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One war...

A fleet of warships are seen flying through the sky of the Council. In the biggest one, a figure dressed in black armour holding a giant Warhammer is seen sitting on the throne.

Two sides...

Looking at a screen, a woman with long blue/black hair in a white combat dress and golden armour is seen glaring at the ships coming.

Twelve heroes...

Soon the screen shows a circle split into twelve sections with twelve different animals on it.

One victor.

The woman then says one line.

Brunhilde: Activate...Project: Zodiac.

An army of Omniacs are seen marching through the streets of the city but soon they see the face of Brunhilde.

Brunhilde:  That's far enough, Dark Nebula. Turn around or suffer the consequences.

Another screen turns on to show the leader of the Omniacs.

Dark Nebula:  Really? And who will stop me? You? Or that pathetic council? Nothing will stop me from dominating the multiverse!

Brunhilde just smirks.

Brunhilde:  I tried to warn you. Zodiacs! Unleashed!

A roar is heard, causing the Omniacs to look around.

Ash Ketchum:  When I went on my journey, I didn't expect to be recruited to save the multiverse.

Ash Ketchum is seen walking up to the army, holding a PokéBall with Pikachu by his side, on all fours and ready to battle.

Asta:  I know! I thought that I was in a different Kingdom!

Asta is seen flying on his Demon Slayer sword before he leaps off it and grabs the handle, holding it in front of him.

Casey Rhodes:  Please. You got to have read a story about this. As a Power Ranger, it's kind of a requirement.

Casey dives down in his spirit form, already in his ranger mode as he takes his Jungle Chucks.

Hibari:  I just hope that this won't be messy.

Leaping down from a rooftop, Hibari is in her shinobi outfit with Ninto by her side.

Predaking:  Hmph. Pain or not, we need to show these 'creatures' that their deplorable behaviour will not be tolerated!

Predaking dives down in his dragon mode before shifting to his robot mode, claws ready to attack.

Solid Snake:  That's war, Predaking. Right now, we have a job to do.

Solid Snake materialises from a building, pistol ready.

Tempest Shadow:  He has a point. But this may be the chance to wipe my slate clean.

Tempest Shadow trots up to her teammates, her horn sparking with magic.

Sairaorg Bael:  Either way, you have to admit, this wasn't what we planned on doing for our evenings.

Sairaorg Bael floats down with his wings flapping before they retreated back into his back. He flings his jacket to one side as he cracks his knuckles.

MK:  I know, right?! I was planning on gorging myself on noodles and playing some Mecha Brawler with Mei!

A large staff soon bends to where they were. It turns to a regular size as MK is seen spinning it as he gets into a stance.

Arthur Morgan:  Still can't believe that this shit is real. I mean, invaders, new machines and this multiverse bullshit? What did I come back alive to?

Arthur Morgan is seen on his horse before he gets off, taking out his revolver to point at the army.

Danny Phantom:  Welcome to the life of a hero. We got cookies.

Floating up from the ground, Danny Phantom hovers in place as his fists glow green with ecto energy.

Inosuke Hashibara:  Who cares about that?! I wanna start pummeling the shit out of these guys!

Dropping down, Inosuke Hashibara takes his swords out and brandishes them.

All twelve heroes watch the army, united to defend the multiverse.

Who will win?

Brunhilde/Dark Nebula:  ATTACK!

The Omniacs roar as they charge but the Zodiacs rush forward to defend the multiverse.

This is...

PROJECT: ZODIAC

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(Play: The Journey Starts Today by Walk Off The Earth)

Walking down a dirt path, with nary a creature or human in sight, there were two beings walking along.

A 17-year-old boy with bronze skin, spiky black hair and hazel eyes as well as two z-shaped birthmarks on his cheeks. He was dressed in a blue, sleeveless jacket under a white shirt, black shorts and red trainers with a red and white cap on his head and a green backpack on his back.

On his shoulder was a yellow mouse with brown eyes and red cheeks and a tail shaped like a lightning bolt.

As they were walking, they heard animals calling.

"Huh?" The boy said, the mouse's ears picking up the sound.

"What's that noise?" He said as he ran to where it was.

When they got there, they saw a group of men in black vest loading a variety of creatures into cages on truck.

"Oh no you don't!" He said as he and his partner leapt down.

One of the poachers saw him and alerted his friends.

"Guys! We have company! It's the World Monarch!" The man said as everyone saw and grinned.

"Get your Pokémon ready!" The leader said, as he held a red and white capsule. They all threw them into the air letting out a pack of large black and grey hyenas, all growling in anger and anticipation.

