Author-San: Sup! Here to introduce a new story I've been working on for a few weeks now. I went down nostalgia lane and got to play God Eater 2 Rage Burst, one of the best games – in my opinion – in the world. I loved every second playing it. Hell, I already hit the two-hundred hour mark for my game!

And this story I've made, is just my way to commemorate this game for being my favorite. And this story starts after GE2RB. So if you guys haven't played – or watched, whatever you prefer – this game, then I highly recommend checking it out.

But without further-adu' let's get this show – story – on the road!

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{Chapter 1: The Start}

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In the year 2050, monsters disguised as Gods and Goddess erupted from the Earth's womb and decimated everything in their way.

Man, women, children, everything. No modern weapon could harm them, no force could halt them, their hunger for blood and flesh unquenchable. These violent gods were almost unstoppable.

Well, almost.

In the year 2056, six years after the violent gods – or Aragami some have called – destroyed most of the world's population and civilization, weapons that could finally harm these almost unstoppable gods were made.

And these weapons were made from the same material that the violent gods are made out of.

Only a god could harm another god.

God Arcs, the weapons that could finally bring humanity salvation. Weapons that could finally stop and possibly fight back the scourge that has plagued the world.

But, victory isn't determined who is stronger, smarter, or more resourceful.

No, it is determined by how much one will risk just to reach it.

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In the middle of a destroyed city, a city that once stood proud and mighty, but now broken and forgotten, was a young man, no older than eighteen at best.

The young man had spiky and slick-back silver hair, some even falling down his forehead in an almost lazy manner. He had a strong chin and narrow, garnet eyes. His posture was lax but on guard. He wears a black jacket with a badge over a white t-shirt with a red tie around his neck. He also wore a pair of black slacks and black shoes.

But the most distinct feature was what the young man was carrying over his shoulder and the black armlet on his right wrist.

A long pole-arm with a dark-silver scythe-like blade attached at one end of the pole. There was also a silver cannon-like part protruding out of the bottom part of the base of the pole, with two segments of a black-and-silver shield at each side of the base.

To some, it looked like something out of an angsty teen's imagination.

But to many, this thing was a weapon of salvation.

"Wonder what's for lunch today...?" The young man mumbled to himself as he walked, looking off into space, not knowing the danger he was in.

Not far from the young man, a two-legged furred, white beast with a tail that looks like a demon's face was staring intently at the man from atop building, its mouth dripping saliva.

With a ferocious roar, the beast leaped at the young man, using its tail as a makeshift springboard. The beast's jaws were wide open, showing a cave full of sharp teeth that could mince even stone to dust.

Within a few moments, blood will be spilled.

But not the young man's.

The young man spun around, both dodging the white monster's pounce and swinging his scythe at it, cutting the creature in half like a hot knife through soft butter. Luckily, no blood sprayed on the man, only on his weapon.

The two halves of the beast fell on the dirt with a wet splat, with the young man still without a care. "Hmm... I think we're having curry tonight...?" He turned to an abandoned building. "Hey, Nana! What's for dinner?" He shouted, shouldering his bloody scythe. "Is it curry?"

A head poked out of a broken window. A girl with black hair and two hair-spikes that could be mistaken as cat ears. The girl known as Nana wore a white, very short tube top. She wears a short, pink hoodie which has a black-colored hood instead. She also wears a pair of pink gloves and black armwraps. And wears black shorts and a white belt with a golden buckle. Lastly, she wears a pair of black and pink riding boots, with her right leg wearing some sort of a black legging while her left one has a belt strap instead.

Strangely enough, those pieces of cloth she call clothes didn't mind her one bit, even when the air was chilly today.

But the strangest thing was the giant, pink hammer she was holding. The hammer too has a segmented shield attached to the sides. Same with the black armlet around her wrist.

