Inevitable

"All that fucking matters is that you hurt my children... My family... My Mikasa."

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

The wind roared, as if the world itself recoiled from his fury. The veins in his arms bulged, his muscles coiling with something monstrous.

"I'LL KILL YOU... I'LL KILL THEM... I'LL KILL THEM ALL!!!"

A sound tore from his throat—inhuman, raw, something between a snarl and a scream, filled with nothing but devastation.

His Titan marks ignited.

Crimson lightning crackled through his veins, bursting from his body like chains shattering under pure, unrelenting wrath. His body trembled uncontrollably, a storm raging within his very core.

A deep, scorching pain clawed up his chest, and then—his shirt burned away as his skin blackened forming a pitch dark growing patch. Searing orange veins pulsed beneath, spreading like molten cracks in the earth, a wound carved by his fury itself.

His vision darkened at the edges. His fingers curled into fists, nails digging deep into his palms with blood dripping to the ground, sizzling against the rising heat of his body.

Scarlet flames rippled with every exhale he took, bursting out in the wind, waves of raw power rolling off his skin.

His eyes—no, the abyss that once held them—glowed with something unholy, something ancient, something unstoppable.

"I'LL KILL YOU!!!"

A bolt of lightning tore through the heavens, striking him like a judgment from the gods.

The world erupted in fire.

The Attack Titan materialized.

But this wasn't the Attack Titan.

No—this was something far, far worse.

Scarlet-red eyes burned like twin dying stars, hollow and filled with nothing but pure, undiluted wrath. His hair, wild and untamed, stretched down past his shoulders, swaying with an eerie weightlessness. His frame was monstrous—far more muscular, built like a god of destruction sculpted from fury itself.

His teeth—razor-sharp, jagged like the maw of a beast made to tear through flesh and bone alike. His fists, hardened to an unbreakable azure sheen, clenched tightly.

His chest, chiseled and broad, heaved with every ragged breath as veins of molten lava coursed beneath his skin, pulsating with an infernal glow. Cracks ran across his flesh, glowing searing orange as if he were a living volcano on the verge of eruption.

Then came the flames—crimson hellfire erupting from his very being, engulfing his Titan form in an all-consuming inferno.

They roared and twisted, licking at the sky, casting the battlefield in a terrifying, blood-red glow. The heat warped the very air around him, distorting reality itself, making the world seem like it was suffocating under his presence.

And then—horns.

Two massive, menacing horns burst forth from the sides of his forehead, jagged like a demon from the deepest pits of hell. They curved upward, stretching high into the storm-ridden sky, crackling with veins of energy that flickered between existence and oblivion.

Yet the most horrifying thing of all—

His tears.

Even in this monstrous, godforsaken form—he was crying.

Fat, crimson tears of blood streaked down his Titan's face, burning trails into his skin like sorrow itself had taken form and was eating him alive from the inside out.

And then—

A whisper.

A prophecy.

A death sentence.

"Devil of Ymir… They killed the only person you ever loved... Kill them... Kill them all... Every last person... Avenge her... Avenge your... Mikasa."

His veins ignited—magma surged beneath his skin, splitting open cracks of molten fury that pulsed like a living, breathing inferno. And then—

He roared.

It wasn't just a sound. It was a force—an otherworldly, soul-rending scream.

Historia's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. A cold, suffocating dread crept up her spine. Something was wrong.

She looked down—and her blood ran cold.

The corpses—gone.

The twisted, lifeless bodies of Mikasa, Erika, Sae, Rin, Faya—vanished as if the earth itself had swallowed them whole.

Panic surged through her chest, and without hesitation, she bit into her hand—hard.

"Kill him!!" she screamed, voice raw with desperation. "Forget about capturing him—"

Her words cut off— and Eren moved.

Everything fell apart.

A blinding explosion of crimson flames erupted from his Titan's body, a swirling vortex of rage and agony made manifest. The sheer heat melted the frost from the ground, turning it into a steaming wasteland of boiling mud and charred earth.

Then—he lunged.

Faster than any Titan should be able to move, faster than thought itself, Eren was there—right in front of Gabi.

The Female Titan's eyes widened in shock.

"What the—?!"

She barely had time to react, her hardened fist shot out almost instinctively, aiming straight for his skull with all the force she could muster.

But he was faster.

