The Conquerors bloodline

Parc was humming to himself as he stood in the ceiling to a large dojo where numerous men were grunting and throwing each other around.

Currently, he was waiting for the confirmation of his target. A man called Doho, the leader of this Dojo, and no, the names close resemblance did not allude him. He actually found it quite amusing.

By now nearly half a day had passed since he found himself up here, waiting, and waiting, wand waiting somemore for this cruel man.

Ever since Najenda left for the R.A headquarters, Akame had taken over. And her first order to him was to go investigate someone who had been looking into getting in contact with Night Raid.

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"So, what's a kid like you doing looking for a killer like me?" Parc picked the most cheesiest line he could as he stepped out of the shadows into the clearing where a boy no older than thirteen was standing.

The boy jumped quickly turning to Parc. Eyes widening in excitement when he saw him, "you're from Night Raid?" the boy asked.

"Yeah, I am. Don't ask questions, who do you want dead and why."

"R-right," the boy stuttered, gulping down a thick globule of spit, "his… his name is Doho. He's the master at the Sky Striker dojo." The boy gripped his shoulder tight, wrinkling the fabric.

"I joined half a year ago, my mom brought me there wanting me to learn to become stronger so I could get out of the Capital when I was older," he began to explain, "at first everything went well or, I think it did. I got to learn a few techniques, strength training, aerobics, that type of thing. They were generous in their teachings. Doho actually took it upon himself to teach me himself, he would push me day in and day out to get stronger."

"But two… no… three months ago," the boy rubbed his head with both hands, "I noticed something wrong with my mother, she was getting sick, throwing up every day out of nowhere. Every night I would hear her crying to herself alone in her room. But whenever we were together she would force this… smile like nothing was wrong. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she would just say she was feeling under the weather."

"I didn't believe her, not one bit. There were even sometimes she would leave the house in the middle of the night. I promised her I would never go out at night, so I didn't. But then she would return in the morning with bags under her eyes and a sick smell on her."

Parc's gaze was drawn to the ground by the boy where small crimson droplets were falling down. The boy having clenched his fists so tight his nails had torn through his skin.

"I…" he paused, "…I decided to follow her one night. It… it turns out whenever she would go out she was heading to the dojo. I was confused, really confused. At first I thought she was getting her own training, but that didn't sit well with me."

"I hid myself outside by one of the windows and peeked on what mom was doing. Mom… she got naked," the boy blushed but grit his teeth, continuing his explanation. Parc already guessing where this was going. "then Doho did as well as the others," rage filled the boys eyes, "I watched in horror as the raped my mother. I could… I could barely breathe. I wanted to run home I really did. But I just stood there frozen unable to look away."

Tears trickled down the boys cheeks, "when they were, *Hic*, they were done I heard mom say something to Doho, I couldn't make out what it was, *Hic* but Doho got angry and hit mom in her belly and began screaming at her. I can't remember, *Hic* anything he said."

"It didn't just end with hitting mom. He, *Hic* he peed on her as she was hugging her belly. Then the others peed on her," the boy was now weeping.

Parc shut his eyes, he was inclined to believe the boy, were it not for Night Raid's rules of engagement he may have just stopped the boy and gone to gut Doho and his crew right this moment.

"I couldn't take it anymore, *Hic*, I ran. I RAN!" his eyes were glassy and bloodshot, "I left her there! With them! I should have stopped them."

Parc sighed, "kid, I don't have time for 'you could haves,' get on with it."

"Right, sorry," the boy breathed in and out to calm himself, though it didn't seem to actually do much. "I got home and ran to my bed, I wanted to sleep and pretend it was all just a dream. But I couldn't, I stayed awake the whole night until I heard a slam on the front door."

"I ran downstairs just as mom was opening it. She was… she was dirty, and stank of pee. I tried to say something, but I could only keep silent as I watched her limp down the hall to her room." He gulped once again, teeth nearing the point of breaking from how hard he was gritting them.

"She didn't see the blood behind her, but I did. I… she left the door open accidentally, when the door slammed against the wall I jumped and turned to it. On the… on the door step there was this…" he hesitated, "there was this small baby on the floor."

He hugged himself tightly, "mom… she was pregnant. It didn't take me long to figure out that it was Doho's child. He got her pregnant and killed it. He hurt my mother! He did that to a baby! Kill him! I want him dead! Make it painful! I don't care what you do, make him suffer." The boy tore a pouch from his waist and threw it to the ground before Parc, "that's everything I have. Kill him. Make them pay for everything they did to my mom."

Parc frowned, he'd seen that face many times before, but the one this boy held it reminded him of only one. Aria and her insanity.

Leaning down, Parc scooped the pouch from the ground and nodded, "we'll get to investigating immediately. When we find evidence, you can expect to see Doho dead." Parc stepped back into the shadows, turning away from the boy who was stood in place, staring into the darkness.

"Make. Him. Pay."

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It was a horrible sight, what Parc had found when he went to investigate the mother. There in the garden of their home, buried beneath the soil was a little rotting fetus already being reclaimed by maggots and worms.

