understanding, but this weird busty masked woman-child was the least of her concerns.
People were all around Tomoko, looking over her, grabbing her hand, feeling her legs, and staring at her privates. She felt exposed, objectified, and when she didn’t feel that, she was met with flashes of pain. It felt like her baby was trying to bash their way out, thrashing about in her womb, bumping against the endometrium, and pushing against the only exit. She grunted, she screamed, and she exerted as much of her frustration as she could onto Yasuke’s large hand. He remained stalwart even as she dug her nails into his skin, nearly cutting it, staring at Tomoko’s sweating face with concern, wishing he could do something more to comfort her.
Tomoko gasped, feeling as if something inside her had torn apart under immense pressure. …It was her. It was her daughter, trying to escape. Now all she had to do was push, push and pray that everything goes well. She nudged and shoved with all her might, letting out unflattering grunts until she was met with a burning sensation. Hoping that she had the strength needed to do this, clenching her eyes as she saw with the whole of her body, pressing on as she aimed to free her child of—
Black Vice: “[I CAN SEE THE HEAD! STOP PUSHING!]”
Tomoko froze as she heard that, the air rushing out from her lungs. This was it, the final stretch, and while the pain of her child crowning made her want to push, she knew better than to do that. She tried to lie back, go limp, and let the ‘nurse’ before her do their job… but as she saw Black Vice, smiling as they stared down at her vulva, she screamed.
Tomoko: “[NO! Not you! Anybody but you!]”
Her mind flashed back to her first sexual experience, when Vice stole her penis and gave her the vagina, and body, that she called her own. The fear she felt during that came back to her all at once, and as she imagined that person delivering her child, delivering a child from the vagina they gave her… it struck her with a visceral sense of wrongness.
Black Vice: “[What, you don’t want a ‘Black’ to be the one to deliver your baby? I thought that girls who married a Black guy knew better than that, but I guess pregnancies bring out the—]”
Jessie: “[Can it, dipshit!]”
Jessie elbowed Vice out of the way and placed her gloved hands around the baby’s head, applying pressure to Tomoko’s stretch perineum. She moved deftly, as if she had done this dozens of times before, and knew precisely how to deliver a child. In a flurry of a few seconds, she carefully slid Kaede out of Tomoko, presented her umbilical cord for Zach to snip it, before planting Kaede into Tomoko’s arms. The rapid pace of Jessie’s delivery left Tomoko dazed, but as she looked down, she was met with an overwhelming clarity.
Tomoko stared at the child in her arms with disbelief. She was a tiny thing, weighing less than three kilograms, her skin coated in a faint slimy substance, a small tuft of dark hair sitting on her head, and eyes shut. Kaede wailed as she was exposed to air for the very first time, cold, confused, and born with no instinctive understanding of how to process the world around her. She was brought into this world early and against her will, but she was given the loving embrace of her mother, who gently placed her hands around her.
Yasuke brought a blanket to his newborn daughter, placing it against her back before bringing his hand to his newborn daughter. Before he could reach her skin, she threw one of her tiny arms at his finger, grasping onto it with her weak, slimy grip. Yasuke was stunned as he felt his daughter for the first time, the reality of the situation finally settling before him. He was a man who was taken from his homeland, who narrowly escaped death, who was brought to a strange new era, where he found a woman he loved. And now, after this 29-year-long journey, he was finally here. He had… a daughter, and was looking at her, hearing her, and feeling her for the first time.
Tomoko, naturally, had similar reflections as she embraced little Kaede, her mind awash with euphoria and her body fatigued from a birth that took less than twenty minutes. She did not know what to think after all that, but she knew what to feel. Bliss! She immediately connected with her daughter, forming the sort of bond that could never be broken. Though Tomoko could scarcely imagine experiencing such a thing three weeks ago, this all felt deeply and instinctively right. In this one moment, with her husband by her side and child in her arms, she simply couldn’t be happier.
Part 3: The Plan To Eradicate Weiss
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 6:27 UTC – 16:27 LT
Location: Nagoya, Chubu, Japan
This picturesque moment of tranquility lasted for a moment so serene it felt like a small eternity, just of Tomoko holding Kaede, a mother holding her daughter. The two shared an immediate bond that was already incredibly strong, but over an ensuing lifetime, would grow to be even stronger. Tomoko knew this, and she was already dreaming of all that could be.
Black Vice: “[Yoink!]”
Shattering this moment, Vice swooped in and grabbed Kaede from Tomoko’s gentle grip. Tomoko’s brain failed to process what happened, staring down at her breasts in awe before seeing Vice bring her child to the busty twintailed woman in a leotard, Milky.
Tomoko: “[W-What are you doing? G-Give her back! GIVE HER BACK!]”
Black Vice: “[Uh… nope! I won’t be doing that.]”
Milky: “[Apology Miss Tomoko, Vice say I breast drink Kaede!]”
Looking at the crying Kaede, Milky then began to take off the top of her leotard, pulling her arms out of her sleeves and revealing her bra-covered breasts.
Quintin: “[Uh, Vice, the fuck are you doing? Isn’t Milky mentally, like, eight?]”
Black Vice: “[Quintin, I fucked you when you were seven. Thrice. And you loved it. Besides, there is nothing erotic or sexual about a woman breastfeeding a child. It is a natural part of biology and is needed for children to grow. Besides, Milky wants to do this, right Milky?]”
Milky: “[Yes! Milky see mother do breast drink with brother and sister. Mother say she do this one day and today be one day.]”
Zach: “[Besides, if this ‘were’ a sexual act, wouldn’t Verde’s inhibitors start kicking in about now? True, Vice might not be conducting this themself, but they are enabling it.]”
Black Vice: “[Exactly! According to God, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with having a kid breastfeed another kid!]”
Yasuke: “[Vice, please, could you just let Tomoko hold onto Kaede for a bit longer, she is—]”
Black Vice: “[What is more important? Your wife’s happiness or her life? We need Kaede to be as strong as possible, and drinking Milky’s Milky Milk— that sounds so stupid I cannot help but ‘admire’ it— she will get stronger. She is merely a newborn, but breast milk will help her grow big and strong. …At least, that’s what Ghost Milky told us. The only thing that can defeat a ‘spoiled Milky’ like Weiss Vice is a Milky, so your daughter needs this if she wants to stand a chance.]”