"Hmm..." She tapped her chin before shaking her head. "Nope. Pretty sure Mutsumi said we're having beef teriyaki tonight." She said as she stepped out of the abandoned window, her hammer held lazily in hands, even though the weapon could have easily weighed a ton or more. She walked beside the young man, and rather close too.

"Welp. Better than nothing, I guess." The young man said out loud. "Still, kinda wanted something spicy. You know, to keep the blood pumping!" He said with a smile.

Nana giggled. "Captain, you always eat spicy food." She teased, walking backwards with her hands and hammer behind her. "Maybe try eating something different for a change? You know you might get a tummy ache if you continue to eat more spicy foods." She said with a little bit of concern.

"No worry, Nana!" He exclaimed. "Your leader has a gut of steel!" He gave his abdomen a pat, emphasizing his point, which only earned him a giggle. "Hey! It's true!"

Nana continued to giggle, holding her sides in both pain and laughter. "C'mon, Captain! You still remember the Bean and Spice incident, right?"

"In my defense, I didn't know those spices were bad... gas?" He said slowly, not sure how to refer it. And this made Nana laugh harder.

"P-Please stop! H-Have mercy!" Nana laughed, stopping in her walk to hold her sides in pain. "I-I can't... can't take it anymore!" She then finally fell over, rolling in the ground in laughter.

The young captain watched her with a smile, seeing her laugh and happy was good.

"Yo, Captain!" Someone called out to him, making him turn his attention from Nana to the speaker.

A young man with short blond hair and blue eyes stared both at him and the rolling Nana on the ground. He wears a customized hat that covers most of his hair. He wears an orange and white small jacket with the collar extended outwards that covers over a black shirt with a gold-colored zipper, with striped black-and-white sleeves, and checkered shoes.

And yes, he too was holding some kind of weapon. He held an oversized sword – with a segmented shield attached to the sides – that could easily be used for crushing or slicing foes in half. And he too wore a black armlet around his wrist.

"So... What I missed?" The blonde asked his captain. "Don't tell me Nana accidentally made some kind of pill that makes you laugh uncontrollably?!" He said with pure horror written on his face.

The captain shook his head, amusement on his face if his smile was to go by. "No, Romeo. She's fine. She just remembered something funny, that's all." He said with a reassuring smile.

"Really?! That's a relief..." The blonde now named Romeo wiped his nonexistent sweat off his face. "So, what's the joke?"

"Um, ah, It's better you don't rememb-"

"Remember you farted so hard that Ciel thought she heard Cappy's stomach rumble!" Nana said through her giggles and snorts of laughter, making her captain red in embarrassment.

"Oh! That! The Bean and Spice incident!" Romeo too joined in the laughter, using his oversized weapon as support. "Oh gosh! I can still smell the fumes!" He continued to laugh, smacking his thigh.

Both of them were laughing, all the while the young captain was being drowned in embarrassment. Having Nana laugh at him was okay, but having both of his teammates laugh at him was too much.

Just wait for all of Blood to hear this and remember, they would never live it down for the next two months or so.

"Oh, come on, guys! That was just one time!" The captain whined, his arms falling flat on his sides in both despair and embarrassment.

Sadly, they ignored him and continued to laugh at his face.

"Oh man! C'mon, guys. At least give me a..." He quickly sidestepped a barrage of sharp, bone-like spikes directed to him. His scythe then changed into a large cannon and fired a literal ball of fire at another one of those two-legged beasts, burning it to nothing but ash. "... Break." He sighed, turning his attention to a pack full of those same two-legged beasts.

His two companions also turning the pack of monsters, albeit with a giggle and laugh here and there. "Oops! Might have accidentally lost focused on my Blood Power." Romeo nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "My bad..."

"Well... At least they're just a bunch of Ogretails, right?" Nana said with a face of an optimist.

Suddenly, two giant, tiger-like beast dropped down from atop of a building, wearing capes of red that sparked with volts of electricity. Each of them giving an even fiercer roar than the last.

"Um... Well... At least they're just Vajras, right?"