With an effortless twist of his torso, Eren dodged—the punch sailing past him, missing by mere inches. And before Gabi could correct her stance, before she could even blink—

His burning palm shot forward.

A sickening, wet crunch echoed across the battlefield as his massive hand tore straight through the Female Titan's throat.

A horrified gargle.

The Titan choked, thick, steaming blood pouring down her front as her body shuddered violently. And then, from the back of her ripped-open nape, Eren's flaming hand emerged—clutching Gabi's struggling human form.

"GABIIII!!"

Falco's scream was almost lost beneath the roar of the flames. He took a desperate step forward—

And then, Eren's grip ignited.

The fire spread instantly.

It latched onto Gabi's body like a living creature, devouring her whole, burning her alive.

A guttural, inhuman scream tore from her throat, her body thrashing in his grasp. The heat melted her skin in seconds, flesh boiling away as the air filled with the stench of charred meat. Eyes gauged out of their orbits hanging out.

Her screams did not stop.

Falco lunged, blinded by fury—

Thunder snaked through the sky, illuminating the crimson-drenched battlefield in a flickering hellscape.

Eren's Titan screamed.

A sound so deep, so primal, it wasn't just noise—it was a force. A cataclysm.

The sheer intensity of it shattered eardrums. Blood burst from the ears of every living creature within range, their heads ringing with unbearable agony. The air itself quivered beneath the weight of his wrath.

"BASTARD—LET HER GO!!!"

Falco's furious bellow cut through the chaos, his Armoured Titan lunging forward, his fist hurtling toward the burning, thrashing form of Gabi.

As if anticipating the attack before it even began, Eren snapped out his free hand—his veins of molten lava surging, muscles tightening—and in a single, devastating motion—

He caught Falco's punch.

His burning fingers dug deep into the Armoured Titan's wrist, searing through armor, flesh, and bone.

And then—

He ripped the limb clean from its socket.

A sickening tear. A grotesque, wet snap.

Falco's scream of agony tore through the air as his severed arm dangled in Eren's grip, flames already licking at the stump.

And Eren—his eyes burning with fury, his veins glowing like molten rivers—flung the severed arm aside, the flaming limb spinning through the air before crashing into the mud with a sickening sizzle.

Without hesitation, he twisted his entire body, his foot whipping through the storm-laden air with the force of a collapsing mountain.

His heel slammed into the Armored Titan's face.

A thunderous shockwave erupted from the impact, the force splintering the air as the titan's entire head twisted violently to the side.

For a single, suspended moment, Falco's Titan stood frozen.

And then it's head it didn't just snap—it exploded, shards of hardened armor and bone scattering into the howling winds. The decapitated body staggered, thick steam billowing from its gaping neck before it collapsed to its knees with a resounding boom.

And there, exposed in the nape, was Falco—his face twisted in a stunned, breathless horror as Eren's fist hovered over him.

Colt's voice tore through the battlefield, raw with desperation. "Falco!!! Get out!!!" But it was too late.

Eren's jaws unhinged, saliva stringing between his gleaming fangs, his breath a searing gust of molten heat. Then....

The sound was sickening. Gabi's burnt, shriveled body disappeared between his teeth, her screams snuffed out instantly. Blood spurted from the gaps of his clenched jaws, dripping down his chin in thick crimson rivers.

In his other flaming fist, Falco's mangled form twitched weakly—his ribs crushed in over lapping against each other, his mouth splintering blood, his limbs torn apart and hanging like broken twigs. His wide, terrified eyes locked onto Colt for a fleeting second—before Eren's teeth slammed shut again.

A final, gruesome crunch. And just like that—Falco was gone.

Colt's roar of agony was deafening. His Beast Titan lurched forward, eyes ablaze with feral rage, his massive, buffalo-like frame charging through the rain-soaked battlefield. His horns—jagged, brutal—plowed forward.

And... He slammed into Eren's chest.

A shockwave exploded outward— sending rocks and debris flying in every direction. The wind howled from the sheer force of impact.

But Eren. Didn't. Even. Budge.

His feet stayed planted, his molten, magma-lit veins pulsing violently, his chest smoldering where Colt's horns had struck. But he didn't falter.

And then—

His hand shot out.

A flaming vice of destruction, it clamped around Colt's skull, fingers sinking into bone, his grip tightening like a collapsing universe.

