I wanted to make a Khaos Brigade fanfic so here it is
Design References
Lancelot looks like Yggdra from Yggdra Union
Mordred looks like Millia from Tales of Xillia
Sieg is based on Saber of Black from FATE
Blade of Entropy: Chapter 1 Tabula Rasa
She remembers her first sight, she was in a lab, inside a test tube at that moment not knowing left from right, but remembering her whole body felt 'wrong' and for some reason her fists kept clenching.
"The synchrony data is rather impressive but I suppose it's to be expected from the previous generation's strongest exorcist." A Scientist chuckled while watching the data on the computer next to the gigantic test tube.
"Well he was a 'freak' to the system, having the dual blade gears Blade Blacksmith and Sword Birth probably tied to those factors, and evolved so much his own body became a forge, a balance breaker like that is generally only found on longinus and extremely rare gears you know? Also many sub-species were created and researched thanks to him, allowing such an existence to die of old age would be a sin you know? Even if we have to use the body of a female to do it, since she is the only one with a Compatible Factor." Another scientist mentioned while typing on another computer, the laboratory was full of those, all working on the long blond haired girl sleeping inside the tube, being nude one could see all the scars her body had.
"Even so, while attaining the brain and the gears was somewhat easy, finding and modifying a body capable of handling those bugs is difficult you know? I suppose we can thank that heretic for that, if not for his research on holy swords this would take even longer, since we would have to be much more careful in handling their souls."
. The girl woke up, her blue eyes held an empty gaze and they stared straight, no emotions, a lifeless gaze that watched the abyss without break.
"Hoho look who woke up? So how things are Twilight Sword Ezel?"
"! Hdsfnsdlfnsdmfnsd,nfds,m" After hearing the word Ezel, the girl's eyes snapped wide and she started to trash against her bindings, while such thing happened the computers started to flash red, an obvious sign of danger.
"Gra-ahhh! Y-you! I-iam..notEzel..whoamI! Sword bladeedge DEATH heroVillain DEvilangelsamnotapuppet! KArnaArjunawhereare?! INDRA!" Raving madly the girl continued to struggle and yell, swords and scales started to grow out of her skin, the computers exploded as his energy overflowed the entire system.
"The subject is going out of control! Use the stabilizer now!"
"Which one?"
"The Sheath you idiot!"
Typing a command in one of the computers that haven't exploded yet, several black cable vaccines pierced the struggling girl's body, arms, legs and neck.
"Guah! Y-you! YOU!" Fainting after the yelling her head dropped down.
"Armstrong you imbecile! One more time and you will be kicked out of the project!" Reprimanding the large priest one of the scientists remarked, this one different from the others in being a woman and unmasked, her messy red hair and angry blue eyes made a scary image
Chuckling the large man dressed in a priest's robes merely shrugged. "Still for both of his 'names' to be a trigger for such a reaction, the girl is fighting against the intrusion if that was anything to go by, interesting, I must say whoever the original mind was it must have had a lot of willpower and I want to see it, the strength of 'God's Sword' against the sheer survival instinct long forgotten by us humans." With a frown on her face the red headed petite woman shook her head at the man's words and went back to her computer, this time typing even faster, unlike the detached feel of the other scientists this one was running high with emotions in relation to the experiment, as if it were personal to her.
"Indeed a man who surpassed the angels…well while it might be heresy to think this, one cannot help but be amazed really. I guess it's just a natural reaction after all he was known as the 'Strongest Human' as well right ?" This time a kind elderly voice resounded across the lab, dressed in the typical nun's habit and clothes, she watched the events unfold with a smile and closed eyes
"Indeed Griselda indeed." As both watched the girl's body continued to twitch and mutter. The large man interested, the red haired scientist bit her nails and the nun continued to merely smile.
"A field of swords…why? Am I nothing….weapon….."
"Hey turn the dream watcher up I want to see what the fragmented memories are coming up with!"
[DreamEzel ? Pov]
This sight….is nostalgic for me…but I don't know this place do I? All I can see are weapons of all sorts in this wasteland, some are calm, others are raging, yet it feels like all of them could be wielded by me. Even this bloodied field feels nostalgic. WHY?! WHY?! I am just a kid right? I mean I played Police and Bandits in the orphanage….Wait orphanage?
GRahhh! Pain pain why can't I think of it without this headache, orphanage….but I was raised by my parents to be an exorcist…wait what but the old hag raised me I was abandoned…W-what is going on?!
Synchro Rate:90%- What's this voice..grahhh! W-why do I feel myself slipping away? An image starts forming in front of me, pitch black without any definite features it started to walk in my direction, 'looking' at me it pondered while his shadowy body started to create features.