"Seven on one? Should've brought more guys. Pikachu! Ready?" HE asked his partner, who's cheeks began to spark in anticipation.

Soon all the goons yelled.

"MIGHTYENA! ATTACK!"

The Mightyena all rushed forward, fangs bared.

"Quick Attack, Pikachu!"

Pikachu soon began to zip and zoom out of the way of every bite and scratch of the Mightyena, before he turned and slammed into three of them like a yellow pinball, sending them back.

One tried to bite the mouse, but he jumped up and slammed his tail on the head with a silver tail.

"OK, now you made me mad!" The lead poacher growled as he then threw two more PokéBalls, releasing two black and red hounds with white markings and two curved horns. The other poachers did the same thing as they released large purple, four-winged bats and the same hounds as the leader.

"Houndoom from below, Crobats from above! Get that brat and his little mouse!"

"Oh, now you are in trouble! Pikachu?' The man looked at his trainer with a nod and soon, let loose a powerful electric yellow aura that made a crater on the field.

All of the Pokémon sweated at the sudden increase in power as well as the poachers.

Except for one, who grinned greedily.

"Oh, now those rumours are true! Ash Ketchum's partner can achieve such a powerful form!"

"And here is something special for ya! Pikachu, Thunderbolt!"

The poacher then yelled.

"All Houndoom, Flamethrower! Crobats! Use, Air Cutter!"

All the Houndoom soon opened their mouths and let loose a torrent of fire while the Crobats flapped their wings and fired razor winds at the two.

Ash and Pikachu grinned with confidence.

"Let it loose!"

Pikachu soon fired an extremely powerful bolt of lightning, that could be seen from miles away, overpowering the flames and air easily.

By the end of it, aside from the Pokémon in the trucks, all the poachers, Crobats, Houndoom and Mightyena are out cold and smoking.

The poachers all tried to run away, but Pikachu quickly fired an ElectroWeb, snagging them all and paralysing them in their place.

Soon, Ash got out an orange phone with a grin on the back, allowing it to float in front of him.

"Call Officer Jenny and tell them I have some poachers that need to be caught." He said.

Soon, all of the poachers were rounded up and put into a truck.

"Thanks for your help, Monarch. We were after these guys for a while now." He said, saluting him.

"No worries. I was just glad I was in the right place at the right time." He said with a grin as Pikachu leapt onto his shoulder.

Soon, he and Pikachu began to walk away from the site.

"Where are you heading off now?" She asked.

Ash smiled as he picked up a stick and held it in front of him.

"Wherever the road takes me." He said as he threw it in the air and letting it land.

Soon he and Pikachu began to walk in the direction of the stick, not knowing where their new adventure may be happening.

"It's never about the destination. Sometimes, the best thing is the journey."

Zodiac of the Rat: Ash Ketchum, The World Monarch

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(Play "NEver Giving Up by Rustage)

Out on a grassy hill as the sun set upon the area, there was one person currently doing some training.

The person in question was a teenage boy with spiky grey hair and green eyes. His build was very broad and muscular with large muscles and pecs, while he was dressed in a tight black shirt, which was open to show his body, black pants with a brown belt and satchel and blue shoes with a black robe around his shoulders that also had a black bull head with a golden outline insignia. Around his head was a black headband with a golden bull insignia as well as a red demonic marking. Hovering beside him was a tattered, black book which had a five-leafed clover on the front and was glowing an ominous red.

Soon, he felt something from behind.

"You might wanna come out! I know you're there!" He called out.

Soon, flying out of the forest were a group of people in burgandy cloaks, their faces covered with hoods as they rode on broomsticks, and several other grimiores were floating in the air.

"How did you find us?!" One demanded, a red grimiore floating beside him.

"Wasn't hard. Sensed you from a mile away." Asta said with a grin.

"Whatever. Time to take you out and collect our reward!' He said as he charged a fire ball. 'Die, magicless trash!"

The wizards all threw them but Asta quickly drew a dirty looking broadsword from his grimiore, batting them away.

"That all you got?" He asked before he charged to them, ready to swing. Another mage rushed to him, fist encased in stone ready to punch but Asta quickly blocked it with his sword before he kicked the mage back. He then leapt into the air and brought the blade down, knocking the mage out.

Another shot a geyser of water at Asta, who blocked the attack without looking before he then took out another sword, this one being thinner and had markings on it. Spinning around, Asta became a tornado, cutting the magic down.

"Black Hurricane!" He yelled as the mage was assaulted by the swords as he was sent flying away.

"Gah! Wretched brat!" Another yelled, using his magic to ensare him in vines. However, Asta had an arm free and used the thinner sword to free himself.

