Author's Note: Here's another chapter for those of you who are enjoying this story! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I would also like to add that all credit for the cover image goes to an amazing artist called Enuma00. Seriously, if you like Fate fan art then go check him out as he's drawn some of the best ones I've seen.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters here and all rights go to Type-Moon and Rooster Teeth respectively.


The Vimana soared through the air, easily staying ahead of a horde of demonic beasts which endlessly pursued him in the air. A few dozen portals opened and released gleaming weapons through the masses of black, punching gaping holes in their ranks with each shot. Though each beast that fell to his blades was immediately replaced with twice the amount as before. It was a most tedious process and he scowled at the thought of using Merodach once more on the hordes. He had wasted enough of his magical energy on such filthy beasts.

It seemed that the entire population of the land had been warned of his presence, as those of the beasts that could fly immediately took off after his golden ship upon sight. Grimm, as that child of light Summer had called them, came after him from all directions as the Vimana crossed the corrupted lands at an astonishing rate. As much as he loathed to do so, the sheer numbers of Grimm forced him to open his gates even further. Though the focus required to pilot his ship while simultaneously aiming his portals restricted the number of gates he could open, lest he wish to veer the Vimana off course or potentially even crash.

It also did not help matters that the divine light Summer had called forth had caught him severely off guard, and now he was paying the consequences for his inattentiveness. As much as he loathed to admit such, it had left his body and mind in a more pitiful state than he wished to admit. He was far from his full power currently and hardly in an ideal shape to continue fighting that vile woman with his sustained damages and ever decreasing mana reserves, no matter how vast they were. It most certainly did not help matters that, even prior to arriving in this foreign world, he had still yet to fully recover from his battles in the Moon Cell. Disgusting memories of a certain composite AI of numerous Earth Mother Goddesses and a sinful Bodhisattva of a woman crept into his mind. At his full power, that vile woman Salem would be but a larger insect than others to crush beneath his heels. However those two women, as wretched as they were, were threats to humanity of untold magnitude and each immediately warranted his full might during his battles with them in the Moon Cell.

He felt his link with his treasury falter, no doubt due to the effects of the divine light, and the scores of portals he had called upon dropped to a mere dozen as they flickered and faded. It was still a formidable force, but it was hardly the invincible wall of steel he had brought forth previously. Despite the maddening rate of fire, with only as much as a dozen weapons coming out at a time it proved to be severely insufficient in staving off the endless hordes. He felt his mental link to the Vimana strain as well as the ship slightly slowed down against his will. The Grimm made sure to take full advantage of the opportunity while he was weak upon the command of their mistress. He scowled as he abruptly steered his ship to the side, avoiding the claws and talons of Grimm who managed to near him before they were reduced to ashes by his automated defenses.

With so few gates to combat the endless hordes he made sure to make each shot count and brought forth his higher ranked treasures for the situation. Axes, sickles, and scythes whistled through the air and sliced through entire scores of Grimm before they seemingly altered their paths with minds of their own and focused on their next targets. Automatic heat seeking weapons like such would assist heavily with staving off the beasts and would allow him to call upon more powerful weapons which he needed to personally aim. With the limited number of portals he could currently sustain he was forced to close one in favor of a larger portal, sporting a pillar sized javelin embedded with rich gems.

Fireballs threatened to scorch his ship but were promptly dealt with by his automated defenses, consisting of a series of floating golden discs, which shot down any projectile or Grimm that came his way with bolts of lightning. However, through the hordes of its dying kin, a lone Nevermore managed to breach his defenses and extended its talons to tear at his ship. One of the scythes, still flying through the air, soon veered off its original course and made haste to decapitate it with ruthless efficiency before automatically seeking out its next target. With enough breathing room made, he aimed the massive javelin straight into the middle of the horde and overloaded it with magical energy, causing it to violently rattle with a golden glow which grew brighter by the second.

