Nerve Damage: Season 2: Sensory Overload

by LoneTaker

First, there were meant to be only 7. But then, some idiot cranked it up to 28. To make matters worse, the snowball was about to get even bigger... Which will go first? Sanity, or sensory? By the end of this song and dance, no one is going to come out unscathed. So sit back, and enjoy the Hell that you've all created in your own volition, you psychotic fucks. Because I'm back...

2. Chapter 2: Pyromania Part 1

Before we start, a few things:

First, thank you for reviewing my rewrite of my first ever written fanfic.

Now that I've gone and deleted my +10 chapter of a hot mess, and decided to start over from scratch, there's no turning back now.

It's do or die time.

Now to respond to some reviews from the previous chapter. Because it wouldn't be fair to hang you guys dry, now would it?

To arxangel1832: I'll do my best, but I plan to give all characters a chance in the limelight.

Try-hard? Maybe. Could be fun, or it could really suck. Only one way to find out, eh?

To Dabrikishaw: About Abel's inclusion in the previous fanfic, I also had the same idea running through my head as well.

It's just that I have a really bad habit of badly wording on good things. Maybe that's why I don't have much friends in real life.

Live and learn? Gotta or else I won't improve.

To john15641: Thank you for your complement, and I will be sure to take your advice to heart. But like I said above, everyone's getting their own time in the spotlight.

And with that all that said, let's do this shit right, just like I promised to myself.

(Einzbern Castle, Einzbern Forest, Fuyuki Suburbs, 9:25 PM)

In the castle courtyard, Illya was currently pushing her magic beyond her frail body's limits, with Berserker/Hercules, Archer/Odysseus, Lancer/Hector, and her two maids, Sella and Leysritt, keeping watch over both her and the castle.

Illya's Storch Ritters were flying around, the flock of silver string-woven birds are steadily increasing in number. All of this work was to ensure her victory against her onii-chan the next time they meet.

And hey, his little Saber-class harem were looking pretty enough (she knows), so she may be inclined to let her servants have at the women at their own pleasure should they come out triumphant.

Except for the black one. She might end up biting someone's thing off.

Either that or her demon familiar.

And she's first priority anyway, so she won't be around to see it happen.

The rest however, are free game.

"I'm going beat him... I'm going to beat him... I'm going to-"

Illya's little mantra replaying in her mind is then suddenly interrupted by a heavy wave of delirium, as if a piece of her soul was ripped out of her body.

She then passes out on the marble tiles.

"Master!" Lancer jumps down from the spire that he was posted on. He then picks her up in his arms. "Could someone tell me where a nearby bed is?"

"I'll carry her back myself." A deep voice rumbled behind Hector.

He looks from behind, seeing the non-Mad Enhancement Berserker kneeling down to his eyes.

"Welp, you're the boss." Lancer then hands Illya to Berserker.

With the young master in his capable hands, the two then make their way back into the castle interior. With the pair gone, Hector then jumps back to his overwatch point.

"Nothing out here except for a few wolves..." He breathed out in the increasingly chilly air.

Last time someone decided to visit the Einzbern Castle, the guest brought a dragonslayer of Germanic folklore, a black knight with unparalleled combat prowess, and an royal court's archmage with the blood of the Devil himself flowing through that bastard's veins.

In other words, he's hoping that they'll never run into them, but concerning that they're in a war where each Master has more than one servant, he's pretty much asking for too much.

... Okay, he's pretty much asking for the impossible.

... Scratch that, he and the rest of his faction are better off running into them again.

Hector then begins to have flashbacks of Troy being besieged.

The view over the plains littered with corpses and blood atop of a castle wall is starting to blend in with his current surroundings-

"Hey."

A stinging sensation shocks Hector's cheek.

Then he's ripped out of his own hell by Odysseus, out of all people.

"We're not enemies now, aren't we?"

Hector nods slightly.

"So there's no need to freak out, is there?"

"You know that you're not making me feel any better, right?"

The two chuckle for a bit.