"It seens both of us will be sacrificed for the sake of the Church…" Who is this knight guy? He is tall, even when sitting down he is still taller than me! A demonic azure visage is the only way I can describe him, the helmet has a cross where the face should be, his chest a demonic face leering at the world, he gives the impression of a Guardian Dark Deity strangely thought, even so I hatehatehatehate him!
"Well what will you do then?" Cold, that is the only way I can describe his voice and manners, it feels like he is no different from the weapons lain within this wasteland
"What do you mean?"
"The 'you' of now is merging with the 'me' of the past, and as it goes you won't last long, even with that indomitable willpower you are showing off, you can feel it right? Those swords are piercing and 'killing' your memories. As I said sacrificed. I am fine with it thought, my entire life was dedicated to the ideals of a dead guy and even as his children condemned me I still did not regret it at all, but what about you kid?"
As he gives his speech 'other memories' starts flashing in my mind
"I will protect Yulie! That is my promise!" A young dark haired boy exclaims to his opponent, the brown haired blue dressed girl behind him gasps, the man, his enemy I guess, seems conflicted with something.
"I am not striking with vengeance…I am striking for the future! A World without sacrifices!" A black/blond haired man with 12 black wings looks surprised then he laughs, not a sarcastic one, but one filled with hope.
"I am not afraid! Even if you are really powerful I know you are a nice guy both of you! So stop repeating the fate of the previous wielders!"
"Red and white, once you stop to think about it those colors get along rather nicely don't they?"
"Promise me this! Die of old age! Surrounded by your loved ones!"
Destruction…it's the only way I can describe that blast of golden light emanating from the sword, it's wielder is laughing insanely as the blast gets near the boy, no he is a man now, clenching his teeth he pulls a weapon and attack the light, as if summoning a miracle it manages to equal the attack and counter it, cancelling both.
"Even if it's a Fake Weapon….Kresnik's conviction lies within it! It's not weak or lacking at all!" I can tell it, the older man's weapons are the stronger one, yet the one filled with ideals, hope and a desire to protect surpassed it. What carried the boy was not power, but his 'Hope that along with it came Power.'
"Oh God…Please someone be alive! Please!" I don't know who he is asking the people or this 'God', but he seems desperate, looking and running through the ruins of a city. He is older, and adult now, his arms and face are filled with scars and wounds.
"I'll keep if I least the future won't be filled with today's Michael?" In a graveyard he asks a blond haired twelve winged man. His voice sounds so weak and tired
"I don't deserve it…the title of a saint is for someone who brings joy and calm to the world…I just terrify it into peace…"
"Damn you Indra! Damn you!" Yelling to the heavens as rain fell down on his bloodied blades, on the ground two fresh corpses continued to bleed out
"We…walked a long road didn't we Yuile…" The boy is now an elderly man, laying against the grave of his beloved, he smiles finally at peace with himself and the world, a peaceful death for a knight drenched in the blood of the innocent and guilty, yet he walked towards the road of peace, for a future where everyone could be friends. Even if he could not see this world he knew one day it would come to fruition
A HERO DENIED HIS GRAVE
Thig guy…why am I crying?! These feelings are not mine at all…
"OF COURSE I AM NOT FINE WITH IT! Who is okay with being sacrificed?! My existence…I WON'T DIE HERE! That tone of yours…Who would be okay with just fading away?!" After those memories; I decided one thing, I was going to live. Even this demonic knight wouldn't get in my way! I will be the one to decide my Grave!
"People who fight for something greater than themselves and their ideals...or something along those lines...I guess…survival can fit as an ideal as well. Come let's see what that spirit of yours can show me." Such a mocking tone, he didn't care about anything did he? Yet he wanted me to fight him? Tch fine Rule by Sword, that's how I lived until now, it's not like this surprised me really. Siegfried, Mordred and I always had to struggle for everything in our lives, this is just another challenge!
"I…I am not going to die here! I WILL REACH MY UTOPIA!" I don't know how or why but two specific weapons appear in flash of light in my grasp. On my right I am wielding a rifle like weapon, it's thick enough that it could be used as a club if the opponent got too close, it's filled with conviction?! This is the Fake Weapon?!
On my left a falchion, it's all white expect the blade, a pitch black that seemed to drown all light, the darkness of blade exploded and became a blade of shadow on its own. Unlike the Rifle this blade is filled with nothing but apathy, of the two I prefer this one, weapons are not meant to have 'stories'! They are tools so that we can carve our legacy!