"Despicable," he spat, eyes sharpening as he heard creaking wood of the dojo doors opening.

"Good work men!" A mans gruff voice resounded through the dojo. The activities of all the men halting as they quickly stood to attention of them mand, bowing at the hips in his direction.

"Master!" they all shouted in a decibel that nearly rivalled something that could come out of Eris.

"Hahahaha! Down boys! I've got good new today! I've got us a new member!" The heavily muscular man said, behind him a young woman walking just a step slower. "See, this one, she wants to become a fighter!" he held a hand out to the girl, "go on, introduce yourself."

The girl gulped from the intense gazes of the men around her, "h-hello," she waved to them, "uh, my name is Mira. I'm hoping to join the Imperial guard next year and wanted to learn how to fight. I'll, I'll be in your care." She was nervous, that much anyone could tell.

"Poor girl," Parc muttered.

"Right!" Doho began to laugh, "Strip." He coldly said stepping behind the woman.

"What?" She responded turning to look at Doho.

Doho's hands shot to her blouse, grabbing two fistfuls of fabric and tearing it off her body, "eh?" the woman looked down blankly at her now exposed chest, her two ample breasts free for the entire dojo to see. "NO!" She screamed, arms shooting up to cover her chest.

Doho grabbed her wrists and leaned down next to her ear, "sorry lass. We don't teach woman how to fight." He chuckled, "we teach them how to serve." He placed his oversized hand on the back of her head, forcing her to her knees and bringing her face to the ground, grinding her cheek into the ground.

"No! please someone help me!" she cried out for help as Doho tore her skirt and panties from her body. Her eyes wandering over the men around her, horror filling her as they undid their gi to reveal their erections, "No, no, please don't," she felt something hard poking at her crotch.

"Lesson one!" Doho shouted to the crowd.

"PENETRATE IN ONE!" the shouted back.

Doho pulled his hips back, ready to plow forwards and bury his filth in the woman. But just as he moved a single inch his body jolted and froze, "what?" he muttered trying to get his body to move but finding no movement from his body.

~Kill them all. Leave the woman alive~

In his ear he heard a demons whisper. His body moved on its own, releasing the woman as he stood up. "What? What's going on!?" he shouted.

"Master? Are you okay?" one of the students asked approaching him. Another catching the woman as she attempted to bolt away.

"NO! LET ME GO! YOU FREAKS!" she screamed.

"Mast-" the disciple tried to say after Doho didn't respond to him but was silenced as Doho sent a single punch towards the disciples head with enough force that the top portion of his head flew off, leaving just the bottom jaw still attached.

"Wha!? Master! What are you doing!?" another shouted. He too soon fell to Doho's assault, finding his head twisted to a 180 degree angle.

By now panic had erupted throughout the dojo. Their master had gone mad and was killing him. The man holding the woman, Mira, had released her. Mira collapsing onto the ground watching in horror as disciple after disciple found themselves dead at Soho's feet.

Few were escaping the dojo entirely, the rest deciding to take on Doho and stop his rampage… they would find themselves like the rest. Their stomachs torn open, their spines pulled from their skeletons. One would be upper cutted so hard his head would fly off dragging along the entire spinal column with it.

His slaughter would go on until all that was left was Mira and Doho alone. A woman covered in the filth of her own urine and vomit and Doho, covered in blood, guts and brain matter.

"You show none of the attributes of a true master, Doho." Parc hoped down from the ceiling banister landing in front of Doho. "And now, you pay for it," lifting his left hand clad in steel scales, three chains burst forth, snaking through the air, each tipped with a razor sharp spear point that tore through Doho's skull, heart and stomach, easily piercing through his entire body, embedding into the wall far behind the monster.

Retracting the chains, Parc let Doho's body collapse lifelessly to the ground alongside the rest of his disciples.

"Got all the stragglers," Lubbock called out from the doorway. Arms crossed as he leaned against it. "What we doing with the girl?" he asked.

Parc looked down to Mira, "you going to tell anyone what happened?" he asked, getting quick and furious nods from the girl, "then leave the Capital and never come back." She burst to her feet, rushing past Lubbock and the strung-up corpses strung up from the street lamps and trees.

"Let's go."

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Okay, wtf, Suddenly Demon Slayers at the top of the poll? And here I was building up the idea for Shokugeki no Souma.

I'm going to be real with you all, I was initially planning to keep it running for the next two weeks, but now i've got conflicting ideas in my head for which world to go to next.

So because of that, heres a new poll with only these two. I'll keep this one up till 1 June. The highest by then will be the world Parc goes to next with the loosing world becoming the third mainworld Parc will enter.

I'll add a comment with the link as well so all you need to do is go there and copy pasta it into your address bar instead of writing it out.

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Next world Finale Poll

https://poll.ly/#/Lzr5A5z0

(Ps. For anyone wondering, I've got the girls list for both Demon slayers and Shokugeki no souma selected.)