AN: This chapter may cause confusion or outright bafflement due to the sudden shift in mood, settings and other confusing stuff that would only be explained if you read on. It's an Omake, what did you expect? Something that makes sense?

Please note that this chapter is entirely skippable without much consequences. The latter part can also be count as a spoiler for future chapters set after or during time skip.

Also, just to be on the safe side, this story will now be rated M from now on. Cuz you know...war ain't pretty.

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A man stalks through a forest in the dead of the night. He moves with haste, legs moving without rest and crunching on the dead leaves on the ground while panting tiredly. The air was unpleasantly cold that night and each breath he took caused white vapor come out of his mouth. The sky above him were a pitch black, void of any source of light as the moon and the stars were hidden behind a thick curtain of clouds.

The only source of light that he has was the torch in his hands. The fire on the torch was flickering weakly, crackling with a nearly inaudible sound. It seem as if it would go out at the slightest gust of wind while barely illuminating the path that he treads. His tired eyes were set firmly on the ground, searching to see if there were any roots or rocks sticking out as he move cautiously.

The faint light from his torch cast shadows dancing all around him hauntingly. The trees appeared to be looming over him as he walked underneath them. The darkness made it seem like their branches were stretch out way longer than it should be, shaped like horribly deformed hands with long, pointy fingers, wanting nothing more than to drag him into the very depths of hell.

A strong gust of wind suddenly blew past him. He shuddered against the cold and pulls his cloak closer to cover up his body but it did little to defend him from the chilly air. His free hand went to pat the leather satchel hanging on his side by a strap to see if it was still there. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt the leather by his side.

His torch almost died out completely had he didn't react fast enough and use his body to block the wild gale. The wind roared loudly and the leaves above him were rustling along eerily as the it made it's way across the forest. The branches swung wildly almost snapping from the force, as the courier stopped moving.

When the wind finally stopped blowing, he relaxed a little knowing that his only light in the dark was still lit. But the rustling continued despite the absence of a breeze. His body immediately tensed when he heard it, his heart started beating more furious than before as he wondered if he wasn't alone in this forest as he once thought. He quickly look around and saw tiny movements in the shadows all around him, darting side to side with slowly. He almost panicked but sighed in relief when he realised that they were just leaves falling to the ground.

He let loose a soft chuckle as he shook his head slightly, thinking that his paranoia was getting to him. Then a frown settled on his face when he look around again. Everywhere he looked was an endless stretch of trees caked in shadows. The fire on his torch was not big enough to illuminate more than a few feet around him. Within the dark the trees seemingly merge together to form a maze. It was like they were alive, shifting their position when he wasn't looking, taunting him for even setting foot in this place.

But he knew better than to think that. It was just very hard to tell one tree apart from the other within the dark. The sight itself forcefully reminded him of something he was trying very hard not to think about.

He was lost.

Just what kind of courier gets lost while on the job anyway?

A sense of despair was starting to make itself known to him but he pushed it back through sheer force of will, convincing himself that it would be alright as long as he kept moving before he started walking again. The only sound accompanying him on his journey was the crunching of leaves his boots made and the faint panting of his breath.

He shouldn't have entered this forest in the first place, especially when the sun had already set. He knew that, his gut instincts knew that but it's the shortest way to where he was heading and he really wanted to make it back as soon as possible.

He had miscalculated the amount of time it would take for him to reach his destination. The sun was already starting to set and the next town was far away because there was a dense forest in the way. Usually, people had to circle around it to reach the next town. He had wanted to reach that place before resting in an inn for the night but the people from the last town he was in advice against his current course of action. They told him to rest here instead and told him to wait until morning before continuing his journey but he ignored it and move on, thinking that he would be fine as long as he hurry.

The satchel on his side contains important documents that he needed to deliver to a very important lord post haste; that's why he can't afford to stay at the inn in the last town. He needed to march on even when he's tired and during unfavorable weather conditions. Such is the life of a courier. Now he's worried that he would never reach his destination in time and would have to face the consequences.

He thought that he could cut down the time needed to reach the other town in half if he were to proceed through the forest instead of walking around in a big circle.

But the townspeople had warned him against that too. They say that people always go missing in that forest at night without a trace to be found. But instead of listening to them like any smart person would do and stay behind, he ended up doing exactly the opposite of what they told him to. Now he's lost, alone and getting very worried that be may not find his way out ever again.

'But it should be alright once it's morning no?'He thought with a faint flare of hope rising in his chest as he tries to reassure himself that everything will be alright. With a more reliable light source he should be able to find his way out of this horrid place. If possible, he never wanted to enter another forest ever again.

To distract himself from the feeling of depression regarding his situation, the courier tries to immerse himself with happy thoughts and memories. He let his mind wander but not so much that he would forget about his surroundings and accidentally trip.

He thought of of his home, way back in England; his warm cozy little house that he couldn't wait to return to once his contract ended. He thought of his wife, his lovely Sophia, the most beautiful woman he had ever known that he was lucky enough to marry. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms again after being gone for so long. Then he thought of his kids. His bundle of joy all wrap up in those tiny bodies of theirs. He couldn't wait to get back to them and tell them stories of what he had seen during his job. He's sure that they would enjoy every bit of it, grinding him for more whenever he stops.

A sad smile reached his face, an immense sense of guilt reached his heart as he feel terrible for letting his wife take care of them on her own. He wanted to be with her to raise their children together.

With him so immersed in his memories, he failed to noticed the wild branch in front of him. His face was smacked by the branch as another wild gale blew by, swinging it towards his face, effectively and rudely snapping him out of his happy trance whilst reminding him that he's still lost in the forest.

The courier sighed, rubbing his throbbing face as he swat the branch away in irritation. The leaves rustled as the branch moved, clearing the path once more for the unfortunate man to trek though.

Seeing the dark, somber atmosphere, the courier couldn't help but recall a certain piece of rumor that he had heard in the tavern during his brief rest in the last town.

It was haunted they say. They say that the spirits had dragged them to the afterlife, wanting them to take their place to hunt the forest so they could finally be free. Some say that they heard a woman crying coming from the trees while some claimed to have seen shadows darting from one branch to another.

Back then the courier scoffed at the absurdity of what he had heard but now...The courier suddenly shivered in place before he hurried along through the dense flora; his eyes darting through and forth around the forest restlessly, checking every tree within sight almost as if he was expecting to see something there while the sound of crunching leaves accompanied his every step ever so loudly.

