Liu Kang x angry god reader (gender neutral preferably) there's a legend about their power so Shang Tsung wants them on their side. Liu Kang finds them first ofc then hurt/comfort ensues🥳!
Pairing: Liu Kang x God!Gender-Neutral!Reader
AU: None.
Warnings: Straight up gore going on and violence.
Author’s notes: Sorry for the lack of stories, got into a little rut. But hopefully this is okay, I really need to get on that Tomas’ story because we all want a story on him, huh?
People haven’t heard much about you, nor they know the history of everything that came before you. You remained in the restless state of sleep within the highest dimensional plane for many aeons. A place full of nothing but darkness. A place full of nothing but barren lands and rubbles. You were placed here against your will. Against your will by those you trusted and cared for. Those very people you spilt your own blood, sweat and tears for.
Their betrayal against you hurts. It hurts tremendously that the rage had flooded your sight and your already delicate mind. The unabated anger that tore itself through the masses, torpedoed everything to pieces. It was the very day, they screamed ‘the sky had fell’.
“The sky is falling! Get to safety! Get away!”
You didn’t hear the cries of the people that participated in the coup. Those measly prayers, the disgraceful desperation for forgiveness which felt fake and vain to your sensitive soul. They knew the time had come and there was none left for them.
You were hurt. All of your efforts thrown back in your face. Tortured to the extent of being driven insane and salivating like a rabid dog, stricken against the fragile, broken bones of your wings, lacerated wounds on your gentle skin that you took pride in, gone and marred against your will because you didn’t fulfil their purpose that they craved so long for.
The mortals see you as a genie, granting all their wishes at whim. The ‘Ask and you shall receive’ button with no limit to how many can be fulfilled. You became a disgrace in the eyes of your own. Those you tried your hardest to impress, to be seen one of them but no. An outcast you were for showing such ‘weaknesses’ to the mortals. Too ‘resourceful’ to the point that they spitefully believed to thought they had my kind in chains, yanking at our neck, demanding tricks to be performed at once for their entertainment. They believed that the mortals no longer feared the wrath of their kind because of you.
The mortals no longer kneel to the many of most high with such regards. Instead, they dragged them down to your level, scrambling over, trying to get what resources they want selfishly without an exchange of their own life in return. Mortals’ mind no longer to differentiate between the hierarchic system put in place to separate the top from bottom.
They shamed you. Deprived you of your freedom and dignity. Trapped you inside this echoing blackness down below, all of your sensory organs deprived. Dilated pupils reacting and fluctuating with fear and impeding doom.
‘Desperate to impress’, Your ‘mentor’ said.
‘Shameless fool for dragging us to your wretched knees!’ The Chief spat, whipping and beating you hard to prove a point that you refused to believe.
‘You spat on the above with your unrepentant actions! You used your powers for their puny purposes!’
They all tore it into your mind and it hurts once more even further.
You wanted be good.
You wanted to do good.
They forced your hand.
They forced it far enough that you couldn’t grasp the full extent of how far it can go.
How far you can be pushed to the climbing brink of no return.
There was nothing.
Everything was silent.
The pungent stench of metallic odour permeated the air.
Squelching resonated through the lands that used to be filled with voices, smell and life. Your feet, every steps — sunken into the wet, clumpy soil within the mangled grassland. The rubbles of what used to be buildings were scattered ahead, covering the entire space that used to be where the mortals stood before the altars.
Drip…
Drip…..
Drip…….
The dark red liquid cascaded downward of your arms to the very tips your fingers. It splattered at your feet and the ground you moved on.
You moved at a such a laggard speed, your soaked wings on the rocky landscape, scraping against every viscera of the mortals who you cared for all your life.
It was far from over.
You were not done.
Your wrath remained unextinguished.
Your newborn potency of your powers were undulating through your bloodstream. The jugular veins pulsed through your neck from all that had happened.
You wanted more.
Your thirst for death and retribution is increasing.
You want to pay a visit the your home where you resided with your kind.
They heard about everything.
The bloodbath that was spilt.
Your dormant powers that woke from its inception and poured out onto the environment in response of your traumas built overtime.
They didn’t stand a chance against an outcast that had nothing left to lose.
Weapons clashed, chains clanged and scraped across the space as all tried to take you on. You were a threat that must be dealt with. You are unfit to live. Your snarled like an infested with rabies, strings of saliva spilling out from the mouth when you jumped on one of your own, using the concentrated fiery light to burn them alive, to tear the flesh apart with such ease and pleasure.