"Nice try! Did you forget this is an anti-magic sword?!" He yelled as he then launched a wave of black magic at the magic, knocking him out.

"DAMN IT!" Another mage yelled as he then opened his grimiore

"Curse of Endurance! Drain!" He yelled as Asta was drained of his stamina.

"Huh?" He said as he felt tired.

"HAHA!" What will you do now? My curse is absolute!" The mage said in glee.

Asta looked unimpressed as he then took out a third sword with a curved edge, slamming it onto the ground and dispelled the curse.

"This sword can break curses, man!" He yelled as he then threw the sword at the mage like a boomerang, the metal knocking him out before he could blink.

The last mage soon began to froth in frutstration.

"I WILL NOT LOSE TO SOME MAGICLESS BRAT! POSSESSTION MAGIC! GOLEM WARRIOR!" He yelled, as his magic flooded the area and formed around him into a giant golem

"WHAT WILL YOU DO NOW?!" he yelled.

"Liebe?" Asta asked.

"Don't have to tell me twice." A devil version of him said as the two merged, with Asta now covered in black markings covered his body and he had two large wings sprouting from his back. He then drew a large black Katana from the book.

"You're going down!" He said as he flew at high speed, just as the golem began to launch a fist. Asta quickly cut down the fist with ease before flying high and land a precise stab onto the arm, flying up and dragging his sword across it.

The golem roared in pain as it tried a hammer strike but Asta kicked the head back before flying straight with a stab to the chest, bringing it out.

"Time to end this!" He yelled as Anti-Magic coated the blade as he raised it in the air, the size increasing.

"Demon-Slasher: Infinite Slash Equinox!" He yelled, slicing through the golem as the final mage fell from his position.

"Im...possible..." He gasped, landing on the ground in a heap, out cold.

Asta returned to normal and raised his sword into the air, roaring in victory.

"Never give up on your dreams. Always keep moving towards them as with hard work, you will reach it, no matter what gets in your way."

Zodiac of the Ox: Asta, The Anti-Magic Knight

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(Play: Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor)

In a lush green forest, the sounds of grunting and screaming were the only sounds that penetrated the tranquil environment.

In an open clearing was an adult in his 20s, with short brown hair and brown eyes that showed mischief and experience. He had a toned body fitting of a martial artist, dressed in a red jacket with black markings and a claw emblem on the right side. On his right forearm, was a tattoo with the same markings.

This was Casey Rhodes, and right now he was in the middle of his work out.

On a stone platform, the young man was busy practicing his katas, moving his arms into different positions. Angling his fingers into claws, he began to strike the air like they were claws, using his arms to block and sweep the air like he was attacking something. He then swung his legs, kicking the air as well as kneeing it before performing an incredible backflip kick before landing in a pouncing position.

"OK...Kata's done. Now for the weapons." He said as he then picked up some nunchucks and soon began to swing them.

With each movement, the bars rolled over his body, from his shoulders to his waist, each movement moving faster as waves of energy emitted from them before he unleashed a wave of fire.

Putting them down, he then picked up a pair of sabres, swinging them with precision, moving them like they were ocean waves before doing a final swing which ended with the blades sticking out like shark fins.

Putting the weapons down, his body glowed red, the aura dancing around him like flames. Moving his hands, he then build up the aura before his hands glowed bright.

"Call of the beast inside! FREE THE TIGER!" He yelled

Thrusting his hands forward, he let loose a large red, mechanical tiger, which roared as it tore through the forest, decimating the trees like plywood.

"Alright." CAsey said with a smile as he grabbed his bottle to drink. Suddenly, he heard a beeping. Taking out of his pockets were a pair of sunglasses with a red frame. Putting them over his eyes, he tapped the side.

"Yeah?"

"Casey! Come quick! WE got trouble!"

"I'm on my way!"

With that, the young man left the jungle, eager to stop whatever was coming.

In a temple, several students dressed in blue martial arts uniforms were busy fighting soldiers what had brown vests, white faces, red lips and their eyes were covered by black scarves.

"Rinshi?! How?!" Casey yelled.

"No clue! We could use your help!" A man in a blue spandex uniform called out as he punched a warrior away.

"Yeah! Morph and help us deal with these guys!" Another voice, female spoke dressed in a yellow spandex uniform.

"On it!" Casey said as he then put on his glasses, tapping the side.

"Jungle Beast!' He said as he brought his arms to his right hip, before punching it then thrusting forward 'SPirit! Unleashed!"

Soon, he was in a red jungle as he began to move his arms, gathering a red aura before thrusting forward, a red tiger leaping through as he did the same, a red uniform wrapping around him before he did a pose with the same tiger behind him.