He's not usually the one to believe in superstition or baseless rumors but even since it became nightfall, he keeps getting this odd feeling that he was being watched. Every time he looked to the side, he thought he caught sight of something moving within the shadows, something large yet vaguely humanoid in shape.

His throat suddenly felt dry he felt fear rising in his heart. He couldn't tell if he's seeing things because of his paranoia or if there's actually something hiding in the dark, just waiting for a chance to get him. But just in case, the courier decided to think that it's the latter just so he would be alert at all times. It's better to be prepared for anything; who knows what kind of wild animal would be wandering in the dark, stalking him like he's some sort of prey.

"There's no ghost, just some wild animal." he murmured those words under his breath repeatedly like a mantra, his eyes clench closed as he tries to get his breathing under control.

It may be an attempt to convince himself that there is no ghost in the forest but he's going to cling to that notion stubbornly for all it's worth.

The courier stilled in his steps as he realised that something was wrong, so very wrong. Thanks his alertness his senses were heightened and because of that, his ears managed to pick up something coming from a distance. The faint sound of someone sobbing.

His tired and sleepy mind instantly became alert. His breathing hitched and his grip on the torch tightened; cold sweat started to slide down his back as his muscles tensed like a coiled spring, ready to burst into a sprint to escape from whatever made that noise. He could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears as his eyes dart everywhere, lifting the torch higher to light up more of his surroundings. The shadows retreated slightly under the flickering light but it was not enough, everything was still shrouded in shadow everywhere he looked.

"W-w-who's there!?" he stammered, his fear clearly obvious to anyone if they were to hear his voice.

The courier waited and waited as he started to swing the torch around along with his entire body, not willing to leave what's behind him unchecked for more than a few seconds. A few moments passed in absolute silence save for the sound of his rapid breaths. Seeing that nothing at all, he looked around more slowly this time, taking in deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down from the sudden adrenaline rush. The sound that caused him to became so frighten was nowhere to be heard and he wondered if he had actually heard it or if it was something his mind conjured up from all the stress.

A few minutes passed by uneventfully and he started chuckling to himself as it all seem so silly. Why was he getting so worked up over those rumours? Tis' most likely those people only vanished because they got lost in the dark and starved to death, maybe even tripped into some sort of hole and died there. Yes that's right, that's a valid explanation for all the missing people.

With a small shake of his head the courier resumed his trek in silence but he didn't made it very far when a sudden realisation struck him like a sledgehammer.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

The usual chirping of insects he had been hearing ever since he entered this forest were eerily silent. It was almost as if they were hiding from something. The wind had died down completely, taking the rustling of leaves with it. The occasional noise wild animals would make were also absent just like the insects, almost as if they were afraid to even make a peep. The forest that seem so alive just a few moments ago might as well be dead right now.

The courier let out a shaky breath before he lick his dry lips. He could feel his entire body shaking in fear and it didn't take much to convince the courier to start moving again. He didn't want to stick around in this forest any longer than necessary. The quietness was just too much for him to bare and the feeling of being watched has returned, this time he has a feeling that whatever's has had their eyes on him would do more than just observe.

"Everything's fine, everything's fine." he said to himself out loud, trying to fill in the silence, hoping that it wouldn't be so terrifying if he did so. But it only made things worst as his voice echoed back from a distance, twisted and distorted in the most frightening way.

"Everything's going to be just fine." his voice cracked as he continue to walk; the trees around him seem to be closely packed together now, almost as if they were trying to block off his route and direct him elsewhere. He didn't want to admit it but he felt like crying. Everything was going so well until he entered this forest; the damn wagon he hitchhiked on just had to break down when he was riding it on the way towards the town, causing him to walk instead. He'd rather be at home, feeling safe and comfortable with his family but he just had to accept the delivery job just so he could earn an extra bit of gold to buy something nice for his wife for once.

Letting loose another shaky sigh, the courier tries to compose himself again. He knows that whining would not get him anywhere in this situation except for wasting his energy so he stopped talking, trying not to mind how quiet it had become.

-0-

The courier lost track of time, he didn't know exactly how long it has been since he had been stuck in this forest. He knew it had been hours but it felt like he had been wandering around for days with no end in sight.

But finally, that feeling of endless wandering came to an end and was replaced with awe when he saw something in front of him, something so large that it was visible in the dark because of it's massive shape. When he got closer, he found that it was a large, dead tree. The courier raised his torch higher to get a better look at it. The tree was humongous, easily centuries old as it stretch upwards like a towering titan, it's branches bare of any leaves and it's body, dry and cracked like he's watching the barren land of a desert.

It was too dark to see clearly at first but he could see something else there, huddled over by the base of the trunk. To his surprise, when he approached the dead tree he could faintly see a figure of another person there.

Then he heard it again, the sound of a woman sobbing and this time, he could clearly hear it coming from the figure in front of him.

It was a was a woman to be precise as he could see long silky black hair that goes down to her waist, hiding most of her body from view. She had her back to him as she kneel on the ground. She appears to be wearing rags as he could see parts of what she was wearing torn and patched up in so many places while her body was hunched over as she shook with wrenched sobs.

The first thought his tired mind managed to think up of upon seeing the woman was that he had finally found another person in this place and his was almost overwhelmed by relief. He wanted nothing more than to go over there to ask if she knew a way out.

But then his mind woke up with a jolt when he realised that the scene in front of him is anything but normal. After careful consideration, a question popped into his mind that drained all colour from his face.

Why is there a woman crying by a tree in the middle of the night?

He had no idea if he should feel relief or afraid that he's no longer alone. The earlier memories of the rumours came back and it only made him more terrified. He tried to shake it away and focus at the woman in front of him.

She looks so vulnerable, battered and broken even, just like a rape victim that you could see everywhere because of the war. It's also not uncommon for bandits to use this kind of tactic to lure passing travelers to see if she was alright. Is that the real reason why people keep vanishing in this forest? A woman, willingly or unwillingly luring them into an ambush set by bandits? Everything about her just screams suspicious now that he thought about it.

He knew that the correct course of action is to turn tail and run but he hesitated. His conscious was gnawing on him as he tries to go against his very nature to help people. He was born and raised to be helpful to others without needing anything in return; it was one of the reasons why his lovely wife fell in love with him after all. That woman by the tree could really be in trouble and needed any help she could get.

