[This story is a fan-made, transformative work inspired by the Attack on Titan universe created by Hajime Isayama. All original characters, settings, and copyrighted elements belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. Nero Angelo and the storyline in The Voidwalker Chronicles are original creations by the author. This work is shared solely for entertainment and tribute purposes and is not intended for commercial use or copyright infringement.]
Location: A New World, A New Era
The sky above Shiganshina was clear, unblemished by clouds.
The Wall was gone—along with the Titans.
Where once lay rubble, now vibrant streets thrived.
Music floated on the breeze.
Children laughed freely.
And every soul once lost had returned.
Eren stood near the rebuilt gates, dressed simply—no longer the world's enemy, just a young man at last finding peace.
The celebration was in full swing.
And the man behind it all?
He stood atop a nearby building, watching over the scene—arms crossed, calm but distant.
Nero Angelo.
His clothes were clean and effortlessly stylish—black slacks, a dark coat hanging open, silver threads woven like ancient runes tracing the fabric. His hair caught the soft lantern light.
The Crowd Notices
Armin nudged Mikasa, whispering, "He's here."
Mikasa smiled quietly, "Of course he is. He made this possible."
Cheers rose from the crowd—not because Nero demanded it, but because they remembered.
He had descended alongside Eren in the darkest hour.
He had restored what was lost.
He had shown them power need not be control—it could be hope.
The Party Begins
A festival bloomed in the night air.
Levi challenged Nero to a drinking contest, smirking with his usual intensity.
Sasha returned from the food stalls, arms overflowing with snacks.
Historia led a massive dance circle, dragging even Jean into the celebration.
Marleyans and Eldians danced side by side, old grudges forgotten.
Gabi's eyes widened in disbelief.
"We were ready to destroy each other… and now, we're dancing?"
Falco grinned, "That's what he wanted."
Nearby, Nero sat quietly with a small group of children, letting them braid flowers and colorful threads into his hair.
He never sought the spotlight.
Yet he was the reason they were all here.
A Quiet Moment with Eren
Later, under a sky full of stars, the party had softened.
Eren approached Nero, holding two cups.
"Drink with me."
Nero smirked, "Only if you don't cry this time."
They settled atop the same hill where once the world had ended.
"Did you really know this would work?" Eren asked.
"No," Nero admitted. "But you didn't deserve to be the devil they painted you as. None of you did."
Eren raised his cup. Nero met it with his own.
"To freedom," Eren said.
"To life," Nero replied.
Final Scene
Fireworks blossomed overhead, painting the night with color.
And then Nero vanished, quietly, without fanfare.
No portals. No words.
Just a whisper, carried by the wind:
"On to the next soul that needs saving."