"Those weapons…you really have a lot of guts to use those against me! Show it to me then! Your strength to live! The power of the future that I fought and died for!" Standing up the knight held an open palm in with a flash of dark light a massive blade appeared on his grasp, with no guard it was a mere gigantic triangular blade, the same color as the armor.
Idiot. Anyone knows a gun vs sword fight the gun will always win no doubt…but even so I have no idea on how to use a gun…
"Still doubting yourself girl?! If you won't pull the trigger I will make you pull it!" FAST! The only thing I can see when that knight moves is a blur; his massive sword falls down in a vertical strike! I can't dodge at all!
FLASH-A man suddenly doubled his own speed, using it he countered and massacred the surprised enemy, yet as he kept the speed and achieved victory after victory his body paid the price by crumbling away….Move at your own pace…-A memory? Btu only words; wait there is something in them!
"Accelerator!" Huh? My body? It's moving on its own! Yes that was the meaning of those words! Lightly dodge to the left and pull the trigger! This is…the memory of the wielder of this weapon! The same man who crumbled away by his own power was the armored freak's enemy right?! The one trying to hurt that 'Yulie'. I don't know what happened but that was obviously a turning point for that guy so this weapon will help me. If Lancelot of the past stole Guinevere I would steal Excalibur without any regret! At the end you can only count in yourself!
Memories, weapons I will use any tool to stay ALIVE!"HOWLING SPIKE!" Roaring the gun's name it answers to my will immediately and a massive silver blast surges forward.
BANG BANG BANG Bullet after bullet the knight is drove back from the impacts, yet for some reason I felt it wouldn't be enough so I continued topull the trigger nonstop, I can't think of anything but this battle, any distraction and I will certainly die in a second, no not even time is my ally here, more and more 'swords' are slashing my soul away at this very second, this wasteland of weapons would use me as material to support the knight. DAMNIT! It's always do or die for me! Was my ancestor's Karma this bad to curse all of his bloodline?!
"Hmph!" What?! That is! The knight is slashing the bullets as they are shot, he can tell where every single bullet will hit?! I didn't expect an easy battle but this is ridiculous! These bullets are way faster than any exorcist fire arms! Even the modified ones can't reach this kind of speed and this guy slashes them all like it's nothing!
Swords. Swords were always my domain, I can use a firearm well enough but my skills with them would never reach a 'Heroic Level' I have no choice. It could be only called suicide. Charging against a superior opponent with a weapon I barely know anything about…yet the idea brings a smile to my face..sheesh Sieg, Mordred I am becoming like you guys . Abandoning the rifle I grasp the falchion with all of my strength, for someone who doesn't have technique or was born with skill…..Power is the only way! I slash a horizontal strike to take of his legs, the knight does not even bother he merely dodges as if taking a lazy stool. Fast,FASTER! My body is screaming at me to stop. I am drowning in power, I know this. But if I fight against him with all of my own, if I just focus on killing this bastard trying to take over the wasteland won't devour me. His arm twitched. DODGE
SLAM.
"Grahh…" The flat side of the gigantic sword slammed against my torso, just a single strike and my chest burns with such pain and blood escapes my lips far too fast. Can I even win this? I could not even see the sword moving. Just his arm, no not even that, I knew he was going to attack but I could not read where he was going to land it. He did not come after me, merely stood in that lazy stance of his; yet that single strike broke not only my body but part of my spirit as well, clenching my teeth I ignore the wasteland's effect on me. Even now I can feel the 'Steel' invading my soul, it is a horrible pain, like shoving a hot melting rod of steel on someone's spine. I brave on no other choice but this. My fate is filled with struggle and suffering, ever since I took Arondight….no ever since Nimue found me I knew I would always walk with pain, back then I just refused to acknowledge that fact; but now I can only swing a sword wildly and hope I will find my own way.
"Ghrah…Bastard taste your own medicine!" My power is not enough, I will use his! I will mimic the Vanishing Dragon and smash the opposition by taking their fangs and gutting them with it! A rain of swords the knight charges forward alongside his blades….Another memory another tool! Ignore the pain, ignore everything else and give your all for victory! Everything else but fighting spirit is useless here! Archers defeat swordsman by shooting them down before the swords are even out of sheathes. Hundreds of blades in seconds! Swords dominating the skies and the lands! That will end this!
The sound of steel being broken, warped once again rang across the battlefield, an empty space twisted sending out crimson light, from those warps several swords manifested and all directed at the black knight. The tense air of bloodshed covered everything.
My hatred. My loathing. My desire to live. Take all of it and die cursing your fate!
