so i had a bit of writer's block with my persona 5 x rwby fanfiction. that's why i'm writing this one to at least have some new ideas.

That or I'm stuck on not knowing what too write. So enjoy this new fanfic made by a fourteen year old kid.

"If your ultimate persona describes you the best. then wouldn't you be a demon lord's resurrection?"

trickster

A word akira was well known for. It describes him the best. He was the chosen trickster to save the world. He defeated the tyrannical rule of the God Of Control. He overcomed the unjust game he was forced into.

He was a Phantom Thief along with his friends. They reformed society changing the hearts. Making rotten adults confess their sins.

Through the power of bonds he was able to summon he's ultimate persona. The Rebel King Of Hell: Satanael. Satanael was a massive persona rivaling the size that of the God Of Control.

The persona of the fool arcana describes the true spirit of a trickster. If Arsene is the rebel soul within him then Satanael is what akira truly is.

A trickster is what he is. A wildcard and most of all a human. Akira did all of that be just being a human.

Going over the memories of what he had been through made akira reminisce about all of the friends he had been made to leave behind. Anne Takamaki, a half American outcast, Ryuji Sakamoto, a blonde kid-teen who had been falsely punished, Yusuke Kitagawa, a boy who saw the world as a piece of art, Makoto Nijima, a student council president who had feared being seen as useless.

Futaba Sakura, an incredibly intelligent social outcast with a knack for computers, Haru Okumura, a girl who had the pressure of her father bearing down on her shoulders and of course.

Morgana, the cat who definitely wasn't a cat despite the appearance he took in this world. They were connected by their mutual desire to break free of society's chains and by a special power residing within them.

Persona

Only humans are able to use the power of persona. Every human can use a persona but it has a price that very few are willing to pay. The only way to get a persona was to let your true self out. Then ripping the mask off mind you it was very exhausting. The rush of power would be overwhelming.

However that power was long gone. With the metaverse gone akira and he's fellow thieves were nothing more than high school students.

"Hey, akira you okay." Akira heard a high pitched voice. Looking down on his bag a small hard popped out. This was Akira's friend Morgana he is a cat that's definitely not a normal cat.

"Yeah, I was just thinking.." akira answered. Still looking at the same page of the book he was reading for ten minutes. Akira was no longer in his shujin school uniform. He was now in his casual clothes. A unbuttoned black blazer over a black collared off-white long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes.

"Well get a grip! We're almost home, by the way would it be still be considered a new school?" The cat questioned, akira let out a small smile. "You make it sound like I haven't been back in a long time when it really is just one year"

"We have now arrived at Kuoh station. We have now arrived at Kuoh station. Please make sure to take all of your belongings with you when you disembark and please, have a nice day."

It didn't require words for Morgana to hide back in the bag, only his head popping out as akira managed to make his way through the crush common in the daily work routine. Kuoh was a highly regarded place.

Known for a brilliant output of intelligent and successful students, beautiful greenery and the wonderful housing that seemed like magic.

Which would be somewhat the idea why akira was made hastily to leave the sooner the better. the picture perfect view Kuoh outputted meant any threats to that had to be dealt with appropriately and thus, any students from any of the schools caught doing criminal activities were to be harshly punished or made to leave on probation.

It left a bad taste in akira month that he's own parents shipped him off without hesitation. But that doesn't matter anymore he is back whether they like it or not. And with that akira went to where his home was.

Entering the modest place, akira realised how quiet it was. There was no mother waiting to greet him with a nicely good meal before cooing at Morgana, nor was there a father waiting to speak about how he always knew something seemed fishy.

The kurusu family was one of those family that held great honour. So when akira had a criminal record that was a big no to the kurusu family so they did the most logical thing they thought was right.

And that was to ship off akira to Tokyo for one year and be done with him. But at least they got someone who would look after him. Unwilling of course who would want a kid with a criminal record under your watch?

He was payed to do it. But as time went on sojiro become less of a boss and more of a father figure. Akira was a man that you can turn to in your time of need. He wouldn't judge you, he would listen to you. He would help you with your problems.

The trickster was looking through the pile of latters. Akira idly discarded the ones that were of little importance, bills that would be paid for by his parents regardless of their dislike for him, but fell upon a single letter that might've made his heart drop a small amount.

"So they still don't want me huh? I guess it wasn't the criminal record then." The boy commented as he read through the letter of declination from his school.

Considering that he had been expelled already, there was little chance that the school would welcome him back as that would meant accepting that they were wrong and who on earth would want to do that? "Maybe I would've breathed some life into that place."