Though they would eventually be restored to his treasury given enough time, sacrificing one of his treasures as a Broken Phantasm still pained his heart. He pushed his grievances aside and immediately launched the soon to detonate javelin straight into the heart of the horde. Golden light erupted from within the black mass of beasts and vaporized any and all within its enormous blast radius in a magnificent explosion which lit the sky. Even those outside the blast radius were blown to bits by the shockwaves generated from the explosion, vanquishing the bulk of the horde in an instant.

The wind pressure which came from the explosion threw any remaining Grimm in the air off balance, allowing for his automatic heat seeking weapons to make quick work of them. An unholy screech of fury reverberated from behind him in the distance, and roars which shook the air came in response to the rage of their mistress. He willed his golden ship to go even faster than before with a scowl.

Letting loose more mighty roars, ancient Drakes rose from their slumbers and spread their wings to take to the air. His automatic heat seeking weapons immediately veered towards the dragons and sliced through their wings like knives through paper. Though they failed to pierce through the bone plates which protected their bodies and laid embedded in them uselessly. He returned the weapons to his treasury and scowled as mud heaped over the dragons' wounds and restored them to perfect conditions.

He hadn't the time nor the patience for this farce any longer. Any remaining gates to his treasury closed as a single massive portal, which held a mountain of a blade in its possession, came forth. The Mountain Felling Sword, Ig-Alima, stood before him as he rode through the air aboard the Vimana. Instead of firing it however, with a motion of his hand, Gilgamesh had the portal itself pivot causing Ig-Alima to sweep through the group of Drakes and cleave them to sunders with its massive blade effortlessly.

He smiled madly at the sight of the skewered remains of their once mighty forms falling helplessly from the sky. To what lengths would that filth go to kill him? Perhaps it was her pride at work, but did she not realize the disparity in their power? If not then this entire farce was but a chance to engrave his superiority into her feeble mind.

Far from the endless numbers of before, Grimm dotted throughout the land flew towards his ship with nothing but pure killing intent. They flapped their wings with mindless anger upon the command of their mistress and let loose savage roars, opening their maws to reveal rows upon rows of teeth which salivated at the sight of him. If these rabid beasts desired a feast then he would oblige them. Golden light shined upon them with a signature telltale sign and, upon his verdict, blades smashed into their maws as they tasted cold steel. The last of the beasts let loose a pathetic whimper before an battleaxe promptly cleaved its entire body in half, leaving its skewered remains to fall from the sky alongside its eviscerated brethren.

Having dealt a massive blow to her forces, any opposition he faced now was easily dealt with. A small flock of repulsive Nevermores briefly came into view before a hail of spears immediately impaled their bodies countless of times over in a shower of blood, piercing straight through their corpses and lighting the lands below with numerous explosions. The now scattered numbers of Grimm that randomly dotted the landscape were swiftly killed as he crossed the lands, and the speed of his golden vessel effortlessly outpaced any who attempted to pursue him.

He pushed the Vimana forward as its engines roared upon his will and briefly shut his eyes in disgust. He could no longer bear the nauseating sight of these repulsive lands. Even the land itself held a disgusting stench courtesy of the endless number of corrupted pools of mud that dotted the land, each containing countless curses and evils not unlike the curses of All The World's Evil he had encountered during his slumber in the Far Side of the Moon Cell. For his glorious presence to be marred even a moment longer in the wake of these corrupted lands disgusted him to no end.

Soon he could make out the ends of the Grimmlands in the distance as the crimson skies finally began to give way to vivid blue. Stretches of jagged shoreline which gave way to the ocean came into view, consisting of crimson stones that menacingly jutted outwards like spiked barricades. Though unfortunately his troubles didn't simply end there.

Multitudes of floating islands, made solely of crimson stone with extraordinarily large black crystals embedded in them, hung in the air ominously like a flying armada. Carved into them were countless hives and nests of colonies of what he assumed to be some sort of insect variants of Grimm. These Grimm simply became more disgusting the more he encountered.