FAST FIRE FULL CHARGE Blades are shot from all directions, it doesn't matter how fast you are, at the same second no being can be in two places! Ghk…blood?! Damnit those swords…..I will live! I am….not Ezel.
"HEAR MY ROAR! FOR I AM LANCELOT AND I WILL NOT DIE HERE!"
. .Fifty swords are shot at eye blinding speeds, yet the knight does not move or seems to be worried, with that helmet all I can read is his body language. Remember a sword must be used shut UP! YOU ARE NOT ME! Fly Fly and kill him! Those memories they are trying to bury something important but what?! I need to know. My own memories! I will protect those with everything I have!
Not faltering before the rain of blades the knight stabs his sword into the ground and channels a massive amount of energy into it, appearing instantly a massive number of Armors stand and take the initial rain of swords, even as more blades fall more knights arise to stop them. Sacrifice. An endless numbers of squires for the life of a great knight. That's the only image I can think of. Even if they are mere mindless steel, it still leaves a bitter taste, even if it is an enemy using it. I wonder are those thoughts mine or his?
"Blade Knight Mass. Simple no? Fellow sword fighters use this in an offensive manner but sacrificing soldiers for the Colonel is a simple strategy. Something like this can be used defensively as well." That single phrase brings a torrent of information flashing in my head. Balance breaker of the blade blacksmith it creates an army of holy aligned 'knights' which in truth are mere holy steel constructs, they can mimic some of the users skill but are mechanical in behavior thus easy to predict….bzzztttt The image changes…it's me an a blond haired guy walking to a church.
"Power has price Siegfried…you sure about this?" Wait this memory it's mine right? This guy is….a friend? I feel like I can trust him. Am I that gone?! Damnit at this rate….
"I wanted to master Balmung on my own; this place is the less likely to backstab me and leave my corpse in a ditch somewhere. Tch damn devils and magicians." This tone filled with hatred I know, somehow I know it's not normal for Sieg to speak like this, this is the last time I saw him I am sure of it, yeah the church took us in. I wanted to fight alongside Sieg so I offered my body for experiments. The wounds the fae caused for my betrayal left me useless in combat, but everything else is still blank….Balmung… I remember that sword now. The Trinity Chaos Blade Balmung, Nothung and Gram, the three of them were powerful swords capable of being compared to Arondight! Yes those blades…even if I can only create fakes I will hold unto them and never let go….they will be my keys
The knights are advancing at a high speed, a zerg rush, the blades impale the frontline and their corpses are mere shields, steps, so that the main army can advance… Blood Blood so much…friends enemies all drowning in pool of blood….THE World is RED RED RED RED! Grah what the hell? At this rate…..this bastard will, focus focus! That guy's name is Siegfried and Balmung! Demon Sword Balmung! I can create sword; something like that would certainly work.
-X-
The steel invading my mind stopped as two new swords manifested in their way, even as the steel surged forward the demonic purple blade blasted them all back with its aura alone, the other sword as broken, fragmented, yet it shone with a hotblooded spirit as it started to repair itself. The Wave Changed in the young girl's favor. The wasteland was being devoured by her Beloved Partner.
"Hahaha The lot of you become nourishment for my Beloved Little Tyrant! The name of Lancelot will suffer a revolution because of our desires! Mere phantoms like you should just submit and be happy we have use for you! Master, your memories, I will hold them for you the best I can! Remember your resolve! Black Steel Princess Lancelot I demand of you to be reborn as a Revenger! Reach the skies and breaks the Chains of God! Going against the World's laws is a Reverse so being Reborn in a sense is a Reverse as well! Devils and Angels let us trump them and become Unlimited!"
Haha this voice? Arondight! Been a while partner! Yes how could I forget that? Everyone judging me for descending from Lancelot, even my 'mother' was wary of me wielding you! I laughed so much when we defeated Arthur and his Caliburn! God would not help someone who descended from a man responsible for the corruption of his tool and the devils would only suck me dry before discarding me. I rejected them. The path of humans, devils, angels and only cared about ourselves.
My resolve….SHOW IT TO ME AGAIN ARONDIGHT!
"Aye, aye sir!"
This is my Sacred Gear Twice Critical! Pretty cool huh?
Pftt as if. Hard to believe such a thing can be called Arm of the Dragon, the boost doesn't even last long Sieg
As it is yeah damn lame, but I wilI unlock a sub species! A sub species worthy of the Demonic Swords
Wha you going to become an Ashura for that?
Six-Arm style? That sounds cool!
Sub-species….yeah now I remember I have Blade Blacksmith too…if I can do this right…memories! The memories of this guy! Blade Knight Mass I need to find it out. Balance Breaker I need one to make a difference! Arondight is busy protecting me from the wasteland and my Balmung haven't been forged yet. A distraction is necessary!
