The night had a gentle stillness to it. A breeze was settling through desolate and lonely buildings once filled with life. The silence of the night was pleasant for a moment before being interrupted by a rumble. Then the boom turned into two... then three... before sounds followed these rumbles, explosions, and grinding metal filling the night and the sickening sound of charring flesh and gore. Few survivors are left in this once bustling city block to watch the fight between two monsters, one wielding chainsaws and the other bombs. It seems something out of a cheesy horror story but with the number of corpses littering the ground, it was no fairy tale. The bomb monster claimed victory, tearing the legs and arms from the chainsaw and leaving only a battered and bloody head and torso in her wake as she prepared to leave. Though if this was a fairy tale, it only made sense that a headless rider arrive now. A blade glinted and someone pounced to the chainsaw's aid.

Reze turned just in time to watch her arm cleave from her body at the elbow, Denji's torso and her severed forearm dropping to the ground with a sick thump. Reze's calculating gaze then turned to identify her attacker's face only to find... nothing. A headless corpse clinging to a butcher's knife took a shambling step backward before charging at the bomb, rigidly hacking and slashing in her direction.

Reze: (Y/n)... How are you still alive... At the very least you should be in no condition to move...

The Bomb devil was somewhere between utterly confused and unbelievably intrigued, dodging the slashes from side to side before pressing a hand to your chest. With a simple click, like the pin pulling from a grenade, an explosion racked against your chest. Your bones broke from the sheer force as the explosion tore through your torso and out of your back. Bits of bone and organs seeped out of your now-exposed torso. Your intestines spilling out, at least those that had not disintegrated on contact. A sputter of blood seeped down your neck before the arm holding the butcher's knife weakly pulled back before launching an attack, catching the bomb in her side with a meaty thwack as the dulled blade sank into her flesh. Reze let out a grunt of discomfort before slowly lifting her non-severed hand to rest upon the arm of yours holding the weapon. Her fingers curled around your forearm with a surprising gentleness as she seemingly gazed at you for a moment, her nonexistent eyes seemingly clouded in thought as for a brief moment the battle ceased. Though as is the nature of all things, conflict continued as another click sounded. An explosion ripped through your forearm, easily tearing your arm from your elbow as it fell to the ground with a meaty thump. Your fingers still tightly curled into a fist even as the bloody cleaver clacked against the ground. 

Reze: I offered you a peaceful death. You should have taken it.

Reze pulled back her hand and quickly unpermitted her fist into the hole she created in your torso. Her clutched fist rested in your chest and with one final click, another explosion propelled from her hand into your body, ripping through your chest and up through the hole which used to house your head. Blood gushed out from the attack as two halves of your body were now pulling away from each other until the falling sides of your body and the increasing gravity upon your weakness forced you to your knees. The sickening sight was horrific for the few onlookers still alive to spot this destructive battle. Despair floated in the air as Reze's arm slowly redeveloped and she turned to Denji's torso once more only to lift her arm just in time to block an attack from a katana. 

Aki: Those horny devils always did have bad taste in women.

Reze: Well that's just rude to say to a lady.

Aki jumped back just in time to dodge an explosive pulse as he distracted the bomb devil, giving time to his reinforcements to save the two badly damaged devils. 

A dribble of blood slowly patterned down onto the massive opening that was your torso as a shark and angel attempted to revive a gaping gash of a creature.

Angel: I don't think this is working.

Shark: Master Chainsaw said to bring him back!

Angel: Master Chainsaw was talking about Mask, not this pile of flesh. 

Shark: Can't you just pump him full of life or something?!

Angel: It doesn't work that way. Is his heart even still in there?

Angel leaned forward, straining to hear any movement in the virtual pile of flesh you called a body. But all he heard was silence. The fresh blood he had taken from the fallen stained what was left of your clothing.

Shark: This would be easier if he had a chord! 

Angel: Why would a Mask have a chord?

Denji: Angel! Beam! Have you brought back (Y/n) yet?!

Shark: Mask won't wake up! 

Denji: Shit... Reze is so crazy fucking strong... Beam you're with me for now! Angel, keep trying to revive (Y/n)!

Beam: Yes Master Chainsaw!