Then another beast dropped into the middle of the monster horde. And this one was far different than its lesser brethren, seeing that the others backed away from it from either by respect or fear.

It looked like a giant wolf with white-hair fur and cape-like tendrils coming out atop of its body. It had two large, heavily armored gauntlets at the front, heat clearly generating from it. The wolf easily dwarfed the small tiger-like Vajras.

The wolf then released a loud and massive howl, an aura of blood red surrounding it like a tornado of dominance. With the other beasts roaring or howling as well.

"... Well... At... least... we're-"

"Nana, please, no more..." The captain sighed, transforming his cannon back into a scythe. He pressed both of his index finger and middle finger on to his ear, his earpiece coming to life. "Fran, do you read this?" He asked through the comms, while Nana and Romeo both prepared their own weapons respectively.

"Copy, Blood Alpha. There are a total of six Ogretails, two Vajras and one Marduk in your vicinity. Can you confirm?" A feminine voice told him through the radio.

"Yeah, Fran. They're here, staring directly at us like Nana watching choice-cut beef cooked." The captain joked, getting a whine from said girl behind him, and getting a small giggle from his earpiece. He too readying his own weapon. "Are there anymore coming?"

"No. Nothing but Zygotes are around your current vicinity, and far too between with each other to pose a major threat."

"Good. 'Cause..." He brandished his scythe and swatted away a bolt of electricity aimed at him, disappearing into nothing but small sparks. "I'm feelin' real hungry right about now!" He showed a bloodthirsty grin before charging straight at the horde, both of his companions following suit.

The monsters let loose a cry of battle before charging straight at the trio of humans, ready to sink their teeth into soft and scrumptiously sweet flesh.

Too bad they weren't the ones who'll do the devouring.

The captain pulled the end of his pole-arm, hearing a shriek of pain before a black, grotesque, spiky head with multiple glowing, yellow eyes formed out of the scythe, devouring one of the Ogretails whole before transforming back into a scythe. He felt an incredible rush of power wash through him, his blood pumping through out his body like no tomorrow.

Nana then jumped over her captain and slammed her hammer down on a unfortunate Vajra, crushing the little kitten with sheer force and weight alone. But she didn't finish there. Her hammer then opened from behind, showing a single rocket-thruster inside.

The thruster came to life, giving even more than a boost, turning the Vajra that was already crushed into nothing more but a bloody stain on the ground.

Romeo then went around Nana, transforming his oversized sword into a cannon and firing a barrage of fire and frost, decimating the rest of the Ogretails. "Oh yeah!" He cheered.

Suddenly, a large, gauntlet paw swatted him, but luckily he was able to transform his cannon back into his oversized sword and use the shield attached to it to block the attack. But the force made him crash into a window of another abandoned building.

"Romeo!" The captain shouted in concern. But he immediately deployed his own shield, a pair of clawed paws smashing on to it.

The Vajra growled at him, its cape flaring up with sparks of voltage, forming a ball of electricity aimed at the young captain. But the captain used his strength to push the Vajra off of him. Using the extra boost he got from devouring that Ogretail, he darted to the Vajra and extended his scythe, turning into a literal cleaver with black, jagged teeth. He then cleaved the Vajra in half before it could even hit the ground, nothing but blood splashing to the ground.

With all but the Marduk dead – only using its lesser brethren as cannon fodder or distractions to get a hit – the captain and Nana glanced at each other.

The captain gave her a nod.

Nana gave him a smile.

And the Marduk released another howl, its red aura surrounding it once more.

"Blood Alpha, the Marduk is calling for more Aragami! Find an opening and dispatch it before more come." Fran said through the captain's earpiece.

"You go it! Nana!" The captain charged straight at the Marduk, his scythe trailing just behind him.

"Aye-aye, Captain!" Nana revved up her hammer's booster before shooting past her captain and smashing her hammer on to the Marduk.