Archer then digs something out of his satchel. "Here." He then hands Lancer a small cardboard box with the word "Marlboro" labeled on it. "One of the maids did say that it used to belong to Master's father."

"And she's okay with me having it?" Lancer replied.

"She's been more agreeable ever since she released Berserker from his Mad Enhancement." He retorted. "Plus, thought it looked like you needed it. Also, I don't see her smoking anytime soon, so why even bother?"

"Just don't take credit for everything around here, King of Adventurers." Hector then takes the small box, whips out a small white stick from the opening, and takes it out between his lips.

Lancer then looks around for something to light the smoker stick, only to see Archer's hand extended out, revealing a pack of matches.

"Okay, I'll give you that one." Hector then snatches the matches from Archer's hands, strikes a light, and holds the flame against the tip of the cigarette between his lips, setting it ablaze.

"You're welcome, by the way." Archer then hops back to his designated watchtower.

"Fucking prick..." Hector cursed under his breath while huffing out a cloud of smoke. "Hate it how he's always right..."

He then looks out toward the distance, scouting for possible enemies nearby.

Nothing but wolves still.

"Nothing but wolves, as usual..." He muttered as he eyed out toward the woods. "Wait a minute, why is one them bigger then the others and is heading towards the castle-"

The wolf disappears.

In panic, Lancer looks around, only to see an open pair of jaws and a pair of blazing topaz eyes of pure hate closing in towards his face.

"... Bitch."

(Edelfelt Twin Mansion #1, Near Fuyuki Church, 9:38 PM)

Luvia, all things considered, was not doing too badly.

Three exceptionally powerful servants, blessed with magic circuits born and bred from a long-standing magus family lineage, and a working roof over her head.

She would be tempted to just camp out and let her servants do all the work for her, but as an Edelfelt, it's her duty to make sure that the other peons participating in this Grail War are outmatched compared to her.

Well, maybe except for the master with the four Sabers. Should he prove worthy, she will take that master as her spouse.

Should that master be female, she'll just simply marry her instead.

If it means making her family more powerful and prestigious, then yes, she will learn how to swing both ways.

Until then, Luvia Edelfelt is currently sipping a cup of coffee, Rider/Siegfried is taking a nap, Berserker/Lancelot is currently looking for something, and Caster/Merlin(Satan-blooded) secluded himself inside his workshop/unused study, crafting weapons for Lancelot.

She then sips the last drop of her coffee and puts the now-empty cup onto the china coaster.

Nothing beats a cup of Doppio in the evening.

Then the front door opens, revealing Lancelot, carrying a boxy object with cords coming out from one end.

"Berserker." Luvia deadpanned. "Just what the actual hell is that?"

"Dunno, but Merlin told me that it'll be useful." Lancelot grunted out as he heads upstairs.

The doors concealing Caster's workshop explodes off of its hinges.

"And speak of the son of the Devil..." She muttered. Out of the thick black smoke, Merlin emerges from it, sans the beard.

"Ah! Master Luvia!" Merlin beamed. Luvia then takes a closer look at the archmage's face, and only a single conclusion was drawn in the aristocrat mage's head.

The beard that Merlin had on since day one was fake, this whole time.

"Merlin?"

"Yes, Master Luvia?" The hypothetical "Merlin" responded in a singsong tone while blinking his black eyes with dark-blue pupils.

"Just what are you?" She asked in a pressing tone.

"Why! For I am Merlin itself, of course!" The Caster responded in a cheery tone. "What is there to doubt about me?"

"The fact that Merlin in the texts I've read doesn't look like a young man in his late-twenties!" Luvia steamed. "Also, what was the point of the fake beard in the first place other then possible deceit?"

"Hey Merlin, can you help me set this thing up-ohmygodwhereisyourbeard?"

"Explain, and don't make me use a command seal." Luvia threatened with her hand's command seal glowing.

"Hmm, guess I have a lot of explaining to do, huh?" Caster shrugs. "Well for starters, I am Merlin, no questions asked. What I am beyond my given name however, is where you should really start worrying."

