The Fourth King
Chapter Two
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A/N: Holy shit guys. 25 reviews in less than 24 hours? You flatter me. I'm certainly not going to let that kind of devotion go unanswered. I do hope you continue to enjoy this as much as you have previously!
A/N 2: This chapter's a bit short, but it felt weird trying to put it alongside the other information, so I split it up into 2. The other chapter will likely show up in an hour or two.
"WOOOOAAHH! Did you feel that, Bluebeard-san?!"
"God has come to us, Ryuunosuke! He has acknowledged our art and contributed a work of great destruction of His own. We cannot let Him down, not when He has so clearly welcomed us for all we are!"
"YEAH! We need to go crazy if we want to be able to keep up with that kind of art!"
"Kiritsugu, you're not going to go out and look for whatever made that, are you?"
"...no."
Arturia didn't say it, but she had seen the way his knees had almost buckled. If he hadn't been next to the wall, she suspected he would have collapsed every bit as hard as the rest of them.
It was to the Magus Killer's credit that he had already started staggering over to Irisviel even while the presence was still there.
Diarmuid glanced hesitantly out the window of the apartment. Kayneth had actually taken Sola-Ui's hand into his own for support. Whether it was for her support or his, however, was uncertain.
The fact that Lancer hadn't been reprimanded for weakness when he stumbled from the aura said enough.
Waver had nearly gotten a concussion from the fall. Iskander could hardly blame the boy for faltering at that presence. Even for a Heroic Spirit, to not be bothered by something so tremendous as that spoke of only madness.
Kirei didn't move for a while even after it had passed, an instinctual feeling of prey, long forgotten. If he didn't move, it wouldn't notice him. If he didn't move, it wouldn't notice him.
If there was any god at all, please, let that living atrocity not take notice of him.
Gilgamesh almost dropped his wine glass, losing his composure for a fraction of a second. A beat later, and he grinned. And here he had been worried this Grail War thing would be utterly uninteresting.
He wondered where the corpse of whatever god beast this was would look best in his treasury.
Sakura looked in the direction she knew the mansion had been. A name, unbidden, sprung from her lips.
"Gojira..."