Echoes of heroes, Invincible x Ocs

Rising again

Naga's laughter reverberated off the walls, filling the chamber with an eerie resonance that sent shivers down the spines of those who remained. His eyes gleamed with a wild, manic light as he surveyed the carnage around him, the blood of his victims staining his claws and dripping from his maw.

Naga: Ha ha ha! Is this all you had to offer? Weak, pitiful creatures, no match for the might of Naga!

His voice was a twisted melody of triumph and madness, a symphony of chaos that echoed through the darkness. With each peal of laughter, he felt the last vestiges of his humanity slip away, consumed by the primal fury that burned within him.

Naga: Who's next, I wonder? Who else dares to challenge the might of Naga?

His words were a challenge, a taunt to any who dared to stand against him. But there was no response, only the oppressive silence of the chamber, broken only by the sound of his own laughter.

And as he stood amidst the ruins of his tormentors, Naga felt a surge of exhilaration course through him, a thrill unlike any he had ever known. For in that moment, he was invincible, unstoppable, a force of nature unleashed upon the world.

For he was Naga, and he would never be contained again.

As the echoes of Naga's laughter faded into the darkness, a sudden wave of disorientation washed over Naga, his head throbbing with an intensity that threatened to overwhelm him. He staggered backward, clutching his skull in agony, as a blinding pain seared through his consciousness.

Nagisa: N-No... not again...

His voice was a desperate whisper, barely audible amidst the chaos that engulfed him. With each pulse of pain, he felt himself slipping further and further away, his grip on reality growing ever more tenuous.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the pain subsided, leaving Nagisa gasping for breath as he struggled to remain upright. He blinked back tears of agony, his vision swimming as he tried to make sense of the world around him.

Nagisa: What... what happened?

His words were little more than a hoarse rasp, his throat raw from the screams that had torn from his lips. But there was no answer, only the oppressive silence of the chamber, broken only by the sound of his own ragged breaths.

And then, with a shuddering gasp, Nagisa's strength finally gave out, his legs buckling beneath him as he collapsed to the ground in a heap. He hit the pool of blood with a sickening splash, the metallic tang of it filling his nostrils as darkness closed in around him.

For Nagisa, the nightmare was far from over. But as he slipped into unconsciousness, a small flicker of hope remained, a glimmer of light amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him.

For he was Nagisa, and though he may have faltered, he would never be broken

And this time it was true

Cecil's footsteps echoed through the chamber, the sound reverberating off the cold, stone walls as he made his way toward Nagisa's prone form. His expression was grim as he took in the scene before him, the pool of blood that surrounded the boy, the signs of struggle that littered the room, the body parts scattered across the floor.

Cecil: Nagisa...

His voice was heavy with concern as he knelt beside the boy, his hand reaching out to gently shake him awake. But Nagisa remained unresponsive, his breathing shallow and ragged as he lay unconscious on the ground.

Cecil's brow furrowed with worry as he surveyed the scene, his mind racing with questions and concerns. What had happened here? And more importantly, where were Nagisa's parents?

But before he could ponder these questions further, a sudden movement caught his eye—a faint stirring of consciousness in the young hero lying before him. Cecil leaned in closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Nagisa to awaken.

And then, with a soft groan, Nagisa's eyes fluttered open, his gaze unfocused as he struggled to orient himself. Cecil's hand tightened around his shoulder, uncharacteristically offering a reassuring presence as he tried to comfort the y boy in his time of need.

Cecil: Nagisa, can you hear me? What happened here?

His voice was gentle but urgent, his concern evident as he awaited Nagisa's response. But the young hero remained silent, his gaze distant as he stared off into the darkness, lost in his own thoughts.

For Cecil, the sight was troubling. Nagisa was a strong and resilient boy that he'd known for a long time,. But whatever had transpired here had clearly taken its toll on him.

But as Cecil looked down at the boy lying before him, he knew that with time and care, he would rise again, stronger and more determined than ever before,

So Cecil picked Nagisa up and couldn't help but notice how fragile Nagisa looked and with a sigh carried him off

Nagisa slowly blinked his eyes open, the harsh white light of the hospital room flooding his senses as he struggled to regain his bearings. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint sounds of medical equipment humming softly in the background.

As he shifted in the bed, a dull ache spread through his body, a constant reminder of the ordeal he had endured. Memories of the torture, the monsters, the loss of his parents flooded back to him and of course the rampage, threatening to overwhelm him once more.

But Nagisa pushed the memories aside. He glanced around the room

And then, as if on cue, the door to his room swung open, revealing a familiar figure standing in the doorway. It was Cecil, his expression grave as he approached Nagisa's bedside.

Cecil: Hey problem child, how are you feeling?

Nagisa took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, his voice hoarse but steady.

Nagisa: I've been better. But I'll live.

His words were laced with a hint of bitterness, but his eyes where different they showed fire

Cecil nodded as he took a seat beside Nagisa's bed,

Cecil: I'm sorry for what happened, Nagisa. We're still investigating the incident, but I promise we'll get to the bottom of it.

Nagisa offered a weak smile in response, grateful for Cecil's reassurance in the face of uncertainty. Despite everything that had happened, he knew that he was not alone—that he had allies who would stand by him no matter what.

Nagisa with a hollow chuckle: well it's not like those villains will be doing anything anymore I think Naga took care of that, but seriously thank you Cecil

Cecil nodded, his expression grave as he reached out to place a reassuring hand on Nagisa's shoulder.

Cecil: It'll all be ok Nagisa you can trust me on that one, I know I can't usually be trusted but if it's someone like you then I know you'll get through this

Nagisa nodded letting out a small smile

Two years later

Nagisa is currently 11 years old and is standing on a rooftop dressed in his hero gear his expression unreadable but the fire in his eyes was unmistakable

He head chaos down below

Nagisa: I don't know if there is an afterlife but if there is then I hope you are watching over me, because I'm going to use the power you two gave me, too make this crazy and awful world a little bit better

Nagisa falls off the building

He let's his wings spread

And then rushes at the villains

And that's a wrap

Nagisa's backstory is done now it's time to move into Kyoka's