"What is there to worry about other than the fact that you're half-devil?"

"Let's just say that I'm way older than I look." Caster spoke in a teasing tone and bops his finger onto Luvia's nose. "Until then, come Berserker! I'll teach you how to set up a Power Macintosh G3 desktop."

"Wait, what's that?" Luvia asked Caster.

"Oh, Master. How I pity you for you and the rest of your circle." He spoke in a soft, yet condescending tone. "Let's just say that... you're all missing out on something very brilliant."

The two from Camelot then make their way upstairs, passing Rider on their way up.

"Master Luvia, what happened?" He points toward the now-non-existent door.

"Absolutely nothing." She then slumps back onto her couch in resignation.

(Koushuuensaikan Taizen, Mount Miyama, 9:59 PM)

"It's almost ten." Abram spoke out while looking at his phone.

In front of him, Monica was currently gorging on her third bowl of the shop's signature hellfire mapo tofu.

"Meh." She tossed the spoon onto the now-empty bowl. "Compared to the shit that I had back at Ethiopia, this so-called 'hellfire mapo tofu' is mild in comparison."

"Says the person who almost died from eating one dish of Sik Sik Wat on her twelfth birthday." Abram snarked.

"Well, excuse me. After passing that threshold, I think it's safe to say that I developed literal shit taste." Monica flips the bird on Abram.

"Yes, yes. Fuck you too." He then turns to the gawking waitress next to the pair's table. "Pardon me, but do you guys do takeout orders?"

The lady nods with a dead expression on her face.

"Then I'd like an order of sweet-and-sour pork fried rice for takeout, please." The man then hands her his black credit card. "For a friend."

(25 minutes later on taxi...)

"Here we are." Abram got out of the passenger's seat with Monica and her duffel bag behind him, his briefcase in on hand, and a plastic bag of takeout Chinese on the other.

Standing before them was the L-shaped, fifteen-story tall complex, and rumored to be a murder-suicide site, Semina Apartments.

"Now then..." He then flips out his phone, opens to his call list, and presses "call" on the name "Daisuke Uryuu".

The phone rings for a few seconds before making a "click" sound.

"Uryuu residence. What the fuck do you want?"

"Yo, Daisuke-kun. We brought food."

"Please for the love of god, tell me that you're not doing something stupid again."

"Rhetorical question, buttercup." Abram stated bluntly. "But fear not, for I am but a humble conspiracy theorist with his adopted daughter that desperately needs a working shower and roof over their head-"

"Alright! Alright! Yeesh..." The voice over the phone exclaims. "Eleventh floor, room two, knock twice before you enter."

"Love you too, cinnamon bun."

"Fuck off." The phone clicks as the caller on the other side hangs up.

"Hmm, he was always bit of a biter." Abram mutters as he and Monica make their way into the front door leading to the elevator.

(11th Floor, Room 2, Semina Apartments, 10:29 PM)

Abram knocks twice on the door in front of him.

The door cracks open, revealing a slightly lanky, bespectacled, redheaded Japanese man in his early to mid-thirties.

"About fucking time." Daisuke grumbled. "Get in."

The two make their way into the man's slightly poorly-kept residence. Papers scattered everywhere, empty mugs lying on tables everywhere, and clothes slung over every ledge and chair.

"So, Daisuke." Abram asked the man. "How long?"

"Three. Fucking. Months." The man gnawed out.

"How many?"

"I had ten come in for the past goddamn month." Daisuke growled out. "I swear, the place was already a literal graveyard, but with how many bodies having piled up, I'm surprised that this whole damn city isn't under ground zero status right now!"

"And that's why we're here for, gingerbread." Abram reassured. "We're here to solve this little mystery that's been going on for over a decade in this town, starting with the bodies." He then clears off the coffee table of its mess and sets down his briefcase and plastic bag on it. "Hungry?" He then hands the Styrofoam to-go box of fried rice to Daisuke.

"Why the hell not." The man then takes the box, opens it, takes the plastic spoon, digs into the steaming rice and pork, and proceeds to eat while standing.