"Ho? It seems my Tyrant is like a vampire as well. Using your strengths and those of your opponents, such 'honorless' actions were common to you back then, to the point you declared in front of the royal family that you discarded the title of Knight, because while you understood the word the concept was something you couldn't grasp. The burdens and honors that came with it were pointless to you. Someone who pursued power wholeheartedly cannot connect with those of peaceful nature like Nimue or Ulther. Yes everyone feared you back then; you are like the Lancelot of Old. Powerful, skilled and brutal, but you held nothing that the old Lancelot did, bonds, love, brothers in arms, such things were only words for you. That is why I've chosen you! Unlike those other deluded descendants struggling to mimic their ancestors you threw all that aside and decided to live you own way! HAHAHA I will show you all of yourself! No not only yourself devour this man as well! Discard all that is useless and ascend even higher!"
IDIOT! If you do that my mind won't hold!
Shnksadadaskjdalsdjalskdj Arondight was quiet as the chaotic sound of two souls smashing and melding into each other, no good! Damned dumbass sword might be unbreakable but I'm not! Damnit Damnit Damnit! I have to hold on to something!
-X-
It's optimal for human combat, we can't afford to get hit so distracting the opponent with these and striking stealthily is an excellent idea bzztttt!
Arondight Clarent! I will show that Pendragon family! Acting so arrogant just because of their ancestors! Right LanBZZZTlot? We will surpass them! We will break that dishonor! Atghh the memories are entwining, hurts hurts so much….gotta keep going!
I will wield it
Huh?
Arondight. It's best if I do so right? A black blade stained with the blood of knights it is, but the power it possesses cannot be discarded merely because of pride
Lancelot…..
My name is Jack! Get it right Aurea!
Pant…pant…..Yeah I remember now my vow, even this man's vow as well. My story started there didn't it? Until then I was just Nimue and Ulther's puppet, even the name I gave to myself, the only thing I could truly claim as mine was discarded so my life as a Doll could start, yes that is why I hated knights, they were no different than dolls, always obeying someone else without question, it was only after I beat Arthur as a doll that people started to plant seeds of doubt within me, they didn't want someone so dangerous to be so fanatically loyal to the Pendragon bloodline, Le Fay was worthless, different from her ancestor that girl might be but in the end she still danced to the whims of her father and brother. No it was Mordred who inspired me. That girl so obsessed with surpassing the Knight of Betrayal, she had the guts to wield the Shame of Camelot-Clarent without any fear, as we trained together my humanity started to bloom and later on we met Sieg after we betrayed Camelot. Arondight, Clarent and Balmung; the swords of three warriors who met unsatisfying endings. We vowed to change that, in the hill of swords…..Yeah I must go back to those guys!
"OUR VOW! YOU DO NOT FACE ONE SOUL KNIGHT BUT THREE!" YES! The blueprint is here, I can feel the blade forming! My hands started to shine, blood, bones, my life, I can feel them being taken away as the price for such a heresy, yet I regret nothing, Sieg did not hesitate to swing those life stealing swords of his wildly. Mordred wielded the grudge of her lineage as a sword. I, Lancelot, as their friend must at least try to keep up with them! I will become a sword, a shield, my future, my past I won't let them go!
"Grahhh GAHHH!" I will become a Sword! A sword that cut down the laws of God and Devils! You powers…I WILL TAKE THEM!
"Balance Break? I see..indeed such a situation would force strong emotions,but your body is not intune with my soul…the gear's factor might just break you girl."
"Shut the hell up you revenant! I still have my life, I still have my path like hell I am letting someone else walk my steps! Mordred and Sieg….I won't let you use my body as a puppet and taint that bond of ours! See it! The power of a Doll that became Human!"
My entire body is becoming steel, the swords around me are breaking and being used as raw material for this breaker, my flesh….I am losing all my senses, grugghhh got keep going…..Balmung…Arondight..Create! Gram….Clarent never let go!...Victory Requires Sacrifice!