Angel nodded at Denji as he and Beam set off, the shark mentioning something about chains while Angel tried to wrap his mind around how to revive a pair of legs. There was a strange similarity in his mind to the time he found the aftermath of your rampage during the last operation. Despite your severe energies you managed to power up in a sense even if it sent you into a psychotic blood rage. Angel's gaze turned back to the body he had brought over as he lifted the arm of the deceased woman and tilted it to pour more of her blood onto your torso. 

Angel: Can you hurry up and wake up already?

It won't be known what was going through your head as it had been blown off but it was more like instinct driving your body forward. At times you didn't appear to be yourself, like a puppet with multiple strings attached. your body being pulled in every which way by forces beyond comprehension. When the brain is brought to a standstill it is instinct and hormones that drive the body forward with emotions as the vehicle of expression. Sadness... anger... but how do you describe this one? The muscles in your thighs clenched as you slowly rose, surprising Angel who nearly stumbled back from his position kneeling away from your side. Your left leg planted under you before your right soon followed, picking yourself up into a weak standing position. Despite the lack of evidence that your heart had survived the various explosions, a resounding thump filled your chest. The fingers on the hand still left attached to your body clenched tightly as the very flesh attached to your body seemed to ripple. 

From the hips of the standing legs, a sickening ripping sound was heard before an obsidian-colored spine sprouted upwards into the air between the two separated sides. Ribs erupted from the sides of the divide and seemed to hook into the sides of the flesh, forcing them back together like gorey stitches until the spine and ribcage were reassembled. An obsidian-colored skeletal hand clawed itself free from the gaping gash that use to hold your hand and pulled itself into place while a new skull forcibly constructed itself on top of the newly acquired spine. As the last piece of skull settled into place, it was like you had managed to regain control for a moment. Your hands lifted and empty sockets gazed at one hand with flesh and another skeletal. Only for a moment were you allowed peace as your hands instantly clenched the sides of your new skull and a guttural cry of pain erupted from your nonexistent vocal cords. The sounds of bone cracking filled the air as you stumbled onto your hands and knees with your jaw hanging open. The sounds of grunts and cracking bones were all that could be heard before your jaw finally unhinged and into place slide a crystal face. A vibrant green see-through face now settled into place with the obsidian skull reduced to nothing but a horrifying helmet and chin guard. The crystal seemed to spread like a virus over the obsidian bones, the see-through material settling tightly around the obsidian bones before expanding out to fill the space that was once flesh, organs, and skin. As the material settled into place, what appeared to be veins seemingly developed as blood flow began once more, now through the crystal veins of this strange new body. Even a crystal heart seemed to pump inhumanely slowly as you pressed the crystal hand onto your knee and stood up once more. Your empty sockets seemingly gazed out across the street until settling onto a certain Angel devil, the utter chaos and conflict happening around seemingly not important to you.

Angel: Hey... You alright?

(Y/n): I don't... know...

Your tone seemed both familiar and unfamiliar like it was gritty and unpolished. Like you were ready to give a speech and at the same time had never used the voice before. The empty abyss of the sockets wasn't left like that for long as two white spheres rolled into place before you blinked and two bright green eyes stared with a deadly glare out into the night. Angel took the chance to take a step forward, examining your new form with cautious intrigue. There was almost a soft shudder from the Angel devil as he couldn't help but remember the process to form this new body. His gaze drifted toward the battle to see the utter destruction being caused.

Angel: Well at least you're not a pair of legs anymore right? We should-

Angel turned back just in time for a crystalline fist to connect with his nose sending him flying back from the brutish impact. Angel skidded along the pavement before coming to a stop, staring at you with high wide eyes while his nose leaked bright crimson. You for your part simply stood watching this unfold. You were almost in a state of shock that something like this could happen. Though as you glanced at your bloody hand you could see you were the perpetrator.

(Y/n): W-What? No! No, I'm so sorry Angel! I don't know what came over me!