"With the Strength Of the Tiger, Jungle Fury, Red Ranger!" He yelled before rushing into battle.

Quickly, he landed two solid punches to one Rinshi before backflipping to kick another one down. One Rinshi tried to punch him, but it was blocked before it was punched back. He then grabbed another one and flipped it before kicking the Rinshi away.

"Call of the Beast inside! Free The Tiger!" Casey said as he flared up his aura and unleashed his animal spirit, which decimated a large horde of Rinshi.

"Theo! Lily! YOu OK?!" He called his friends as they went to him.

"Yeah! But we got another lot coming." Theo said, as they saw another group hopping to them.

"You guys get the students safe. I'm gonna end this." He said.

"Right." Lily and Theo answered as they gathered the students to safety.

"Time to end this. With the Strength Of the Tiger!' He said as he was then equipped with red armoured shoulder pads. 'Strike Rider! Cruise!"

Soon a red motorcycle appeared as it then raced to the group of Rinshi.

"High Speed!"

Casey crouched down and was covered by a curve before the front wheel extended to the back as it increased in speed.

"Attack mode!"

The bike lit up on fire as it then rushed past the final group of Rinshi, causing them to burn.

Casey stopped the bike as he got off, just as an explosion happened behind him.

"Oh yeah! Never mess with the big cat!" He said as he raised a fist in victory.

"Everyone starts at the bottom. But if you don't improve yourself, that's where you'll stay for a long time."

~Casey Rhodes, The Red Tiger Ranger

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(Play White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane)

In the busy streets of Shibuya, a lot of people were making their way to their destinations. Office workers were on their phones as they headed back to the office, several students had just left school, with them being done for the day and others were just enjoying a nice walk.

Especially for one individual.

Walking down the street, with a box of mochi in her hands was a young, teenage girl with light pink hair and purple eyes with pink flowers for pupils. She had a voluptuous figure that was lean and a pair of large breasts which strained against her clothing, being a pink t-shirt and a blue jean skirt along with red trainers.

This is one of the many shinobi of Hanzo, Hibari.

"I hope they enjoy the mochi I bought!" She said with a cheerful smile. As she was walking round a corner, she felt a dark presence go off around her.

"Oh dear...what's this feeling?" She muttered to herself as the world around her became hazy and blood red.

"Shinobi Tekkai?' Her eyes then widened as she 'Yoma!"

Suddenly, she was surrounded by different creatures such as skulls with blue flames for eyes, a woman's body on top of a spider and a giant minotaur, who growled at the girl.

Hibari was shaken before she shook her head.

"No time for being scared!"

She then leapt into the air and began to change.

"Shinobi Transformation!"

Her body glowed as she then changed into a different outfit, it being a light pink track jacket with the Hanzō emblem on the left chest area, dark blue biker shorts, black and white socks, and red and white sneakers. Next to her is a cartoonish looking bipedal rabbit with long feet, big angular eyes, visible incisors and a red scarf. He also has a kanji word "忍" (Nin) on his forehead and his fur is a pale pink. This was her pet rabbit and familiar, Hibari.

"OK, Ninto! Let's do this!" She said as the rabbit nodded its head.

The first skull flew to her at high speed, but Hibari countered with a wide kick that knocked the skull into pieces before she then crashed into two more with her body. Her rabbit leapt into the air and did an impressive dropkick on one before charging up a static charge to slam into another.

Seeing a group charging to her, she quickly spoke to her guardian.

"Ninto Vroom!"

Suddenly, Ninto became a cloud that picked her up and was electrified before Hibari rushed to them like an electric cannonball, leaving only the Minotaur.

Hibari then rammed into the man bull, knocking it back before it bellowed and charged to her. Hibari leapt into the air and managed to use the head as a pivot leaping higher into the air.

"Enlarge!"

She then grew giant then stomped hard onto the minotaur, who bellowed in agony. She then shrunk down as she landed in front of the minotaur.

"Is it down?" She asked,

It then stood up and bellowed.

"Guess not!" She yelled as she then ran away as the beast charged at her before she noticed a wall.

"I know!" She said as she then increased her speed, static forming as she then rushed to the wall and did an impressive wall jump backwards.

"Secret Ninja Arts! My Abundant Butt!" She yells out as she then grew giant and fell backwards onto the Minotaur, flattening it again.

This time it wasn't getting up.

The area soon returned to normal as Hibari reverted to her original outfit.

She then saw the box of Mochi utterly ruined.

"Aw..." Was all she said.

