Fate/ fake prophecy
Chapter Three: Rider in Black
Duke Hargrave sat behind his desk within the villa that he owned in London, the television was playing in the background and a glass of whiskey and its empty bottle were before him. He reached out and gently caressed the picture frame that he always brought with him no matter where he went; a knock at the door caught his attention away.
"Come in", he said gruffly then cleared his throat.
The door opened and the head mage walked in, "my apologies for disturbing you at this hour, milord".
"No matter, what is it?" Hargrave asked then took a sip of the spirit.
"I have compiled a report on the recent summonings, I believe that there may be more than just seven servants in this war due to its irregularity".
Hargrave raised an eyebrow then sat back in his chair, "please go on".
"As you know, the Servants: Caster, Berserker, Lancer and Saber have all been summoned along with the new one summoned by your aide Alastair which we believe to be Rider after we cross referenced data with the 4th Holy Grail War, however the False Grail has been acting abnormally, there are more than seven mana prisms orbiting it".
"So there's more to be summoned then?"
"Indeed. These Servants will not be within the confines of a normal summoning, it's possible that multiple Servants of a single class can be summoned at once".
"I see. Ensure that we can obtain another set of command spells so we can control another Servant once they are summoned", Hargrave replied and took another swig of whiskey.
"Already done, milord. We are using remnant catalysts to procure another servant of the Rider class who will be most compatible with Caster for they will share an innate bond through the aspect of death".
"Please explain".
"This new Servant's own properties will be bolstered when within the vicinity of Caster due to its link with the aspect of death, however I fear that they may not get along for Caster protects the dead while this new one is a reaper".
"That sounds promising. I trust that you shall be the one to maintain this Servant for I am unable to provide enough mana for Caster as it is".
"If that is your wish, milord. I will compete in your stead".
"Cecilia, where have you been?! I told you I was making dinner and..." Cecilia's mother shouted as they walked in the front door.
Diarmuid looked up and realized that he should have dematerialized again as even in formal clothes he shouldn't be there. Will had disappeared a while ago as he was tired.
"Oh-um..." Cecilia thought as she tried to explain why one of Irelands ancient heroes were standing in the hallway. "I was on a date, I'm sorry I should have told..."
"You have a boyfriend?!"
"Uh..." Cecilia looked back at Rin but she offered no help.
"This is wonderful!" Her mother exclaimed then took Diarmuid's hand to shake. "I'm Cecilia's mother, aren't you just a handsome..."
"Okay-okay that's enough, mum, back in the kitchen already", Cecilia said and pushed her back down the hallway, Diarmuid was thoroughly perplexed.
"Right, so Caster is the ancient Egyptian deity Anubis which means we're fighting a god here, this isn't like Gilgamesh, this guy is a real god", Rin explained as they sat in Cecilia's room again. "From what I could tell he fights with his fists and he can detonate the air with blasts of heat from his hands. We're yet to see any Noble Phantasms but from what we've seen he's more than capable of beating us with just his strength while deprived of mana. My suggestion is that if we can't work with him due to our conflicting motives then we put it off until after we beat Berserker".
Cecilia sighed then sat back in her chair, "alright, I see. You can do what you want after this alliance is over but let's work on formulating a strategy to beat Berserker".
"That new Servant, the one that guy summoned, why don't we try and team up with him too?" He was in the process if dying when we found him so he was in no state to discuss an alliance".
Cecilia put a hand to her chin, "I suppose that could work, after all we have a way to beat Berserker with Gae Buidhe, we just need the man power to allow Lancer to chop it up".
"The main problem is contacting this Master, that's if he didn't die from his injuries. The Mage's Association will have him in custody no doubt so I can ask around and find out his location", Rin said as Will turned on the TV.
"Okay, we can do it in the morning, I'm exhausted", Cecilia replied then flumped on the bed. "I'll need to get a mattress for you".
"Just a pillow and blanket will do", Rin replied with a smile.
"Wait, didn't you say my house was unsuitable for a mage's base?"
"Yeah, but there's nowhere else at this exact minute. We could always relocate to the Clocktower when things clear up a bit".
"That might be for the best", Cecilia replied then got up to turn off the TV after Will had stumbled upon the adult channels.
"I was watching that!"
"That wasn't what you thought it was", Cecilia replied then turned back to Rin. "I'll go get you those pillows, make sure Will behaves".
