Ivona went home with Dolores and Aquila. Stervy and Falco would remain behind to help out the others, Raven looked at the conditions of this Causality.

This Causality is a little different...

You will be experiencing something different altogether.

Similar but different.

The Recommended Allies

Vesper

Regal

Warcrest

Fenris

Active Persona for this Causality : None.

Regal, Vesper, Warcrest and Fenris appeared by the door, coming in with their weapons intact.

"Guess we'll be joining you from the get-go on this." Warcrest readied his gatling gun.

"We don't know what to expect on this. We may not be transported to the same location. See you on the other side." Raven said as the bright lights shined on their bodies, then taking them away.

A splitting headache, blurry vision. Touching the ground around him to feel something sticky. The thick pungent scent of corpses and blood, hearing something snarl at him. Opening his eyes to see an amalgamation of mismatched limbs. Hands instead of feet, a patchwork of flesh from different skins of unknowns. Veins bulging, writhing and twitching with every movement. Unsettling gaze from the eyes of uneven sizes with the ribs opening up. Jagged teeth glistened from fresh kills. Getting back on his feet, Raven could see a dozen of them. He had been injured, his mobility was weakened and judging from how things looked like. He was the only survivor, seeing the words imprinted on the desk card 'Senators' which was another annoyance. He was in a political situation and the corpse of the woman by the center table. Rather what's left of her by the desk 'President'.

The corpse of a masked soldier was to his right, a karambit that radiated blue energy around it. Along with a pistol. Grabbing it as the horrors pivoted to his direction, zooming at him. Using the blade to redirect their sharp appendages, then firing a pistol into the mouth. Kicking it back as he slashed an eye. Firing shots as he watched one fall but the rest were still coming. His limited movement meant that Raven had to take precise dodges. He can't afford to roll or dive around since he was bleeding. Snagging a magazine from another corpse as Raven moved carefully around the circle of tables that surrounded him. The snarls of the horrors were annoying Raven but he had to be quick about it.

Gunfire raged from outside the door, if that was back up. Raven would need to hold his ground, slashing through the horrors that were coming at him with a rapid pace. His bleeding wound was getting worse by the minute, he was feeling the weakness of his body take hold of him. His aim was getting shakier as his body plummeted to shock, his grip on the karambit was losing strength. He kept on moving, as the doors broke through whereby masked figures gunned down the horrors as Raven fell.

"Shit. Scorpio's flatlining! Regal!"

"Hold on brother, we'll keep you alive."

"Took... Y.. You long enough." Raven said as he realized their masks were shaped after their Valiant designs. Regal with the digital urban mask, Fenris with the red mask, Warcrest with the multiple lenses attached to the blue skull mask and Vesper's ashen mask. Their motifs were painted on the front of the masks.

"Easy. Easy, save your strength." Fading in and out of consciousness, but the voices were comforting. Opening it once, seeing the white ceiling as he was being moved. Closing again. Bright lights invaded his senses.

"We're beginning the procedure. We have to do it right people, this is the only survivor!" Whatever that was going on, Raven wasn't entirely sure anymore. As memories of this Raven flowed into his mind. A white picket fence, the perfect family. Valedictorian of high school, became the best of the best in his course in Political Science. Pursued masters as he worked in NGOs. Then stepping into the spotlight as a candidate for the new Senator. Being the youngest at 27 years old but he had a reputation for being flexible and focusing on the labour force and economics. A real saint. Who lost his parents in a plot to stop him for a project he managed. Refusing to give to certain bidders who did not make the qualifications.

With that backstory, Raven could see his reflection. The current Raven who had given his space to the War God named Raven. This body was weak but he had to make due with it. Opening his eyes, Raven found himself with Fenris. Indigo haired youth who was peeling an apple for him.

"Morning sleeping beauty."

"How long has it been?" The beeps of the heart rate monitor was annoying, along with the IV drip for his body.

"A day after. Turns out the whole situation we're in? It's pretty similar to your world. So the Valors are now members of Void Agency. The creatures we saw are just called horrors and they come from the void. Regal is making weapons that we need. And er... This might be difficult to hear but you're the designated survivor of this situation. The only survivor of the country's Senate. If you pull through then you're going to be the President."

