Fanfic #6 The Requiem of Remnant by The Black Mage of Phantasm(JoJoxRWBY)

A jojo and rwby crossover that revolves around Giorno in the world of rwby. The fighting scenes are awesome and it doesn't focus on the rwby main characters.

Synopsis: He was not aware of how he got to this new world. He could not see a way to return home. Some might say he had nothing...but they would be wrong. He had his wits, his skills, and most of all, his ambitions. And even in a new world, there was still an underworld of crime he could rise to the top of. A golden wind is about to sweep through Remnant.

Rating: M

Words: 135k

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12469849/1/The-Requiem-of-Remnant

Here's a part of the first chapter(couldn't paste the whole thing):

It was over.

His body and clothes that had once been caked in blood were free of any signs of the red liquid. Bruises that were once present on every inch of his skin had disappeared from existence. Bones that had been crushed and pulverized to dust were now completely restored.

His eyes looked around and took in everything. The various buildings surrounding the street he stood on, the bright blue sky, and the radiant sun.

And then he looked at his friends.

A man with a diagonal grid patterned hat. A girl with pink hair in the shape of a whirl. The people who had supported him throughout this final battle, the two who had stood by his side throughout their strange and dangerous journey. Two people he had grown to care about like the family he never had.

The only ones left who had survived along with him against the demon.

They were smiling, and they had every right to. They had done what no one thought was possible. They had beaten the man who was practically invincible. The creature so desperate to kill them he went to extraordinary lengths to do so. A man that even he, for a moment, thought would be the end of him, was now suffering through a fate worse than death. After killing so many of their friends, it was fitting that the bastard went through a special type of hell for all of his crimes.

They had lost so many people, but now their departed friends could get their long overdue rest. Their friends would not return, but that did not matter; for the animal responsible was dead and their deaths were now avenged. They had finally defeated the malicious demon that had been so determined to stop them. The man that had hurt so many, whether by himself or through his pawns, would never again be at peace. He would never again take pleasure in profiting from the misery of so many people. He had tried to avoid the inevitable to his very last breath but he had failed. With him dead, everything he had ever lived for, the empire he had meticulously built for years, a life full of power, a legion of loyal soldiers. Everything he had ever worked for was now for nothing.

Because for a man who was neither dead nor alive, wealth and respect did nothing to help him avoid his tortuous fate.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, he too smiled. Their journey had come to an end. They had never given up, and now, they could finally stop. They could stop thinking of ways to outsmart their enemies, stop worrying about being pushed into another life and death struggle, and to stop agonizing over where assassins might be waiting to strike.

For they had survived.

And he had just achieved his dream.

It was over. Finally, after so long, it was over.

And he had never been happier in his entire life.

He was about to open his mouth to speak. To tell his friends the same news they had no doubt just realized themselves, but he would repeat none the less. For it all seemed like a nightmare they would never wake up from, and it was still shocking that their ordeal had finally ended. He would have told them how glad he was that they had finally won. How they should all feel victorious. For no matter what they might say, it wasn't just him that had beaten the bastard. They had all played vital roles in his defeat. He might have landed the finishing blow, but without his friends, he would not have survived this battle.

He would have told them that they needed to make sure to get their other friends' bodies back and give them proper burials. This moment of triumph was jubilant, but that did not mean they could pretend their friends hadn't lost their lives to the demon.

Not that any of them could forget.

No doubt they had the same thoughts, so they needed to move quickly and preserve their bodies. He would have told them all of this, and throughout his words, they would still hear it. The voice reminding them they had succeeded, a specter of their friends that would say they were proud of them for finally overcoming that bastard.

The little sound in their heads that would repeat over and over again, like the noise itself could not believe that it was really over.

If he had only had gotten the chance to speak.

But before a single word left his lips, he heard it.

Nothing around him seemed out of the ordinary. Nothing was out of place. Not the buildings or birds that flew in the sky and not a single object he saw looked dangerous at first sight.

Yet his ears could suddenly hear nothing but a menacing screech. The malevolence from the scream devoured the air. He could feel it slowly approaching him with a sadistic grin.

He began to sweat, his hands clutching into fists. His muscles began to tense as he felt his breathing become erratic. He never lost his composure easily, only on rare occasions did he ever his emotions run on their wild course freely.

But the sudden coldness that engulfed him, even though it was still sunny and warm, told him how dangerous the situation he was in truly was.