As Vice explained their rationale, Milky pulled her bra over her boobs and began breastfeeding Kaede. Upon sight, she clumsily flung her lips onto the large nipple before her, quickly figuring out how to suckle the milk. As this happened, Milky sat down, gently rocking Kaede as she fed.
Tomoko: “[I should have expected this. Vice is like a yo-kai who grants you a curse with every blessing.]”
Jessie: “[Don’t worry, Tomoko. You will get your child back after this is all over, and I’ll see to it that she receives a normal upbringing. You have my word.]”
From the wistful look on her face, it was clear that Tomoko wanted to believe these strangers she met earlier today, but she found it easier said than done. Sure, Vice had never lied to her, was responsible for her meeting Yasuke, and she enjoyed her life in Japan… up until today. But the way they treated her left her fearful for years, and after they tore her child from her arms, she was not inclined to trust Vice or any of their associates. She just wanted this all to end. As she mulled over this, Zach grabbed one of her hands and brought himself to her eye level.
Zach: “[You are free to be skeptical, but while our methods may be strange and practices unusual, we do value your contributions here. You’re helping us save the world, and we intend on honoring it.]”
Tomoko could not look into Zach’s hazel eyes as he said that, simply unequipped to respond after such a hectic day. Instead, she looked off to the side, to Milky breastfeeding her child. She sneered at this scene… before looking at Milky’s free arm. It was… limp. As if it was devoid of any flesh or bone, a mere sheath of skin dangling from her shoulder.
Milky, similarly, stared at her own flap of an arm, a look of object horror on her face. While in her other arm, Kaede was still eagerly sucking away her milk… and grown to double her birth size. Still small, but exceptionally huge for a newborn.
Milky: “W-What is happening? G-Guys? Jessie! P-Please, help me!”
Jessie: “I’m sorry, Milky, but this is the role you need to play. We cannot afford to divide our resources and in order to defeat Weiss Vice, we are going to give everything to Kaede. In your case, this means every last drop of blood, or rather milk, coursing through your body.”
Milky: “Huh? Wait, so I’m going to die? I don’t wanna die!”
Jessie: “It is not death. It is more of a temporary incapacitation.”
Tomoko: “[This is why I find it so hard to trust these people.]”
Black Vice: “[Don’t criticize matters beyond your understanding, my sweet Tomoko. We only have one shot at this and while having power in numbers makes sense for most fights, this isn’t one of them. We need to pour all our strength together and enter with a goldarn tank! In fact, all of us are going to undergo a similar fate…]”
Yasuke: “[What? Vice, I know better than to defy you, but if you are suggesting that I allow my daughter to suck the life out of me—]”
Black Vice: “[Patience, samurai! We will take different forms, joining Kaede as she fights, granting her with intense power.]”
Tomoko: “[P-Power? What power could I possibly have?]”
Black Vice: “[Tomoko, how many misfortunes have befallen you since you came to Japan? Have you dropped anything only to have it break? Have you gotten on a train only to find no available seats? Have you ever tripped or gotten any injury? You shouldn’t have. Because you are lucky. I granted you the power to stave off misfortune, as I would have hated for you to get hurt, raped, or evicted from your home. And I should not need to explain how that would be beneficial in a battle.]”
Quintin: “[Or, to be reductive, you’ll be Kaede’s good luck charm. I mean, how the hell do you think you, a pregnant woman, survived the Whiterat onslaught without getting rape-murked or awakening your empowered form? And why do you think Yasuke just so happened to know where you are? It’s just like in an RPG, ya mean?]”
Yasuke: “[RPG? Wait, what about me? I know I might be strong, but compared to you all I am—]”
Black Vice: “[Remember when you were scrambling to arrange a romantic night with Tomoko and were able to get the last seat at that restaurant? Or when you were able to outdo your teammates at your personal try-outs? Or the… twelve times when the Dragons were struggling but you managed to score a homerun or get the final out? Or how you were able to haggle that store owner down to just what you had in your pocket to get Tomoko that—]”
Yasuke: “[You mean to tell me that I did not do that by my own fruition?]”
Black Vice: “[Buddy, you managed to become the first foreign-born samurai on record because of how much you impressed Nobunaga on your own. By all accounts, you shouldn’t have gotten where you did, and then I brought you to the future. You have this uncanny ability to achieve the impossible at just the right moment, and I might have done a little something to enhance that after I slept with you. Who’s to say? Of course, Weiss is sapping our powers so we must rely on those who already have been bestowed these gifts and—]”
Milky: “GUYS, STOP IGNORING ME! SHE’S EATING ME ALIVE! HELP!!!”
While explaining the intricate lore of how Tomoko and Yasuke were special, the group failed to notice that Milky was rapidly being drunk alive by Kaede. …And she was nearly done.
Kaede had a body that at least resembled that of an adult woman. Her wavy black hair had grown to become long enough to reach the middle of her back. Her face was a darker complexion than most Japanese, even those who lived in the more tropical climates of the southern islands. This resulted in her looking almost more like she was Southeast Asian than Japanese, a difference only made more prominent with her facial structure. While she bore a resemblance to her mother, her nose was wider, cheeks were more pronounced, and lips were slightly fuller, though that could just be a side effect from all her nipple sucking.
Regardless, this aged-up Kaede was an attractive woman, one with a tall, somewhat toned, physique and curves a notch more pronounced than her mother. She had dressed herself in Milky’s colorful dancer’s outfit that, due to the elastic materials, managed to fit her snuggly. As for Milky, there was barely anything left of her.
Milky’s body had been reduced to just her head, a single breast, and everything needed to connect the two. Everything else, her arms, legs, and most of her torso, were all reduced to a sheath of skin. This skin was naked aside from a panty that clung against her private parts with such tightness it almost looked to be part of her baggy, empty skin.
Noticing all eyes landing on her, Kaede promptly began ending this process. Milky screamed as the last bits of her life energy were eagerly chugged by Kaede, screaming in vain as her face began to… deflate. Soon, she lost the ability to speak, the ability to think, and with her head fully deflated, her body reduced to a single breast, Kaede wrung the milk out, pouring it down her throat until nothing remained. Nothing but the skin.