"Shit. Sounds like a mess." Raven massaged the sides of his forehead because he had to process this. The memory of Void Agency? Senator Raven Ashenworth was quite neutral about it. Not caring or taking interest as he was too busy handling the other matters.

"Good luck, Mister President." A deep sigh as Raven glanced out the window.

"What did the doc say?"

"Aside from you having some nice scars on your body? You're fine." Raven took a slice of the apple that Fenris had peeled.

"Get the doc to discharge me today. Get me pain killers."

"Got it." Fenris went out to get the discharge orders, but as the surgeons and everyone else made a fuss. Raven just waited as Vesper brought him a tablet. Reading the current news that was in an uproar because they just lost the President and the other Senators. The confirmation of one survivor was enough but people were still upset. Reading the comments had made sense considering prior to this... Raven had been framed for a number of crimes. One of which was sexual assault. It was sad really, the whole thing was messy and Raven's mind was a blur at the time. A murder charge. A theft charge. Everything was thrown at Raven but

'Having that guy as our President? What the hell?'

'He's a known racist and fascist! Why would anyone let him take the position?!'

'Why do evil people get away with all of this!? Now he's going to be president!? We're fucked!'

'I wished he died instead.'

So despite his competence, he was not favored because of his personality. If it was the original Senator Ashenworth, he would be worried. But if it's Raven the War God? Different story. Pulling out the IV drip from his hand, as Regal left Raven a set of clothes. Putting it on, then stepping out with Warcrest by his side.

"Reporters are outside. What do you want to do, twerp?"

"We'll ignore them for now. if it wasn't a hospital, I would draw a gun. Tch." Clicking his tongue as Vesper and Fenris readied themselves for the escort. When the doors opened reporters came with their microphones and cameras. Swinging it to Raven's face as he waited for a car.

"Senator Ashenworth! Can you..." The reporters spoke their lines. Posing question after question but all they got from Raven was silence as he lit a cigarette. Glancing out to the sky. Tapping to rid his little solace of its ash. Puffing smoke to the side, away from the reporters. When the car came, they see Raven eat the cigarette as Vesper opened the door for him to step inside. Finding a pretty blonde in a business suit with skirt that was a little higher than the knee with the slit by the thigh.

"Greetings, Senator Ashenworth. My name is Tracy Willers. I'll be your secretary from now on. Before you can be the President of Marvelina. You'll need to go through a psyche evaluation."

"Give me the full itinerary. Keep it short, Willers." She paused.

"Yes, sir... After the psyche evaluation. You'll be required to do a press conference. The current Presidential Press Secretary has prepared a speech."

"Tell that person to cancel the speech. I'm not going up there talking bullshit. After I finish the psyche eval, tell the departments to submit their current report to me. Assess damages and check on how many lives were lost in the void. Prepare funerals and make sure you give me a list of the families."

"Y-.. Yes,sir." Silence enveloped in the car as Raven glanced at the Valors who were on motorcycles, running on escort duty. Arriving at the Presidential Office where Raven did the psyche evaluation. Answering what he remembered, telling the evaluating Psychologist that some of his memories are a blur as a result. Which he was told was normal due to stating PTSD and void exposure that plagues the mind. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Not that Raven would care so much about it. His mental resistance was strong but the assimilation of memories wasn't vivid enough. He was cleared as Raven went for the Press Conference. Reporters were present with journalists and cameras rolling.

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"I've been cleared by the evaluating psychologist that I'm sane but I have PTSD. I'll make that clear. So your new president has a screw loose in his head because he watched the entire senate die right before his eyes. We're still checking on damages. When I say damages, I'm talking about how many others that died along with the Senate. The focus is going to be on arming the Void Agency along with police and military. Horrors are sturdy bastards and we need to make sure even our police and military have someway to deal with it. Now, my memories also foggy because of the exposure to the void. Whatever it is, plan is to get us back on track. Questions." All of them raised their hands.

"3rd row, 2nd seat from the right. What's your question?"

"What are the measures are you planning to implement to keep the citizens safe?"

"Nothing concrete yet. But making sure that the police and military are armed with weapons that can injure horrors would be the first step. Void Agency will be the priority to handle the rest. Next question."

"Do you have anything to say for the distrust on your presidency?"

"Am I supposed to have something to say?" Silence enveloped as they murmured.

"What about the scandals that you had? Will it plague your presidency?"

"That's asking the obvious now isn't it? Next question."