And for once, he had not a single clue as to what was going on. The screeches only rose in volume with each passing second and they showed no signs of stopping. The malevolence got closer and he could feel it grip his legs. He could not think of any reason why he was suddenly feeling so much dread. He had just beaten a man who held a fearsome power, so why was he so... afraid.

He hated to admit it, but right now he was scared. He attempted to seal away his dread so that he could focus, but it was too strong, too massive to completely vanquish. It was like he was being engulfed by terrifying shadows, and as they expanded and slithered around him, they became all the more frightful.

He looked to his friends, and they were still smiling. Even though the screams silenced every other sound around them, they didn't seem to hear it. Even though the malevolence was only inches away from engulfing them with its feral smile, they didn't notice. Even though his body was shaking more and more, despite his efforts to stop it, they didn't seem to care. Were they still to overjoyed at killing the bastard hunting them like animals to realize what was going on? No, they couldn't be that blind. His friends were just as attentive as him when it came to even the tiniest of details. And seeing him, a man who always had an iron hold on his emotions shaking like a leave from fear should have immediately signaled that something was wrong. So why then did they not react to-.

Suddenly, the screams stopped. They had been replaced by a new noise. One that was so much worse than the shrieks.

Laughter.

It started off low and deep, chilling his already freezing body as his heart began to slam against his ribs. It was a disturbing laugh; each baritone chuckle held so much malice that he could feel it grip his throat. The menacing darkness that emitted from each chuckle embedded itself firmly into his spirit as his breathing came to an abrupt halt.

And the laughter only grew with each second that passed. It became darker, bordering on maniacal, and easily engulfing his thoughts in an immense fear. He had never experienced anything like this before, and it was absolutely horrifying. The only thing he could do was tremble and do nothing. He had just attained power that would make others run away in terror. He had finished a journey no one thought could be completed. He was a man who was closer to achieving his dream than ever before, and should not let anyone dare try to stop him. After everything he had been through, after fighting for so long, he should have been more than ready to face whatever being was laughing.

So why was he still shaking?

Why were the howls of laughter so disturbing to him? Why did he suddenly feel like he was staring into the eyes of something more powerful than any other man he had ever faced? Why did it feel like he was facing off against something otherworldly, something that demanded everyone and everything to show it their respect? Why was that underneath the fear drenching his very soul, there were lingering sparkles of awe and admiration for the being that had suddenly appeared.

And that was when he realized what he was facing.

A monster.

A true, unholy, monster.

The thing he had fought before, the man who had caused him so much pain, was just that, a man. Every person he had fought against had been the lowest scum the world had ever produced, but they were still human. It was only now that he realized what it meant to be a monster. To be a being that with just its existence can bring others to their knees from unrelenting terror. A creature that could channel malice into the air and use it to suffocate those around it. A being that could use the darkness that was born from its core to rip and gut anyone who it deemed unworthy.

A monster that could and would kill anyone that it wanted to. A demented creature that had done so many appalling things; killing him would just be adding to the ever-growing list. To the monster, he was nothing but a speck that was barely noticeable to his great gaze.

And such a being was standing right behind him.

Suddenly, the world around him changed. The sky, once so blue and bright, had turned into a new color. Now he stared up into a neverending world of purple, and in the sky, he could see the lights from distant stars shining down on him. The ground before him had seemed to turn to water, but somehow he was still able to stand on top of the weak surface and not plunge underneath the seemingly bottomless abyss.

And then he saw his friends.

Every single one of the people he had fought with now lay on the water-like ground. People he had lost on his journey, men who had accepted him, men who stood by his side and trusted his decision, even men who decided to walk away from their group were there lying on the floor.

But the thing that made his heart stop was the fact that they were all drowning in blood. The awful liquid poured from a number of holes and gashes on their bodies, mixing with the glittering water they laid on and giving it a disgusting red sheen. Their bodies were cut like meat prepared by a butcher. Limbs sliced and torn so thoroughly he could see their pink muscles that should have been covered by skin. Large chunks of their flesh were scattered on the ground, and the chunks seemed to rot quickly as a foul smell reached his nostrils. Their eyes were gouged out of the sockets and leaving only bleeding holes in their place.

It took everything he had to not let out the bile rising in his throat. It took every ounce of willpower he had to not fall to his knees and stare at the corpses of his friends. For if he did he might never get up again. He took a step back as his shaking grew worse, and the horror twisting and slithering around him only became so much more terrifying. The fear rooted within him grew more powerful with each second, spreading and mangling every part of his body in its vicious grasp. He struggled to even form a cohesive thought, sweat now cascading down his skin like waterfalls. Eyes wide and bulging, his trembling had gotten to the point where he could barely even stand properly.

This shouldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening. They had just won, they had finally reached the end of their journey. They had beaten their powerful foe and should have been celebrating right now. Instead, he was forced to stare at their lifeless bodies. His two friends who had gone through hell with him were now dead. The only people who he had left were gone. The ones he would have repaid for all their sacrifices and hard work had they all gotten back to where they were supposed to be were now swimming in their own blood.

And now he would never get the chance to thank them.

Now, his only friends had been killed by a demon far more horrible and menacing than anything he had ever seen before. Now, they had been slaughtered by a monster that was as spiteful as it was powerful. A creature that would take pleasure in seeing those who dared to oppose it descending into despair.

He was left alone to face such a being.

And he was prepared to do just that.

His fear was quickly burned to ashes as rage flared and consumed his soul. He would not let this stand; he would not let this go unpunished. His shaking soon stopped as he clenched his hands into fists. His fury was unforgiving and vengeful, flames that would not stop destroying until he was satisfied. He would not let this demon get away with this. Not when he had finally beaten that psychotic man. Not when it had just killed the only two people left in the world he truly cared for. He did not care how malevolent it was. He did not care what kind of abyss it had risen out of. He did not care if he was facing Satan himself.

For anyone that dared to make him this furious would face a wrath so blazing it would burn the very ground they stood on. He was prepared to unleash a hell unlike any other on the fool that had just made the biggest mistake of their life.

But he never got a chance.

For he blinked, and then he felt pain.

He looked down, and saw a fist had pierced his chest. His blood splattered against the ground; a distorted painting of red soon forming on the water-like floor. Crimson liquid dripped down from the massive fist, radiating such foul malevolence it assaulted every one of his senses. His world became blurry as darkness rose in his eyes. Slowly, the monster removed its hand from his body, and he felt all control of his legs leave him as collapsed to his knees. He raised a trembling hand to his chest to try and stop the rivers of blood leaking from his body. His efforts were in vain for blood still freely gushed from his wound.

When... How?

Agony unlike any he had felt before enveloped his body. He had gone through so much pain on this journey, been forced to suffer at the hands of strange and terrifying abilities, and had gone through torture he sometimes relived in his mind. But no pain he had ever felt set his nerves on fire. No man he had ever face was able to send his body into a roaring torment that caused every muscle inside him to scream. He would be screaming as well, but he was unable to say anything more than muffled gasps.

The darkness continued to twist and crawl in his eyes. The shining stars did little to illuminate his vision as more blood fell onto the floor. He couldn't believe he had been so careless. He couldn't believe he had been so easily defeated, and he could barely understand how. He never even got the chance to use his powers before the monster had already crippled him. He had been treated like a fly being swatted out of the air; easily killed in one precise hit.

He had failed.

He had tried not to focus on the cruel despair swallowing his stomach, but even amongst all his pain, he could still feel it. Could feel it biting away at his very essence, could feel the little hope left in his body rot away as he coughed yet another glob of blood. He had never known such relentless anguish in his life. Any chances of avenging his friends had just been crushed. Any chances of winning had now been effortlessly destroyed underneath the monster's boot.

And now, he was going to die. He knew that there was no escape. No plans to get him out of this hopeless situation. No last minute inspirations that would allow him to snag victory from the monster so close to snapping his throat in two.

No friends to save him when he needed them the most.

He wanted to curse at all the unfairness, to scream to the heavens at why he was forced to go through such a hell. But he knew that would be pointless, both because he could barely even breathe, and because it would not change anything.

It would not change his reality.

And then, as the darkness almost completely engulfed his eyes, and as his heart began to slow down, he heard it.

The monster's footsteps as it walked in front of him.

And then, it spoke.

The voice was so sweet, so inviting that the benevolence from the words wrapped around him like a hug. It was so warm; he thought he was lying beneath the sun on a pleasant summer day. At the same time, the shadows that secreted from each syllable choked at what little life he had left. He could feel the malice created by the demon's mere stance begin to gather around his bleeding from and eagerly await to slice away at the helpless man lying in a pool of his own blood.

And for some reason, lying in between the malevolence and the warmth, those words sounded... Familiar to him.

"MY-."

He could not make out the rest. For his ears had shut down right after the first word. The darkness distorting his eyes had finally completely enveloped his vision, and the last thing he saw was his own blood mixing with the watery floor as his heart stopped beating.