Colt barely had time to react. Eren's blazing hand clamped down on his skull, fingers sinking into bone, molten heat searing through flesh. Magma dripping outward melting it all.

Colt's Beast Titan let out a guttural, animalistic shriek, its massive limbs thrashing wildly as Eren's grip tightened. His horns cracked under the pressure, fractures splintering across his skull like shattered glass.

"GHHH—AGHHH!!" Colt's voice was raw, agonized, his struggles futile against the overwhelming force crushing his head.

Eren's eyes burned with something beyond rage—beyond hatred. A cold, inhuman finality.

Then—

His fingers clenched.

Colt's entire skull caved in.

Blood and gray matter burst from the gaps in Eren's grip, splattering onto the charred battlefield. His spine snapped, his body convulsing one last time before going limp in his grip.

The Beast Titan's massive frame slumped, twitching weakly, before collapsing in a heap of lifeless flesh.

Eren exhaled, steam curling from his nostrils. His glowing red hands lifted to pick up of what was left of Colt's human form and without a hint of hesitation he ate him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—FUCKKKKK!!!" Porco who was already moving roared, his Titan body a blur of motion, darting from spot to spot, barely visible to the naked eye. His sharpened claws sliced through the air, jaws snapping with ruthless precision.

But then—

"You..."

Eren's voice was low, guttural—like a beast stirring from its slumber. He turned his head slightly, crimson eyes flickering as molten veins pulsed beneath his skin. His fists clenched, scarlet flames erupting from his hands, licking up to his arms, crackling like a living inferno. The heat warped the very air around him.

Porco didn't hesitate.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YEAGER!!!"

With a snarl, he launched himself forward, his Titan's jaws gaping wide, fangs glistening with murderous intent. He saw the opening—he had the speed—he was going to rip Eren's nape clean off—

But then, before he could react—

A fist.

A single, devastating blow from Eren's molten-knuckled hand, moving faster than thought itself.

It didn't just hit Porco—it ripped through him.

His entire torso crumpled inward, bone and flesh shattering on impact, his body bending unnaturally as a deep, guttural crack split through the battlefield.

Porco never even saw it.

His Titan exploded apart in a fiery eruption of steam and blood, the force of the impact obliterating his form.

And there he was—his human body, helpless, exposed, ejected into open air.

His mind was screaming, but his body was already shutting down. He had lost.

Before he could even process what had happened, Eren's fangs snapped shut.

A sickening, wet crunch.

Porco was gone.

Blood dripped from Eren's fangs as he lifted his burning gaze toward the remaining warriors.

"UDO!!! TRANSFORM!! NOW!!"

Historia's voice thundered through the battlefield, her War Hammer Titan looming over him like a specter of death.

Udo's breath hitched. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose as he hesitated, glancing toward Zofia's in her titan form— Cart titan form.... Totally useless.

"Don't worry about Zofia!!" Historia snapped, her crystalized armor gleaming in the dim light. "I'll harden and shield both of us!! I promise!!"

Udo swallowed hard, his teeth clenched so tight they ached.

And then, Eren took a single step forward.

The air warped.

The sheer heat radiating from his burning body melted the frost beneath his feet. The wind howled, but it couldn't drown out the sickening squelch of fresh blood dripping from Eren's lips—Porco's blood.

Udo's breath came in ragged gasps. His hands trembled. His body screaming to run away.... To avoid violence.... No more killing.... But.

He was a Warrior.

A child of Marley.

A soldier of humanity.

"I—" Udo gulped, his lips quivering. "I'm a warrior... I will kill you, you devil!!"

And then—his jaw parted, before closing in around his hand with a sickening crunch.

"Huh???"

Udo's eyes widened as blood spurted from his trembling hand.

Nothing.

He bit down again, his teeth sinking deep into his own flesh. Again. Again. Again.

Still—nothing.

No steam. No lightning. No transformation.

Just the sickening squelch of his own blood pooling at his feet.

"Udo, what are you doing?! Do you want us de—"

Before Historia could finish, a deafening crack split the air.

In an instant, her War Hammer Titan disintegrated into dust. The Cart Titan crumbled beside her, flesh and sinew unraveling into nothingness.

Their human forms collapsed to the ground, bare and vulnerable.

And standing before them—was Eren.

His burning gaze pierced through them, his body smoldering like a living nightmare.