The floating islands came closer and it became obvious that he had no choice but to pass through them. He quickly dealt with any stragglers behind him and he sensed hostile presences, filled with the same killing intent, come to life within their hives. He called upon as many gates to his treasury as he currently could, and a little more than a dozen spawned next to the ship as he neared the floating isles.

The atrocious buzzing of the insects soon screeched into his ears without end as swarms of oversized hornets came into sight. Their beady red eyes honed in on him as he effortlessly weaved the Vimana through the maze of islands. Stingers, connected to rope like appendages, attempted to latch onto and restrain the golden vessel he was aboard. However golden blades struck their targets true and made quick work of any pest that dared to stain his sight. Staffs, wands, and staves also accompanied the barrage of blades with an onslaught of magical spells.

Spears and swords, capable of piercing through entire mountains, punched holes straight through the islands and left them in smithereens as they fell helplessly from the sky. Multiple magical staffs spewed forth torrents of flames that left any of the insects still in their hives screeching in agony as their disgusting homes burned in a hellish blaze. To speed up the process, all of his gates closed, and a massive flaming sword with a jagged edge jutted out from a large portal. Though not nearly as large as Ig-Alima, Sul-sagana still loomed overhead menacingly with hellish flames dancing on its blade. Like he had done with Ig-Alima, he waved his hand and Sul-sagana cleaved through whatever isle it came into contact with as they combusted into violent flames near immediately. The skies became a fiery hell as isle after isle fell from the sky helplessly in flaming heaps of rubble. The air was filled with thick smoke as the Vimana maneuvered through the falling heaps of burning debris, leaving the disgusting insects to burn with their homes.

In its rage a Queen Lancer emerged from the flames of its burning nest, spitting out numerous spiked projectiles from its abdomen to skewer its golden target in a last ditch effort. However countless flying golden discs intercepted the barrage, reducing them to ashes with bolts of lighting, before a halberd promptly rammed through the Queen Lancer's skull.

He returned the flaming Divine Construct to his treasury and glanced back at the burning mess he had left in his wake with absolute disgust. Countless of the floating islands laid in ruin as they fell from the sky and succumbed to the blazing infernos which consumed their shapes. The task had been utterly disgusting and it was only this once would he willingly stoop so low as to exterminate mere insects ever again. He had expended more than enough of his time and magical energy on such a repulsive task, and the relief on his face was as clear as day as he finally exited the Grimmlands.

A fresh ocean breeze brushed against his face and gently blew through his golden hair. The sun came up over the horizon and the ocean waters reflected its brilliant hue. Any remaining Grimm that were still alive had stopped their pursuit of him once he made it outside the boundaries of the Grimmlands. Soon, the decrepit lands were only but a spec in the distance as the Vimana soared proudly through the air with unrivaled speed. Gilgamesh sighed in relief as he took in a deep breath of refreshing air. A thought rose to his mind as he recalled that descendant of light, Summer, speaking of her home being located on a small island called Patch.

Speaking of the woman, he had long since allowed Summer entry into his treasury for the sake of her safety. He had provided her with a room within his treasury as well as other basic necessities so that she may receive her much deserved shut-eye. Additionally, piloting the Vimana while flying at full speed would have been an impossible task with her on board. Though that woman best not become accustomed to such luxurious treatment from him. This generous act was only a one time whim he did purely out of respect for her, and she would receive no such treatment from him ever again.

He mentally searched his treasury and a levitating crystal ball soon revealed itself to him, rising upwards from a summoned portal. The treasure had proven itself an extraordinarily useful tool during his ventures throughout the universe of the Moon Cell. The floating crystal ball began to shimmer with light as he used it for its purpose. Now, to return that woman to her home.