"What are your plans to restructure the current government?"

"Unless I have to. I'd rather keep everyone in their jobs and just do it. A full restructure isn't in the cards. Wastes time. Wastes energy. Wastes money. Next question."

"What about your remarks towards Melissa Li?"

"Who?"

"Melissa Li?"

"Who? I don't remember much. If it's not relevant to the topic, don't ask anything. Stay on topic. Any other questions?" Raven's sarcastic and arrogant attitude earned glares from them. Not that he cared anyway because he's just here to figure out why is he here. What's the objective for this Causality? Without any further questions, they were all ushered out as Raven headed to the President's office where Tracy had prepared the documents from the departments by the table. Seeing Warcrest, Regal, Vesper and Fenris waiting for him inside.

"Mister President." They greeted as Raven took his seat, glancing through the documents as he analyzed the issues. The void attack caused 218 lives to be lost. Names and details for funerals to be arranged. Writing hand written letters with a fountain pen to each family as a means to send his condolences. The amount of work that was piling up as Tracy could only observe how Raven worked with the four masked agents from Void Agency, it was different. Efficiency at its finest. Within two hours, Raven prepared the letters.

"Willers. Prepare these to be sent to the families of the deceased and make sure they get the support they need."

"Yes, Mister President."

"Regal. I prepared a list of weapons that I want. Talk to the manufacturers on who has the tools to make it. You'll handle that size. Warcrest, ammunition." The pair left as Vesper and Fenris stayed behind. Helping Raven sort out documents by their subject matters.

"Willers. You can take your leave. See you tomorrow."

"Aren't you going home Mister President?"

"Not for the next two days. Fenris, go buy me some clothes, toiletries and towels. Then get some food and snacks" Raven gave Fenris a credit card.

"Then I'll stay too!"

"No. I can't afford to have you overworked." Tracy understood what he meant, as much as she wanted to see the progress. She went out of the office as Vesper and Raven continued looking through the current issues. The types of Horrors and what can be done to face them, the horror he met in the void was a G-Class known as Fleshers. Seeing the various types of horrors had Raven realizing that this world was going to be tough to handle. Fenris came back with food.

Fried chicken, beers and some fries. Can't go wrong with that. Taking a moment to wash their hands by the toilet in the office.

"You alright, Scorpio?"

"Eh, this is better since I got you guys. Fenris, are you using a gun these days?"

"Only in this world. We can't bring our gear with us, so Regal's making another Three Wolves for me. Warcrest is choosing a rifle this time around. From what we understand voids usually take place in small spaces and it can be annoying to carry a gatling gun around." Raven was nodding as he savored the crunch of the fried chicken. Tasting the herbs, the soy sauce mixed with the light spicy peppers was blissful. A sip of beer to help.

"So you want us on protection detail for you?"

"No. I'd rather you four move out and clear the voids. Horrors can be prowling about so we need to be prepared. I'll be fine. They may want to put a security detail on me but that's annoying. Not like they can do shit to me anyway."

Karma Accumulated.

+1000 for honesty.

+500 for not hurting reporters during hospital.

+500 for letting Tracy rest.

+2000 for writing letters for the deceased.

Skills available to be purchased.

Smiling Mime's Mutilate Mastery skill - 500 Shady Enforcer's Tattoo-200 Smiling Mime's Tenderfoot- 200 Boss of Rose Garden's There's No Honor In Fights Skill - 1000 Boss of Rose Garden's Respect Is A Two Way Street - 1000 Abyss Gaze's Hatred Beyond Reason- 1000 The One Who Rips' Rip Rip Rip Skill - 1000 Lieutenant of Cloud Breaker's Skill Sharp Edge -200 Henchman of Burisa Brawler Skill- 100

"Hatred Beyond Reason. Respect is a Two Way Street. There's No Honor In Fights. Tenderfoot, Tattoo, Mutilate Mastery and Brawler." The skills Raven purchased were going to be useful.

"So you did all that for karma?"

"No. I just want to handle this causality my way. That's how it's always been." Vesper noticed a text on his phone.

"Regal reported in, saying it's done. He'll bring it tomorrow." A smile on Raven's face.

"What did you ask from him?" Fenris was curious, wondering if Raven ordered a blade or a gun.