"Where are we going?" Will asked Rin as they bundled into a taxi the next day.
"Scotland Yard, the big police station", Rin replied, "I want to ask a personal informant there about any sightings of Berserker or any killings not yet in the news".
"Good idea, that can lead us closer to him, or it even".
"Scotland Yard, miss?" The taxi driver asked Rin then glanced to his left as the better dressed chauffeur did up his seat belt; Diarmuid clearly understood how everything worked.
"Yes please", Rin replied.
They drove for perhaps ten minutes through the busy streets of London, after reaching a set of traffic lights before Tower Bridge, Cecilia glanced out of the window to a black leather clad man on his black motorcycle who was staring at them through his equally black visor.
"The hell you looking at?" Cecilia mouthed but the man remained fixated on them. The lights changed and he revved his engine but kept pace with them.
Diarmuid looked in the mirror to see what Cecilia was concerned with then he frowned and felt an odd sensation overcome him. "What's that man doing?" He asked as he tried to look through the visor of his helmet but it was almost opaque.
"What is it you just noticed?" Rin asked as she too began to observe the strange man.
"I don't know, I feel like I know him from somewhere but I've never seen him before", Diarmuid replied, the taxi driver ignored everything.
"Change of plan, can you drop us off here?" Rin asked then got out her purse to pay the man.
"Sure thing", the taxi driver replied then turned off and parked at the curb. Rin paid him and they all got out and the man in black carried on forward, Cecilia then noticed that he carried a second crash helmet on his lap.
"That's strange, firstly who needs two helmets? And secondly he doesn't seem to be interested in us anymore".
"I thought it might have been some kind of familiar but I guess I was wrong", Rin replied then lead them forwards on foot. "How come you felt like you knew him, Lancer?"
"No idea, he just felt strange but also familiar".
"Anyway, Scotland Yard is not too far off now".
The man revved up the engine of his motorcycle again and sped away after seeing something that they couldn't, he went over the pavement and forced pedestrians out of the way.
"Where do you think he's off to?" Rin asked as they watched him go.
"I don't know, but I don't like it. I feel like he's a Servant", Will replied.
"Guys, look! He's after someone", Cecilia pointed to the black bike speeding down the road. "It's another Servant!"
Diarmuid scooped Rin up in his arms then leaped into the air and onto the left side buildings, Will looked up and realized that he couldn't jump that far so lead Cecilia along the road instead. "I think it's that Servant we met yesterday at the Clocktower!" Rin called down to them.
"Don't let them get away!"
"So, boy, it looks like we have a Servant on our tail", the massive man said as he watched the man in black approaching from down the street, he wore simple leggings, his red cape and his bronze chest plate which made him look like an out of place cosplayer.
"What?" Alastair exclaimed and turned around, "but that's not Caster".
"It doesn't matter, let's keep our distance until we find out who it is", the man replied then materialized his full panoply of war much to the surrounding people's surprise. "I summon thee, Bucephalus!" He cried out and slashed the air with his sword, a crack of thunder and a blast of lightning followed then a massive black horse trotted out of the smoke.
"The hell are you doing? There's people around us!" Alastair protested as Rider got onto his steed.
"Get on, it's more important to preserve our lives so that we can fight at a later date than die now. We need to learn our enemy before we do battle, that is how a conqueror fights!"
"Fine-fine, let's head out of the city and find somewhere to fight back", Alastair replied then jumped up onto the horse's back.
"Onward, Bucephalus, onward!" Rider roared and thundered down the street away from the rider in black.
The motorcycle began to kick up smoke as it burned rubber, it whined as it barreled along the road and the pavement to catch the traitorous aide and his Servant.
"He's getting closer", Alastair said and Rider turned his head back to check. "Can't this horse go any faster?"
"It's a horse, lad, it has legs", Rider replied. "Fortunately this city is rife with 'traffic' so his movements will be somewhat impaired".
"Hmm, I guess you're right".
"We shouldn't have left that taxi", Cecilia muttered as they attempted to chase the rider in black and its target.
"Well, Rin thought he was after us, so blame her", Will replied and sidestepped an old couple who were doing their grocery shopping.
"We can't catch them", Cecilia gasped.
"Isn't it a good thing I have a horse", Will said and stopped abruptly.
"You what?"
"I have a horse".
"Why didn't you say that earlier!" Cecilia exclaimed, "we could have caught up by now".