The next, you broke the wings and caved their skull in with such inhumane force it crumbled like tree trunks infested with rot.
You kept going, kept finding ways to experiment on your powers against them all. Those spells when you spat them out, burned them from inside out, tore their organs out from their mouths and shoved down another. Your body burned with such intensity to leave imprints of the vicious attacks against your higher rank members. You tortured them all with the same tactics they used against you. You relished in the pained cries and agony until their final breath.
It was down to a few, you left those that endorsed your pain and suffering. The times you begged for forgiveness and mercy for the actions that you thought were expected of you for the greater good. When they watched you, their own get abused and scarred with so much fear that you couldn’t stand up right when you were unchained due to the severity of your injuries.
You made them watch the population decrease because of you. One person easily wiped out the whole force with such ease and excitement of seeing gore made from your own actions.
You shorten them all down to three, to make the watch, to make them fear for their lives as how they made you fear for your own. Every actions inflicted upon your body is now juxtaposed.
“You all thought so lowly of me. Thought that I am unfortunate to be the weakest, the one that ‘brought disgrace’ to all of you. Everything I do, was never enough. It was never enough to bring me into your fold. You made me an outcast of this land. You made me like this, you broke me so much all for me wanting to fulfil the mortals’ wishes and they got so driven by madness that you cursed me, abused me all because you don’t want to compromise with them. You let them hurt your own. You let them tear me apart because you told me to not do it no more!” You rambled on, scowling at their faces when they tried to come up with excuses.
You didn’t hear them.
It was lies.
It was all lies.
They always lie to you to placate you. To calm you down. To convince you that things are going to change and you would no longer be an outsider in your own kind. How can the gods be trusted when all they did was do not but harm their growing godling?
You didn’t want to hear it and went ahead and finish them.
The force slammed the air out your lungs. Cold overtook your frame as you started seeing black on the edge of your vision threatening to swallow your vision. You fought back the force. You fought back with all you had but they had outmanoeuvred you by attacking your weak spots they knew you had from when they dealt with you. Explored what made you react and curl up into a ball with your wings covering your frame to prevent any more ‘experimentation’.
They used their strength to hold you down as you tried to bite at them, wiggling your way out their hold but you failed. One held you by your neck, squeezing it with such force, had made your oesophagus spasmodic.
You couldn’t breathe. You tried to force your arms free to no avail. You were trying to stay alive. You were trying to keep your eyes open.
You were lifeless when you took your last breath. The one that held your neck, kept his hand there not trusting to let go. He stopped when the others had removed their hands from your limbs.
Transported, you were carried by their hands. Every one of them held your limbs each to carry you were you inhabited the cold vacuum of nothingness for aeons.
There was nothing left of your people. There is no documentation nor evidence that they existed. They egotistically believed that they outlived all for aeons that mortals would past down the knowledge to the next in line.
You killed enough mortals and gods to be the reason why everything you grew up, learnt and taught is no longer living history of the past. You were a last god from a dead race and a dead religion to prevail.
“What is the meaning of all this? You dare to bother wasting my time for an archaic, antiquated and decomposing book on my desk? Now is not the time for one of your little inconsequential skit.” Shang Tsung’s eyes glanced at the thick, faded book with pages that looked to seen better days before him with such distaste.
The pages slightly detached from the book’s weakened binders when Quan Chi’s minions turned a heavy the book with a loud ear deafening scraping sound, which Shang glared at them enough that they quickly left the room for the conversation to take place.
The pages were yellowed, snivelled up by age. The edge of fragile pages had already disintegrated due to the mishandling. Shang Tsung had always prided himself on having his collection filled with high quality material, ancient potent spell books that react at his fingertips. He had plenty that are old and withering but the spells embedded inside the pages had kept everything from decaying. No faded handwritings, recorded down drawn pictures to help find ingredients for anything that need to be preserved or used.
He couldn’t dare have this book near his craft, it was unfit for purpose even if he was on his quest for full control of power. The title on the leather hardback book barely showed up in the candle light.
“Dare I say it would be worth your time and attention to look within the pages? A boost would suffice for the plans to collect souls and over powered those that dare stand in our paths?”
His ambition to take and control once more took over. He wanted to seek out the strongest possible force that he could control. Something that he can use at his whim and to unleash hell when an obstacle stood in his way.
Shang wanted a force so unruly against his enemies but so docile, a malleable thing he can mould it to his liking.