Summer yawned and stretched her sore body as she snuggled contently beneath a bundle of richly woven blankets atop a luxurious bed. Strands of amber beads hung from the canopy of the grandeur bed, swaying and twinkling with an elegant shine as her head sunk into the fluffiest pillows in the world. Around her was the grandest and most luxurious room she had ever seen which was easily as big as her living room back home, if not even bigger, replete with high end furniture and basic necessities. Intricate designs, engraved in gold, graced the walls of the room and seemed to depict simple yet powerful scenes. A king atop his throne waging battle against a man who rose from nature itself. Another depicted a girl and the king on a moon, across from them a curvaceous woman with a sinful smile and demonic horns.

The room even came with a luxurious bath in its bathroom which she had soaked in for nearly an hour to clean the grime and sweat off her aching body and soothe her sore muscles in heavenly bliss. The bath apparently even had special healing properties, as well as medicinal purposes, which healed her wounds the moment she soaked in it and left her skin silky smooth afterwards. To think that this was only one of many rooms in his treasury, man was Gilgamesh living it really good. Speaking of him, she wondered how he was doing? Last she saw of him was when they made their escape on some weird, but extremely cool, golden ship before he basically shoved her into one of his portals.

She yawned and fell back into her bed without a worry in the world. Oh well, he could definitely handle himself and she probably would have only gotten in his way. Currently in the comfiest pajamas in the world which had already been provided to her in the room's dresser, she rolled around in her bed and snuggled closer to the heap of fluffy pillows around her. Her previously torn up clothes were laid about on an ornate dresser, now in perfect condition, and she snuggled even deeper into her bed with a content sigh. If this was what if felt like to be royalty then she would be so down to being a queen. Ruby and Yang would have loved it as well.

Sadly though all good things had to come to an end and hers came in the form of a golden portal. The portal shimmered into existence, and its harsh shine invaded her eyes and roused her from her beauty sleep.

No one came through it, but it projected an all too familiar haughty voice from the outside world. "Rise from your slumber, mongrel. We have arrived at the destination of your desire."

"Mmmmmm." She groaned, burying her face in the heavenly pillows. "Just another five minutes."

She heard a scowl come from the portal and the snap of his fingers. Suddenly she found the cold air coming from the portal blowing in her face as the haven of blankets and pillows around her faded into golden dust. She pitifully reached out and tried to grasp the fading golden particles in a desperate attempt.

"No… come back." She whined.

Gilgamesh's voice came through once more and cut off any complaints she had. "Dress yourself appropriately mongrel and come out. I expect you to do so quickly, or I shall forcefully reject you from my treasury regardless."

Suddenly the bed didn't feel so comfortable anymore. The threat held no mercy in its words. It was an absolute declaration of punishment to come, and the thought of being shot out of his treasury like one of his weapons wasn't a pleasant thought.

"Okay, okay! Fine!" Aggravated at having her beauty sleep so rudely interrupted, Summer rose from the bed and marched over to the dresser. King of Assholes, she thought as she dressed into her huntress clothing.

Fully dressed, she stepped out of the portal and gave Gilgamesh an intense glare, much to his amusement. As if to aggravate her even more, he simply gave her a shit eating smirk in return. "Ah, the mongrel herself has finally risen from her eternal slumber. I was truly entertaining the thought of launching you from my treasury had you taken any longer. Such a spectacle would have been truly amusing to watch unfold."

"You don't need to be so rude about it! And what did I say about calling me a mongrel! My name is Summer! S-U-M-M-E-R!" She complained angrily.

He waved her off with a roll of his eyes. "Yes, yes mongrel. I am fully aware of your name."

He continued to smirk at her despite her glare which ticked her off to no end. God why did he have to be such an asshole sometimes! He was like Qrow and Raven at times in that regard, his red eyes didn't help with the comparison either.

