#tekken bloodlust au

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A Forsaken Deal(Tekken BloodLust AU mini-story)

Prequel to "Breaking Brat"

Explicit content warning: NSFW nudity, genderbending.

Kazuya was locked in an empty void. Purple Haze surrounded him in an air of chaos that lurks within.

Where the heck am I? Am I supposed to be dead? Is this Hell? He thought.

"Welcome to my prison, Kazuya Mishima."

A voiced echoed through the room. A mix of growls shook the ground beneath him.

"Who are you?" Kazuya asked.

"You were five years old when I saved you from that cliff," said the voice.

"I didn't ask you to save me. That old man never wanted me anyway."

"You don't choose your time of death, Kazuya. I do." A giant crystalline creature walked towards him in gigantic steps, the ground shaken even more. "I am The One, The Devil. Azazel, The Rectifier."

"The Devil, as in... The Devil Gene?" Kazuya crossed his arms. "Does that have anything to do with the reason Heihachi killed my mother and her family?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Azazel nodded. "Your mother was the leading scholar of Hachijo Clan. She worships me, prepared me for my awakening on Earth. Now, you are her last hope, to rebuild what the Hachijo have lost."

"By killing Heihachi?"

"That is not what I said."

"My body is incinerated in lava. I'll take any chances of going back up there."

"As you wish," Azazel waved his hand. Dark energy surrounded Kazuya, lifting him up in the air and puts him on a chokehold. He could keep his breath, but unable to speak nor move his body.

"You have possessed the power to feed upon men and their life forces, but from now on I will grant you a choice to create new servants as you regain your strength. But once the pangs of hunger strikes, you will be reborn in a suitable body that lets them bend upon your will."

A violent force radiated from his core and spread to his body, making him feel smaller and weaker, his nipples growing larger and stuff and he could feel his pants about to slide off his waitsline. Kazuya was unable to move his head, but he could feel his usual spiky hair falling down to silken strands tingling over his scalp, leaving him with no choice but to close his eyes shut.

As he opened his eyes once again, he was greeted by a buzzing light. He puts his hands over his left eye, feeling it more sensitive than ever.

He managed to sit upwards. Something felt heavy around the chest, but not enough that he was aware of his surrounding. The room feels very white, and one hand was connected to an IV tube, which he instinctively removed.

It feels like a dream, he thought to himself.

Finally standing up, despite feeling the gravity might have shifted lower down, he managed to walk towards the bathroom sink and washed his face. Noticing the mirror looked clouded from the cold air, he decided to wipe it off, revealing a face that wasn't his.

...hers.

"No fucking way", she muttered, then noticing her voice went higher while maintaining her usual raspy tone. "That is not my voice."

She looked down, realizing the heaviness actually came from a pair of supple mounds on her chest. Her hands, once muscular and sinewy with calloused fingers, now flawlessly delicate with nails taking on black polish, forming digits of sharp talons, though her arms maintain some amount of muscles she—he used to have as a man, making the scars he got from falling off a cliff looked cooler on this athletic female body.

"Does that mean—" Kazuya reached down to her pants. Feeling the void between the legs where something else used to be there. Her hands then roamed around the hips, feeling her thighs which are now rounded and thick with nicely accommodating rear and long legs that will stop traffic and drive any woman envious. By that point in time, she felt this body making her prettier than the forest ranger she hooked up after the second tournament.

She left a sigh, wishing to indulge in this new body, but there is no time in dwelling. She had to find a clue in what room she was held captive. Another regret being her only clue was a letter "G" on her sports bra. Kazuya also didn't expect to have such knowledge for knowing the sports area of every department store where she always found his sneakers would always include such item. She decided to walk out of the room, only to encounter what seemed to be a janitor, same letter was attached on his ID.

"Oh, you're subject number 420. I'm here to deliver some freshly laundered clo—"

Before he finished his sentence, she swept him by the leg, grabbed his neck and pinned him against the wall. It is not helping that her body made her slightly smaller than usual, but lifting him up is more than enough to intimidate.

"Where am I?" Kazuya asked.

"Si��I mean Ma'am—I mean..."

"Answer me!" Blue electrics surged through her arms.

"Ma'am, you're in a lab. This is their incubation room to monitor your vitals."

"What does this letter G stand for?" She pointed at the letter on her bra.

"Uh..." The janitor tried to focus on it but tried to look away for how much his eyes were drawn too much towards her sensuous cleavage. "...G-Cups?"

She lifted him up once again and hit his head towards the wall.

"THE LOGO, YOU LITTLE DIPSHIT!"

"uh...uh... G-Corporation! It's G-Corporation! Please don't hurt me..."

"Tch, never heard that one before, but you made me starving."

Kazuya smelled the air around the janitor, the sweat gives away a scent of fresh blood she couldn't wait to indulge. Her fangs elongated, piercing through the nape of his neck. As she began sucking the fresh metallic flavor, so satisfying that she revel in the physical experience, her body grew taller, her hair started lifting up and the muscles she once lost have restored while the janitor shrank down, making his clothes hanging loose on his body. He slumped unconscious on the ground, now mirroring her female transformation, while Kazuya was fully restored. Feeling more strength came back to him as he looked at his hand, returning to his familiar male body.