Triumphant in her feeding, and with her body looking like that of a woman in her early 20s, Kaede tossed Milky’s seemingly lifeless skin onto a table and turned to her parents. She looked at them with wide eyes… before letting out a burp of such veracity and volume, it could win a competition.
Kaede: “[Oops! Sorry about that. I guess I did have a lot to drink there. Tehe~!]”
Tomoko: “[Kaede… you can talk?]”
Kaede: “[In all fairness, I did just drink someone alive and became an adult, so is that all too surprising?]”
Tomoko: “[I… don’t… know?]”
Kaede then took her, technically, first steps as she walked over to her mother and father, embracing them in a hug. It was an awkward arrangement, with Tomoko still lying on the table and Yasuke sitting in his chair, yet the thought and intention was… appreciated.
Kaede: “[I don’t really know either! My mind’s all buzzy and wild as things just keep popping in like brap brap brap! But I know that I just love ya guys! Without you, I wouldn’t be here, and I promise to be the best daughter I can be! …Except I’m not here to be your daughter. I kinda zoomed past the whole being a kid thing, what with this adult body and everything. No, I’m not here for that. I’m here to save the world like a super duper hero girl! And you’re gonna help me with that, ain’t that right, Black Vice?]”
Vice looked at Kaede with the biggest smile they could muster, nodding at her enthusiastic tone.
Black Vice: “[Exactly. But not just me. We’re all going to help you, guiding your mind and body as you wage battle and bring justice to this world. You will soar up to the White Star looming in Earth’s orbit and bring an end to the devil that lurks within it. Your age may be measured in mere minutes, but with us by your side, you will have the skills of a warrior of countless battles. What do you have to say to that?]”
Kaede: “[I say let’s do it to it! …But how do we ‘do it’?]”
Quintin: “[Ha!]”
Zach: “[It’s quite simple. We simply need to hold hands while my friends and I repeat a mantra to initiate the desired command. And not unlike entering a command into a computer, you need to speak the desired language to get the intended result. Now, what was the phrase…] Trans On Gear Henshin?”
Jassie: “Which would then become Rtemd Um Fiet Jimdjom.”
Black Vice: “[Alright everybody, you heard my bro. Let’s all grab hands and make this happen. Tomoko, Yasuke, you need to let go of your physical forms, for your bodies will be transformed into something that will help your daughter kill this multi-world genocider.]”
Yasuke: “[This sounds insane… but I will do whatever it takes. What about you, Tomoko?]”
Tomoko: “[I just want this to be over with and go to sleep…]”
Quintin: “[Then let’s quit standing around with thumbs up our asses and DO SOMETHING!]”
With this direction, the seven grabbed hands. The three members of the Goto family were on one side and the four members of the Black Shitenno on the other. A palpable awkwardness lingered as they got into position, but that faded as the Shitenno opened their mouths, shouting loudly as they repeated a command to the machinations of reality itself.
Vice, Zach, Jessie, and Quintin: “Zxkuqyb Rtemd Um Fiet Jimdjom!“
Part 4: Birth of The Black Savior
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 6:46 UTC – 16:46 LT
Location: Nagoya, Chubu, Japan
Their utterance of these five words— Zxkuqyb Rtemd Um Fiet Jimdjom— caused a tingling sensation to flow through the bodies of the seven, growing before erupting in a blinding array of colors. A light so intense that it locked them into their own little world.
Kaede felt the hands of her parents fade away as her body floated into the center of this domain of light. Her dark eyes began to shine pink, an unnatural color that was still beautiful all the same and popped against her cute face. This change was mirrored in her hair, morphing from a natural common black to a vibrant pink that was so bright it practically sparkled.
As Kaede was primed for this transformation, the six others who made up this circle underwent a far more radical transformation, their bodies condensing into orbs of light, all bearing a single color. Tomoko became green, Yasuke orange, Jessie purple, Zach blue, Quintin red, and Black Vice was, well, black, obviously. With these colors, only one was missing from the rainbow, and that is when she saw the skin sheath of Milky float toward these other lights, forming the yellow of this rainbow.
The first of these lights to float toward Kaede was Milky’s yellow, spreading and covering the dancer hero outfit she was currently wearing. Rather than enhancing it, Milky’s light replaced it with something new, something more slick and ‘appropriate’ for battle. A skin-tight sun yellow jumpsuit that covered her from neck to toe. Form fitting to an extreme, yet serving as a profoundly durable piece of armor.
Next came Zach’s blue, striking Kaede and spreading onto both her hands, covering them in metal cobalt gauntlets that reached up to her elbows. Both protecting them in a densely packed armor and embedding them with an extreme strength she felt as she clenched her fists. Kaede felt as if she could punch through mountains, through walls of lava, without so much as scuffing her knuckles or getting a sprain.
Quintin’s red then drifted toward her legs, covering them in ruby red knee-high boots that embedded her legs with everything they could possibly need. The protection of armor, capable of withstanding even the greatest destructive forces on Earth. A strength that would turn her legs into a weapon, with each kick carrying with it the force of a cannon. And an agility that would allow her to defy human limitations by such an extreme factor, it was hardly worth comparing the two.
This was followed by Jessie’s purple light plopping against her chest, coating it with an amethyst armor that stretched to her shoulders and stopped only as it neared her navel. As armor, its primary goal was to protect. Yet as it settled on her form, she felt her chest pulse with a newfound strength that spread to her forearms and thighs, swelling them with muscle.
With her body covered, Black Vice’s black light then went for her head, coating it in an onyx helmet. It fully covered her scalp, while leading an opening for her pink hair to continue flowing out to her back. As this helmet formed on her head, two components slid out from the inner sides and collided, leaving her vibrant eyes visible while protecting her mouth with a layer of black metal.
After gaining the powers of the Shitenno, Kaede held out her right hand, summoning Yasuke’s orange light to enter her palm and take the form of her weapon. Not a western sword, katana, gun, or anything trite like that. Instead, it was a masakari, a samurai’s war axe. One with a head large and mighty enough to decapitate humans in a single blow, and with her gauntlets, she could effortlessly twirl it about with a single hand. Its handle was a stark orange and when the axe was swung, its head burned with a faint yet burning flame. Truly a formidable weapon of another, more magical, era.