But the Marduk was able to use its own gauntlets to block the brunt of the attack, but it was pushed back from its sheer force. It was about to retaliate with a claw swipe, but the captain appeared above it and spun his scythe in a complete vertical circle, extending his scythe and hitting the Marduk straight on the head.

The attack cut a deep wound on the Marduk's forehead, causing blood to seep out of its wound. It gave a fierce howl of anger before its gauntlets lit up red, heat emanating from it. It then smashed its gauntlets on the ground, causing the area around it to explode into smoke and blaze.

It used the recoil of the explosion to go over both the captain and Nana, landing just behind them.

And behind the Marduk was an abandoned building.

"Romeo, now!" The young captain roared through his earpiece while he charged straight at the Marduk, his scythe glowing red, intensifying with each second.

The Marduk widened its eyes, turning around and seeing a blonde boy falling down from the building above it. An oversized sword then smashed on to its back, breaking and cutting its cape-like tendrils. The Marduk howled in pain and anger, about to swing its paw at the boy.

But Nana used the distraction to smash her hammer on the Marduk's unprotected side, causing it to bite off its own tongue and temporarily suspending it in the air.

Just enough time for the captain to extend his scythe, elongating farther than before. An aura of blood red surrounded him, empowering his swings. He swung his scythe around, making a deep gash on the suspended Marduk. He then swung again, this time cutting off one of its gauntlet limbs. And as the final blow, he swung his cleaver-scythe down on to the Marduk, bisecting the wolf beast into two.

The two halves smashed on to the floor with a splat, the light in its eyes snuffed out.

The captain sighed a breath of relief, using his knees as support while he took long breaths. "Mission is a success, Fran!" He said through his earpiece, a goofy smile on his face.

"Good. As always, Blood Alpha. Get ready for extraction, over."

"Copy, Fran. Copy." He said before his arm went limp to the side, feeling the sudden exhaustion from using his skill. His skill uses a lot of stamina to activate, but the pay-off is definitely worth it in the end.

But still, it's a pain to use.

"Yo, Captain! Did ya see me out there!" Romeo jogged up to him, his smile like a child waiting for a compliment from his seniors. "I was like all, watcha! Hiya!" He then imitated one of those martial artists from way back to prove his point. It did get a giggle from Nana though.

"Yes, Romeo, we did see that." Nana giggled at the blonde boy. "Ain't that right, captain?" She saw her captain breathing deeply, his brow covered in sweat. "Captain? Captain Amon, are you feeling alright?" She asked, concerned for her captain.

The captain now named Amon waved it off, taking a deep breath before standing straight. "Yep. Never better, Nana. Nothing to worry about." He flashed her a reassuring smile, causing the girl's cheeks light up. "My age might be getting to me?"

"Dude, you're in your late teens..."

"Hey! At least a guy could try and act old. Right?" Amon winced from the backhand compliment. "Still, this has been the third sweep this week, and still the Aragami seem to come back to this place."

"Maybe it's migration season?"

"Romeo, these things aren't real animals, remember? They look like animals but they aren't. They're just a colony of cells – that eat basically anything – that looks like animals or creatures that come from old myths and legends." Amon said to his subordinate, watching the Aragami corpses disperse into nothing but black dust. "That also don't leave bodies behind. Sheesh! Seeing it a hundred times by now, and I still can't get use to seeing that..." He mumbled the last part to himself, feeling a small shiver up his spine.

"Heh... I... I knew that...!" Romeo chuckled, scratching the back of his head while his cheeks heated up from embarrassment. And Nana just giggled at him.

"Or maybe the Aragami are really hungry and just want to have a snack?!" Nana suggested, her smile little too bright.

"Nana, the cells inside the Aragami can eat anything. They can even eat the dirt if they wanted to." Amon answered, his amused smile growing even wider. "How about we leave the thinking to Director Sakaki for now, alright?"

"Aye!" Both Nana and Romeo voiced out their agreement.