"That's neat," Kazuya muttered to himself as he got rid of the sports bra he no longer needs and took the freshly laundered clothes to wear. Donning in light grey shirt and black pants, he noticed a letter that comes with the clothes he wear. He opened the envelope and read the letter.

Kazuya Mishima,

If you read this as you were awake from your slumber, we are waiting for you to our next meeting in our boardroom by 9 A.M.

Knowing your history with the Mishima Zaibatsu and your anomalies within our studies of you, we are looking forward to your cooperation in order of furthering our research studies in the latest bio-technology.

Best regards,

Dr. Abel

"I'll come there early, just to teach them a lesson or two," Kazuya adjusting his shirt and walked out of the room. He didn't know who was this Dr. Abel, but all he knew is that he could give an idea of keeping this body permanent, if there was such a way for it. Or perhaps, he would remain cursed to walk between two worlds?

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Me: hey, brain, the WiFi is currently not working. Can we do something now?

Brain: sure! That means no distraction to be creative!

Me: awesome! Does that mean you can help me finish my fanfic?

Brain: How about you make one animation in one hour

Me: what the—

Brain: animation. One hour.

Me:

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When G-Corp brought you back from the dead but there were anomalies and malfunction at play

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Gilang has been wondering...

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Well, this is...awkward.

I still gotta feed you something for my AU anyway 🤷

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Dumping my wip

To show you guys my chibi Kazuya

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Concept arts for this AU because ofc I have a brainrot over it. Follow me for more Tekken... I hope.

Lo and behold,

Tekken Blood Lust AU

I have been working on this for a while, but here is the whole setup

Taking place in the world of Tekken, the Devil Gene carried unusual vampiric qualities.

Hachijo clan was once known as devoted worshippers of Azazel the Rectifier—the original Devil™

Yes, the trashy Azazel. The Blue Eyes White Dragon from AliExpress. That Azazel.

The women of Hachijo clan were chosen to form a pact as servants for The Devil. Whoever carried The Devil's Gene will crave for life forces and preyed upon men, absorbing their essence to restore balance of nature and prevent world-ending threats, which Kazumi proudly carry upon her mission to neutralize Heihachi's influence upon the world. Unfortunately she failed, forcing to leave her task onto her son, Kazuya Mishima.

Kazuya was proven to be the only one who carried Devil Gene at the time, setting fear upon Heihachi that he would do whatever it takes to get rid of him. Until the second tournament, Heihachi successfully put Kazuya down, and tossed him into a volcano, hoping it will never haunt his life once again.

Lucky for Kazuya, his remains were discovered by G-Corporation, a bio-tech firm known for their influence in genetic and medical advances. Curiosity caught the better of these scientists that they decided to make an attempt at resurrecting him. The experiment was a success, except their equipments affected the expression of Devil Gene, causing instability upon Kazuya's body.

As if Kazuya formed a new pact with Azazel, his pang of hunger would alter his body into an unfamiliar female form—seemingly a disadvantage for him, and only restored as male once his hunger was fully sated.

The scientist offered to run more tests and researches on Kazuya, which he agreed for further understanding of Devil Gene's mechanics. And yet, decades have passed, the research brought them nowhere, and they lost their patience...

...for Kazuya, it is time that enough, is enough

[sonicanvas]

I forgot this last one I made for this AU. Let's just say that Kazuya may have found a new collection of shoes he'd love to claim on his shelf

Lo and behold,

Tekken Blood Lust AU

I have been working on this for a while, but here is the whole setup

Taking place in the world of Tekken, the Devil Gene carried unusual vampiric qualities.

Hachijo clan was once known as devoted worshippers of Azazel the Rectifier—the original Devil™

Yes, the trashy Azazel. The Blue Eyes White Dragon from AliExpress. That Azazel.

The women of Hachijo clan were chosen to form a pact as servants for The Devil. Whoever carried The Devil's Gene will crave for life forces and preyed upon men, absorbing their essence to restore balance of nature and prevent world-ending threats, which Kazumi proudly carry upon her mission to neutralize Heihachi's influence upon the world. Unfortunately she failed, forcing to leave her task onto her son, Kazuya Mishima.

Kazuya was proven to be the only one who carried Devil Gene at the time, setting fear upon Heihachi that he would do whatever it takes to get rid of him. Until the second tournament, Heihachi successfully put Kazuya down, and tossed him into a volcano, hoping it will never haunt his life once again.

Lucky for Kazuya, his remains were discovered by G-Corporation, a bio-tech firm known for their influence in genetic and medical advances. Curiosity caught the better of these scientists that they decided to make an attempt at resurrecting him. The experiment was a success, except their equipments affected the expression of Devil Gene, causing instability upon Kazuya's body.

As if Kazuya formed a new pact with Azazel, his pang of hunger would alter his body into an unfamiliar female form—seemingly a disadvantage for him, and only restored as male once his hunger was fully sated.

The scientist offered to run more tests and researches on Kazuya, which he agreed for further understanding of Devil Gene's mechanics. And yet, decades have passed, the research brought them nowhere, and they lost their patience...

...for Kazuya, it is time that enough, is enough