Only a single light remained, and it was Tomoko’s green. Kaede reached to it, grasping it in her hand before placing it against her chest, close to her heart, only for it to extend to her neck, forming a bright green chain that gave way to a large jade magatama. A spiritual charm that glowed with significance and power, only to be joined by six smaller magatama. To its left were red, orange, and yellow magatama, and to the right were blue, purple, and black ones. A rainbow of magatama covered her neck, instilling her not with strength, but rather a resilience and resistance that would carry her through even the more dire situation.
As these seven components of her outfit solidified, Kaede felt something gather around her crotch, a bright light that gathered before releasing an audible pop. Her yellow jumpsuit gained a pair of green ‘hero trunks’ that served the dual purpose of providing an additional layer of protection and making her design feel more complete. …Even if it did look like she was wearing a panty outside of her tights.
With that, her transformation was done. Kaede wielded the might of the Shitenno and beyond. Her body pulsated as this new power entered her, and her mind became filled with new knowledge, informing her of the nearly unlimited number of things she could now do. It was immense, it was overwhelming, and as she tried to gain a grasp of it, she heard a familiar voice.
Black Vice: “Don’t worry, mon chère. I’m still here to guide you and do all the talking. I can’t take over your body myself, but I think this arrangement will work nicely. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Kaede wanted to respond, but the metal guard before her mouth left her unable to speak. But she could still move and think for herself, so she just nodded in affirmation. She wasn’t sure how she understood Vice when they were speaking English… but was spontaneously learning new languages really worth questioning at this point?
Black Vice: “Excellent. Now, embrace your newfound might! Raise your axe and take to the sky! Together we, the eight, the Black Savior, shall destroy the White Star and save this world.”
Operating as one unit, their thoughts feeding into each other, Vice and Kaede held their axe to the sky and flew upwards faster than the speed of sound, decimating the restaurant in the process. They pierced through the layer of clouds showering the world with Milky Rain, soared through the stratosphere, and circled around to the western hemisphere, where they saw it poking from the edge of the world. A blindingly white light, bereft of color, shining down on the world with enough intensity to penetrate even the clouds below.
The star grew closer with every passing second, the light becoming more aggressive and frightening. But the pink eyes of the Black Savior were able to stare at this light without blinking, even as it consumed the entirety of their vision. It was truly massive, surpassing ten cubic kilometers in its size and, contrary to its name, it was not made of a burning gas. Rather, it was an elegant structure of crystal, reflecting and amplifying light against itself to create a celestial aura so bright it appeared to be a star.
Rushing toward it at an extreme speed, Black Savior held their axe high and struck the White Star with the force of an atomic bomb. The impact only struck a miniscule part of this structure, but it sent a shockwave that affected everything. Not only cracking, but shattering crystals nearly 500 meters long. From this one attack, the foundation of the White Star was broken, and in due time, it would destroy itself. …But that wasn’t fast enough for Black Savior.
Black Savior circled around this crystalline satellite at insane speeds, hopping from end to end as they crashed their weapon into it. Each force was more damning than the last, slowly building up to an avalanche of destruction until every part of the White Star was crumbling down.
The light faded as the crystals clashed, and at the core of this blasted symbol of destruction, Black Savior saw him. The transdimensional bastard responsible for all this. A being of unbridled hate and the destroyer of an unknown number of words. Weiss Vice.
Black Savior’s pink eyes landed on their target, and they rushed toward it, narrowly avoiding the collapsing crystalline structure around them. Weiss turned to look at his opponent, but before he could strike, Black Savior already brought their axe to his body, smashing it into his torso. The impact sent Weiss flying away at absurd speeds. Away from the crumbling White Star, away from Earth, and toward the stage of their final battle. The moon.
Part 5: Final Climax – Black Savior X White Genocider
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 7:00 UTC
Location: The Moon
Two figures stood on the surface of the moon. One was Weiss Vice. A man whose every facet was oppressively white. His eyes were white, his skin was white, every part of him glowed with a white intensity, and while he didn’t have any hair left on his head, even his damn eyebrows were white. As for clothing… he didn’t have any, choosing instead to display his muscular frame and sizable penis as they were. He stood there without fear, without weapons, yet still exerted a menacing aura as he stared at the figure before him with utter hatred.
That figure was Black Savior. A person who had the body of a woman, but to call them a woman would be incorrect. For they were more than just one thing. They were the combined will and effort of eight entities, eight people, and eight powers. Their body was clothed in a garrish rainbow-colored set of armor, including a black helmet, yellow jumpsuit, blue gauntlets, red boots, purple cuirass, green briefs, rainbow-colored necklace, and an orange-handled axe in their hand. But if that wasn’t enough, their long pink hair flowed down their back, practically sparkling, while their equally pink eyes did the same. And if the differences weren’t quite stark enough, she also had a brown complexion, just barely visible beyond her black mask.
Truly, opposites in nearly every sense, barring their almost equal height and muscle, though the White man narrowly took the lead on both.
Black Savior: “Kept you waiting, huh? I had a few odds and ends to take care of. But with the entire world covered in Milky Rain, the American government collapsed, and some fresh blood in me, I think I can take you on no problem. Or, I guess I should be saying, we can take you on, no problem.”
Weiss Vice: “You have tried, and you failed before. Do you wish to prolong this evermore? For you see, I am inevitable, and you are reprehensible. You may combine your power in one ugly veneer, but I am a man with nothing to fear!”
Weiss then lunged at Black Savior, aiming to grab them with his hands, only for the Savior to grab his arm and toss him to the ground below. This attack, one that should have incapacitated his opponent, was dodged and countered so effortlessly. It left Weiss dazed. And in that daze, he looked up at his opponent.
Black Savior: “I’d say you have plenty to fear. Like my AXE!”
