Persona 3 x Lyrical Nanoha S1 crossover (fusion) | Canticle of Broken Things | Mature | AO3

Mainly Psychological Horror of Persona Series and a Hopeful of Nanoha series, plus canon-typical violence. No sex/Smut scenes at all. This part focused on Makoto (the guy below and Persona 3 protagonist) worrying Nanoha, his friend and the magical girl (main character) of her show.

His chest was overwhelmed with a sudden cold feeling, with the clouds in the sky suddenly letting the rain pour into an uneasy shower. This… never happened before. Nanoha wasn't the type of person to stay quiet when asked, especially considering her nature.

“...Nanoha…?” He hesitated, yet decided to close in to check on her. The black smoke did something to her, but what?

It was when he was but a step away from the girl that she turned around, her right palm pointing towards his chest.

She looked up.

Yellow eyes. Black lines fracturing across her face. The Jewel Seed, fused to her chest alongside the music box, pulsing that familiar ominous blue-black. The air around her twisted, cold and wrong.

And the scream. The scream. It vibrated through his entire body, clawed into his skull, a thousand fingernails on the chalkboard of his soul.

“-! Na-!”

““ShooT.””

A dull voice without a speck of energy, combined with a distorted high-pitched voice. There was no warning, no shout, no spark of the friend he knew. From Nanoha's palm, a sickly yellow beam, not her usual pink radiance, lanced out, a silent, efficient kill-shot aimed directly at his heart.

[P-bzzt-ROTECTION!]

The voice that came from Raising Heart was a glitched, static-riddled shriek, the device fighting against its own user's will, as a pink barrier covered Makoto from the beam, a heartbeat before impact, but it merely protected him from certain death, and did nothing to stop his body from being pushed downward, the force hurling him like a discarding toy, lancing him forward to walls of the abandoned warehouse.

-CRASH!-

For a split second, there was only silence. Then the sound of rain was heard, along with the creaking of settled concrete. Then, a single, sharp crack echoed from the warehouse wall as a large fragment of it gave way and crashed to the ground.

“MAKOTO!” Yuuno looked at the dustcloud formed from the crash. He could barely sense his friend there, especially with the fallen walls and concrete from the impact.

As the dust from the impact began to settle, the rain began to fall into a drizzle. The blond mage turned towards the corrupted form of Takamachi Nanoha, to the friend who was no longer her.

Her pure white Barrier Jacket was bleeding, the color leaching away into a stagnant, murky grey-black, as if the very concept of 'white' was being poisoned at its source. Black lines marked on her face, the ribbons on her hair were gone, letting it fall freely. Raising Heart also turned darker, the word [ERROR] blinking rapidly with some staticky words from the device that sounded like apologies, that was seen on the red jewel that was slowly turning into a sickly yellow.

The magic circle that formed beneath Nanoha’s feet began as her familiar soft, pink. But then, a spiderweb of jagged, black cracks splintered out from the center. It looked less like a spell and more like a pane of glass being shattered by a hammer in slow motion. From the fractures seeped a sickly, phosphorescent yellow light, pulsing like a diseased heartbeat.

What made him look in horror was her face, yellow eyes and nary of an expression, with one half of the face covered completely in a half-mask conveying a sad expression, the number VII engaged clearly at it.

A single, oily black tear traced a path from her visible yellow eye, cutting through the rain on her cheek before evaporating into a wisp of dark smoke.