He gritted his teeth as he thought about the consequences if he were to head over to help her. He could be brutally murdered by bandits hiding in the trees or bushes or the woman herself could be the killer and she would spun around and stab him in the heart. But if she were in trouble, he could at least help her, maybe she knew a way out of this damn forest and everything will turn out okay. All the bad and good outcome of could happen flashes through out his mind; his emotions were in turmoil as he tries to decided on what to do.

In the end he just sighed and turn his attention back towards the crying woman.

He knew that couldn't live with knowing that he could have helped but didn't. Besides, if it really was a trap then they would have sprung it when he was busy mulling over his options.

Steeling himself for what's to come, the courier starting walking towards the woman while berating himself for even thinking of doing something so stupid and wondering just why he never listened to those settlers back in town.

The courier noticed that the woman had stopped sobbing as he approaches, finally noticing his presence as he drew near. The sound of leave crunching underneath his boots is a dead giveaway after all. She immediately hugs herself close and tries to make herself seem as small as possible, trying staying very still as if hoping that he couldn't see her if she did so. But even so, he could still hear barely audible sound coming from her as she tries to muffle her sobs. Just what on earth happened to her to make her this way?

As he got closer, the torch started flickering wildly as the wind came back with a vengeance; in response he brought the torch down towards his torso, using it as a shield to stop the torch from dying out. By doing so, the lighting became dimmer and the darkness approaches without anything holding it back, shrouding the surroundings like a curtain of blackness. He could feel his fingers twitching in anxiety, not knowing what would happen as he'll have a harder time trying to spot hidden ambushes.

"Are you alright ma'am?" he asked even though she's anything but and receive no response from the woman who didn't seem like she had heard him at all. "Do you need any assistance?" he asked louder this time, hoping to get some sort of reaction from her as his eyes dart around the place, searching for any signs of people hiding in the shadows. The lack of movement from the woman gave him an ominous feeling but he swallowed his saliva and force himself to carry on. Was she purposely ignoring him or was it something else entirely?

The distance between them is merely a feet away; if he were to reach out his arm, he could grab her shoulder. Maybe that will get her attention.

His free hand slowly stretch out towards the woman. His fingers felt oddly cold as they left the warmth of his cloak and he hesitated; his hand linger in the air merely a few meters away from making contact with the woman's shoulder. His eyes dart towards his hand, noting that it was shaking slightly and the feeling of foreboding was crawling up his spine. His attention shifted back to the woman; because of the close distance he could see that her entire body was shaking. He could hear faint murmurs coming from her and it sounded like some sort of prayer.

Knowing that nothing would happen unless he did something, he decided that he should just risk it and see what would happen.

His hand landed on the woman's shoulder and he almost pulled back in reflex at how cold she was while the woman flinched at his touch.

"Ma'am?" he tried again and this time he saw her shifting every so slightly, almost unnoticeable if he wasn't paying attention. He could feel a pit forming at the bottom of his stomach as he realised just how stupid his idea was without any forms of insurance. Sadly, it's too late to turn back now.

The courier was on guard, ever prepared to leap back just in case she was going to spun around to stab him with a knife. He had faith on his speed and stamina despite how tired he was; it comes with being a courier for many years after all. He could probably outrun her if she give chase and maybe even her friends if they were any hiding nearby.

The woman slowly turned around-

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He was running through the woods at breakneck speed; the expression of fear completely etched onto his face as he uses his hands to block and swat away incoming branches. He didn't care where he was going just as long as it wasn't there. He had dropped his torch long ago and now he's practically blind in the darkness as he sprint like a madman. Even a fool knows not to navigate around a dark forest without a source of light but it's too late to do anything about it.

He needed to get away from- from that thing! There was no words to describe what he had just saw. It was not human nor was it any type of animal he had ever seen. He couldn't forget those large, beady eyes of that creature. They were huge, easily three times the size of any human eyes should be; they were also completely black, just like the night sky, void of any iris and pupil. But within those void he could see countless white glinting lights in them, almost as if the stars themselves were shining within them.

His sprint was interrupted when he suddenly fell over and kissed the ground. Leaves were shot into the air before they slowly float down in a mesmerizing dance as his body made a loud thud once it impacted the cold, dirty ground.

Like he had expected, he had tripped even though that was the only thing he should be avoiding when he's running for his life. He quickly pushes himself up and look over at his feet, trying to find out just what he had stumbled upon. It would seem that he had tripped over a root that was sticking out, typical.

He got up post haste, trying to ignore the slight stinging he could feel at his ankle. He prayed to God that he hadn't sprained it because every second he wasted in his limping around like an idiot means more time for that creature to get closer to him.

It was then did he noticed that he had dropped his satchel. He barely made out the shape of the bag in the dark but something else caught his eyes as he noticed that the satchel was opened and white objects were scattered all over the ground.

'Oh no, the documents!' He exclaimed inside his head as he bend over to pick them up hastily. 'Even if I managed to escape this forest alive, the lord would have my head for even dirtying his documents.'

His hands flinched back mere centimeters from touching the papers as he recalled what he was instructed when he received the satchel. He was told never to read them or he would be punished severely. National secret he was told.

But by remembering that little detail, a question popped into his mind. If it was really so important why ask a nameless courier to do the job for them? Wouldn't it be better if they asked someone they trusted instead? Better yet, why can't he remember who it was that ordered him to do the delivery?

He couldn't shake the feeling that he's being swindled so he picked up the notes and put them close to his face while squinting his eyes to see just what was written on it in the darkness. If he was going to die because of this thing, he might as well find out just what it is he was delivering that was so important that he had to go through so much because of it. Granted that it was because of his poor planning that got him into this situation but still, he wanted to know.

When he finally saw just what he had been carrying around like some piece of ancient treasure, he felt like he had been slapped on the face and his pride of being a courier was being trampled on.

Doodles!? He was asked to deliver a child's doodles!?

In his hands were papers with weird and childish drawings, creepy and twisted drawings to be exact. There were eight pages, some were filled with sketches of what he presumed to be about man while others had words in them. He couldn't read what was written on it because it was too dark but just by seeing the drawings somehow filled him with discomfort.