He saw endless pages. Lengthy descriptions. Rare potions written down, every sentence precise and heavily detailed to the point that no miscalculation or inaccuracy had to be found within the spells to revive what was snuffed out.
More and more, he hyper-fixated, the more he felt the energy solidified within. The bond was slithery. The substantial weighed him down. He watched apparitions appearing in corners of his lair. It’s thin, long lines of shadows stretching and constricting. It’s never moved from to the centre, never moved like shadows behind people when they move.
Shang took things slow by the day reading and collecting specific items to be given as an offering. He built an altar of filled with small marble sculptures he paid out of his own pockets. His goons collect rare, glowing enthralling stones from other realms to bring together the summoning.
He felt it.
He felt the weight of anger. The weight of the wrath that matched his own for the way his life turned out to be. A life that he was never meant to live. He knew that. He always knew that. Liu Kang’s words and actions proved his suspicion he had against him — he made him this way, made him live an unfulfilling life, swindling townfolks out their lives so he could earn a living wage to keep him afloat.
When the truth came from the being called Kronika that stood before him. Everything all came together to make sense and his animosity toward the supposed creator of all was at it all time high.
He must take back what is his. Even if he had to sacrifice a slice of himself to resurrect the god written in the book that he dedicated himself to bring to life.
On the other hand, Shang was not the only one occupied with the drifting in the void.
Liu Kang was aware, very aware. He was the reason of your existence, the way you were created, personality and the reason you lived with the likewise beings just like you. Every time he created the universe to why he sees fit, along with his mistakes was you. No matter what he fixed or crucially changed parts of you from within — the loop repeated. The cycle of abuse and torture from your folks made you once many times destructive with powers that can rival deities all at once.
Liu once talked you, voice so soft and mellow. You looked at him, eyes watching his every moves that he was a threat. You were in a turmoil, thinking that everything and everyone was out to harm you. You didn’t want to hurt anyone, you didn’t want to inflict powers onto anyone.
Your powers defied Liu’s understanding and his hands in creating everything. Each time, he rebirths the universe, planets and the population, the powers he formed within you seem to accumulate and evolve quicker than what he expected and again, it all end the same.
He watched the hourglass – eyes reflecting in the glass with floating golden sand of Time. Watching the same chaos unfold all over again. Waves of blood spilt. The screams and cries of the innocents begging for their lives. The violence of it all. Community who came together to watch you came to life, maltreatment came shortly afterwards. Again, again, and again.
No matter what he can do.
Nothing seems to work.
“Liu Kang,“ Geras announced his return, his footsteps snapping Liu Kang out his on going thoughts.
“Geras, I hope all is well?”
“Shang Tsung has proven himself to be persistent in his findings after Quan Chi have stolen the sacred scriptures. Things will not be well if they regain consciousness.”
“I know. It seems no matter what I do to fix everything. It all end the same way. Every time I recreate a new timeline, a new universe; Shang Tsung, somehow — is trying to rouse, pacify and recruit them into his plans. I must do something, I must prevent them from joining the sorcerer. Nothing good comes out from the man’s mouth.” Liu Kang stated, standing before Geras and the hourglasses, again.
He needs to take drastic measures, something different. Something he never tried nor attempted to do.
“We must come up with something. Before it is too late.”
“We have exhausted all our options and efforts, Liu Kang. Like Shang Tsung, deep within their core — this is who they always been, no matter what you remove or reform them, they fall back to their genocidal ways.”
Liu Kang refused to hear that answer. It is the conviction in Geras’ speech that you couldn’t change your ‘genocidal’ ways as if proclaiming that you have only one path and it is blood, gore and destruction.
He took the risk. He severed all the ties Shang Tsung had connected between you and him.
He conjured Geras to retrieve you from the void, to be brought into the deep, undisturbed spot within the Fire Temple, away from the monks and the Earthrealm’s heroes. Away from the loudness of it all, from his eyes watching you grow, he noticed down your weaknesses.
Loud noises tipped you overboard.
Harsh movements and voices make your mind go to nefarious places. Before the thoughts set root in your mind, those hyper-vigilant eyes of yours instantaneously scan for escape routes in case you felt unsafe.
So much more Liu Kang had tucked deep in his cranium.
He waited right in the area where Geras entered through the glacial ice-cold portal to go in search of the ‘genocidal’ god.
Minutes had passed. Hours even. Liu Kang was ready to call all stops and request for Geras to return.
“Unhand me, you wretched disgrace. You dare humiliate me hauling me around like a sack of rocks! Unhand me”
A loud, animalistic, guttural and croaky voice engulfed the space. Darting noises of wings smacking against the surfaces as you tried to pry yourself out of the man’s hold to no avail.