On cue, Black Savior swung their axe down at Weiss. He stared at the weapon blankly, holding out his hand in order to catch this weapon and disarm his opponent. …But instead of catching it, the axe tore through his fingers and into his arm, shattering bones and severing through flesh. The pain did not so much as phase Weiss, but the sight did. Weiss had not wanted this, had not allowed this, and the fact that it happened, that his will was defied and his strength was not enough, it set off something inside him.
As Weiss looked at this newly developed wound, Black Savior rammed their axe through Weiss’s head, cleanly splitting his body in twain.
Black Savior: “Yeah, I know I’m stronger than the sum of my parts! But what about you? Weren’t you siphoning away all that energy, trying to destroy the planet? Come on, I’m just warming up and you—”
While Black Savior stroked their collective ego, Weiss Vice leapt from the surface of the moon, fleeing into space.
Black Savior: “Get back here, you motherfucker!”
Black Savior threw their axe at the fleeing Weiss and struck him right in the back, embedding itself into his ribcage. The axe then spun back to the moon with Weiss in tow, spiraling hundreds of times before Black Savior elegantly captured the axe and swung Weiss back to the ground.
Black Savior: “You cannot run from me. I took every precaution possible. I’m at max level, have the best equipment, and have done everything to sap you of your power. If this is all you’ve got, you may as well give up. …Or you could just lie there while I unleash the rage of humanity right into your despicable ass.”
Weiss Vice was already lying on the ground as Black Savior gave that speech, but they still kicked him down and onto his belly. Weiss tried to fight back, but Savior shattered their spine with a single stomp, grinding their boot into his bones. Weiss, as always, did not shout as he felt this immense pain. …But he did after Black Savior made their next strike.
With Weiss helpless before them, Savior spun around their axe, aiming the handle at Weiss. They looked down at the strong, overbearingly White body before them, rendered immobilized thanks to their boot, and struck him in the most vulnerable part of his backside. His anus.
Weiss Vice: “GRYAAAAAH!”
Black Savior slammed the axe handle into Weiss’s asshole and swiftly began tenderizing it. Attacking it with a veracious barrage of thrusts. Churning it just so they could dig deeper. White blood burst from his anus, staining the handle, dripping down his buttcheeks, putting him in a state where he was too distraught to speak, let alone rhyme.
Black Savior: “Bahahaha! Normally I love a good stick up my ass, but I know you hate it, so I’m going to make yours raw with blood. Or, if you had enough, just say the magic words. Give up, surrender, and get… the fuck! …Out of our world!”
The final thrust struck Weiss’s prostate with such force and intensity that it caused Weiss to immediately ejaculate. A burst of watery, half-formed cum sprang from his dick as he lay on the ground, his asshole demolished into a bloody fountain. The pain was not a concern for Weiss, but the humiliation left his voice hoarse with rage.
As Weiss’s body healed, he cranked his hard back to Earth, its blue surface still obscured by planet-wide clouds. Despite what just happened, he retained his composure and, recognizing how dire the situation was, he muttered a few words. Two sentences of 14 to be exact.
Weiss Vice: “I must secure the dominance of White Humans and eliminate all who oppose me! For The White Empire deemed them to be a vile bastardization of our Humanity!”
Black Savior snickered at Weiss, thinking they were just spouting more White Supremacist bullshit… before they felt something coming from Earth. They looked toward the planet, and across the entire surface, they saw the same thing. Compton, Cape Town, Surabaya, London, Irvine, Nagoya, Washington DC. All were in the same state.
They were all… burning.
Burning from a vicious, all-consuming, white flame.
Black Savior saw beyond mere sight and comprehended what was going on. It was the Whiterats. The living, the corpses, those reduced to a viscera slurry. All their bodies, well over a billion and a half at this point, were all bursting into flames. Their bodies bloated, exploded, and the remnants transformed into white phosphorus. Just one Whiterat became enough white phosphorus to ignite a 100 meter radius, and once the first started, it would continue until it destroyed everything.
Those 28 words muttered by Weiss had to be a code, a last resort to destroy the planet… and as much as Black Savior did not want to admit it, it was working. The sheer scale, intensity, and speed of this maneuver were horrific. It was so fast that over a billion human lives were lost in a minute. So powerful that the explosions could be seen from the moon. Black Savior had immense power, they were a god, but… even if they did leave Weiss and venture to the Earth, would there even be anyone left to save?
Black Savior hung their head and fell to their knees, looking down at the moon’s surface as their body shook. Not in fear, not in horror, but in a boundless, righteous rage at this reckless disdain for humanity.
Black Savior: “You… you genocidal motherfucker! You lose and you burn everything behind? Why am I not surprised? Now I’m really going to make you writhe with pain!”
Black Savior swung their axe at Weiss, aiming to bash their head like a ripened melon, only for Weiss to block the axe. Not with a weapon of his own, but a single index finger.
Black Savior: “…Bull-fucking-shit! How did you—”
Weiss then kicked Black Savior in the chest, directly at the core of their armor, and sent them flying, tumbling against the surface of the moon before landing a clean kilometer away. They were not really hurt— attacks like that lack something when fighting under reduced gravity, but they were deeply concerned. Kaede’s eyes darted around in confusion, unsure of what was going on here until Vice’s voice spoke from the helmet.
Black Savior: “They killed so many and gained so much power, so… no. That can’t be. Is he able to harness the power of the dead to—”
Black Vice’s commentary was interrupted by a bright light from the corner of their vision. Savior turned around to see the source and… it was Earth. The sight of the burning planet… exploding.
Seeing it, it looked… nonsensical. How could a planet just explode like this, shattering into a series of enormous chunks as magma and hellfire spewed from the cracks? Even if the surface of the land was covered in burning Whiterats, the surface of the Earth was not the entire planet. It was a dense world whose inner depths had not been more than scratched by humans.
Black Savior: “…The tunnels! The Whiterat dug those tunnels! I never looked into them, but… oh no. If they dug deep enough, if they spread far enough and then exploded, then the structural integrity of the planet could be compromised. All the fire, all the smoke, combined with the chemicals of the phosphorus and— this was all planned! He had a fucking contingency plan! Weiss Vice, you—”
Black Savior had already begun running toward Weiss Vice as they spoke, only to pause as they saw him. He always had a radiant white aura, but this one was immense. It stood several times bigger than him and was so bright that it overpowered the presence of his body. He was a white figure on a white background, and it was a challenge to determine where one ended and one began.