Ninto patted her knee to comfort her, which caused the ninja to smile.

"Thank you.' She said as she stood up. 'Looks like we need to get some more."

Ninto vanished as she made her way back to the shop, the sun setting behind some buildings.

"We all face fear. But to overcome and face it head on is the sign of real courage."

~Zodiac of the Rabbit: Hibari, the Rabbit Shinobi

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(Play Draconic Robotics by Thereworlf Media)

Deep in space, there is a lone planet that was a mixture of earth and metal. The red sandy composition blended well with the rusty silver of the metallic areas.

In the middle of the area was a large peak, where a throne was placed, overlooking the area with a symbol, which looked like a dragon's maw. Sitting on it, was the area's ruler.

It was a giant robot with a scaly like body, large claws for hands. The shoulders have large spikes on them with a pair of large wings on his back. His arms also have a pair of large cannons on them. His face had a serious and grim look, which also showed a sense of melancholy and loneliness.

This was Predaking, the leader of the Predacons.

After the battle against Unicron, he and his fellow Predacons were granted a planet of their own, near Cybertron. However, despite having two fellow Predacons as his advisors, he still felt lonely.

He was lucky they were still alive after hunting down Starscream and coming across those weapons, which blasted wounds into their chests. It was luck that they managed to find recuperating chambers, the three entering them to heal.

When they did, Starcream had disappeared. So, Predaking and his predacons flew to find a new home, coming across an area where they could make their new home.

And right now, Predaking was looking over the land, lamenting to himself.

"It's been eons since the war. My predacons have a home to ourselves and I haven't seen hide nor bolt of that scraplet, Starscream. So...why do I still feel lonely?" He lamented.

Then he heard the alert from one of his subjects.

"My leige! We have a swarm of Vehicons coming your way!"

Looking up, he saw a squadron of purple jets flying his way, causing his optics to narrow.

"I see them, Darksteel." He said, standing up from his throne. The jets began to fire but Predaking leapt out of the way and fired back with his cannons, knocking them out of the sky. A few were struck but the remaning transformed into robot mode and soon charged at the Predacon.

"Come! Face me, if you dare!" He bellowed rushing forward.

He stabbed one with his claws before delivering a back hand to another. Firing his canon, he shot the one impaled on his claw and another coming before one leapt to him. Predaking punched it away before kicking another as well. He then primed his blasters and fired a blast of flames at thr gorup, reducing them to slag.

Seeing more coming, Predaking transformed into a giant robot dragon coloured crimson with yellow markings and yellow eyes. He has wings for flight, claws and fangs for close-combat, a tail that can whip about at high speeds to knock away Autobots (or Decepticons), as well as damage anything within its range and use the blade-like projections on the tail.

Taking flight, Predaking slashed the ones coming via the air before swinging his tail to bisect another in half. He then used his claws to tear another one in half before batting two more with his wings and then flapping them, sending them off course and crashing down into the ground.

For the remaining ones on the ground, Predaking then fired a blast of heated plasma, reducing the remaining forces to slag.

Panting, Predaking flew into the air, roaring in victory as the moon and stars shone behind him.

"There is a fine line between confidence and arrogance. Be careful where you lean when walking along that line."

~Zodiac Of The Dragon: Predaking, The Leader of the Predacons

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(Play Smoking Snakes by Sabaton)

[Time: 22:23pm

Location: Florida Nuclear Plant]

It was a dark night, the moon shining down onto the forest as a grey helicopter was seen lowering down to a patch in the middle of the forest. On the side was a logo of a fox holding a combat knife.

There was only one occupant in the helicopter.

A man in his late 50s with salt and pepper hair, wrinkly skin and light blue grey eyes plus a bushy moustache leapt from the helicopter. He had a lean, muscular build with an eyepatch covering his right eye, a bandana around his head as well as a grey bodysuit. Around his waist was a belt with a gun holster and a knife holder.

This was a former member of FOXHOUND now freelance mercenary, Solid Snake.

Snake quickly pointed his gun and saw no one around. Placing a finger to his ear, he alerted a friend of his.

"Otacon, I'm at the site. Doesn't look like anyone is here." Snake said.

"I know, Otacon. Snake out."

Spying a vent, Snake crawled his way through.

He then dropped down and activated his codex, scanning the area.

"Doesn't seem like anyone is here. Why?" He muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Otacon called in a hurried manner.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Snake raised a brow.

"How is that a problem?"

Suddenly, rumbling heard and soon bursting out was a large metal cobra, with red eyes. It opened its mouth to show where the plutonium was stored.

"No...I thought they were stopped!"