Speaking of how he looked, his wounds had healed over already as if they had never been there. His golden armor had been put away for repair in exchange for an orange v-neck shirt beneath a black biker jacket, alongside black jeans and matching dress shoes. His square golden earrings had also been put away in favor of three identical golden earrings which elegantly dangled from his left earlobe, and his usual spiked up hair had been let down.

To say that he looked handsome would be the understatement of the century, any other woman would die to have been in his arms like she had. But she was married so any feelings she had developed for the arrogant, asshole of a man was more as friends/battle buddies. Because they did make for a good battle buddy duo back there, even if he didn't want to admit it. Though her one true battle buddy would always be Raven, but she would never tell Tai or Qrow that. Men and their pride could be so fragile sometimes.

"Has my brilliance ensnared your very soul, mongrel?" Gilgamesh mused with a sly grin at her staring. "Very well, since you are no ordinary mongrel I shall allow it this once. Therefore you may continue with your act, indulge your eyes in my body to your heart's content."

The way he said it made blood creep up her cheeks and she immediately pulled the hood of her cloak over her face. If it had been anyone else she would have punched them hard immediately, but it really didn't help that his absolute confidence in his looks wasn't unfounded. Wait, why was she reacting like this! She was a married woman now, not some stammering wreck of a teenager anymore! God why did he have to be this aggravating sometimes!

"Huhahaha! Flustering even virtuous women is far too trivial a task!" He mocked through his laughter. "Indeed, that reaction of yours is truly amusing. Hahaha!"

One day, one day she would get him for this. Over the roars of his haughty laughter, she swore it to herself by the name of Summer Rose that she would get her revenge one day. Sadly that day wouldn't be today as she continued to bury her face in her white cloak.

Getting over herself and swearing to get revenge later, Summer took in her surroundings. Aboard a golden ship Gilgamesh called the Vimana, the sight of land hung in the distance. She could vaguely make out the shape of familiar ports and docks as fishing boats came in and out. A wide smile plastered itself on her face at the sight as Patch laid before her only a few miles away. She was home, after so long she was finally home.

"Hmph, I see that you are currently ecstatic." Gilgamesh mused with a grin. "Shall we make haste now? I assume you wish to see your loved ones as soon as possible."

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you so much Gil!" She practically exploded with joy as she enveloped him in a hug. The act caught him off guard, and it was clear as day that he wasn't comfortable with such acts of open affection. She didn't care though. "How did you find Patch! I thought you said you were like an alien to this world or something?"

Clearly distraught at her hug, Gilgamesh attempted to regain his composure with his usual proud voice. "Alien?! Do not call me such, and I possess many treasures perfectly suited for the task. Locating the destination of your wishes was utterly trivial."

"That's so cool! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" She continued to squeeze him in her hug despite his complaints. "I'll never forget what you did for me!"

"Yes, yes, I accept your gratitude mongrel now remove your hands from me! I did not allow you permission to embrace me like so!" He snapped out angrily. "Also I did not grant you permission to refer to me as 'Gil'!"

She giggled at his outburst as she finally obliged, freeing him from her hug and allowing him to finally compose himself. Though a thought came to mind which slightly worried her.

"I don't mean to sound rude and I'm really grateful, but I don't want people to see us on, well, this." She motioned to the strange looking, albeit extremely cool, golden ship. "It would definitely cause a commotion, and that commotion might attract Grimm if people take it the wrong way."

Gilgamesh waved off her worries with a dismissive gesture of his hand. "Your worries in that regard have already been addressed. Though constructed in ancient times, the Vimana possesses many advanced stealth functions as well as optical camouflage. To any onlooker we are practically invisible to their sight."

Okay, now that was cool. At the effortless explanation she let out a breath of relief and grinned at the thought of returning home on this. She could only imagine the looks on Qrow's and Tai's faces if they ever saw her come home on this bad baby. Yang and Ruby would definitely freak out if they ever saw it.

"With your concerns addressed, shall we depart now? Or will you continue to uselessly idle about in your worries?" Gilgamesh rhetorically asked.

