Chapter 3
Who knew holding Berserker back was such a hard task. Illyasviel thought tiredly as she spared a glance at her servant. She nursed her broken arm and winced in pain.
Caster's guard dropped slightly but the magical circles still shined and hummed with energy. "An alliance?" she asked in caution. "Why did you take out Assassin then?"
"To get rid of an incompetent guard and opening a position," Illyasviel shrugged. "If you accept, we'll both get what we what and need, sans the grail because we both know how that's gonna end."
Caster started to float down to the ground next to her master.
Souichirou spoke up. "Why make an alliance with us?" he inquired while holding his stomach in pain.
"Oh, to lure in my prize~" Illyasviel responded innocently. "If my calculations are correct, if you continue doing what you are doing and absorbing all the energy to here, a certain magus would come here..."
She hated to admit that her views of him were slightly wrong, he was not a coward but a stupid masochist. Now that she thought about it, wouldn't he enjoy getting tortured? Maybe torturing the Tohsoka or Saber might be a better choice...
Caster flinched when she mentioned the magical absorption. "That's how you found me?" she inquired.
"Well, I figured this would be a good place for setting up your workshop as this is on an old ley line... I found out your absorption project when I came here."
Caster's eyes narrowed. "Then how do you know they would come here?"
"Well cause I said so," it was an answer so childish that even her mother would be shocked.
Reminded that she was in the presence of a child, not an experienced magus, Caster fell silent. "What do we get out of this?"
"Well, you'll live and you'll gain a more competent guard," Illyasviel stated in an uncaring manner. "Before you ask, I spared you because I can't do the whole absorbing thing."
Rubbing her temples in agitation, she walked home with a headache. Tch. Killing them would've saved me from this. She thought unremorsefully.
The only reason she even considered doing an alliance was that she needed better protection from attacks from Archer, who could fire his noble phantasm multiple of times from a rather extreme distance. If the Tohsoka had enough prana, the bow-wielding servant could spam them creating a siege scenario.
She was confident that she and Berserker would survive but... The other precious people of her life, Sella and Leysritt, were something she would not willingly lose. "Berserker... If Caster ever backstabs us, rip her in two."
"Grr..." was his growling response.
She flopped on her bed, the force making her bobble for a little bit before the bed settled. She was so damned tired, with the numerous headaches forming to prana exhaustion, she was drained. Her eyes closed.
A hill of bodies, a hill that released an overwhelming amount of godly energy, divinity. On top of the hill was a golden man with blood tainting the gold. His back was facing her.
She knew what this scene was, the scene that had repeated in her dreams for the past month.
Memories of her servant.
She noticed a body in the man's arms, before it was blurred but now she saw long blackish-purple hair, her eyes were closed. She was pale, incredibly pale, almost as pale as Illyasviel.
Drops of water fell onto the pale cheeks. Drop by drop, tear by tear.
Illyasviel looked up and saw the heavens themselves split and hundreds of beings of divine power pouring out.
She looked below and saw the earth itself split and hundreds of vile beasts crawling out from the deep pits of Hell.
She looked around and saw humans, hills of corpses that numbered in the thousands. Most were mutilated to the point of mere meat mounds.
A vile energy washed over her, causing some of the divine beings to pause and the vile beasts to halt.
Refocusing to the golden man, she witnessed as the tainted gold turned crimson and tails of vile energy sprouting from his back. She counted six.
The whole world was then blinded with crimson light and a loud howl of agony.
When the light subsided, the beings of divine power fell, the vile creatures of the earth dropping off the edge. Death. Death. Death.
Then she counted nine tails, a tenth tail slowly growing. The heavens seemed to frantically dive bomb to the beast in an effort to end the beast.
All the man did is turn to the woman in his arms and he nuzzles his face with hers. "Goodbye, love."
Bright light consumed her vision.
Tears streamed down her face, her eyes wide in shock. Now that she had seen the final moment of her servant, she understood. Understood what was his wish, an impossible wish that not even the grail could complete.
Yet, the insane servant pursued it anyways. He traded his sanity for a chance for a wish, a single wish.
Her resolve hardened, she will win the grail for them, no, him.
Berserker was silent the whole time.
Clap. The book of the Almighty closed.
"I presume you'll take care of the mad dog?" Kotomine inquired, his body turning to his blonde haired partner.
"Hm... I supposed I could dispose of him, but wouldn't it be more fun for a hound to fight a fox?" Gilgamesh asked. "A spear that pierces anything and ignores everything, and a beast that has a regeneration ability that would make gods drool. A fight that I would love to see. Besides, the insane beast is no threat to our plans, rather it would speed it up if we play our cards right."
Kotomine remained silent. Apocalypse was inevitable because it is already begun. The gears of Pandora's Box were turning once again. A war would ensue between gods, demons, and primordials. It might remedy Kotomine.
Chapter 3 End
This story was mainly a testing story or an exercise for fighting scenes. So since this chapter doesn't have one, I would call that improvement.
Feel free to take the idea of a mad Naruto! I would happily read them! Besides, I'm tired of sentient Berserkers.