Sorry Snake. Looks like whoever stole that plutonium, used it to create a new Metal Gear.

Snake narrowed his eyes and began to shoot, the bullets not doing anything to the metal plate as he then rolled out of the way from the gatling in the maw.

"Otacon! What you got?!"

"No time for that!" He yelled, as he then lobbed a grenade at one of the eyes, the blast destroying it.

orry. Either way, the plutonium seems to be inside the mouth. If you can find a way to remove or destroy it, it should shut the gear down.

Snake saw a crane hook in the corner of his eye and nodded his head.

"I got an idea." He said, moving out of his hiding place.

Taking a grenade, he quickly launched it at the other eye, which detonated and destroyed its other optic. The snake soon began to shake as it began to fire in an eratic manner.

"Now's my chance." He said as he then scaled the scaffolding, and quickly shot the chain. LEaping from the railing, Snake grabbed it and swung his way to the open mouth of the mechanical cobra.

Taking out his knife, he jammed it into the gun, activating the taser which caused it to short out before seeing the source of the power.

"Bingo."

Grabbing the plutonium, he grunted as he then managed to yank it with all his might, taking it out which caused the snake to shut down.

Leaping from the mouth, he placed a finger to his ear.

"Otacon, I got the plutonium."

Good. But you may wanna run. I did a sweep and it looks like someone rigged the gear to blow if the source was removed without the proper code.

Snake's eye widened as he then saw the giant snake spark.

Running quickly, he just busted through the door as it blew up, the blast sending him flying in the air. Luckily, he did a roll on the ground, plutonium still in hand.

"That happened."

Yeah...I'll bring the helicopter around. Still surprised you're still doing missions like this.

As the helicopter landed, Snake soon climbed into the vehicle.

"I may have left FOXHOUND, but I'm still a soldier. At least this way, I can decide my own jobs without any ulterior motives."

"Yeah. I'll meet you back at base."

With that, the helicopter flew into the night sky.

Mission Accomplished.

Fast forward a few years, Snake was sitting on the porch of his cabin, admiring the sunset. He took a drag of his cigarette and let out the smoke.

"Fun times..." He said with a tired grin.

"The thing about the past is that there will always be remnants of it. The best thing you can do is acknowledge what had happened and move on. Lamenting on what could happen will only block your way to the future.

~Zodiac of the Snake: Solid Snake, The Perfect Soldier

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(Play: Open Up Your eyes by Tempest Shadow)

The bright sun glared down on the empty wasteland, its heat burning the area like it was roasting it alive. There was no one in sight, with only a few plants like roots and cacti everywhere and the occasional tumbleweed.

There was one place. A simple town, filled to the brim with reptilian creatures and humanoid boars, with depilated buildings and vandalised walls everywhere. The markets were silent with no one in sight. However, there was activity happening in the local bar.

Inside, many rough looking creatures was drinking and doing their own business, either illegal or close to being criminal. Everyone was slouched, glaring and having their drinks.

Suddenly, the doors shot open and everyone turned to see who entered. And soon, everyone glared as they recognised the figure.

It was a unicorn with a dark orchid coat, a mulberry coloured mane styled into a mohawk and moderate opal eyes, with one of them having a scar on it. Interestingly, her horn was broken. She was right now dressed in a black bodysuit with a sun hat over head as she trotted to the bar, ignoring the looks.

This was Tempest Shadow, a former member of the Storm King's armada.

"Cider. On the rocks." She sighed, taking her hat off.

"Sure." The bartender grunted rudely as he poured one into a mug and handed it to her with a slam.

Tempest took a sip and let out a sigh of bliss. It had been a long week for her, fixing up the Storm King's mess and she was starting to get thirsty. By chance, she ran into the one place she didn't want to be. Kluegtown.

"Well, well. Look who it is." A gruff voice spoke.

Soon, a scaly arm was around her shoulder but Tempest didn't pay attention. Soon, she was surrounded by the entire group of outlaws and renegades.

"The former general of the Storm King...now a wandering vagabound. How the mighty have fallen." The boar creature said with a sneer as everyone chuckled.

"What do you want?" She bluntly asked.

"Payback for one. You owe us after your boss turned the place upside down! And for giving me a pounding in front of everyone!" He said as he slammed a fist into his hand.

"We all want our pound of flesh!" A mole creature yelled.

Tempest sighed. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Look' She turned to the crowd. 'I am only hear to set things right. Why don't we let bygones be bygones and become friends? If not, have a mutual understanding." She offered with a smile.

The lizard creature smiled menacingly.

"This ain't that ponytown you were from. ONly one rule. Fight or flight." He said as everyone bared their claws or took out weapons.