"Hey dad, take a look at this." Monica then shows a stack of empty instant-ramen cups and a really tall stack of dead cigarettes on its ashtray. "I'm surprised that he didn't die from malnutrition and lung cancer."

"(For the record, that's all only a week's worth.)" Daisuke muffled through his rice.

A ringing sound reverberates throughout his house. Upon hearing it, Daisuke swallows his rice, places the food on the kitchen counter, and rushes toward where the ringing is coming from.

"For the record, what's his job?" Monica asked Abram.

"Forensic pathologist." Abram stated. "His first body was that of his younger brother's."

"Cause of death?"

"9 mm. between the eyes."

Speaking of the devil, Daisuke comes out of his room with a thick overcoat over his messy suit.

"Going somewhere?" Abram curtly asked.

"Another body showed up." The man gritted through his teeth. "And before you say anything, everybody in the staff is required to show up for this one."

"You finishing that?" Abram points to the half-eaten fried rice.

"I had my fill." The man grumbled as he closed the door.

The messy apartment now only houses two visitors and its sole resident just leaving.

"Wanna clean this place up?" Monica asked while rolling her right shoulder.

"Find the vacuum cleaner, I'll get us started." The two then disperse around the house and start their sweep (figurative and literal).

He then heads toward the kitchen sink, washes his hands, and closes the to-go box and puts inside the plastic bag.

"Hmm, I wonder how Little Red is doing nowadays next door..."

(Harbor, Fuyuki, 12:00 AM)

The harbor, where a lone concrete platform facing the open ocean.

The warehouses were empty, the crates stood in place, and the night sky was undisturbed.

Then the winds spirals toward the center of the barren platform.

Sparks of lightning begin to fly.

Then a flash of light explodes from the harbor, sending lesser debris flying.

Four figures emerge from the dust.

First wields the banner of hope.

Second wields the blades of faith.

Third wields the staff of loyalty.

Fourth wields the lance of bravery.

The four aspects of leadership now take physical form onto this very earth.

"Let's go. There is a spiritual disturbance polluting the air."

The four summoned figures disperse towards different directions.

Meanwhile, a lone figure peeks out from the shadowy corners of one of the warehouses.

The figure then takes out a cell phone and begins to dial someone's number.

"I found more of them." The figure texted.

(Mount Enzou, Ryuudou Temple, 12:57 PM)

Two figures stand before the monastery beneath them.

One was a female figure in armor and a wrapped-up banner around her polearm. The other was a male figure in a dark-green hat, cloak, suit, and a long, flowing scarf emitting traces and bits of lightning.

"Ugh..." The female figure groaned. "Just what kind of shithole did we get marooned on this time around?"

"Who cares?" The man spoke in a gruff tone. "Its still the same forests, same urban areas, same air, and the same kind of people that you and I want to cook well-done."

The woman scoffs. "Well, as long as there's alcohol in that shack, I'm good."

The man remains oddly silent to her remark.

"Tch. You're no fun..." She then heads toward where the lone monastery is.

"Goddammit, you're not exactly making this easy for me either..." The man grumbled as he follows his female partner-in-crime.

The woman sets her feet on the bare courtyard of the monastery.

"Shit. This whole place is barren..." The woman cursed under her breath. "Welp, the least I can do is look around for booze-"

The sound of steel being drawn and striking her armor simultaneously rings throughout the air.

The female figure is then sent hurling into the temple building.

"Oww..." The woman groaned as she rose from the pile of splintered wood and dust. "What the blazing hell was that?" She mutters as she then looks for the perpetrator.

To her right, she sees a slender, blue-haired, ponytailed man in oriental-looking garbs, wielding a blade tall and wispy-looking as he is.

"Dude." She spat out to the man. "Dick move."

"You're not first to say that." The man bites back. "But regardless, now that you've intruded my master's territory, suffice to say, I gotta off you where you stand."

The man gets into a fighting stance. "I am servant Assassin, Sasaki Kojiro. Remember it well, for it'll be the last name that you'll remember."