Your head throbbed in pain for a moment as your memory seemingly just blanked at the fact you had struck Angel. It was like your arm had simply lost control for a moment. Your hand hesitantly pressed to your chest in an attempt to wipe the blood off your knuckles but it seemed stained to your emerald-colored fingers. Turning your palm upward, you couldn't help but recoil in surprise at the presence of a golden coin resting in your palm. As simple as a coin could be, the side facing upward showcased a tired looking male holding a revolver to the side of his head, while the trembling fingers of your other hand pinched the coin to flip it. This revealed a many-headed serpent, all sporting different emotions on strangely human-looking faces. Once more your brain found itself wracked with a throbbing migraine, the sides of your skull feeling like they were pieced with drills. the sheer pain and agony causing your mind to go blank for a moment as Angel carefully picked himself up and approached you with his guard raised. 

Angel: What is wrong with you? Are you going mental here, Mask?!

???: Mask?

The voice that escaped from your lips was now far more gravelly, like sandpaper but with an endearing softness to it of gentle curiosity. The coin resting in your crystal hand now slipped between your fingers, slowly rolling between your fingers as your green gaze found a new way to seemingly spark fear into whoever was its target. This time it was targeted at Angel.

Angel: (Y/n)?

???: That's three questions. All of the wrong. Your luck must be terrible. Let me ask you a question now... Angel. 

Angel couldn't help but recoil at the tone you had struck. A chill rushed down his spine as your emotionless face crept forward, crystal lips parting to speak as he couldn't tear his eyes away from those sharp emerald green ones in your new skull.

???: What's the most you have ever lost in a coin toss?

Angel: What are you talking about... We have bigger things to worry about than coins!

???: Oh yes you are right. You do have so much more to worry about. Tell me... what would you bargain for?

Angel: What?!

???: A bit on the nose? I'm saying what would you put on the line for the sake of survival?

Angel: You're not making any sense! 

???: All coins have a 50 percent chance of landing on heads or tails... That makes them the perfect determinant of luck... or rather... fate. 

Angel: Enough of this... We have to focus on the Bomb Devil! If you are going to act like a fucking idiot then you should have stayed dead!

???: We play for it then. Heads... I join your cause and slay the filthy bomb devil... Tails... and I will cleave your head from your frail shoulders.

Angel didn't get a moment to protest as the coin came to rest on top of your thumb and it was flicked into the air, flipping rapidly as it came to crescendo in the air and descended into your palm. Angel's eyes glazed over for a moment as he found himself staring down at tails.

Angel: I don't-

Fight or flight ignited in the devil's brain as your other hand was pulled back, ready to swipe forward and perfectly cleave the male's head from his shoulders as promised. Angel's muscled responded in kind, jumping back from the efficient slice.

???: Punishment is due.

Angel: Whoever you are... You're not (Y/n)... What are you?

Luck:  You speak of that... abomination... Sickening... I am pure... I am the harbinger of punishment. The justicar of fate. The embodiment of balance... Though you may simply call me... Luck. Now I ask that you lower your head for punishment. 

Luck as the puppeteer of your body now seemed to be named, raised his hand to strike at Angel vertically only for his hand to be deflected by a familiar carefully trained swordsman blade. Aki's shoulder crashed into Luck's chest to force him back, standing before Angel as another figure wearing a bird-like mask unleashed an unsuspecting uppercut into Luck's chin. The force of the attack lifted Luck from the ground and even dislocated his jawbone as he flew back onto the pavement.

Aki: What the fuck is (Y/n)'s problem?!

Angel: It's not him! I don't know what is going on but (Y/n) doesn't seem to be in control.

???: Whoever it is is trying to kill you so I suggest we get out of here and soon! 

Luck: Violence... Not your real name... Assigned by a foul creature... Your luck must be miserable...

Luck lifted his head and pressed his crystal hand against his jaw to crack it back into place. The creature produced a coin seemingly from thin air before presenting it to the Violence devil.

Luck: What are you willing to bargain for survival?

Violence: You're super creepy...

Violence took the chance to charge at Luck only for the crystal creature to respond by simply tossing the coin in the air once more.

Luck: Heads... I cripple you in one attack... Tails... your attack strikes true.

The coin spun in the air, rotating as fate decided the outcome of this attack before the coin landed directly in Luck's hand... Heads. His finger's curled to slip the coin in between his pointer and ring fingers. As Violence stepped forward onto his non-dominant leg, Luck suddenly sprinted into action. Ducking under Violence's punch, Luck unleashed a deadly accurate punch into the devi's side. The coin between his fingers dug into his side to strike at his liver. A hacking cough escaped from the devi's mouth as Luck took the chance to grip Violence's mask and shove his head backward straight into the ground with devastating force.