Tempest sighed again. She then let a tired glare show as her horn sparked

"Well, I tried." She said before she fired a blast of lightning, which sent them flying.

One lizard got up and tried to scratch the unicorn but she bobbed and weaved out of the claws before backflipping and kicking the lizard in the chin, making hip do a flip in the air as he landed with a thump.

Two tried to rush her from both sides, but the unicorn ducked under the swipes before doing a break dance to trip them up before flipping to her hooves.

"Anyone else?" She asked.

Everyone roared as they charged to her.

Tempest crouched down to get ready for combat.

A boar tried to charge at her but Tempest leapt up and bucked him in the head, making him stumble and crash into the bar, knocking him out.

She then dropped down with an axe kick to another lizard, sending him sprawling. She then sparked her horn and blasted lightning to a trio of diamond dogs, shocking them into unconsciousness, before bucking a chair at a lizard, which slammed into his torso and sent him flying out of the bar's window.

Tempest then looked at the remaining two: A humanoid iguana and a naked mole rat, both wielding swords but were shaking from the brawl.

"Wanna try your luck?" She asked in a cold tone.

The two dropped their weapons and ran off screaming.

TEmpest sighed as she deposited a bag of bits onto the counter. The barkeeper just looked on with an impassive look.

"That should cover the damages and drink." She said.

"Thanks.' He said as he took the bag. 'You know this town won't change into a friendship paradise like Equestria, right?"

Tempest stopped by the door.

"It's not about spreading the message. It's about making things right." She said as she left the bar.

The bartender just looked on as he began cleaning the counter.

"I wish you luck." He said.

Tempest said nothing but left the town into the sunset.

"Not everyone will be willing to forgive and forget. When that happens, it's best to just accept it and move on."

Zodiac of the Horse: Tempest Shadow, The Unicorn Storm Soldier

Chapter Text

(Play: Undefeated by Skillet)

It was a pitch black night in Kuoh.

The stars shone in the night sky, all was quiet.

However, in an abandoned warehouse, things were about to change.

Flying in the sky was a handsome young man with spiky black hair and violet eyes. He had a muscular build that were forged from years of hard work, exercise and combat. Right now, he was dressed in a black muscle shirt with red patters, black jeans and combat boots.

This was the Strongest Young Devil King, Sairaorg Bael.

It had been only a week since the battle against the Red Dragon Emperor and his cousin's peerage. He may have lost the title, but he didn't lose the support of his peerage nor his many fans as well.

They all agreed that the battle was a close one and it could've gone either way. There were a few annoyances, such as Zephydor and his annoyance of a father, who all claimed he was unworthy.

His peerage defended him and was eternally grateful for that.

Now, he was planning on training for a rematch against Issei. Getting stronger, learn new skills and help his peerage grow.

But right now, there was something that needed to be taken care of.

"So, the stray devil is here..." He said to himself. He then grinned as he cracked his knuckles.

With a swift kick, he broke the doors down.

"Stray Devil, Heller. YOu are guilty of killing your Master. By order of the Lucifer, your end shall be swift!" He announced.

"Oh really?" A raspy voice spoke. Soon, coming out was a giant of a man, covered in black tendrils, with a deranged smile on his face as he bared his fangs.

"Like I will be afraid of the Fallen Young Devil King." He said with a raspy laugh.

"Oh, you poor bastard..." Sairaorg said with a smile.

Heller rushed to him, claws bared, but Sairaorg dodged, moving to the left as he then appeared behind him.

"I haven't lost my touch." He said before rushing forward.

Heller roared as he fired his tendrils, but Sairaorg dodged them all with ease, appearing in front of him then slamming his fist into the Devil's tendril wrapped gut. Heller bent over his fist before Sairaorg delivered a powerful uppercut to his chin, sending him into the air.

Next, Sairaorg leapt up and delivered a powerful ax kick to the head, sending to the floor before he landed and gave another harsh kick which knocked him into a wall.

"What was that about me losing my touch?" Sairaorg asked, as he cracked his knuckles.

"Grrr...I WON'T BE DEFEATED BY A MAGICLESS BRAT!" He yelled as HEller, soon began to maneuver his tendrils around him to form an armour, which made him look like a dark wolf.

"ANY LAST WORDS?" He yelled as Sairaorg raised a brow.

"Let me get loose." He said as the runes on his arms came off. Soon, he began to glow white.

"TOUKI!" He yelled as he rushed to Heller, fist ready.

Heller bared his fangs, but Sairaorg dodged out of the jaws' way, performing a powerful uppercut, which sent the devil flying higher than before. He then allowed his wings to shoot out of his back, flying high before he did a powerful hammer blow, sending the devil to the ground.