Focusing on this aura, Black Savior could see a flurry of multi-colored lights being consumed by this blinding whiteness, and as they turned their head, they saw the source. A stream of millions of tiny strands of light were flowing toward Weiss at a rapid speed, all stemming from the collapsing remains of Earth. While small, each of them went to make the aura ever so slightly larger, and it went without saying that the bigger the aura, the bigger the power.
Weiss Vice planned on having the planet explode if things didn’t go his way. And as everybody perished, as their souls were sent flying, he would absorb them, use them to enhance his strength. If they were merely regular people, that might not have been much. For what is a common human next to a god? But these were not just some people, nor were they common humans. They were roughly 4 billion people, and most had been blessed by the power of the Black Awakening, gaining a small percentage of a fraction of the Black Shitenno’s power.
It was difficult to quantify such things, but if each person only had a hundred millionth of the Shitenno’s combined power, and there were 4 billion of them, that would be 40%. And 40%, in any context, is a lot.
Black Saviro attempted to intercept this absorption process before it could continue, to capture these fallen souls and enhance their own powers. They neared the stream of souls, almost close enough to grab them, before feeling something latch around their leg, pulling them down and smacking them into the surface of the moon. They grunted from the impact, and before they could rise to their feet, they were met with the sight of Weiss. Or, at least, what he was now.
He was no longer a figure with a humanoid form. He did not even resemble any creature found in the natural world. This influx of souls— influx of power— had rendered his form an unrecognizable and unsightly shape. An amalgamation of limbs, appendages, heads, and a dense core of organs all pumping with vigor, all containing an immense strength that went beyond appearances.
Weiss had cast aside their human visage and become a monster with a hundred limbs, and as Black Savior saw this, they laughed.
Black Savior: “Bahahahaha! So, this is how you’re using your power? To discard your precious ‘humanity’ and become a true monster? Well, let’s see how well you can maneuver yourself, because I’m pretty sure I figured out how to snag some of those souls for myself! Kaede! Let’s slice and dice!”
Black Savior shot forward with their axe in hand while Weiss defended himself with a cluster of long, branching limbs. Their sheer numbers of tentacle-like appendages should have been intimidating to Savior, but Weiss had made the mistake of spreading himself too thin. While he might have had nearly a hundred limbs, each one was weak enough to be severed by one strike of Black Savior’s axe.
They swiftly dispatched every malformed limb that was fired at them, moving across the moon’s surface as they avoided any buildup of blood or viscera. They could manage this… but they were fighting reactively, defensively, and had seemingly no way out of this mess, no way to escape from this endless test of endurance. It seemed like Savior could do nothing more than bide time… unless one was paying close attention.
With every limb severed, another chunk of Weiss’s flesh fell to the surface of the moon, releasing a rush of white blood… along with something more. Specks of color were buried beneath this blood that, when severed from the whole of the body, were able to escape. These specks were the very same souls that Weiss had so gluttonously consumed, and when freed from their vessel, they immediately sought another. They sought Black Savior. With every limb severed, tens of thousands of souls rushed toward Black Savior, and with at least one limb severed every second, it did not take Savior long to accumulate millions.
This influx of human souls made Black Savior faster and stronger. Made them able to tear through multiple limbs in a single swing and adorn their axe with an afterimage of energy, a traveling wave that was powerful enough to sever even more limbs. Every moment, their power was growing, and with it, Weiss’s power was weakening, becoming more sluggish, drained, and less able to keep up with Savior’s pace.
This cyclical process continued until Black Savior had diminished over a billion souls from Weiss’s possession. Once that threshold was met, a powerful burst of darkness and color unleashed from their body, destroying all limbs in a 50 meter radius. Weiss cast their countless eyes at this sight and saw Black Savior standing proud, the rainbow magatama on their necklace shining bright and a colorful, if hectic, aura surrounded their body.
Black Savior stared at Weiss’s eyes and smirked beneath their mask, eager to begin their counteroffensive. Yet, rather than just rush forward and start chipping, they had a… different idea in mind. Savior grabbed their axe with both hands and spun around, treating their body like a revved up top as they shredded through Weiss’s limbs.
With Black Savior having fashioned themself into an object of destruction, it was only a matter of time before they tore through all opposition and made their way to the core of Weiss’s mutated form. Their axe eviscerated its way through Weiss’s supple hide, crushing his organs, smashing his bones, and unleashing a torrent of rainbow colored souls that were consumed by the force of destruction before them.
Weiss howled out in a guttural attempt at speech as they felt their innards were subjected to this berserk rage, and with every strike, their impressive aura grew weaker. His surplus of souls was swiftly stolen, and as he felt the tables tilt in favor of his enemy, he revised his strategy.
A flash of white filled Black Savior’s pink eyes, and after that… nothing. Their body became numb, their senses fell into static and whiteness.
When their consciousness returned, Black Savior was met with the sight of the blown up Earth, its many chunks clashing and crumbling as they drifted apart. Past an Australia-sized landmass that filled their vision, they looked to the center of this structure… and found there to be no core.
Black Savior: “What the hell? I knew he blew up the Earth, but last I checked it would take a while for a planet’s damn core to explode! …Shit, how long have I been out? Zach, did you think to add some sort of watch to your… no, I didn’t expect you too, and I’m not sure how good a watch would be if we were out for days. Let me just try to… wait, where… where the hell’s the moon?”
As far as Black Savior could see, amongst the vast array of space before them, they could not find the moon. It was simply… gone, missing, and as they tried to determine where it should have been, they saw something. An… utterly massive cluster of rocks, drifting through space, forming only the loosest impression of a moon as they drifted away. It was too soon to say it without investigating, but deep in their shared guts, Black Savior knew what happened. Weiss Vice, not content with just Earth, blew up the fucking moon.
Just as Black Savior reached this revelation, as they felt the rage resurface in their body yet again, something appeared before them. A humanoid creature, similar to them but taller and bulkier, dressed in a suit of dense and elegant white armor. With giant shoulder pads, a helmet that blocked the face behind a flat surface, and a long flowing cape that radiated with a blinding white light. They lacked any shield, yet held a 5-foot-long claymore in a single hand. There was only one person this could possibly be.