The woman just ignores the man as she then heads further into the building.

"Okay." The man replied. "I was going to say that it's nothing personal, but now you kind of made it personal."

The man then rushes toward the female, but he is then intercepted by her male confidant.

"Don't you think it's a little rude to attack a woman from the behind?" The cloaked man pinned down the Assassin.

"I'll the rest to you buddy." The woman spoke out as she heads in further into the temple.

"Well, I'm an Assassin for a reason." The servant replied. "Honorless killing is what I'm only allowed to do while I'm here, as much as I hate it."

"Worry not." The man then ignites into a wraith made of blue flames. "You're not the only one."

And behind the man on fire, a giant man with a polearm sweeps his weapon towards the man pinning Assassin down, sending the blazing man flying into the wall.

The man then offers his hand to the downed Assassin.

"Took you long enough." Assassin spoke out as he takes the giant man's hand.

"And miss out on this new development?" He sneered back pulled Assassin back to his feet. "Hell no."

"Well, I've got good news." The man embedded into the wall spoke out. The flames around the man becomes even more intense, melting the rock wall that he was flown into.

"There's plenty more of me to go around!" The man's blue flames erupt into a incandescent pillar of pure rage.

"YOU NOW FACE SERVANT AVENGER, EDMOND DANTES!" The man roared out from his flames. "PREPARE TO BECOME TINDER FOR MY FLAMES OF VENGEANCE!"

"If you state your name, then so I shall." The giant then points his halberd towards the man on fire. "I AM SERVANT LANCER! THE FLYING GENERAL, LU BU! PREPARE TO FALL TO THE WAYSIDE!"

"ENOUGH TALK! HAVE AT YOU!"

Avenger then transforms into a comet of blue flames, streaking the air around the two back-to-back servants like a stray bolt of lightning that transformed into a flying snake.

"So he wants to outpace us." Assassin grumbled.

"Heh." The large man scoffed. "That's his last mistake."

The two then moved, matching Avenger's inhuman speed as the three clashed.

Meanwhile, the armored woman was stumbling in the dark hallways inside the temple interiors.

"Ugh, just what does it take for a girl to find some fucking liquor around these parts?" She grumbled under breath. She then extends her hands in the darkness, trying to figure out where's she's going.

Unknown to the stumbling woman, a cloaked female figure brandishing a jagged dirk was following close by, sneaking up towards her all the way towards the lit kitchen.

The hooded woman peers from the entrance, seeing that the female intruder was rummaging through the cabinets, scattering and knocking over bottles of condiments and other assorted goods as if she's some sort of raccoon in a dumpster.

"Gods..." The hooded woman cursed mentally. "She makes highwaymen back in my day look cultured in comparison..."

The armored woman then finally finds what she was looking for.

A bottle of 18-year-old Yamazaki.

The same one that the hooded woman was saving for her lover.

The armored woman then opens the wooden box, takes out the glass bottle, rips the cap off of the bottle with her teeth, and proceeds to swig down the bottle of expensive liquor like cheap wine.

At that exact moment, the hood woman then moves in, ready to plunge her dirk into the back of the woman's neck.

But before her dagger could even reach her, the woman suddenly turns around and spits out a geyser of the same liquor that she was drinking onto the hooded woman's face with such tremendous force that it not only causes her to back away and drop her dirk, but also knock her hood off of her head, revealing an elf-eared woman with bluish-lavender hair.

"Oi." The armored woman slurred.

"What?" The elf-eared woman responded.

She then looks at the armored woman's face, and sees that her face was cheery-red in drunken stupor.

"THIS BOOZE TASTES LIKE SHIT!" She then smashes the glass bottle over the woman's head, shattering the bottle and knocking her face onto the stone kitchen floor.

Blood then pools around her head.

The armored woman then proceeds to stomp onto the elf-eared woman's downed form relentlessly, breaking her bones bit by bit, underneath her metal heels.

"WHERE'S THE REAL SHIT!? WHERE'S THE FUCKING BOOZE!? HUH!?" She then stomps into the elf-eared woman's ribs.