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH DAEMONICA OVEREDGE" It doesn't matter! Fight Fight FIGHT! I will rampage and become the Slash Emperor HAHAHAHAHA
[End Pov]
The blast that accompanied the birth of the Sub-species wiped out the Blade Mass knights, aside from her head the girl's entire body was covered in pitch black skin armor resembling scales, roaring the girl summoned a gigantic black sword and advanced ignoring the rain of blades and the marching army of empty knights
CLANG CLANG CLANG
Before the girl could barely keep up with the knight now both were in equal standing, the enraged strikes no matter how fast or strong could not pierce the knight's defenses, yet the knight himself did not attack merely slamming his own blade against his opponent's and maintaining a calm pace. The world around them started to break, the land cracked, the swords broke, the sky became blood red, yet at the same time it changed to something new, statues of demonic knights started to rise from the ground, blood leaked from the cracks and pitch black rain started to fall down, both warriors ignored this and continued to fight, the loud sound of steel clashing surpassed the roaring rain and boiling blood, sword of life vs sword of death, Instincts vs Ideals, a phantom being brought back for his power and the raw desire to live clashed in this twisted battlefield.
[Vatican Laboratory]
"This is?! You moronic scientists! You confirmed her memories were wiped out! How the hell is he using Ezel's gear against himself! Is this because of her ancestry? Or that demonic sword factor is acting up with the unknown sections of the sacred gear….That sub-species seems to resemble Scale Mail somewhat." The elderly swordmaster angrily stated as the data obtained from the experiment continued to be downloaded, even as the computers could not process such thing
"Not only Ezel's gear but his own memories as well. See the phantom is getting weaker by the moment. The girl; no; Lancelot, became a restless monster seeking to devour all those that wronged her. Indeed is this because she was chosen by Arondight or the fact that she met other 'heroes' developed such a mindset. Sigh if we were to raise her normally I have no doubts she would have become an excellent exorcist." Instead the large priest watched the scene amused and intrigued, many would falter and stutter at the sight of a Black Knight and a Rampaging Metal Demon clashing, yet he merely commented as if watching a peculiar theater
"It'd be impossible. Unlike Siegfried her demonic sword factor has not been fully developed yet, Arondight's curse would have claimed her life, no it would have claimed her sanity first, and we cannot afford such a berserker." The red headed scientist commented while typing and countering the girl's spasms with magical circles and injections, it seemed to be working, the girl continued to toss herself around but the cables managed to keep her movements limited and body stable
"Hahaha the Orthodox Church saying such thing? You guys the most extremist of all Churches sure has guys to say this, something like this wouldn't be out of place in 'that' institute. Useful as you are berserkers are a liability everywhere not a battlefield, even then they might just turn their fangs against us."
"Does it matter in the end? If we didn't pick them up the devils certainly would, after all if God defeats Lucifer then Hell is his by right of conquest anyway. That point of view is not so 'wrong' when you look at it with grey-tinted glasses." A casual conversation as if such a bizarre sight was nothing new to them, humans compared to devils and angels were downright scary when their adapting traits came into light.
[The dream]
Standing face to face, the demonic knights stared at each other, the knight whose armor seemed to merge with her glared with eyes filled only with rage and desire for victory, while the other knight stared with an apathetic stare, the swords stopped raining and the army of knights were destroyed, destroyed steel surrounded both. Tyrants who destroyed all around them to crush each other, at least one of them was like this, the other moved like a machine.
Roaring the girl disengaged the blade lock and swiped wildly, the knight responding danced across the blow continuing their tango of blood and steel, left, right, forward, backstep, slash, stab. It did not matter how each one moved, the 'partner' answered earnestly blocking or countering their movements.
"Do you see now? Even with your new powers I can still match your blows. I was someone who as a human I fought opponents other humans considered impossible to beat; nay they considered me non-human as well. I did not care about that thought, I was happy serving and helping those I could with my blades, yet at the end of my life all those heroics did not earn me a peaceful rest, yes I was born in a battlefield and will die in one. No you will consume me and that part will continue to march onwards other battlefields. At the end I could never really have peace huh? But that's fine as well! Grow strong, bare your fangs and live wildly! Devour my regrets; learn from them and surpass me!" The apathetic knight's spirit unleashed itself, the hotblooded attitude that faded after the death of many comrades and pointless battles resurged when met with the Will to Live of a young girl that merely wanted to fight alongside her friends. The girl merely responded by unleashing more anger and hatred, all of her being sacrificed so that her fighting spirit would soar higher than heaven, was it worth it? Her memories were being consumed by this new power. Even Arondight was quiet as the Balance Breaker tore his master's body apart, only to replace the lost parts with steel. The purple light of its edge mixed with the madness of his master, a sword even sentient cuts, that's all there is to it in the end.