"No reason", Will replied then opened his book and chanted something under his breath while ignoring Cecilia's frustration, a flash of white light followed and a swift horse appeared. "I have some skill at riding you see".
"Alright let's go already!" Cecilia said then climbed up onto the saddle and Will followed.
"Onward, random horse I just summoned from my book!" Will declared and whipped the chains despite the random onlookers.
"Let's call him Percy".
"Onward, Percy!"
"We're catching up!" Rin said as Diarmuid sprinted along the rooftops at running speeds unknown to humans.
"I can't keep this up for long, Rin", Diarmuid replied as they got even with the rider in black.
The chase carried on for another thirty minutes until they were well and truly out of London City, the motorway branched off and Alastair and Rider reached a service station.
"Did we lose him?" Alastair asked then hopped down from Bucephalus' back.
"Aye but only for a moment or two, I think he can follow the trail of mana from my steed exhausting himself".
"Right, we need a place to fight him where we won't attract attention".
"There's a field over there, that would do".
"A field has no cover".
"We don't need cover, boy. Now we take the fight to him!"
The rider in black pulled up at the car park of the service station, the air became colder and the stench of death followed in his wake. The CCTV cameras on the sides of the buildings shorted out and the sky became dim, the rider approached them as they stood in the middle of the open area.
"Looks like we won't be needing that field, boy", Rider remarked then readied his sword. "You there, Servant, if you take another step I assure you it will be your last".
The rider in black stopped before them and cocked the helmet that was in its arms instead of the one on its head. It opened the visor of its spare helmet and a swirling shadowy storm spewed fourth and enveloped its body like a pitch black hurricane; a bead of sweat ran down Alastair's face.
"W-what's it doing?"
Suddenly a wailing scream cried out and maniacal laughter followed as the shadows died away to reveal a new form for the adversary. The motorcycle behind it had become a shadowy horse and the man had transformed into a cloaked being of pure death.
"T-the pale rider?" Alastair stuttered and backed away.
"No, lad, it is not. All should know this legend well", Rider replied, "that is..."
"The Dullahan!" A new voice called out as Diarmuid and his Master leaped into view and landed with acrobatic precision. Rider turned his sword to them but lowered it after realizing that Lancer had his weapons aimed at the inky adversary.
"Dullahan?" Alastair repeated. "Wait, how are there two Riders?"
"The Dullahan, also known as the Headless Horseman", Diarmuid replied, "I knew I felt something strange, he's a legend from Ireland, my home country".
Alastair looked back to see two diamond shaped orange eyes staring back at him but from the figure's waist, it was holding a burning jack'O lantern under its arm. It held out its hand and drew a monstrous whip made of bone from the shadows and brandished it under its flaming proxy head.
"I suggest we fight this one together, Rider", Diarmuid suggested and Rin pointed her hand like a pistol at the Dullahan.
"We don't know what it's capable of or which Master sent it though", Alastair replied but realized their situation, they had no way out.
"Aye, Lancer, that seems fair", Rider replied then stomped forwards with his sword at the ready. "We'll cut this Servant down to size".
The Dullahan spared no moment's hesitation and flew towards them on a pillar of smoke and smashed into Rider like a thunderbolt, knocking him back but he regained his footing and struck back at the wreathing monster; his sword passed through its inky cloak but failed to hit anything of significance. It lashed out with its whip but Rider deflected it as Lancer came in from the side with Gae Buidhe, the Dullahan dematerialized in an instant then reappeared behind Lancer and lashed out at him, the bone whip slashed his back and tore open his armored green suit. Diarmuid swore under his breath then turned and slashed back with Gae Dearg which hit home and caused the beast to recall in pain.
"Strike for its center mass, that's the only part not distorted by shadows", Diarmuid told Rider. Rider thrust his sword forwards to test the strategy but it spun past him, kicked Diarmuid and leaped forwards towards Alastair, he covered his face and braced himself but the Dullahan lashed across with its whip and sliced through his fingers and cut deep into his throat, casting blood out across the car park.
"Master!" Rider bellowed and slashed the Dullahan across the chest, Diarmuid stabbed forwards and pierced its torso and it cried out. The jack'O lantern erupted flame from its mouth and spewed it across both Lancer and Rider, forcing them back.
Alastair fell to his knees gurgling blood, the Headless Horseman had been a Servant for Duke Hargrave after all. "R-rider!"