Aki: That was two strikes you cheating devil!

Luck: Only one was crippling though... I am not dishonest... And I do believe the Angel and I have an unfished business... 

Aki readied his blade once more and pointed it directly at Luck who simply rolled the now bloody coin in between his fingers once more. 

Angel: Hold on! You saw what he did to Violence! You can't expect to fight him!

Aki: It doesn't matter! I'm not going to sit here and let myself be killed by some horny devil with an identity crisis! 

Angel: Horny devil...?

Luck: I believe we have talked for far too long... Now... What are you willing to bargain?

???: W-Wait! Double or nothing!

A shrill panicked voice cut through the air and Luck couldn't help but eagerly turn to the voice at the sound of a double or nothing. A skittish girl with black hair stood shakily clutching to a knife, her knees on the verge of buckling as she stood next to the incapacitated Violence.

Violence: K-Kobeni! I told you to get out of here...!

Before the scared girl could open her mouth she found her voice dying in her throat as she stared directly into the piercing green eyes of fate itself. Luck's nose hovered mere inches away from her own as he moved at inhuman speeds to stand right before her.

Luck: Double or nothing... Interesting... What do you have to bargain?

Aki: Kobeni don't!

Kobeni: W-Weh... I didn't really think this through... G-Gah! I'm gonna die, aren't I?! I just didn't know what was going o-on! Why are you-!

Luck: Should you win... I will eliminate myself and relieve all existing debts to fate... But should I win... I will mount your head on the swordsman's blade...

If Kobeni could get even more trembling it was just found as she went wide-eyed, tears leaking from them as she seemingly was all that stood between the total death of those gathered here. Luck took a moment to clean a bit of blood from the coin before presenting it to the girl.

Luck: Heads... or tails...?

Kobeni: I... I would like to keep my head s-so... Heads! N-No wait tails! No wait.. h-heads! 

Luck flipped the coin into the air and the air seemed to stagnate for a moment before it finally landed in his palm once more. 

Luck: Tails... 

Kobeni: W-Weh!

Luck: Fate calls me to kill you... But let us see what it deems now... Heads or tails?

Kobeni: Gah... I don't wanna do this anymore! I don't want to die! Weeeehhhhh! Heads!

Once more the coin flipped into the air, and Aki's nerves frayed beyond relief as he was ready at a moment's notice to pounce on the body of his former comrade even if the attempt was in vain. the coin ever so slowly trailed from the air to land into the palm of Luck revealing... Heads. Kobeni couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as she took note of her seemingly changing fortunes before the knowledge that she was tied with this abnormal monster sent her back into panic mode. Luck for his part seemed amused behind his stoic face, deadly green eyes enjoying each fidgeting movement of the poor girl. Without another word, he simply flipped the coin into the air.

Luck: Heads...

Kobeni: P-Please don't be!

Flip...

Flip...

Flip...

Time slowed to a crawl as everyone simply awaited the result of the coin. Would the day finally end in victory... or would there be another bloodbath to contend with. The coin settled into Luck's palm with a thump and Kobeni dropped to her knees with tears pouring from her eyes. 

Tails.

Luck gazed down at the result before the coin crumbled to dust in his palm. Despite his disapproval of the situation... fate was absolute in his strange eyes.

Kobeni: S-So... now you...

Luck: Your luck is incredible... Kobeni... The abomination is strangely lucky in a sense... to have met you...

Kobeni: A-Abomination? What are you- Eeeep!

The crystal hand of Luck pierced into his chest with the sound of broken glass, fingers caressing his strange heart before he unceremoniously crushed his heart. Blood poured from the cracks in the crystal material before Luck let out one last breath and crumbled to the ground. The crystal material shattered and melted as Kobeni could only watch in morbid curiosity. Violence, Aki, and Angel were more stunned than anything as this strange episode seemingly happened out of nowhere. Though one thing was for certain... if you did manage to recover from this and be you again... There was a lot more to you than a simple mask devil... And they planned to try and find out.

Even if there is a certain temptress making sure that won't happen... until the time is right.