He wondered what kind of demented person would draw something like this but the sound of rustling bushes dragged him back to the present and reminded him that he was being chased.

He quickly spun around to face the direction where the sound was coming from and lo and behold, the thing chasing him burst out of the bushes like a demon coming out of the pit to hell just to devour him.

"Ayy lmao" It called out as soon as it saw him. The courier didn't had the change to see what it really looked like at first. He just ran away from it the moment it saw it's eyes. Anyone would have done the same thing as he did. Those gigantic marbles could never fit on a human's face, it managed to evoke a primal response to flee from danger in the courier but now, now there's nothing stopping him from laying his eyes fully on the creature that stood before him.

The creature stood with a small hunch on it's back and it towered over him with ease even if he were to stand at his full height. It was still dressed in the rags it was wearing before and when the thing took a step forward, it's wig slid off effortlessly revealing a large, round and bald head. It's face was void of any features except for those eyes of it's. How it could talk at all is still a mystery as it didn't have any mouth to speak with. He could see that it's entire skin was green too as it reach out it's long, boney fingers towards him in an attempt to grab him.

How he managed to mistook that thing for a harmless woman is anyone's guess. That thing looked like God somehow got drunk and made a person had sex with a mole rat and he's looking at their child.

In response to the appearance of the creature, he immediately drop the notes, turned around and ran while screaming in a very manly voice that did not, in anyway, sound like a woman's.

Sadly, not even four steps away from the strange monster he fell into a pit that suddenly appeared before him as the earth collapse into itself like the maw of a giant beast being opened. The courier could feel his feet going though the hole on the ground as his eyes widen to the point where they would pop out if they open any bigger.

He hit the dirt a few meters below and let out a groan of pain as he lay there with his limbs sprawled out. He spent a few seconds trying to recollect himself before pushing himself back up with his shaky arms. He failed a few times before he finally managed to get back up. He tried his best to ignore the pain flaring all over his body as he lean against the walls to keep himself from falling down again.

"Ah ha! Anozeer Hooman zaas fallen tu our trap!" The courier heard someone spoke with a mocking tone and in a weird accent coming from above. He weakly crank his head up, expecting to see the creature that was hunting him only to be surprised to see there were actually more of those creatures now. They were circling around the hole he had fallen into, like predators looking down on their prey before they pounce and kill it.

"And now, Vee prozeed to phaze too." The same one spoke said as it rubs it green hands together like some sort of evil mastermind whenever something goes as planned for them.

"Sir, must you really speak like that?" Another one of those green alien standing next to the first spoke up. By the tone of it, it sounded very exasperated by the first one whom he presumed to be the leader.

The leader turned to face the one that spoke and shrugged in a nonchalant manner. "Eh, tradition." it simply stated normally before pointing a finger at the third one. "Drop za bomb." it commanded with that weird accent again.

"W-what?" the courier managed to croak out before he witness the third alien drop something inside of the pit right next to him. He tried to get away from whatever it was, to put some distance between him and it but alas, it exploded the moment it touched the ground in a bright, blinding light and everything went white.

-0-

The courier awoke with a long and painful groan. He felt so horrible right now; the nausea that he was feeling was the worst he had ever felt in his entire life and he had experienced plenty of hangovers before and none of them could compare to what he was feeling right now. The back of his head felt like someone lit up barrels of gunpowder in there with the intention of giving him the worst headache imaginable. He could feel his head throbbing painfully and hear the irritate ringing in his ears while his entire body felt like someone had stuffed rocks into his muscles, too heavy to even move while his senses were numbed to the point where he couldn't feel anything else besides the headache and the urge to empty his stomach. Hell, he couldn't tell if he's laying down or standing up right now.

"The subject is awake sir." he heard someone spoke and his body tensed immediately. Someone was here with him and from what he could tell, it was more than one. Whoever it was, they know that he was awake. His loud groaning earlier must have alerted them.

The courier quickly open his eyes to see just what was going on but immediately regretted it as a bright light shone into his eyes. He slam them shut again and let out a pained cry as his eyes stung from the flash.

When the stinging subsided, he opened them again more slowly this time and was greeted with the sight of his captors standing around him. Those green, grotesque aliens were looking at him like some sort of art in an exhibit. He tried to move, to swing his arms outward to punch the closest one in the face before attempting to escape only to find that his limbs were tied up to a metal table that he's laying on with his stomach. He also realised that he was completely naked and was on full display for the aliens.

"Ah, it appears that the subject is already trying to escape sir. I recommend that we shouldn't waste any more time." the second one said to the leader

"Then prepare ze Anal probe." the leader ordered, pointing at the third one who dutifully pulled out something long from behind his back. The courier stared at the object at hand wondering just what they were going to do to him before he finally registered what the alien leader had said. He didn't understand what a probe means but by the word anal, he could take a wild guess and couldn't help but point out one important thing.

"That's a baguette." he said in disbelief as he stared at the piece of bread in the green one's hand. "It's not fitting in anyone's anus anytime soon." The courier pointed out with a slight hint of fear in his voice.

"Not vith zat attitude it vont." The alien leader chided him while waving it's finger before turning it's attention to the one holding the bread. "Vou know vhat tu do." it spoke with a mad crackle and the third one nodded dutifully.

"Good, then spread ze butt cheeks." the leader commanded the second one and instantly, the courier felt someone's hands on his buttocks and spread them apart like someone opening the gates to the forbidden garden.

"Butt cheeks spread, sir." the courier heard someone spoke from behind him.

"Commence ze insertion." the order was given with glee.

The courier let out a cry of shock and surprise as the third alien did as it was instructed. He felt his anus bloomed as it was spread apart by the piece of bread. His rectum, violated as he felt it being shafted... by a freaking piece of bread of all things. The courier started crying when the procedure was done all while the alien leader crackle madly to itself. He lost his anal virginity to a fucking bread for fuck's sake, he's allowed to cry about something like this.

"Begin ze Transformation!" The leader pulled out some weird box with a red looking circle in the middle and pressed it.

-0-

When the courier woke up again he found that his entire body had changed. No longer was he a tall average looking English man like he was before. He was now a ridiculously tall, white skinned and blank faced man wearing some kind of black suit with tentacles spreading out of his back.

Then he found a note in his hands.

Hey.