He knew he didn't even need to ask in the first place as she nodded to him. He tapped his fingers against his golden throne, draped in crimson silk, as his golden ship hummed with energy. Its intricate wings soon came alight with an exotic emerald glow which dazzled her eyes.

"Brace yourself, mongrel." He warned. "We shall clear the distance in but mere moments."

With his warning the ship took off explosively. Not enough to throw her off, but enough for her to feel the wind whip her hair up and blow against her face. Yet despite the speed they were going at, the ride was extremely smooth without even a trace of turbulence. The only sound to be heard was the smooth whirring of the ship's engines and the peaceful sound of them soaring through the air. She wished she had her Scroll on her but made sure to take in every moment of the ride anyway.

"Enjoying yourself, mongrel?" Gilgamesh mused. His eyes roamed over the quaint town of the island. "This Patch is a rather peaceful settlement. If I am to be truthful, I am merely grateful for the change in scenery. I cannot bear the thought of gracing those decrepit lands with my presence again."

Summer hummed in agreement. Pretty much the complete opposite of the Grimmlands, Patch was sunny and full of life despite being a relatively small town. Also unlike most of the big cities, Patch had left the natural forests around well preserved for the most part, giving them the beautiful sight of greenery and nature before them.

The sight of Patch went by as they made their way towards her house. Her house was located deeper into the forests and was pretty secluded from the rest of the town, so they didn't need to worry about any next door neighbors freaking out at the sight of them. Soon a comfy wooden home, with an open yard that gave way to the forest around them, came into view.

A cool breeze brushed against her face as she stared longingly at her home and the loving family which awaited inside. She muttered a single word which reverberated through her heart. "Home."

Gilgamesh, despite how aggravating he could be, let her have the moment. As they soon neared he called out to her and snapped her out of her thoughts. "We are to land soon."

The warning was simple enough as she readied herself. How long had it been since she last saw all of them? Weeks? Months? She hadn't realized how long she had been gone with all the missions Ozpin assigned her. Her heart ached at the thought of Yang and Ruby wondering when she would be coming back home. She would need to apologize to Tai as well for any worries she caused him. She had done this type of thing to him too many times, yet he always welcomed her back home lovingly no matter how many missions she came back from or how long they took. God, at times she felt like she didn't deserve a husband like him.

But things would change, they would have to and she would talk to Ozpin about this. She had taken what she had for granted and nearly paid the price. She almost didn't even return from her mission if it wasn't for the miracle that was Gilgamesh, and the thought of leaving her girls without a mother and Tai all alone felt like a stab to her heart.

She swore it to herself that things would change for the better from here on out, and she would make sure to see her daughters grow up with happy lives. She steadied her newfound resolve as the ship gently landed in front of her house, its optical camouflage and numerous stealth functions deactivating to reveal itself in plain sight for all to see.

Transparent steps, seemingly made from light taken physical form, revealed themselves and led towards the ground. Gilgamesh gestured for her to go first. "Go forth, this is your moment to cherish."

Summer nodded to him with a smile of genuine gratitude before she readied herself. She took a deep breath, and finally took the first step down.


Author's Note: So things will start to move away from Salem from here on out and settle down for a bit. For those of you who are still wondering why Gilgamesh seems a bit weaker than usual throughout the story, I've explained to some that even prior to Chapter One he's coming off pretty fresh from the True Ending of Fate Extra CCC. He hasn't fully recovered his battle power from his fights with the final two bosses of the game and if you don't know who those two are, then just know they are extremely powerful and can be said to be on par with the likes of even Saver.

Also about me referring to the silver eyes as a divine light, it just makes sense to me that the power of the silver eyes could potentially be something descended from the powers of the God of Light. Just my own take on it though if it doesn't end up as canon. Anyways thanks for reading and leave a review on if you liked it or not, or if there are some problems I need to address!