"I'm trying! I—It won't work!!" Udo's voice cracked, his frantic hands still clawing at his own skin. "My Titan... won't come out!!"

Historia's breath hitched. Zofia mirrored her expression, frozen in place.

Then—the heavens split open.

Thunder roared.

And in a blinding instant, lightning carved through the sky—crashing down upon Udo and Zofia.

A monstrous boom shattered the battlefield.

For a brief moment, the world was drowned in blinding light, searing away all shadows.

Then—silence.

A thick, acrid scent of burnt flesh filled the air.

When the light faded, all that remained were two charred corpses.

Udo and Zofia—reduced to nothing but smoking husks, their bodies barely recognizable. Their flesh was fused with the scorched earth, their limbs curled inward in a grotesque mockery of life.

Historia's breath trembled. Her legs gave out beneath her.

"What... the hell...?" she whispered, voice hoarse.

Her mind refused to comprehend it. They were just there. They were supposed to fight. They were supposed to have a chance.

But now—they were gone.

The impossible horror of it all made her stomach churn.

Eren took a step forward.

A single, slow step.

And Historia flinched.

His eyes burned like twin embers in the storm. His titan form—if it could even be called that anymore—was something out of a nightmare, his skin still glowing with molten veins, his breath crackling with embers. His mere presence made the air suffocating.

And then—he spoke.

"Kill...crush...destroy..."

His voice was calm. Emotionless. Like he was merely stating a fact.

But that made it so much worse.

Historia's hands dug into the dirt beneath her, her nails breaking as she trembled. She needed to move. She needed to run.

But her body wouldn't obey.

Eren's gaze locked onto her.

And in that moment—she knew.

She was next.

"How?? How did you—??"

Historia's voice faltered as realization struck her like a hammer to the chest.

Eren… he…

Her breath hitched. Her pupils shrank.

Just before she had touched his forehead—in that infinitesimal moment when their skin met—Eren had used the Paths.

And in that split second—he freed Ymir.

The Founder… It belongs to him now…?

No. No, that's impossible.

But the proof was standing right in front of her. An undeniable nightmare. No royal blood needed anymore.

The ground beneath them quivered. The air itself seemed to buckle under the weight of his presence.

Eren's shoulders rose and fell with slow, steady breaths, but his face was nothing short of devastation. His chest burned with molten veins, his body a walking embodiment of rage and sorrow.

And then, he spoke.

"All I ever wanted… was Mikasa."

His voice was guttural, strained—raw.

"And you took her from me."

Historia flinched.

"She was innocent... She was frail..."

His glowing, bloodshot eyes lifted to meet hers, and for the first time, she saw something worse than hatred in them.

Grief.

"She was mine..."

Tears—thick, molten red—slipped from his eyes, sizzling as they hit the ground, scorching the very grass beneath his feet.

"I loved her..."

His fingers curled into trembling fists, his nails biting into his burning flesh.

"She loved me."

The storm above howled. The very world seemed to darken.

"There was nothing wrong."

And as his voice broke, his horns ignited—a blinding glow consuming his entire form, veins pulsing like rivers of liquid fire.

And Historia's nerve popped out, her rage evident as she barked.

"There was!!! Everyone di—"

But before Historia could even finish her sentence—

His veins ruptured. Magma spilled. His entire body twisted under the sheer force of his rage, and with a sound like the earth itself breaking apart, his fist tore through the air—

And crashed down.

The impact was cataclysmic.

The very spot where Historia had stood was annihilated.

The ground didn't just crack—it caved in, a crater swallowing the battlefield whole. A shockwave followed, obliterating everything in its path.

"This world..."

Eren's voice was eerily calm, yet it carried the weight of a god's fury.

"Took Mikasa away from me."

His breath came slow, ragged.

"Took my freedom from me."

Above him, the sky itself seemed to respond.

A deafening crack.

And then—lightning.

It struck him like a divine decree—a call to the end of all things.

And from the ashes of his wrath—

The Founding Titan emerged.

A monstrous, grotesque behemoth of bone and muscle, its towering frame eclipsing the battlefield, stretching beyond reason, beyond sanity. Beyond everything...

With an ear-piercing roar—one that shook the heavens themselves—

His voice thundered across the land, an omen of absolute destruction.

"DIE... ALL OF YOU... JUST DIE!!!"