"Explode! DIABLO BUSTER!" Fighting. That was her only answer she had for everything in this maddened state of mind. Her armor merged with the sword and it's power increased immensely. Yelling even louder the final step of the Blood-Steel Tango ended when the powered edge slashed through the knight, nothing was left of him the mere act of swinging her new sword left a massive scar on the plains of swords. Trembling she fell holding her sword as a support she looked up to the sky, the signs of violence all faded away in mere particles of light. The swords, the armors, the knight, even her Daemonica Overdedge faded away. As if the world was congratulating for her victory, the dead plains became alive once more, a beautiful blue sky overtook the red and a beautiful yellow sun banished the black rain
"Hahaha….HAHAHAHAHA! I-I won! Sieg! Mordred! Wai-t for me!" Laughing she danced across the beautiful plains, innocent, carefree she continued to play around relieved that she managed to fight off the phantom, yet her wounds bleed and her consciousness fled on its own accord, regardless she continued to run, as she did so the plain ended and the previous battlefield reigned the other continued path, did not the knight's death destroy this place? No it was not the knight but the armor of the Daemonica Overedge staring at her, it held the Diablo Buster and was a silent guardian, standing between the grass plains and the ruined battlefield, opposites, light and darkness, war and peace. The girl stopped and stared at the suit of armor, which answered by doing the same thing.
"….." The Armor merely planted the sword unto the ground and stood there in silence
"What do you want?" Her good mood was ruined by the visage of what she used to defeat the phantom, she was exhausted after the battle with the phantom, after all that she only had one goal: return to Sieg and Mordred, if her own power were to stand in her way she would slash it down as well!
Glaring at the suit she did not notice as the wasteland was replaced by a desert made of crystal. Black shapes swam beneath the clear blue crystal, it held a humanoid shape yet it was clearly twisted, as if attempting to mimic a human, yet there was something uncanny about it.
"…What are you pointing at?" The armor did not respond, there was no need to as Lancelot tensed seconds before something resembling a human child fused with steel and crystal jumped out of the desert, with sword in hand it roared and leapt down at her seeking to cut the victorious young woman down.
"Another phantom! No matter you are far weaker than the knight. Worthless scavenger." As if reacting to the insult the land expelled more abominations from its crystalline floor. Sighing Lancelot swung her sword and the first abomination was split into two identical vertical halves.
"One more battle huh? Tch it makes no difference to me! One or hundred I will reach my Utopia! Anyone in my way will just be cut down and forgotten! So come! Come and try your luck you pathetic ghosts!"
-(Laboratory)-
"Turn it down! Now!" Commanding the group of scientists the red haired woman ordered as the machines were overloading with the sheer amount of data gathered during Lancelot and Ezel's struggle, it could not handle this new development
"Not happening" Pointless, before they could even digit one command a powerful malefic voice echoed from the sound system, in the screen a single gigantic demonic eye could be seen gazing at them, it moved at random intervals as if the screen were two ways.
"A devil?! How did one get here?!" A faceless scientist yelled in panic, laughing at the attack the eye merely glared at the man, he could not handle it and the scientist in seconds fainted frothing from the mouth.
"Comparing me to a devil? How insulting if this experiment wasn't being used to make my wielder stronger I would have you slaughtered right there! Ignorant human watch your tongue!"
"You are Arondight correct?" Unlike the tense Armstrong and weary Griselda the red haired woman merely stared at the glaring eye calmly, her body was relaxed and her hands on sight, walking carefully she reached the screen until they were eye to eye.
"Yes. What of it woman?"
"Your goal with Lancelot what is it?"
"Simple. Lancelot herself wouldn't use the church to grow. I am simply taking control over that and will force her to evolve, after all unlike this Ezel she wouldn't be a borderline heretic seeking peace with devils and I am sure the church would approve of my actions."
"And those ghosts?"
"It is filled with the presence of weaklings; I am merely purging them and replacing it with a piece of Lancelot. A factor in tune with herself rather than in tune with anyone 'blessed', after all I am Two-Faced, it wouldn't do if the Devil surpassed the Angel after all. Well at least until Armageddon. So just sit down and watch."
"…."
"Lady Solomon? Your orders?" The red haired woman, Solomon, merely shook her head and gave her verdict. "We won't abort it. Keep going" Unseen by her Armstrong smiled while Griselda frowned, she couldn't identify what she was feeling right now as Arondight left the screen to continue the 'purge'. The children sacrificed for the Holy Sword against someone who wielded the curses of Hell and the blessings of Heaven, she already knew who would win; yet could not help but watch the screen alongside her comrades.