If you're reading this then you should know that you're no longer human. If you ever wanted to become human again, you would need to remove the anal probe from your rectum. But we made it so that your hands would be too big to enter your butt hole and your tentacles wouldn't go anywhere near them. Only the hands the size of children could fit in your butt now.

You'll also need to find those notes that you've dropped, otherwise we would hunt you down and ram another probe inside your ass if you ever remove it. Oh, for extra challenge we made it so that you can't touch the pages and will need to get someone to do it for you.

Well then, wish you luck. No time to stay and observe for now because we need to check on how Big Foot's doing after being left in the mountain.

And thus, Slenderman was born.

He stalks the forest at night to hunt for the missing pages and kidnap kids because their hands were the only size that could fit his butt hole and pull out that piece of bread and touch the pages that he needed to collect.

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Wow….my brain comes up with the strangest things when it's bored. I still couldn't help but think that I'm forgetting something thou-

Oh right, I forgot the write the date. Silly me.

1429, July, 17

There, done. I wonder if I should just force it at the top of the entry but hey, it's not like anyone else is reading my stuff right?

But just in case...

You! Stop reading my stuff whoever you are! I'm warning you that you'll be cursed if you ever touch this book! Though given that you're already so far into it, it probably didn't manner. Hope you like being bald jerk.

Well then, Diary, you're probably wondering why I wrote something so bizarre on you but let's be honest with each other here. That's it's not the strangest thing that I've ever written on you to date.

Well the answer to that question as to why I'm so bored, it's because the caravan is taking too long to reach it's destination. I suspect that Butt Stallion is deliberately taking her time to get us there. I've seen how fast she could run even when she's carrying a cart filled with heavy shit so I know she's just messing with me on purpose.

At least Butt Stallion #2 isn't as mischievous as her mother.

Right now we're heading to Chinon and by we, I mean me, Jeanne and Elena...and also an escorts whose name I couldn't remember for the life of me because he's like a generic background character. I keep forgetting that he's even there most of the time even if he's traveling right in front of us.

The girls are quite okay with the speed that we're traveling with though. In fact, they think that we're traveling quite fast already. So I guess that means that I'm really spoiled by the teleportation circle that I've build. Really man, instant transportation. Who would even consider using normal transportation methods after getting a taste of that?

Shame it was destroyed though.

Oh well, nothing I can do about that since rebuilding it would take too long and the Ley lines were utterly fucked up when it was destroyed. Finding a new suitable place to make another would take too long, especially when my time is slowly running out now that Jeanne is going to join the war.

I had tried to convince her not to go or to wait a bit longer but the girl is more stubborn than a mule once she set her mind on something.

My only job here is to ensure that Jeanne and Elena make it to Chinon safely because you won't know what would happen nowadays...also I promised their parents that I would before I go on my own merry way and do my own thing.

They're big girls now, they don't need me constantly fretting over them like a mother hen….*Sob* they grow up so fast. It seems just like yesterday that I had to stop Elena from shoving an earthworm down her mouth and constantly changing my clothes because Jeanne kept peeing and barfing on me.

Anyho, I need to rendezvous with Merlin and [word erased with ink being scribbled over] Tai. [the rest of the paragraph was illegible due to the ink fading too much. It was presumed that he continued writing without dipping the quill in the ink bottle.] brother so he could beat the crap out of him for us while we watch on the sidelines. Preferably with popcorn.

Or maybe I should check up on Feathers first to see how she's doing before we go. (Actual name still in debate because Merlin and Tai won't let me name her however I want. Pricks. What's wrong with calling her Tyrannosaurus Rex? She certainly sounds like one when she's hungry.). Still no idea how I should feel about being a father at such a young though and I'm incredibly worried about her for some reason even though I've already take plenty of precaution to her safety.

We even have Roxy looking after her, a freaking Dire wolf the size of a horse with a gigantic sword strapped onto her back that she could use like a pro. Then there's Merlin and Tai, people who are in a completely different level altogether that it made the strongest Magi in this era look like harmless insects.

Fighting either one of them is like trying to complete Dark Souls blind folded while using a Rock band Guitar controller with only one hand while simultaneously jerking off with the other….not that I've tried it mind you.

Even with all that I'm still worried that it's not enough! Merlin and Tai said that it's already overkill but I'm not convinced. Father instincts maybe?

Not sure if I should be leaving a baby barely a few months old in Merlin's hand at the moment considering what kind of person he is. But at least Tai would be there to pitch in when it became too much for the old perv. Roxy's there too but I doubt she could change diapers with her paws nor her teeth. Unless she learned it when I wasn't looking. Can Dire wolves change diapers? I hope so, it would certainly save me some of the hassle.

But if Merlin teaches Feathers anything inappropriate while I'm gone then I swear on every deity that's still alive at the moment that I will find a way into Avalon no matter how hard or absurd it is, say hi to Arthuria while I'm there (and maybe Shirou if he's already there), find Merlin, and castrate him on the spot before brutally mutilating him with a chainsaw. Then I'll leave the place like the badass mafia boss that I am while Arthuria watched slack jawed at how I just killed her trusty adviser.

I really doubt Merlin could die so easily though. My previous attempts to kill him had showed me that much. I swear that freaking wizard is harder to kill than cockroach. He's basically an Immortal Jellyfish in human form. I thought Wizards are suppose to be weak and fragile; but I guess that stereotype doesn't apply to Merlin. That guy might as well be a fucking tank with how much damage he could soak up and could still kick my ass without even trying.

But seriously though, if I ever discover that he was teaching Feathers some weird perverted shit. Chainsaw. Right up his anus.

He would be wishing that I was using a lubed up baguette.

Still need to invent it first though. (Note: invent sunglasses while I'm at it so I can wear it while making dramatic exits...or lame puns)

No diary, I am still not over the fact that he tricked me into entering a brothel.

Yes you've heard me complaining about that before.

Normally any guy would be happy when they entered a brothel because of all the tits and sex they would find there. But it's not a normal brothel and I have not mentioned that before because I just wanted to forget that day and left a lot of details out of that entry.…. Like seriously, the only thing I put there was 'Fuck Merlin.'

As to the reason why I wanted to forget...

It's a freaking gay brothel for men!

I swear my eyes were burning from the sight of all the things going on in there.

I thought homosexuality was suppose to be considered a sin in this era!? What the freaking hell dudes?! And why were they so interested in getting their dicks inside my ass!? Hell, they whipped them out faster than I could finish saying 'what the fuck'.