"Stay still, boy, don't move!" Rider said and knelt down to his Master as Diarmuid drove the Dullahan back.
"I-it's no use", Alastair gasped and wiped back his blood mixed tears. "I barely stood a chance".
"You're not finished yet, no Master of mine is..."
"Kill that bastard and destroy... the False Grail... Rider!" Alastair spluttered then fell forwards into Rider's arms. "I was... just his pawn in the end..."
"It's too early to die, Master, get up and..." Rider stopped abruptly after realizing his breathing had ceased entirely. "Damn you, beast, he was just a boy!"
The Dullahan fended off Diarmuid then looked up at Rider; the jack'O lantern at its side licked gouts of flame and cackled then the body of the horseman wreathed and screamed as if separate to its 'head', it's mission had been accomplished.
"You..." Rider growled then charged forwards at the shadowy man, he sent a bone shattering slash downwards through its body but its form contorted then swirled into a void and disappeared in an instant, in the distance its black horse faded away as well.
"Rider... I'm sorry", Diarmuid replied then stopped beside the giant of a man, Rin approached his Master's body.
"We didn't even know his name", Rin said and checked his mortal wound but it was no use, he was well and truly gone.
Rider's complexion had become bitter but he realized his priority: finding a new Master before he faded away and returned to the Throne of Heroes. Will and Cecilia trotted up on horseback and stopped before them.
"W-what the hell happened here?" Cecilia asked as the jumped down from the horse.
"The Dullahan, or the Headless Horseman, was the black rider we saw. He killed Rider's Master", Rin explained halfheartedly.
Diarmuid looked up at Rider to see his reaction but the giant turned to Rin. "I am in need of a new Master it would seem, it is terribly unfortunate that I have lost mine so early due to my incompetence".
"Don't blame yourself, Rider", Diarmuid said, "I failed to stop him as well".
Rider waved his hand dismissively, "no matter, if I don't find a new master I will surely perish here".
Rin's expression changed as she considered her options, having two Servants would be a drain on her mana but it would mean that she could take on Berserker without Cecilia's help, but what would Cecilia do? She would become her enemy again no doubt but her goal was to stop the false Grail War no matter the cost, if it meant killing Cecilia then so be it for she wanted the Grail for herself.
"Rider..." Rin said and held up her command seals, "make a pact with me, now".
Rider folded his arms then sighed but before he could speak up Cecilia intercepted him. "No wait, make a pact with me instead, she's trying to destroy the Grail, I'm trying to win it!"
"Hmm... it would appear the other girl has a more tempting offer, Master of Lancer. I want the Grail as much as the next man, destroying it would be a waste considering its power", Rider concluded.
"No- wait, this is for the good of humanity, this Holy Grail must be destroyed or Hargrave will surely get it, you saw what his Servants can do, he just killed your Master with a Servant he shouldn't even have!" Rin protested and Diarmuid watched helplessly.
"I'm afraid that I have little interest in what happens in this time period, only my wish is of importance", Rider replied then walked over to Cecilia, "hold out your hand, girl".
Cecilia complied and showed him the command seals, Will watched Diarmuid to make sure he didn't react. Rider took her hand and it began to glow crimson red, "I take you as my Master, girl. I hope that you will lead us on a glorious conquest, one befitting of this time".
At the sound of the notion Will's eyes lit up, "did someone say conquest?"
"Aye, I am the King of Conquerors, Iskandar!"
"A King of Conquerors?" Cecilia repeated then looked over to Will who was shocked. "Looks like he's your king then".
"Hmm... why do you say that, girl?" Iskandar asked.
"This is William of Normandy, he has a similar job description".
"Another Conqueror? Tell me, how much land did you possess?" Iskandar asked, intrigued.
"The whole of England and Normandy", Will replied with a grin and Iskandar burst out laughing. "What?"
"Only two countries? HA! I owned half the known world back in my day".
"This isn't a contest, Rider", Cecilia replied, "I'm sure you can discuss your past lives later".
Rin clenched her fists in anger, "traitor!"
Cecilia looked back at her and frowned, "how the hell am I the traitor? You suggested it!"
Rin's anger subsided as she realized the truth in Cecilia's statement. "Lancer, we're leaving".
"Yes, Master".
"It's only fair to let you go, I guess", Cecilia said then took out her phone. "I'll call an ambulance for Alastair but we can do no more, I'm sorry we have to leave him like this, Rider".