You squalled and screeched, limbs flying and kicking about. You rambled on, threatening to drain Geras’ life force, to tear him to limb by limb if he don’t remove his hands off your skin.
Liu moved as you tried to lunge at him, to get a bite at him; to feast upon his corpse. He apprehended you when you managed to free yourself from Geras’ grip with your powers, blinding and burning him enough that he quickly let go.
Liu Kang land you down to the warm ground gently. He fetched the blanket from the bed to circle around your frame, being careful with your old grown-over wounds. You had so much. So many. Enough that it covered every part of your skin.
Shame and anger is what he felt watching your chest rise and fall. He is finally seeing you up close, those aeons of watching your life from the hourglass is nothing compared to seeing and feeling the fragility of your lifespan.
Days and weeks had went, he spent his time thinking. Remembering all the things that people he created by his hands uttered to him. All those words of anger, sadness and grief that he subjected them to a cycle of pain and suffering. He knew what the path of all those were and continued to let everything unfold. He tried to explain that there had to be balance between both forces.
Good and Evil.
Peace and Pain.
And Light and Dark.
If one outweighs the other, it is unbalanced and destruction will unfold shortly after.
You questioned him on this, you knew who Liu Kang was. Keeper of Time turned into God of Fire. Your kinfolks told you of him and what he was.
Ever since you learnt of his existence, like Shang Tsung — you had anger pouring into your chest. You wanted to lash out at him. To curse him for creating you, for letting you be born into the race of gods that caused so much suffering and agony to your life.
You wanted to be freed, safe and secure and he took that away from you. He took everything that you should have had away from you.
Shang Tsung was eager to welcome into his arms, to let you use your powers in exchange for protection and offerings to keep you stable and secure. Liu Kang stepped in the way of it and took it all away. He let your own family place you into the void, floating around on the high dimensional plane. Nothing to see and nothing more to do than lifelessly float about being under the spell of deep sleep.
You were a shell of a being. Trapped within, unable to move or escape. Shang Tsung overtime chipped away at the shell to strengthen the bond through the altar. He communicated his intention when he free you from the curse, how your powers would be free and how others would bend knees at whim to the God.
Shang Tsung played into it. Manipulating information to recruit you to his side. To sneakingly experiment on your powers he craved so deeply, perhaps to steal and drain you of the powerful life force inside you if he can.
When under Liu Kang’s care, you came to see what Shang really is. He didn’t want to help you. Not at all. All those sweet-talk to get you to him was not for protection rather than his selfish need to conquer the world. He played on your past, inciting the violence within to came forward the moment your feet touch Earthrealm.
You were hurt, distraught even. Everyone disappointed you once more. Every time.
“This is how it goes. Betrayal after betrayal. I let myself be swayed once more by a snake because I wanted care. I wanted protection that my own never gave. Why am I so undeserving? Why is all I know is pain?”
“You are deserving of love. Despite all that happened, you held on, you had the belief that you will find the soft place to land, a place where you can rest and be secured. A place where others will keep you safe and protected.” He spoke, touching the centre of your winged back, his warm hands giving you slight relief from your anguish.
“I find it hard to believe, Liu Kang. I killed. I killed my own. I killed the innocent. All because of isolation, being micromanaged and persecuted. My powers is the direct response to the years of torment I suffered. I am afraid I go back. I am afraid that you or anyone would treat me like them. Being paralysed and helpless within the shell of my body. I don’t want to go back there again. I hate that place.”
Furthermore, Liu Kang gave you reassurance. Compassion despite your past actions. A chance to reform yourself to who you wanted to truly be. To be loved and protected. To be treated like one of many that finally got peace, finally got a place to land and recover.
“Cease the worrying. Drink your tea and eat. You have not eaten since this morning and you have been training too hard on yourself. Give yourself time to recover.”
“I am well, Liu Kang. I do not crave sustenance.”
“Are you sure? Johnny told me that you tripped up when you smelt chicken with noodles and broth?”
“Johnny is deceptive.”
“I can see your eyes glancing towards the bowl of noodles. You are breathing in the aroma, the nose of yours is flexing.”
“Liu Kang.”
“Eat.”
Slurping and munching came shortly after. He grinned watching you eat.
Guys! I have finally completed it! And it was on the time 03:33AM! So cool! What do you guys think of this story? I felt like I may have derailed it in the beginning and tried to come around middle to the end.