The elf-eared woman lets out pained cries for every time the iron boots dug deep into her layers of flesh and bone.

And just before the armored woman can bring down her foot onto the downed woman, a bespectacled man appears before her, and he then sweeps his leg onto her only leg that's on the floor, causing her to lose balance and land the back of her head against the edge of the kitchen counter, knocking her out.

The man then picks the elf-eared woman up and cradles her into his arms. "Medea, are you well?"

Medea, upon seeing the man, wraps her arms around his shoulders, sobbing into his chest.

"SOICHIRO-SAMA!" Medea wailed.

"It has passed, Medea." The man spoke in a smooth tone. "So you may dry those tears."

"I wouldn't if I were you." A deep female voice was sounded out.

The two lovers looked at the armored woman, who was still slumped against the counter, but her chest twitching from her shrill cackling.

"Oi." She spoke to Soichiro with her deranged expression dead-set on the two. "You know how to use the phone?"

"I do. Why?" The man replied in a cold tone.

"Better call the firemen..."

The air around the armored woman begins to turn hot.

"... BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO SET YOUR WHOLE WORLD ON FIRE!"

The woman ignites into an explosion of hellfire.

At the exact moment the woman burst into flames, Soichiro, with Medea in his arms, made a run for it as the flash flood of chthonian flames engulfed the very earth behind his heels.

Upon feeling the open air ahead of him and seeing an open exit, the man then springs his legs off the floorboards, sending him and the Caster out into the open air and onto the gravel earth.

Realizing the danger was far from over, Soichiro then coils both Medea's and his own body into a ball as the entire temple behind them explodes into a tsunami of unholy prominence.

With the sound of the infernal fireworks now gone, Medea slowly rises up onto her knees, seeing the entirety of Ryuudou Temple reduced to an anthill composed purely of charcoal.

With everyone else in there presumably dead.

Including Issei.

But Medea cares not of the boy. Rather, she more worried about the fact that her lover, Kuzuki Soichirou, shielded her from the flames with his body.

The exposed humerus on his left arm being a clear sign of his dedication.

"Soichiro-sama..." She looked toward the downed man. She then tries to look outside, but somehow, it was even worse then the state of the temple.

Three streaks of light clashed against each other like hot iron on an anvil to hammer, but the amount and frequency of sparks flying everywhere in the courtyard was a clear sign that the outside was no safer then inside.

"Well at least the woman is dead-"

The tar-black pile of smoldered wood and splinter explodes behind Medea, revealing the armored woman no worse for wear, in all of her diabolical glory.

So in essence, Medea realizes that she and her lover literally hopped right out of the frying pan and found themselves into the fire below.

"JUST WHO ARE YOU!?" The Caster yelled out.

"You wanna know?" The armored woman stated. "Then consider it an honor."

She then spikes down her polearm into the earth, letting loose the flag wrapped around the pole.

A dragon.

A black dragon was soaring on the armored woman's banner.

"I AM THE SPECTER OF HATRED! THE FLAMES OF HELL THAT'LL BURN THE UNJUST! THE DELIVERER OF YOUR DEATH SENTENCE! AND BRINGER OF RIGHTEOUS VENGEANCE UPON THE WICKED!"

"I AM SERVANT AVENGER! JEANNE D'ARC ALTER!" The revealed Avenger roared out. "PREPARE TO BURN FOR ETERNITY IN THE SEA OF HELLFIRE FOR ALL OF YOUR COLLECTIVE SINS!"

She then draws her rapier from her belt. Her blade then glows blinding orange with radiating heat.

"Any last prayers, you damn heathens?"

At that window of time, Medea summons her silver staff, summons many runes as her body can muster out, and the runes fires out an innumerable amount of spells, all of them tracing back their origins to True Magic, and at that exact moment, she then grabs Kuzuki's body, slings it over her shoulder, and runs for her life with what little adrenaline she had left in her body.

If she was going to choose between the frying pan or the fire, then she'll take her chances with the fire.