"THIS IS THE END!" He yelled, as he ruhed down with a powerful punch. He flew as fast as he could, building momentum as he launched his fist through the roof. When it made contact, the impact caused a shockwave, which in turn caused the building to come down.

Sairaorg stood up, and looked down on the corpse of the Stray Devil.

"I told you that your end would be swift." He said.

He then got a call from his peerage.

"Kuisha?" He asked.

"Took care of the Stray?" A female voice asked.

"Yeah. Tell Sirzechs to get a clean up crew to take care of the mess." He said.

"Will do. And come home. Mistress Misla is waiting for you." She said.

"Will do." Sairaorg spoke with a smile.

He then expanded his wings and flew off into the night, leaving the warehouse in its rubble.

"In a battle between hard work and talent. Hard work always prevails."

Zodiac Of the Goat: Sairaorg Bael, The Top Young Devil King

Chapter Text

(Play: Everyone's An Outlaw by Bryan Martin)

In the blazing hot sun of the desert wastelands of Ambarino, the sun burned as its heat roasted the land. The sound of a steam engine chuffed as it raced along the tracks.

Looking from a cliff were a group of men, all dressed in blue shirts, brown vests, jeans and boots with gun holsters around their waists.

"Alright, boys.' The leader spoke as he turned to his group. 'When the train stops, we're gonna strike. Anyone there is either target practice or we loot them for cash."

"Right!" The other outlaws said as they made their way to the train as it slowed down.

Soon, they train slowed down and the outlaws made their way to the passengers getting off.

Before they could do anything, a gunshot rang out.

Everyone jolted and saw who fired that gun. Sitting on top of a brown Mustang was a 36-year-old man with light brown hair, a bushy brown beard and green eyes. He was wearing a blue polo with dust marks all over it, grey overalls and black boots. Around his neck was a black scarf and his waist had a gun holster on a belt around it. On his head was a black Stetson. In his hand was a revolver, which was smoking as he pointed it to the sky.

The outlaws knew who this was.

"Arthur Morgan.' The lead outlaw growled. 'What are you doing here?"

"Dutch has claims to this. And don't want some upstart jackasses stealing his bounty. So piss off, and I'll let you go with your teeth intact." HE said.

"Grrr...We planned this for a while! Like hell we're giving it up! Boys, get him!" The lead said as they drew their revolvers.

Arthur quickly leapt off his horse as it galloped away from the fight as Arthur hid behind a rock and fired as well. After a few missing shots, Arthur rolled out and fired at one of the opposing outlaw's legs, making him tumble from the shot as blood gushed out from the wound.

Spinning the gun around, Arthur fired again, hitting one in the head and watching him fall in a heap.

"Two down. Three to go." He said as he switched to his shotgun, loading two shells and taking aim.

One outlaw tried to come out of hiding but Arthur was ready as he fired his shotgun, blood splatting all over ground as his chest was blown out.

Another quickly charged with a knife and made his way to stab the cowboy. But Arthur dodged the slash and slammed the butt of his gun to his face before knocking him out with a punch to his jaw.

The final outlaw took out his revolver and grabbed one of the hostages, pointing the gun at his head.

"Hey, Arthur!"

Turning around after slashing the down man with the knife, he saw the lead outlaw.

"Now that is just pitiful." Arthur said with a shake of his head.

"Now now. You don't want the blood of this man's death on your soul." The other outlaw said, scaring the man.

Arthur said nothing but lined up his revolver. As the other one was speaking, Arthur saw the whole world slow down as he lined up his shot.

"-And soon, ol' Dutch will be forced to work for-" He didn't get to finish as he was silenced by a well-aimed shot.

"You talk too much."

Soon, all the hostages came up to him

"Thank you very much! What can we do to repay you?" The driver asked.

Not wanting to lose an opportunity, Arthur spoke.

"You guys got any food or drinks? And some cash as well?" He asked.

Soon, the hostages gathered what they could find. Good whiskey, fresh meat and veg and a good amount of cash as well.

"Thanks. Be seein' you." Arthur said with a tip of his hat, as he mounted his horse and rode away.

Months later...

Arthur, now skinny and very sick, looked at the sun setting with a smile as he laid down.

"That was one hell of a ride..." he said as he closed his eyes for the final time.

If only he knew that death was just the beginning for him.

"The best way to live your life is to live it without any regrets. That way, when you look back, you will die a happy man feeling fulfilled."

Zodiac of the Rooster: Arthur Morgan, The Outlaw that Found Redemption