The Voidwalker Chronicles

[This story is a what if—a reimagining of Akame ga Kill's ending through the lens of my OC, Nero Angelo. I know the original ending hit hard (trust me, I felt it too), but this one-shot is meant to bring a bit of catharsis. It's not here to erase the original, but to explore what could've happened if someone with the power to change fate stepped in just before it all went wrong.

If you're here for emotional payoff, some poetic justice, and maybe a little peace for our fallen rebels—you're in the right place.

This is for the fans who wanted one last reunion. Let's give them the ending they deserved.

Now, on with the story.]

The battle was over.

The capital lay in ruins, silence falling like snow after a storm. Fires still smoldered in distant buildings, but the gunfire had stopped. The screams were gone. Only the dead remained—scattered across the battlefield, unmoving.

Akame stood amidst the wreckage, her blade lowered, shoulders trembling with exhaustion. Beside her, Leone knelt by Mine's lifeless body. Tatsumi clutched his ribs, looking to the sky in disbelief.

And then, they heard footsteps.

Soft. Steady.

Nero Angelo emerged from the fading shadow of the palace, black cloak trailing behind him. His eyes, pale silver, swept across the survivors and the fallen alike. He said nothing at first.

He simply walked.

Past Akame. Past Tatsumi. Past broken stone and shattered steel, until he stood at the heart of the battlefield—where the most blood had been spilled.

Then… he raised his right arm.

The wind stilled.

The world held its breath.

And in the next moment—

time stopped.

The stars above flickered. Cracks spiderwebbed through the very sky like broken glass. Beyond the fractures shimmered a strange light—soft, golden, impossibly warm. A world beyond death.

And through those cracks…

the souls returned.

One by one, beams of light descended—gentle, slow, purposeful. They slipped into broken bodies. The fallen stirred. Wounds closed. Pale cheeks regained color. Heartbeats returned, strong and steady.

Mine gasped and opened her eyes.

Leone let out a choked cry.

Tatsumi dropped to his knees as rebel soldiers around him sat up in confusion, clutching at their chests, breathing like they were doing it for the first time again.

Even civilians who had been caught in the crossfire… the innocent lives lost in the Empire's final tantrum—they too rose, whole once more.

Akame's lips parted, disbelief etching every feature. "You brought them back…"

Nero didn't respond. He didn't need to.

The night was filled with reunion. Tears. Laughter. Screams of joy. Friends holding friends. Lovers clinging to each other. Parents hugging their children.

But it wasn't over.

Nero turned to leave, his work done. His figure fading into the ruins.

But he paused.

Looked back.

"One last gift from me," he said quietly. "Take care of them."

And the air shimmered again.

From behind the remnants of a collapsed wall, four figures stepped out.

—A gentle smile. Round glasses.

"Sheele…?"

—A proud stance, arms crossed.

"Bulat…!"

—A mischievous wave, pink hair bouncing.

"Chelsea?!"

—A casual lean, toothpick between his lips.

"Lubbock."

Night Raid froze. Their eyes wide. Their hearts pounding.

Akame covered her mouth, voice breaking. "You came back…"

The four smiled.

"About time we clocked in again," Bulat said with a grin.

"I missed you guys," Sheele said softly.

"Told you I was hard to get rid of," Lubbock added, winking.

Chelsea crossed her arms with a smirk. "What? No welcome party?"

They rushed in. Tears were shed. Hugs exchanged. For the first time in forever, Night Raid… was whole again.

Nero stood at the edge of it all, silently watching.

Leone turned to him, tears in her eyes. "Why…? Why go so far for us?"

Nero met her gaze. "Because some stories deserve a better ending."

He glanced at the sky—where the cracks had faded, mended as if they were never there.

"I walk alone," he said. "But that doesn't mean others have to."

The stars shimmered above. Midnight had come.

And Nero Angelo… turned to leave once more.

As he disappeared into the shadows of a healing world, his voice lingered in the air like the last note of a lullaby:

"Live well. Live free. And never forget—you were always worth saving."

(The End)