The townsmen never figured why there was a closed down brothel filled with bodies of dead men covered in sperm and erected penises.

The city guards also had one hell of a mess to clean up, that's for sure.

Safe to say I've taken to wearing a chastity belt after that event. It's weird and somewhat heavy but hey, at least it also acts as a crotch guard. Nut shots can be easily shrugged off now so that's a good thing in my book.

I still need to managed the ever growing family that I have. Still have no idea where Minion #3 keeps finding all those new guys but hey, I get more manpower so who am I to complain about it.

It certainly makes production easier and soon, I would have a small yet fully equipped band of mercenaries ready to bring Europe down to it's knee with twenty first century warfare tactics and shit ton of explosives (Still expecting that shipment of sulfur though.). With a decent amount of discipline and training even a small band of soldiers can be the deadliest piece on the board in this game of genocidal chess. Soon, they will notice the anomaly that rightfully shouldn't exist- a.k.a me and my mercenaries- and will take action to remove me by any means necessary.

But I'm not worried.

All those years of preparation isn't for nothing after all.

I couldn't help but smile with anticipation at the thought of decimating my opponent and unhinging all of their carefully laid out plans just to get them railed up. Then I will enjoy the look on their faces when they realised just how royally screwed up they are when they find themselves losing all of their assets while I ran amok and ruin everything for them. Then I shall bask in their panic as all of their agents started to drop dead for one reason or the other before I hack off the head of the snake to end everything.

Oh, the fun of unadulterated chaos. It never gets old.

When all is said and done I would sit on the throne inside my castle made entirely out of the bones of my enemies while I drink wine from the skull of whichever King I managed to uncrowned along with his head. The Iron throne ain't got nothing on my skull throne.

Hmm, now that I think about it, I guess the Iron throne has more value than mine. After all, the iron throne was made of swords of people that swore fealty to the King as he unified the Kingdoms. Mine just show how many people I had to massacre just to get a comfy seat and house.

Yeah...totally getting ahead of myself there with the bone fort. I doubt it could even withstand a catapult assault. Heck, just swing a sword at it and it'll crumble like wet tissue paper.

Sadly, there will be no taking over all of Europe mainly because it would be impossibly unrealistic and secondly, it would take too much death before they would bow down to me and I'm suppose to stop too much people form dying like flies, not accelerate the rate of death per day.

But seriously, between my own personal army (albeit a small one for now but will grow with time) and the amount of firepower all packed up inside my own body, taking over Europe would be a piece of cake. But maintaining control of it would be a whole different story altogether. Sides' I don't think I would stop at Europe once things get going. Maybe it would be the entire world if I ever get drunk of power and you know who would be deployed to end my life just like she promised….

Anyho, end goal is still the same. Stop Jeanne from being burned to death and ending the war waaaaay earlier than it's suppose to. Preferably without causing mass genocide or a holocaust.

Victory is essential, there can be no alternatives.

Jeanne's life depends on it after all.

After that well...maybe I can convince the world that magic is real or something? I dunno, sounds kinda far fetch. Maybe rekindle the belief in gods then? It would stop the age of gods from dying completely at least and magic would still remain as strong as ever or maybe even stronger like how it used to be back in the old age just like how I explained in my older entries.

As I re-read just what I have written above, a grim realisation dawned upon me and I was left with a frown and a new set of worries.

Feathers really needs a better role model as she grows up…it certainly couldn't be me mainly because I was fucked up in the head at some point in my life. Just read what I've just written for fucks sake. That's some morbid shit right there and I have no problem with going though most of what I had written.

But who to consider. The males that I know is automatically out of the question because they're males and I don't really want them near Feathers for a good amount of reasons…

Oh my god... is this how Bob felt when I'm with Elena?

To think that I could actually sympathize with the old man after so many years and all it took was having a daughter of my own to look after. I'm not going to go all grizzly bear on every male that tries to get close to Feathers now am I? God, I hope not. I doubt I could actually pull off the papa bear act as well as Bob nor am I so grumpy looking all the time with a semi- permanent frown on my face. Then again, he could be frowning because I'm close to his baby girl.

I did see a side of him that he never showed to me though. It was that time when I had to cross dress when Elena and...

Hmm… I think there was someone else there but for the life of me I can't remember.

Anyho, speaking of Bob; maybe I should inform him that Feathers' his granddaughter just for the lawlz. Naturally he won't believe me at first but after I show him Feathers, he would have no choice but to believe me seeing that Feathers resembles Elena a lot with a mixture of me in there. Red hair like hers and blue eyes like mine, not to mention the bubbly personality that Elena has...and also the tendency to eat earthworms. Very, very, squirmy earthworms. Fresh from the earth too.

It'd be fun to see his reaction to the child but not before putting Elena between me and him. I'm not that suicidal after all.

But still, first things first. Escorting Jeanne and Elena to Chinon, then leave to do my thing once the girls are safely there. Not sure how Jeanne is going to convince the royalty to let her join the Army but who cares. This is Jeanne we're talking about for crying out loud. Her charisma level is so damn high it's not even funny.

I saw her convince a freaking boulder to move one time.

It must be the puppy dog eyes. That skill get deadlier the older she gets. Heck, if she uses that then stopping this war would be a walk in the park.

Look out world! The future Saint is going to make herself known and probably going to convince you all to lay down your arms with her puppy dog eyes!

Hmmmmm, I get the feeling that I've thought of that idea before. Shit, my memory isn't as good as before. Must be getting old.

Oh right, role model for Feathers. Completely went of track there.

The current list of people that I can trust to raise Feathers is quite small. In fact, I can count them with my hands have still have some fingers left to spare to bitch slap someone. And guess what, they're all women….the amount of women that I know is strangely high for some reason.

The main person that I had in mind is Jeanne. But considering what she's going to do and what kind of person she is, I think I'll opt for Catherine instead. Don't need another saint appearing after all. Elena is the last resort because I don't need Feathers to grow up like her. One Elena is already hard enough for the world to handle; no need to add another one to the list.

I dread the day where I had to introduce Feathers to the rest of the girls. There's totally going to be a lot of questioning, I guarantee it. I pray that Merlin and Tai doesn't make it worst by adding fuel to the fire by saying things that aren't true just for the lawlz.