For her love, she'll brave the surface of the sun if she must.

As the spells then obscures the female Avenger completely, Medea then summons all of her Dragon-Tooth familiars as cleanup and shields.

As she runs through the two on one firefight, Medea then empties her adrenaline to duck and weave through the soaring streaks of burning light.

A few cuts, scrapes, and burns brandish her robe and skin.

With one last jump, Medea, with her lover on her back, sling themselves out of the temple gate.

"We... made it..." She heaved out. She then inspects Kuzuki by pressing her ear against his chest.

Heartbeats are still heard.

"Good." She then faces back into the temple gates.

"LANCER! ASSASSIN!" Medea yelled out from the temple gates. "WE'RE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

And at that moment, Lancer flies by her and the Flying General himself is sent toppling down the stairs, right before he breaks his fall by pinning his halberd onto the masonry, preventing said toppling happening in the first place.

"Normally, I wouldn't comply to that order, but considering that the two of them have already taken over our base of operations in a matter of few short minutes,"

Lu Bu then catches Assassin, mid-flight.

The said Assassin was smoking and a little burnt in Lancer's hand.

At least the charm that lets him leave the temple freely around his neck was still intact, so that saves some work for her later.

"... It's safe to say that we're outmatched." Lancer stated. "And that is coming from me, the Flying General who devours armies on a daily basis."

Before Medea can make a snide comment to Lancer's statement, the two conscious servants then looks towards the temple gate, where they see an army of Medea's skeletons coming towards them.

"Wait a minute, aren't those mine?"

Behind the rabble, she then sees Jeanne D'Arc Alter smirking at her, just like a cat that just caught a canary between its teeth.

"Let me take a guess." The female Avenger stated smugly. "Dragon bone familiars?"

"Just what does that have to do with anything?" Medea bit back.

Then her thoughts then trace back toward the dragon on her banner.

"... That dragon on your banner isn't just for show, isn't it?"

The female Avenger's smirk becomes even smugger.

"Dragon Witch EX, bitch." The Avenger then flips off at the Caster. "Even better, your undead pet dragon, Ladon were one of the familiars that you've summoned, right?"

Medea's face then goes pale as her blood goes ice-cold.

"... Oh shit." She cursed under her breath.

"You really shouldn't have..." She mockingly stated. "TIME TO BLOW OUT THE BIRTHDAY CAKE!" Jeanne Alter then lets out a shrill whistle, siccing a skeletal centripetal dragon with a hundred fanged skulls as rows of the beast's set of teeth.

The reanimated beast then lets out an earthshaking roar.

"GET ON!" Lu Bu then summons Red Hare as he then grabs Medea, Soichiro, and Assassin, places them on the horse's thick neck, and the Lancer then mounts his crimson steed, and snaps the bridle as the group now ride for their lives with their former home base going up in smoke behind them.

The horse then gallops down the staircase as the monster behind them closes in with its teeth made of smaller teeth, ready to tear their flesh and bone apart like a twig through a woodchipper.

"Well..." Medea heaved out. "At things can't get any worse-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, the entire forest around them is suddenly set ablaze.

The flames themselves were blue, by the way.

"Explain, Lancer." Medea spoke to Lu Bu in an icy tone.

"Apparently, the Count of Monte Cristo was apparently an expert pyromancer." Lancer dryly stated. "... Don't look at me for answers. It's just how I saw it for myself."

"Oh brilliant..." Medea groaned. "We got a twofer for these goddamn pyromaniacs..."

From the distance, Medea can hear laughter and singing from the female Avenger.

"DANCE FUCKER DANCE! LET THE MOTHERFUCKERS BURN!"

The pyromaniac was having way too much fun causing deforestation. Even if it was over a bottle of allegedly shitty booze.

Omake #1: 111

(Semina Apartments, Fuyuki, 11:00 PM)

"Just one hour until Monday..." Abram muttered as he looked at his phone.

The residence behind room 2's door was now clear of its rubbish, but there lie the problems of the garbage bags.