"I understand, on the battlefield we must leave the fallen if we are to make quick our escape".
Cecilia looked at Rin, "I'm sorry, I know I said our alliance would see us through to defeating Berserker but situations change, good luck all the same".
"This new servant of yours... I find it repulsive", Anubis said as he stood before Duke Hargrave in his office.
"I understand that its methods do not suit yours but..." Hargrave began but was cut off as Anubis hissed his displeasure.
"That is not what concerns me, fool. The Dullahan is a soul eater by nature, that is something I can not allow... however I understand that to keep this partnership intact I must make exceptions..."
"So why mention it?"
"You must understand my motives and beliefs better before you can formulate the most effective strategy".
"I see. You seek to protect spirits not cause them harm and I respect that", Duke Hargrave replied then narrowed his eyes, "regardless, this new Rider has so far been more effective and more efficient in its missions than you have despite your vastly superior power".
"Perhaps if you could provide more mana or your Rider could actually kill a Servant I wouldn't be in this situation, fool. Without my Noble Phantasm I can not guarantee that I will always be the victor no matter the circumstances, I shall not face a Servant capable of destroying mana unless I know that I can rely on something other than my own strength, do you understand?"
Hargrave stared down his Servant then leaned back in his chair. "I have a solution, a temporary one at that".
"And that is?"
The Duke held up his two remaining command seals, "you can consume the mana from one of my command spells for they contain a massive amount of power, I think it should suffice for now until a Servant is slain".
The jackal headed man looked at the seals then walked forwards, shaking the room as he went. "Very well, it shall suffice", he said then held his clawed hand out and seemingly pulled the red tattoo out of his flesh with an invisible force. Hargrave recalled in pain and stumbled out of his chair, the marking hadn't just faded but took the skin with it.
"Idiot, there was an easier way!" Hargrave exclaimed and clutched his skinned hand in agony.
"I know, I just wanted to see you in pain!" Anubis chuckled then turned away from the desk and walked to the door, the red mana energy swirled around him then appeared on the back of his hand. "Thanks for the boost, I'll be taking that last one if you question my abilities again".
"We should get going before the ambulance and police arrive", Rin said to Diarmuid as he muttered some kind of Gaelic spell, a good luck charm if it were to protect the young man's spirit from the Dullahan.
"I agree, Master", Diarmuid replied then transformed into his formal clothes again and dematerialized his spears. "A mode of transport?"
"Let's just walk, I need time to think, then I want a shower when we get back to the hotel", Rin replied as they left the car park behind and walked along the edge of the motorway. "I hope the Church is managing these Servant sightings, plenty of people saw Rider charging through the streets".
"That can be explained as a reenactment of sorts, it's something that could occur in your time, correct?"
"Well, yes I suppose, and the Dullahan was just a biker with a pimped up Harley", Rin replied.
"And what about us? Perhaps a man scaling buildings in one leap is too far fetched to cover up".
"They'll find a way I guess. I know they're technically not the mediators of this Grail War but they will try to contain it, that's why I was sent by the Mage's Association".
"I understand, Master".
"That reminds me, I want to set up HQ in the Clocktower building, after all the Mage's Association is based there so it would be beneficial to be close to my 'boss'", Rin explained and almost tripped over a discarded wheel hub, "bloody hell, who put that there?"
"You sounded rather British then, Master".
"Only because we're in Britain, Lancer", Rin snapped back.
"Who is your 'boss', Master?" Diarmuid asked then put a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from tripping over again on the uneven grass at the edge of the road.
"One of the senior mages, Lady Lassarina Cria-Edelfelt. She's related somewhat to that cow Luvia".
"That's an odd name", Diarmuid remarked and put his hands in his pockets as they walked.
"If it wasn't for the translation I wouldn't understand your name either, Lancer".
"Which is why you call me Lancer, Master", Diarmuid replied with a slight grin.
"Yeah-yeah, let's just get back to the hotel and I can figure out what to do next".
"So... your objective is to slay Berserker and his Master, right?" Rider asked as they sat in the coffee shop again, minus Lancer and Rin.
"Yes, we need to find a way to draw him out. For some reason there hasn't been anymore murders reported in the news so we can't track him that way, something tells me he's got the police hushed up", Cecilia explained as she drank her coffee.
"Well, we never got to go to Scotland Yard so we should try again, I doubt we'll be interrupted by the Dullahan this time", Will suggested.