Worst comes to worst, I could always hide out in Italy until the girls finally calmed down again.

Well then, I'm out of things to write so end of entry. See you in the next one Diary.

Hey Alex, just what is it that you've been writing on your book for so long? You barely even talked to us during the entire ride until we set down for camp. [Written in French]

I don't even understand anything that was written here. Is this even a real language? It looks more like weird symbols than anything else.

Elena! Stop taking my stuff without permission! Also, it's encrypted and I never taught you the cypher so of course you would think it's strange symbols. Wait a minute? I don't know why I'm even writing this down. I'm going to hide this whenever I have to leave my stuff behind when I have to go somewhere that's for sure.

Don't be so stingy~ And what's Japanese? I've never even heard of something like that before.

Oh. My. God. How did you even find my diary!? I hid it so well before I left!

Hiding it under your bag doesn't count as a good hiding spot, neither is hiding it in the cart.

I had it on me at all times this time and yet you still managed to take it from me without me noticing. Seriously, stop. It's my things that you're messing with and paper and ink is expensive!

Nope. [A crude and childish drawing of the face of woman with spiky hair sticking out their tongue and pulling down their eyelid was placed next to the sentence.]

Alex, Elena, please stop fighting inside a book.

Oh no, no you too Jeanne.

Sorry. [A very detailed drawing of a woman with long hair tied into a ponytail lowing her head in an apologetic manner was placed next to the sentence.]

Hey, neat drawing. I won't lose to you Jeanne! [Childish drawing of someone pointing a sword upwards with a shield in front in a heroic pose was placed next to the sentence]

It is unwise to challenge me when it comes to drawing Elena. You should know that I've been doing this since I was but a young child. [The drawing of a woman waving a finger with a smile was placed next to the sentence]

[The next few pages were littered with drawings and sentences as well as ink splotches. You could tell who drew what by the quality of the doodles. They were clearly getting more competitive as the pages went on.]

Girls! Sthap!

Stop using my dairy to have your drawing contest! If you wanna do it do it somewhere else but please leave my dairy alone! It's private property. Expensive private property. It's really troublesome to bind the papers into a leather cover to make a book you know.

1429, July, 19

So, update.

After having my diary stolen from me multiple times by a certain red porcupine (even after I stuffed it inside my pants) just so they could have their drawing competition, I decided that the best way to keep my diary safe from the clutches of these mischievous ladies was to give into the inevitable. Which is kinda a pointless seeing that they had already used up almost all of the pages in this diary.

Anyway, I gave Jeanne her very own sketchbook that she could use to pass the time. Only Jeanne though, since books are expensive and I'm very stingy with my money. It's not like Elena is going to put it to good use when I give her one. I have no doubt that it would be lost and forgotten at some point during our journey. So I'll just save myself the trouble of making her a sketchbook and use my time to do more productive things instead. Things like napping.

Very productive indeed.

Jeanne looked so happy when she received her gift I ended up petting her head just like the good old days, something I haven't done in years. But now that she's all grown up, she reacted rather embarrassed and shyly rather than all smiles and wanting more. She even told me to stop, something kid Jeanne wouldn't do. I miss kid Jeanne. She was so cute and moe that I couldn't help but want to glomp her at every available opportunity.

Being the bastard that I am, I ignored her request to stop and ended up pulling her in an arm lock and ruffle her hair into a tangled mess and that got her even redder. Oh, how I just love messing with her. It's just so fun.

It didn't help that what's his face was watching our antics in amusement and snickering to himself. Jeanne was trying her best to escape from my grasp while requesting to be treated as a grown up as she shot Elena a plead for help. She eventually gave up though and I think she was purring. In response to that, I just started stroking her head like I would to a kitten.

Old habits die hard I guess.

I'm treating the future Saint like a cat and there's no one in the world that can stop me. Mwahahahaha.

And of course, Elena was somewhat upset about something and demanded that I give her equal treatment in the most childish way possible via jumping in and tackling us to the ground.

Hey dairy, I think Elena's jealous because I gave Jeanne a sketchbook and not for her. Can't tell why though. It's just a book.

My body still hurts from all those spikes on her head as she rammed her head onto my back. Yes, I'm over exaggerating about that. But still, it's prickly. She could be a Square Enix protagonist with how spiky her hair is.

Oh wait, mine's spiky too.

Both of them were laughing as we hit the ground while I groan in pain because I was used as the cushion for their fall. The entire thing reminded us of the past where we would play childish games with each other, just laughing and doing our things without a single care in the world. It kinda lifted some of the tension the girls was feeling at the moment which is nice. I can tell that Elena has been very worried about Jeanne while Jeanne herself is confident in how everything would turn out, there's still signs that she's nervous.

So, after we got up, I gave the girls a little pep talk which I pulled straight out of my ass. Granted that I'm never really that good at speeches but I think it worked somewhat as they were smiling afterwards and look a lot more confident about their future.

And of course, I received hugs for my troubles, which is also nice.

What's his face was muttering something under his breath which I was getting hugs though.

In the end of the day I ended up giving Elena her own sketchbook because what the heck, might as well. Elena was delighted when she received it and I'm uncertain what became of it now. Last I saw the sketchbook it was somewhere in the cart. Now it's just missing.

Like I've said before, paper and ink is expensive. Thankfully, my coffers were filled to the brim with shit ton of money so that's not much of a problem. It may be illegally acquired money but still money nonetheless and I shall use them sparingly because of the war. With the amount I have I could be swimming in my wealth but coins are hard to swim in...not to mention smelly. I wonder when paper money would be invented.

All that aside, Jeanne's getting really good at drawing. She could be an aspiring artist if she keeps this up but noooooo, the old man upstairs just had to go, 'Jeanne! You need to save the world!' and shit. Though I doubt that's what he actually said. I don't really know since the way Jeanne explained her vision is hazarded at best.

Also, a little reminder for future me. Build the nuke and sent it directly towards the almighty Lord's face. You know what he did. I'd say he deserves it. In fact, forget the nuke. Let loose an army of angry 21 century feminist on their periods on Heaven as they demand equality and shit! Let them unleash their unfathomable feminine fury unto Heaven and let them riot to their hearts content.

Hell, I'll invite Satan along so we could enjoy the chaos unfolding in where the Angels dwell.

Fuck, why didn't I think of that earlier. It would be so much cooler than sending a nuke.