Well, at least the vacuum was still working.

"Hey Monica, I'm gonna say hello the neighbor next door. You mind taking care of things there?" Abram yelled out into the deafening of the vacuum cleaner.

The lavender-haired girl gives her a thumbs-up.

"Alright." The man then takes the plastic bag with the takeout. "Take care, ya hear?" Abram then heads out the door and towards Room 1.

The place where the murder-suicide took place.

The same place where Abram gave the girl a second chance at life 1 year ago.

As a Dead Apostle.

Abram then knocks on the door.

A slip of paper slides through the bottom of door, reading "Who is it?".

He then takes out a ballpoint pen, writes "111" on the back of the paper, and slides the paper under the door.

The locks clicks as the door opens, revealing a prepubescent girl in a red coat with a hood over her head.

Abram then hands her the plastic bag with the sweet-and-sour pork fried rice.

She then sticks out hand open, with it waving it towards her.

"Oh right, can't forget this." Abram then takes out several bags of harvested blood labeled "O".

The man then places the bag on the girl's hand. "Should last you for about a decade."

The girl takes the bags into the door.

"Remember, one bag per year, alright?" Abram whispered.

The female Dead Apostle nods, closes the door, and the locks behind it click back into place.

A slip of paper slides under the door.

"Thank you." The paper read.

Abram writes something on the paper before sliding it back.

"You're welcome."

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes: Holy shit, I had too much fun writing this chapter.

So, couple things;

One, the Avengers and Rulers have now entered the stage.

Two, three out of four Avengers have made contact with the Grail War contestants.

Three: Jalter's personality will revolve around the concept of Seven Deadly Sins. Just an idea I had floating around my head for a good while. For perspective (As shown so far):

Wrath: NO SHIT.

Gluttony: The booze. For extra irony, she has stupidly low tolerance, as she was immediately wasted from one swig (Think the pigs from Animal Farm).

Lust: She kinda enjoys burning things a little too much...

Not to the levels of pyrophilia, but she's defiantly waxing lyrical from The Offsprings.

... Don't ask.

Sloth: Sics Edmund Dantes toward Assassin and Lancer.

Pride: This version has a bit of "holier then thou" attitude.

Envy and Greed will be addressed later in the fanfic.

Fouth, Issei is now dead. Let the body count increase...

Fifth, While I was drafting #COOL's OC older brother, I made Daisuke a complete 180 of his murderous baby brother.

- Daisuke has a steady day job (Forensic Pathologist) to Ryuunosuke's random odd jobs and errands.

- Whereas Ryuunosuke has a cheerful facade, Daisuke is 99% miserable and agitated (If the size of the ashtray wasn't obvious enough).

- Daisuke finished college and acquired a PhD, Ryuunosuke, on the other hand, it's not mentioned, but it's safe to assume that he never attended or got kicked out.

Sixth, the mysterious figure spots the four Rulers making an appearance.

And finally, a guest appearance of the Little Red Riding Hood from the ghost stories from Fuyuki's background lore, courtesy of an omake.

You're welcome.

Now onto hypothetical voices (For funsies, of course):

Lancer/Hector: Kunihiko Yasui (F/GO Voice), Keith Silverstein (ENG)

Archer/Odysseus: Takuma Terashima (JPN), Taliesin Jaffe (ENG)

Daisuke Uryuu: Tomoaki Maeno (JPN), Greg Chun (ENG)

Avenger/Edmund Dantes: Nobunaga Shimazaki (JPN) (F/GO Voice), Edward Bosco (ENG) (Who here watched Hazbin Hotel?)

Avenger/Jeanne Alter: Maaya Sakamoto (JPN) (F/GO Voice), Erica Mendez (ENG) (Think Junketsu-possessed Ryoko Matoi, but on full-blast in terms of sadistic glee)

Lancer/Lu Bu: Kunihiko Yasui (Fate/EXTRA Voice), Jamieson Price (ENG) (I cannot be the only one that sees DW's Lu Bu voicing him, am I?)

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