-X-
Holy…Factor! Holy Sword! God Help Us Amen Amen Is what she heard as she slashed down another abomination and ripped a crystal out of its corpse, clenching her hand it broke and she felt refreshed as her older wounds healed at the cost of her enemies deaths, it did not matter as by each crystal obtained she felt their memories, their regret forcing themselves down on her, yet Lancelot did not show any reaction but annoyance as the dead continued to scream at her
Children dying, coughing their life out as poison penetrated their bodies, she could feel it, their anger, regret, fear and betrayal as the God they prayed to was ignoring their begging, no it went deeper than that, the men who followed his words were killing them for the sake of a sword. Some sacrificed themselves, others became beasts snarling, both attacked the men, yet only one boy ran away. She hated it. Their feelings she had no need for them. Summoning her rage she used against their. The Legion reacted, as children made of steel arose from the ground and advanced towards her she could hear what was left of their thoughts. The Rage was unstoppable she could hear them but feel nothing other than hatred towards those who stayed in her way. This twisted world and it inhabitants would all die!
WHY WHY US
POISON I DON'T WANT TO DIE! FOR HIS SAKE LET'S DO THIS! IF AT LEAST ONE OF US LIVES! DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE DON'T WANT TO DIE
She felt like laughing really, the dead had no right for regrets, for resolve, they were gone and that was it, yet those dogs dared to try adding her to their ranks. God, Angels, Holy Swords, and Priests it was all the same to her; just steps she would climb over, to reach her Utopia…..
"That's it. I have had enough of your meaningless babbling. To heaven or to hell prepare yourselves." Her spirit reignited once again, her ideals, her memories all that made her manifested as swords around her, glaring at the opposing army she merely pointed her finger up and all swords flew together forming into three different swords
Balmung….Clarent…ARONDIGHT! The names echoed across the crystalline land with massive power, the first line of the opposing army was destroyed in seconds by their summoning alone, different from before the enraged undead army all halted and screaming in fear as one, their broken souls recognized this, a sword far more powerful than the one they were sacrificed too, their bile, their hatred would be all pointless before such Steel, their despair from dying reignited and they all ran away as one. No matter how fast they ran the shadows of the gigantic swords covered them all. Balmung was a zweihander wide and tall, the triangular blade was massive and aligned with teeth like extras. Clarent a beautiful white broadsword, shining brightly it was a divine image, yet a hellish feeling came out of it, a blood red aura carrying a dark grudge. Arondight, a simple mass of darkness in the shape of a sword. Smirking she held her arms towards the swords, even as the children screamed in mass Lancelot did not falter, she has reached her limit and now she will break it once more.
"Oh dark soul loved by the fae… Oh Blood Stained Knight of Treachery…Oh Blade Master Conqueror of Dragons! By the command of the steel empress gather and be reborn as the Flames of Advent! Reverse the flow. Reverse the Ending. Reverse the World!" At her words the three swords became dragons and with a snap of her fingers they exhaled flames upon the Crystalline World.
"This is the price of standing against Reverse Virus Dragon! No this is the price of standing against me, Lancelot!"
.consumed, the children, the plains, the bloody battlefield, the dragons themselves died as they exhausted all their life showing their awesome power. Nothing resisted the flames powered by endless hatred.
Except Lancelot who smiled as the flames continued to burn endlessly.
[Laboratory]
Collapsing on her knees Solomon stared at the burning world that Lancelot created, the entire laboratory stopped at that, no sound other than the burning flames could be heard, everyone on the laboratory was staring at the screen, some were smiling like Armstrong, others were glaring like Griselda and the rest stared in shock and cacophony as 'Project: Ezel' was completely overtaken by the will of a Rebellious Doll, until one of the scientists started to scream in panic, his eyes blood red and his mouth foaming.
"HERESY! KILL HER KILL HER NOW!" Roaming he picked up a firearm and pointed at the test tube, seconds before he could even pull the trigger a rain of swords fell upon his body, gurgling in pain he could only stare as the tube opened and the girl walked down the steps, the tubes, the limiters were all placed on her body yet she walked as if such weighted nothing, regal dangerous steps were taken until she reached the man, smiling at his fearing eyes she raised a foot and smashed down his head, in one strike the head was completely destroyed, gazing at the gathered scientists she opened her arms and exclaimed.
"Hmph maddened by Arondight's Aura? How weak. Well it seems your project worked better than expected? Am I not right Solomon?" The woman in question had no words before this all-consuming tyrant; she could only swallow her saliva and nod. Chuckling at Solomon's reaction Lancelot gazed at the broken screen, only seen by her, a woman dressed like a witch with tanned skin, green eyes, and messy spiky hair grinned at her with shark like teeth and gave her a thumbs up. Laughing Lancelot summoned Arondight to her side and gazing at it whispered with her mouth near the blade so no one could see or hear her proclamation.
"Yes. My story begins now."
"Indeed. Our fate begins now. Let us see if we can revolutionize it."