"I guess that's where the second letter comes in, right?" Morgana added, pawing at the second near polished letter. Unlike many of the other ones that were clearly done formally and on mass production, the second letter from a school had been done with a giant emblem upon the front, the paper looking like it had been made from metal made malleable.

as akira cracked open the letter. Kuoh academy had originally been an all-girls school, but it had recently changed into co-ed in an attempt to increase its low numbers born of high entrance expectations. It said that he would be able to enroll this Monday. Looking at his phone the date was Saturday meaning akira had two days before he would enroll.

"Next monday huh? I guess we have two days off. I'll see if my room is still intact." Akira commented. Morgana nodded getting out of akira's bag and onto the house floor stretching. Akira went upstairs to where his room was located.

Opening the door akira was surprised by the room. It was untouched and still intact. Akira was sure he would have to replace everything he owned back together.

He looked around and saw what he wanted to see his family picture. There was a five-year old akira smiling brightly with two adults they had smiles on their faces. They were Akira's parents this was one of akira light-hearted moments.

He was so young and innocent, naïve. Akira wished he could relive those days. But he can't that was the past. now all that matters is the present akira will grow stronger so he can overcome the hardships that will come.

However for now he would like to have a walk. And so akira went Downstairs spotting Morgana. The two locked eyes Morgana knew what akira was doing. So he nodded and went upstairs to Akira's bedroom.

Akira now knowing that Morgana doesn't mind him going out for a walk. Akira put on his shoes and went to his destination.

He had been to a church before. But that was to be with his star confidant. Even then he would sometimes go to the church when he was younger.

But now It was ironic being in a church when you have a demon lord inside of you. Satanael the second son of God. The being that bestowed free will and chaos to humanity. Was his ultimate persona.

And opened the church doors and found himself lost. He doesn't know why he is here but it felt like he was drawn to the church which he can not explain. Was it because he had a fallen angel turned demon lord inside of him Or what? he can't explain it.

"Um… Excuse me. Would you be here to worship as well?"

The voice nearly caught him off guard, but he managed to turn around evenly enough. There, facing him with curious green eyes, lay a blonde girl of childlike stature. Clothed in nun's garbs and wrapped in a pure sort of innocence, she seemed to have much more of a reason to be here than he had.

"Ah, well there was no reason I should be here but it seems that you have a much more reason to be here than me."

"Oh, nonsense." The girl giggled slightly, even as a smile lit up her face. "God's love shows no prejudice toward its recipients." Suddenly, the girl's features flickered with self-doubt, only to revert back just as quickly. "At least, that's what I believe."

"You know, contrary to how it may appear, this church had been abandoned until recently." This surprised him. This church was a landmark here in kuoh. What changed?

"Well I will leave you be. As it seems that you have your reasons being here." She bowed and walked away. Akira was standing in the doorway with a deadpan face. Shaking his head he went inside the church and sat down.

He then began to prey. Which again was ironic for a demon lord.

A week has pass since that day. And akira was here back at the church. Where he met the girl.

He only got as far as the door handle. However he heard sounds, sounds that he thought was just his imagination. Until it repeated over and over and over. There was no mistaking it what he heard was not his imagination.

They were the sounds of someone struggling free.

He stayed there for a second thinking he was just going insane but when a piercing cry of pain was heard from within.

He couldn't just stand there anymore he opened the door. And after a quiet glance of his surroundings, his impressions were proven correct.

All he saw was unfortunate chaos lay before him. Formerly arranged wooden pews lay scattered across the nave. Great swaths of sky tore gashes across once in-tact glass windows. Yet what truly caught his eye was the scene at the altar.

The nun where before, was now garbed in the robes of a priestess, chained to a crucifix in helpless surrender.

And four figures, unidentified by their black robes and turned backs, yet no doubt responsible for her condition. Anger went through Akira's mind.

He took another. vengeful step into the chamber. This time, it did not go unnoticed.

"I-Issei? Is that–" The girl's whisper cut off as she stared at him in shock and disbelief. "No, it can't be… It's you?"

Her voice must have carried in volume, for the other four, too, jerked around in apparent shock. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, they only smiled crudely once they met his eyes.

"What's this a human? I must say, we were expecting someone else, but this happenstance is equally delightful."

The three stepped back in disinterest once the fourth raised her voice. A bearded man lounged against the altar's walls, arms across his chest. A blonde girl, seemingly no more than eleven, took a seat playfully on one of the upturned pews. A brunette woman, expression set in boredom, draped her arms over a chair.

Of course, he knew what they were. The black wings. The tainted auras. They gave everything away.

They were fallen angels.

But it still didn't stop the speaker, with a smile as wide as it was perverse. His whole body went tense. Alerting him of the danger that was coming.

"You can die as well."

With that she through a light spear at akira. Who was able to dodge in time. However he was met with two more weaponized constructs, pointed squarely at his person. He managed to shrug off one the spear having been released sloppily and with contempt but the second had more focus. More precision to its trajectory.