"Just a knife. Asked him to make it longer than what I usually use. This body might not be the best but he's got the stamina. Not enough power, so a weapon that's light and fast would suit him more. I even got him to make it in the shape of a baton. He made a pistol for me. A 2011 model that I'm used to."

"So your usual style then. Not thinking about a rifle?"

"Not for now." Raven said as he went to wash his hands.

"You two can rest. I plan to just read some stupid shit before I go to sleep."

"Oh you mean your hate comments? We can just use the TV." Fenris pressed it as the three of them were laughing at the comments.

'How can he be so rude!?'

'Why didn't he say a word to the reporters? Must be thinking about how to hide his schemes again..'

'I can't believe he doesn't even recognize the name Melissa Li. That's one of his victims right?'

'If I see him, I want to beat him up.'

"Beat you up? Seriously? They think they can beat you up?" The three of them were just sipping their beer as time passed by. The next day was the funeral, but Raven was too caught up in work to attend. So he had Vesper, Fenris, Warcrest and Regal attend in his place. Tracy was watching Raven settle the documents as the advisors were in front of him. They seemed nervous rather than Raven.In front of him were stacks of documents that he separated.

"Fix those issues. That's all."

"Don't we have to introduce ourselves?" One of them asked.

"Do it later. I'm going to be busy for the next two days. I need to sort more documents. Willers, show them the door." Things proceeded, Raven didn't leave his office for three days straight. The trash from his days of staying inside? All put inside separate bags with a note to the cleaners.

'Thank you, sorry I can't come out to greet you. Too busy.' When it was done, Raven got out of his office. Where people just noticed him wearing boxers and a sleeveless hoodie. The staff raised eyebrows to his sight, as he yawned loudly.

"Morning. Oh shit. I forgot to wear my suit. Do a good job today. Willers. Anything I should know?" Her face was flushed, Raven turned to the others. Women were blushing all around, but why?

"N-... Nothing, President." Raven glanced at his crotch.

"Ah. The regular problem of every man when they wake up. Morning wood. I slept at 6AM. So is it noon?"

"Y-Yes, Mister President but please put on some clothes!" Raven got inside and put on a pair of pants. Then stepping out, with plenty of the women still blushing from the sight.

"Where's the cafeteria?"

"But Mister President, you can ask the chef to cook for you!"

"No time. I still got some documents to look over." Heading over there to see plenty of people lining up. A strong aroma of meats being grilled to entice the appetite. Sounds of veggies being chopped. Woks clanking to the rhythm of the chefs who were working hard.

"Oh Mister President, please after you."

"Nah. I'm late. I'll wait." Those words had the staff worried. The thought of not giving Raven way and the way he said that? It was a sensation of fear kicking in their veins. Worried that they'll be punished.

"No it's not a threat. Come on guys, just enjoy your food. Don't rush yourselves." Raven said which put some of them at ease, the chefs were also surprised but Raven just had his meal. Sitting alone by the corner, and some of them felt compelled to come over.

"Don't. If you sit with me. We'll talk about work. We don't need to overwork our heads on this. Remember no working until lunch break's over." Raven said as he brought the tray to the dish washing area.

"Thanks for the meal. It's the best I've had in a while." The chefs smiled at the compliment while Raven went back to the office where he found Tracy readying more documents.

"Ah, Mr President."

"Willers, No working until lunch break's over. What's on my agenda?"

"The Advisors and you will be paying a visit to a nearby city. I'll have your car ready." Willers said as Regal walked in with a suitcase. Opening it up for Raven, who checked it.

"Between a knife and a machete as you requested. Premium materials. Similar to the new Three Wolves. You sharpen that blade by killing horrors. The more you kill, the sharper it gets. I'm too sure how the technology works but I also got yourself a new suit. A three piece that you're familiar with that uses void energy."

"Void energy?" Taking a glance at the blade he requested, it was the perfect length.

"Void energy allows you to charge your blades with attacks. Increased damage potential because void energy will cut through them like butter."

"Attacking it." Raven put on the fingerless gloves, then putting the knife to his back pocket. Putting on the suit where Tracy would look away. Perhaps Raven needed a bit of common sense in that regard?

"Thanks, Regal. It's perfect."

"If you need anything else, feel free to let me know." Regal left as Raven turned to Tracy who was as bright as a tomato.

"Let's go."

"Yes, Mr President."