"Alright! Now let's go home and get some well deserved rest!"

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"Where the hell is my well deserved rest?!" Amon groaned, in front of him was a coffee-table overflowing with stacked papers and documents.

He was inside his quarters, writing papers upon papers of reports, some needing his signature while others were needed to be checked by him.

"I apologize, Captain Amon, but these reports have already been delayed for a few days now." A pair of fair, delicate hands dropped another stack of papers on to the poor coffee-table, scaring the young captain half to death.

The person connected to those delicate hands was a teenage girl with pale-white skin, silver hair and silver eyes. She wore a gothic Lolita dress with a corset and a pair of black boots. Her hair was tied with two black pins to make a pair of ponytails; twin tails.

Around her wrist was also a black armlet. But the most distinct feature she had was the expression on her face. Her face was stoic as a rock, showing almost no signs of emotions yet her eyes held warmth in them.

"Captain, these reports are very important. It is our duty as God Eaters to report anything about the missions we go on. It is mandatory for you to complete all this paperwork today. Understood?" She questioned her captain.

"Yes, Ciel, I know. I just... wanna take a break before doing this." Amon had to hold back a yawn of exhaustion, stretching his arms a bit to wake himself up. "Still, is this stuff really important?" He picked up a paper from the pile.

"Of course, Captain Amon! This Intel might help us fight off the growing Aragami horde. Knowledge is power, a wise man once said." The girl now named Ciel said, placing another heavy stack of papers on the coffee-table.

"No, I mean this." Amon showed her the paper he was holding. "Write a two thousand-word essay about the mission with the help of the vice captain? Ciel, you wrote this." He pointed out, the writing could even mistaken for a print out but was clearly handwriting.

Ciel's hand writing was somehow stiff yet elegant, in some way.

"... I have no clue what you are talking about, Captain." Ciel denied, but deep inside she was sweating inside from being found out. "And if I were to have written that, I would have done it for the betterment of the unit." She said, placing one more stack of papers.

"Okay, where are you getting all these papers from?"

"Never-mind that, Captain. Please check these first." Ciel handed him a light-blue folder.

"Ugh." Amon groaned, taking the folder and opening it. "Again, this is your handwriting..." He mumbled out, taking a pen and beginning to do the dreaded paperwork.

After taking care of almost all the paperwork on the table, Amon leaned back into his couch, feeling its comfy warmth envelope his sore back.

"Ugh... I feel nothing in my right hand..." Amon winced when he tried clenching said hand, only to feel absolute numbness from it. It didn't help that he felt the weight of the armlet on his wrist. "I am so tired right now..."

"Here. Let me help you, Captain." Ciel sat down next to Amon, confusing the young captain until she grabbed his head and placed it down on to her lap, his head setting to the side.

It took an entire minute for Amon's brain to process what was happening before he felt blood rise up to his cheeks. The warm, soft thighs were sending waves upon waves of pleasure through Amon. Joined with how Ciel was playing with his hair, it was practically paradise.

Amon was pretty sure Haru would kill an entire horde of Aragami just to get in his position.

And that was saying something about the old pervert.

Thus came an awkward silence – for Amon, at least – with Ciel continuing to caress his hair. "... U-Um, Ciel?" Amon stuttered out, cursing himself.

"Hmm? What is it, Captain?" Ciel tilted her head.

"W-Why are you doing this, exactly?"

"Well. I read from a book that if a person is exhausted, they can rest on another person's thighs as a substitute pillow, of course with the other person's consent." Ciel said, finding the lamp next to her very interesting. "Or am I wrong?"

'She isn't wrong or right...' Amon thought. With nothing better to do, he instead relaxed on Ciel's warm thighs. He felt he could fall asleep on them.

"So, how was the mission?"

Amon turned his head to Ciel, accidentally tickling her with his spiky hair. He saw two things. One, Ciel's cheeks were bright red. Maybe she was feeling hot?