Weiss Vice: “I have found you once again. Now I shall bring you to your end!”
Black Savior: “D’aw, he’s copying me! That’s just adorable.”
Weiss responded by swinging down their claymore on Black Savior, who in turn blocked it with their axe. Their weapons clashed, clanged, and intersected. As they exchanged blows, they realized that the gaps in their power had been closed and they were now fighting with comparable, if not equal, levels of strength.
Black Savior: “Heh. I guess you must have burned off more power than you thought, bud. Do you really think you can defeat me on equal ground? I’ve got millennia of war fighting in my brain and fresh hot samurai blood running through my veins! So, do you really think you can take me?”
Weiss Vice: “My superiority is without question! Cease this foolish digression!”
Black Savior: “‘Nu-uh, I’m better than you ‘cos I said I was!’ Do you even listen to yourself, you rhyming moron? Your resolve is weak, your confidence is unfounded, and your temper is second to none. You’re just a pathetic, angry, little girl who was fucked from birth and, when given the chance to make something of herself, chose the path of fascism! The path of genocide! You were so hellbent on your White Awakening, when you’ve been sleeping for hundreds of years, refusing to accept the truth. And no matter what I gotta do, I’m gonna wake you up!”
After Black Savior called Weiss a ‘girl’, his attacks grew more aggressive and heavy, putting their weight into every blow as they bounced against each other in the vacuum of space. However, every strike was either blocked or dodged. Savior elegantly weaved between blows and knew where every heavy swing would land. Failure only made Weiss more aggressive, and his sword strikes became truly frenzied. He was unrefined, raw, and completely bereft of composure in favor of mindless offense. Black Savior knew exactly what Weiss was doing… and punished him accordingly.
With their gauntlet-clad left hand, Savior launched a powerful punch into Weiss’s side, pushing against his guts and causing him to stagger. He had already committed to the blow and if there was any gravity to deal with, he would have certainly fallen to the ground. Here, he merely clenched, his composure broken and his body vulnerable. Savior latched onto their helmet in this moment of fortune and ripped it off, revealing Weiss’s face. His bald head was throbbing, veins glowing with white blood, eyes shining with such intensity they appeared to be burning.
Weiss looked at Black Savior with rampant disdain, eager to sink his teeth into them, but before he could, he saw his helmet, a part of his armor… darken. What was white became black, and from this blackened state, it shattered into a fine dust that radiated with every color imaginable… before drifting into the body of Black Savior.
Black Savior: “The path to victory is paved by exploiting your enemies’ weaknesses. Breaking the weakest links in their defenses, stealing their most poorly guarded weapons and resources, and aggravating them until they act brash and stupid. You don’t even need to look past the cliff notes of Sun Tzu to get that. So tell me, big guy, are you capable of learning anything? Or will you disappoint me after all this time?”
Weiss Vice: “You fight like a beast, like an honorless Sterk! Do not act like your treachery is a perk!”
Black Savior: “You blew up a fucking planet and you’re whining to me about honor? I knew you were delusional, but that takes some commitment.”
Weiss Vice: “I am committed to my empire and its code! It is the one right, and the only road. Beings like you should not exist. So, why must you resist?”
Despite Black Savior’s warnings, Weiss rushed forward like he always did, throwing down his big sword while leaving his body exposed. All it took was a sidestep for Savior to avoid him and, with their axe drawn, they took this opportunity and aimed for the weak spot Weiss failed to address. Their head.
The axe smashed through his dome like it was a rotting pumpkin, and his body went stiff as his brain was smashed. This gave Black Savior an opening, and instead of going for another piece of armor, they went for the claymore, tearing it out of Weiss’s grip and grabbing it in their free hand.
The white blade burned Black Savior as they touched it, rejecting their presence. They winced and screamed as they held it, but through determination and will, they made the weapon theirs. They banished the whiteness from this blade, transforming its hilt to a vibrant indigo and rendering the blade not a white steel, but a metal as black as could be.
Black Savior: “Son of a bitch that smarts! But I got what I wanted.”
Weiss’s head had finished reforming atop their neck and, after realizing he was disarmed, he was at an impasse. Or, at least he should have been. He did not entertain surrender or devise a counterattack. He merely stared at Black Savior with rage swelling in his dead white eyes and dashed toward them with his fists.
Black Savior: “How disappointing.”
With two weapons in hand, Black Savior severed both of Weiss’s arms before he could get a single hit in. White blood erupted from his flattened stumps, yet he remained silent. Either due to his established stoicism or genuine shock, it did not matter, for that was merely the first strike. With their opponent literally disarmed, Black Savior took aim for his legs, slicing them off of the torso with a crossing slash, leaving only a torso on a head.
Recognizing the sorry state of their opponent, Black Savior kicked their head and torso away, shooting them off into the darkness, and leaving the four limbs before them. By waving around their weapon wielding hands, they summoned these limbs before them, and treated them much like the helmet. What was white, blackened, and from the blackened form, it collapsed into a burst of colors, almost a billion condensed souls, all flying into Black Savior. As this barrage embraced their being, they shined every possible color all at once.
Black Savior: “Bahahahaha! Oh good GOD is this just riveting! I don’t think I have ever felt so much power swelling throughout my being. …Of course I haven’t… Verde divided mine before I could really make use of it, but now… now I just wish I had a good opponent. Weiss! Get back here, you bitch!”
Black Savior flew forward in the direction they kicked Weiss to, and found them… clothed in only their torso armor and briefs, slowly drifting in the recesses of space.
Weiss Vice: “This is not right. Where… is my might? All worlds are mine to conquer. So why am I in squalor?”
Black Savior: “Because you were a dumbass. You’ve been a dumbass since the day you were born. That’s what the Empire wanted you to be. The perfect, obedient little n***er. You had chance after chance to get better, but you wasted every last fucking one of them. And now…”
Black Savior tapped their axe on Weiss’s chest armor and, just like that, it blackened and crumpled into hundreds of millions of tightly packed souls.