His shoulder certainly paid the price for it.

"Stop it Raynare!" Asia gasped, even as her bounds held her in place. "He's just an ordinary human! He's not involved with me, with Issei, or with any of this!

Akira would agree with her. If the pain in his shoulder had anything to say about it but he couldn't leave a girl who looked liked she was about to die which was going to happen if he didn't arrive.

"Oh? You're implying that I should care?" The woman's face stretched into a leer. "Very well. Then let me offer you a piece of advice, human." Spiked heels clicked across marble as Raynare grew closer. "Interfering with us. Trying to save her. It's all in quite bad taste. So, I'll offer you a deal."

He stood unwavering, even as Raynare's eyes grew within mere inches away from his own.

"Leave now. This girl – this priest that healed the likes of demon kind – is no angel. No saint. She's not worth the time or trouble. So why don't you leave her to us, and forget all about what happened here?"

He dared a stared at the chained girl and he saw and confirmed what he suspected. The fear. The shame. They were plastered all over the young girl's face.

But, after another moment, he remembered that he also knew the Fallen. And Raynare, was it? certainly didn't appear to be the type that had her heart aligned with honest intention.

"No."

He watched as the girl's face broke out in disbelief, and as Raynare jumped back and snarled with a ferocious intensity.

"So be it."

The assault was renewed, and he hissed again as another spear grazed his cheek. As more and more light spears were sent his way. He was lucky he was surviving this long. But it seems that luck just ran out as a light spear made it's way to his left shoulder. Gasping in pain making him fall down on his knees as he held his injured shoulder.

"It appears that I've played with you for far too long now." Suddenly, the coldness of her demeanor opened up to reveal a sadistic smile.

Eight projections two for each Fallen manifested themselves then, each yielding a different variation of the same serrated spear. Curiously, he noted that three of his attackers maintained the slightest degree of sympathy for his circumstance. He was far too injured.

Still, he managed to dodge four of them. One aimed at his head, two for his chest, and another at his hip. The others, however, hit their mark. And it was the same damn shoulder. He was in so much pain that it was a miracle that he was still awake.

"Ah, yes. Now this is how it should be." Slowly, Raynare descended from her perch, hand reaching out to mockingly caress his cheek. However what she was going say next was the final nail to the coffin. "Lesser beings like you had no right to be crafted by Father. We are gods compared to you. Gods. Please, remember that when we judge you for your crime of existing."

He snapped his head. promptly, and the Fallen nearly recoiled in surprise. All his life he was judged by others. And a damn God didn't give him a choice as he was pulled into a game he had no part in!

"How perfect it seems you still have some fight left in you."

He felt another sudden stab of pain, and looked down at his stomach, where a new hole had been created.

"I can no longer watch this go on." out of everything he would hear. He heard a voice. A voice filled with wisdom one that came to his call on his darkest hour.

He felt the rush of power taking over him the power he thought he was lost but now it was back.

instead of a cry of pain they heard a chunkle. Akira still had the spear stuck inside of him. He instinctively pulled the light spear out.

The fallen present were shocked as this human pulled out a light spear without any problems. Akira had a sinister smile plasted on his face.

In an instant blue flames begun to dance on akira as chains came out of him. He was back in his thief form again the chains fell into his hands. He thought that can he do it again? Would it work.

Akira did not hesitate he grabbed the chains and reeled it back before throwing it forward. Breaking the chains as flash of blinding light took form. Those that were present shielded their eyes.

And when they died down. All they saw was the same human. But the boy was with a towering figure beside him the figure still forming.

I Am Thou, Thou Art I

Those were the words that akira missed, the power behind the words was overwhelming.

Born From Loyalty And Yet The Symbol Of Betrayal, I Lead Those Shunned By All

He almost forgot the feeling of having this kinda of power again. It was like the time he had to awaken the power for the first.

I Bought Free Will And Chaos To Humanity, I Am The Second Son Of God: I Am Satanael

All of the fallen present began to quake involuntarily, the sheer power of the voice pushing them to their knees. From azure flames came a steadily growing figure with a demanding presence, his aura instilling fearful respect in all.

Twelve wings grew from the grey and black from Satanael's body, six leathery and featherless, while the other had six raven feathers covering their entirety. black hair, with crimson red eyes staring the fallen.

"S-S-Satanael…" Raynare stuttered

Akira smiled.. it seems that his journey was just beginning.

So had this idea in my head for so long that it really was annoying.

Now why satanael? Because I had too! I mean come on! He is a fallen angel turned demon lord! What more can you ask for?

That's why I chose him. criticize me if you want you can't argue that satanael is so fuckin awesome.

-Zuskato