Iskandar sat back in his chair and it creaked under his immense weight, they had gone clothes shopping for some jeans and a shirt but finding the XXL range had proven difficult, what was harder was trying to explain why a nineteen year old girl was buying them. "It would be easy for one of us to dematerialize and search for information when it's closed for the night", he suggested.
"That's the problem, Scotland Yard doesn't close as it's a police station, they're always on alert".
Iskandar put a hand to his chin and stroked his red beard, "aye, that seems troublesome".
"There is one way we could get around it though", Cecilia added. "A bounded field".
"Please explain", Will said with a gesture.
"Well, we can set up a bounded field within the perimeter of Scotland Yard and use it to render everyone inside unconscious for a time. It's not lethal unless the power is upped so that would give us time to get in and out".
"What about cameras?"
"Not a problem for a Heroic Spirit, you can just go invisible to sneak by. I assume you can work a computer, right?" Cecilia asked.
"To a degree, but we would need a password to access the case files, right?"
"Huh, I guess you're right. Well I'm out of ideas", Cecilia sighed then sat back in her chair.
"This Master of Berserker really doesn't want to be found", Iskandar said then drank his tea in one go.
"I guess we have to wait for him to come to us again".
A man cleared his throat behind them to get their attention, "do you mind if I sit with you?" He asked in a strong American accent. He took a seat anyway when no one responded.
"Can we help you?" Cecilia asked with a frown.
"Indeed", the man said. Will examined him closely, he was of Native American descent and perhaps fifty years old and he wore a simple red checkered shirt, blue jeans and brown leather boots. "I am the Master of Berserker".
Will stood up immediately but the man held up his hand, "not now, not here. You'll attract too much unwanted attention", the man said with a slow and purposeful demeanor.
"What do you want?" Cecilia asked sternly, she charged her hand with mana under the table just in case.
The man cleared his throat again, "I wanted to discuss my motives with you, I saw it fitting to let you in on why I wish to win this Grail War. You will listen, yes?"
Iskandar cocked his head as if he was trying to figure the man out, "go on".
"My wish for this Grail is simple and selfless, I wish to preserve the indigenous cultures of this magnificent world, however they are in danger of being erased due to modern methods resulting in the destruction of their land. Now, you may think this is an odd wish, but you may have noticed this means a lot to me, not just by my appearance but the fact I can summon Wendigos".
"Why did you say Wendigos like there's multiple?" Will asked.
"Well, because I have multiple", the man replied frankly.
Cecilia dropped her coffee cup and it smashed on the floor, "you have more than one Berserker?"
"Yes, and if you don't concede to me right this moment, I shall have all seventeen of them go on a rampage through London, I think It's fitting that one of the largest cities on Earth gets to feel this primal fury", the man explained simply and without regret.
"You would kill hundreds or even thousands of innocent bystanders, this goes against Magi Law to the extreme, I know I want this False Grail for myself but this is just... wrong", Cecilia said while trying to comprehend their situation.
"Nonetheless, this is what is going to happen. My Berserkers are poised to attack the moment I give the order or if their connection to me is cut, like if I were to die. Please give me your three command seals, that would grant me control over your Servant".
"H-how can you command so many Servants at once? You don't look like a mage".
"No, I am a Shaman, someone with knowledge of the old magics. I am far more potent".
Cecilia swallowed her breath nervously and pulled up her sleeve to reveal the three markings on the back of her hand. "I guess it's check mate then", she said then held out her arm, "I will make you regret this though".
"I know, that's why Saber here is my guarantee", the man said and the red seals flashed once and were transferred to his right arm. "I will be taking my leave now, thank you for complying".
"I'll get you for this".
"Perhaps", the man replied then got up to leave. "However you are now no longer a Master and there is no Church to run to this time, I would watch yourself instead. Come now, Saber, we depart".
Cecilia glared at the man as he left and Will gave her a worried expression as he passed through the front doors and out onto the street, he mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' before they disappeared into the crowds. "Son of a bitch!" Cecilia exclaimed and a passing waiter looked her way. She rolled up her sleeve further to reveal the other three command spells, "I'm not finished yet, I've still got you, Rider".
"Aye, you do. We'll get him for this eventually", Rider replied then stood up. "Perhaps we should get going and formulate a new strategy".
Cecilia growled, "I'm gonna break his fucking legs".
Que outro: Kalafina- Fairytale