Black Savior: “Look at you. Do you seriously think you can do anything against me? I won, you lost, and now that you are in this pitiful state, what are you going to do? Will you give up and give me the opportunity to add some color to your bleached soul? Or will you keep fighting until you are truly reduced to nothing?”
Weiss Vice glared deeply into Black Savior’s pink eyes. He was positively seething with rage, his white aura growing intense once more. Savior took a stance in response, groaning as they could not believe that this bastard was trying to go another round. They readied themselves for what seemed like the inevitable, staring even as the white light became blinding.
Then, within this light, Black Savior saw they saw Weiss Vice… vanish.
They blipped out of space, out of existence, in a flash, leaving behind… nothing.
Black Savior: “Where… where did they go… No. I can’t sense them? Where did they… Oh no. They’re a transdimensional being and they just… left? Weiss… YOU COWARDLY MOTHERFUCKER!!!“
Brimming with frustration, Black Savior took the weapons in their hands and snapped them away to their private domain. They wanted to do little more than vent, but they knew that wouldn’t achieve anything. With their enemy and target missing, having traveled to parts unknown, there was only one thing they really could do.
Groaning, they summoned a Mitsubishi MT-599 into their thick hands and carefully dialed the 13 digit number to call Verde. It didn’t work when Black Vice tried it last time, but what other choice did they have at this point?
They allowed the phone to ring, tapping their foot on nothing as they hoped for a response and, after four agonizingly anxious tones, they finally heard a voice on the other end.
Verde: “Keep it mellow, keep it yellow, ‘cos it’s summer, dude! Who dis?”
Black Savior: “Verde, it’s me, Vice—”
Verde: “Vice! How’s it going? Still Black, beautiful, and rocking that non-binary finary?”
Black Savior: “This is urgent! Didn’t you get my previous messages or—”
Verde: “Oh right! …Yeah, I was high as a kite on the fucking moon when you called me last time. I’m not a dope fiend, but when your friends are getting high, it’s rude to not indulge.”
Black Savior: “Urgent. Help. Please. We have a runaway superpowered Nazi who just escaped my universe, and I need you to find him. He destroyed the Earth, all of humanity is dead, and I need—”
Verde: “Found him! And… damn this guy really looks like Nari. Like… did the Scenario Generator intentionally make him look like that? Just loading up some basic info on this guy, he’s… wow is that bad. How the hell did I miss him in my search? I’ll need to get on Yukito’s ass for this when he gets back from Mexico…”
Black Savior: “So, are you going to kill him?”
Verde: “No. I already killed my genocidal Nazi who destroyed Earth. Now it’s your turn! But… actually, I have a great idea for a little something. Let’s end the call, let the flow of time reestablish itself, and he should be there in… let me nudge the wavelengths… five minutes. See ya then!”
Without even letting them agree, Verde ended the call, leaving Black Savior alone and drifting through space. There was nothing to do, no reason to chat or start something within the next five minutes, so they just… stayed there. Drifting about, waiting patiently, and silently musing over what they would do with Weiss when they returned. Right as they settled on a plan, they saw something amiss in the recesses of space, a tear— a Rift— in space. One that lured them over with its three dimensional rhombus-like shape, a form that looked like it was made of static.
From this rift, Black Savior saw the upper half of a person pop out. A handsome man with a dark complexion, face full of black freckles, slick black hair, and with a positively buff, shirtless body. He looked at Black Savior with a smile before speaking.
Buff Dude: “Damn, that’s some get-up you’ve got there. But you know what? I think it works. You’ve got a real rainbow warrior thing going on, and I can respect that. Anyway, I’ve got a little something-something for you. Some absolute loser by the name of Weiss Vice.”
The buff dude then threw Weiss Vice through the portal, where he limply floated, welts on his face and bruises across his body. For the first time, they weren’t just white. They were white, black, blue, and even a bit of purple.
Buff Dude: “Enjoy giving this White Supremacist what he deserves. I know I sure did!”
Following that farewell, the Rift closed in on itself, leaving Black Savior alone with Weiss Vice yet again. They did not bother offering this genocidal bastard any pleasantries and immediately restrained him. With a wave of their hands, Black Savior chained up Weiss Vice, with black shackles wrapped around his person. His hands were bound together, feet were so close he could barely aspire to walk, and his neck was connected to a Black Savior’s waist
Black Savior: “While I was waiting for you to come back, I was doing some thinking. About how I would like to end you. I could just, you know, kill the fucking shit out of you, but there would be no joy in that. You are a vile creature… but also a victim of the society you were born into. So, I think there is no better way to end this… then to bring you back home. To show you, firsthand, how shallow and evil that place truly was. To destroy it and wake you up from your millennia-long nightmare. What do you say? Want to show me The White Empire in all its glory, maybe make me a believer in your cause?”
Weiss Vice stared at their captor with the same dead eyes they always had before turning their head.
Weiss Vice: “There is no force in any world that can defeat The White Empire. I shall grant you a painful death there, if you desire.”
Black Savior: “Oh, I think I do. Because your memories made it seem like such a functional society. Take me away from this world, where you burnt humanity to nothingness in a matter of minutes and to the world that made you… what you are today.”
Weiss offered no reaction to Black Savior’s words. He merely did as he did previously, immersing himself and Savior in a white light, except this time, bound by chains tying the two together, they traversed the veil between universes together. Their destination? The World Where Evil Won.
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Table of Contents:
Atrocity 01: The Nujiboe Society for Caucasoid Prosperity
Atrocity 02: The White Awakening
Atrocity 03: The Black Awakening
Atrocity 04: The Apartheid Absolution
Atrocity 05: The Victims of the White Empire
Atrocity 06: The Fascistin’ Limmerickin’ Chicken
Atrocity 07: The Imperative Intermission
Atrocity 08: The White Devil
Atrocity 09: The Plan to Eradicate Weiss Vice
Atrocity 10: The Milky of Hope
Atrocity 11: The Power of Nippon Imagination
Atrocity 12: The Assault on Washington
Atrocity 13: The Evils of Richard Rooadoot Ratters
Atrocity 14: The Battle of Black X White
Atrocity 15: The World Where Evil Won
Atrocity 16: The New Future
Atrocity 17: The World of Boundless Color