And two...

Amon quickly turned back to his side, fighting back the raging blush he was sporting. He gulped down a lump from his throat before answering. "U-Um, we fought a Marduk today." He answered while he tried to cleanse his thoughts of any... sinful activities.

He shouldn't really think about that, especially that she was his teammate. Especially, that she was younger than him.

"A Marduk? With only you, Nana and Romeo?" Ciel played with his hair, smelling his scent. "Do you still remember when we; you, I and the rest of Blood used to have trouble with combating even a single Kongou? It took us more time to catch it than try to land a hit on it." She giggled, finding the memory funny. "You would even try to use flash bangs on it, but it would always be too far away to even get caught in it."

Amon chuckled, remembering it as well. "Yeah, I do. And to this day, I still can't get a hit on those rolling bastards!" He said, making Ciel giggle. "Heck! I remember how I learned that my scythe could extend even farther than my usual wide arcs. That helped a ton."

"Ah, yes. I remember that as well, Captain. Do you also remember..." Both Ciel and Amon continued to laugh, joke and remembering about the pass, the time when they were still fresh recruits.

Amon cherished these moments, moments were he felt safe and comfortable. These moments always reminded him why he fights, the reasons he and many others risk their lives out there in the world; peace.

Amon felt at peace.

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In the far reaches of a barren wasteland, buildings demolished to ruins and plant life nonexistent, a pair of Ogretails, giant two-legged beasts, were chomping on a decaying corpse of a Vajra, one of the more mightier beasts of the food chain.

Sounds of flesh torn and sundered, blood trailing down from both Ogretails' boney chin.

While they were busy enjoying their meal, a large shadow silhouette loomed over them.

Suddenly, a pair of giant hands slammed down on both Ogretails, crushing them from sheer force alone. Fortunately, they were still alive, only struggling under the weight of the hands.

Unfortunately, they were better off dead right about now.

Black tendrils sprouted out of the hands, latching on to the Ogretails. The two small Aragami began thrashing around, pain evident from their constant roaring.

Then, the Ogretails started to grow in size. Their bodies bulged in mass, their small pupils turning blood red with nothing but rage in them, their teeth and spikes turning sharper and jagged.

After the hands lifted themselves off the two Ogretails, the newly transformed Aragami stood tall, easily dwarfing their old forms in size. They then let loose a monstrous roar, their mouths foaming with both saliva and red blood.

Their eyes were filled with nothing but rage, no instinct whatsoever.

A Vajra thus appeared out of a corner, watching the two Ogretails before letting loose its own roar. It then charged at the two Aragami, its cloak lighting up with electricity.

One of the transformed Ogretails smacked its tail at the charging Vajra, the force itself tearing about half of the Vajra's face off.

The Vajra slammed into an abandoned car, its body limp. The two Ogretails roared in dominance, rushing to the Vajra corpse and continuing their meal. They ferociously torn the Vajra apart, body parts and blood flying everywhere from their hasty feeding.

The large silhouette left, disappearing into the shadows.

Its moment will come, in due time.

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Author-san: So, how was it? Was it bad? Good? Needs improving? Just write a review and let me know.

Oh, and also, I'm not gonna include anything that is outside GE2RB and GER content. I'm gonna write my own story, but I might include tid-bits but only tid-bits.

But still, thanks for reading. Bye-bye!

Edit: Oopsie! Forget to add my character sheet. This is just something to help you guys imagine what Amon is.

Edit: Have you ever fucked up so bad in your life, you actually forgot how to discern between left and right... Well, I have!

Character Name: Amon

Hairstyle: Style 4

Hair Color: Whitish-silver

Top: States M1W Coat

Bottom: Reaper Slacks

Skin Color: Fair

God Arc

Main: Good Harvest (Scythe)

Gun: Reinforced Blast (Blast Gun)

Shield: Shirogane Shield W (Shield)

Blood Art: Blood-Drenched Fang