Man, just thinking about Jeanne's destiny gets me all depressed. Why can't it be someone else...oh yeah, no one else is as selfless as our little blond here. Sigh~ I swear she gets in more trouble than I could count. She's more like a kid than you would expect from what you've read of her in the history books. Then again, she is only sixteen.

Sixteen and already going to war because some old douche told her to need I remind you.

Definitely going to unleash hell on Heaven if I ever find a way to get there.

Oh well, nothing I can do about that but try my best to keep her safe. If only I could remember just what happened that caused her to be captured and burned alive so I could stop it before it happened. Kinda wish I actually paid attention to history class now.

Another thing to note is that I'll be needing a new diary soon since this one is almost finished because of the girls. Really, what a bunch of wasted pages….but at least those drawings will be something I can look back on with a smile whenever I get lonely or depressed.

Oh hey, there's still one last page left. Hmm, I wonder what I should put there.

OH!

That could be a nice finishing touch for this diary seeing that most of it was filled with doodles anyway.

[A rather faded image of Alex, Elena and Jeanne were standing next to each other on a grassy hill with a lush field in the background. The spiky haired male stood in the middle with his arms wrap around his two companion's shoulders, pulling them in for a group hug. They were all smiling without a single care in the world.]

Heh, still got it. Those two ain't got nothing on my mad drawing skills.

-0-

An old man smiled as he stared at the drawing on the last page of the book he was holding. He close the old and worn book in his hands, emitting a small puff of air that escapes the closed pages as he did so. He placed it down on the table along with the rest of the diaries in front of him gently, careful as not to damage the ancient artifact left behind long ago. His other hand was holding onto a to a pen, twirling it before tapping one end against a large stack of paper on the desk filled with the decrypted passages from the diary, the results of those who had tried their hand at deciphering the diary. He was simply continuing their work of his predecessors. He place the pen down and lean back against the wooden chair he was sitting on, emitting a small creak from it and let out a small breath as he let his shoulders relax.

It was clearly late into the night as you could see the stars and moon hanging in the sky right out his window. The room he's in was void of any lighting except for the moonlight shining in and the small lamp on the table, beaming down upon the desk so he could work on decrypting the diary. Even in the darkness, one could see plenty of books all littered around the place and stacked up like mountains.

"Still trying to decipher the Founder's diary Director?" a young female voice spoke up from the front, causing the old man to turn away from his desk and look up towards the speaker. A young woman had entered his office carrying a small stack of papers in her arm. She closed the door to his office just as he had turned his attention towards her.

"Ah, if it isn't my lovely assistant. What brings you to my office at this hour Lilly?" The old man greeted the lady, his voice was soft and warm, one you would usually hear when a grandparent talk to their grandkids.

The woman was wrapped in a dark blue cloak with gold linings running down it's edges, hiding her attire under it. The hood was propped up, hiding most of her face from view as she continue to head towards the old man with graceful steps.

The cloak is traditional attire for the Mage's Association worn by the people during the Founder's era. But nowadays it just serves as a fancy outfit and it's not really required to wear it at all times but the Barthomeloi family had always been suckers for traditions and regulations. Lilly was not an exception.

"I would suggest taking a rest from all that but I know you would ignore it anyway. You know it's impossible to decipher even one diary in one lifetime right?" the woman continued as she stopped in front his desk. The old man just nodded with a smile as he place his elbows on the desk with his hands clamp together and rest his chin on them.

The old man turn to the diary with a twinkle of admiration in his eyes "Ah yes, that much is true. Even after so many generation of trying, and groups of people working together, we barely managed to decode one third of his diaries. Get one letter wrong and the whole paragraph is ruined. The Founder is really a sadistic person to make such a complicated code. It usually takes a few decades just to translate a few pages from his books. The codes just keep changing without any meaning, no sense of proper direction. There's just so much we could learn from him. How did one man managed to do so much to change the world in just one lifetime? If only we could find the original cipher…" The old man trailed off with a sigh before looking at his assistant again. "Oh yes, you came here for a reason haven't you, young Barthomeloi? Is there something you need?"

"Here's today's report that you will need to check through." The woman place the stack of papers on the old man's desk with a small smirk, causing the old man to stare at it with disdain clearly present on his face.

"Ugh, paperwork." The old man muttered in annoyance. "I just wish I could retire as the Director already."

"You can't do that sir. Everyone has agreed that you should be the Director of the Mage's Association until you kicked the bucket. No one else wants to suffer through all that tedious paperwork for as long as they could help it after all." the woman replied to his complain straight faced, standing in a straight and refine manner.

"Oh, I feel so loved." he grumbled sarcastically with a roll of his eyes as he gave into the inevitable and started sorting though all the papers on his desk. "Anything else you would like to add to my list of ever growing responsibilities Lilly?" The old man sighed as he wondered if he could fake his death somehow, just to get away from all the work he had to do and continue on his lifelong hobby of decrypting the Founder's diaries.

"There is one thing that I wish to inform you. One of the Enforcers found something during his assignment. Emiya Kuro seem to have found a Journal of Richard Barnier, one of the first generation Seeker that vanished without a trace during the fifteen century." She took out a book from her cloak. It looked just as ancient as the ones one the old man's desk, bounded in leather and had faint traces of magical residue, most likely a spell that keeps it from deteriorating more than it already is.

The old man perked up upon hearing the news and sat up straight upon seeing that book in his assistant's hand. "Ah! The Seeker of Truths, Truth Seekers, Recorders of History, Watches of Time. So many names for those guys and we could never really agree to stick with one. I never really understood why the Founder created their division just to record history down through multiple views and compile them all together." The old man reached out his arms like an eager child waiting to receive candy. "No wait, I can think about that later. Just gimme that book already, I want it and I want it now." he demanded childishly, unbefitting for someone his age.

"Perhaps he just wanted History to be remembered correctly without being twisted by the passage of time. They do say that History is written by the victor after all. The truth will be bended just so a side will shown in a bad light when they were actually the victim. Or maybe this is his way of of preserving the memories of the people from the past? We'll never know his true intent unless we met him so I don't see why we should bother ourselves with the decisions of a man from the past." Lilly said as she handed him the book with an amused smile. It's rather odd to see the old man act like a child, especially when he's the most powerful man on earth that she had ever known.

The old man grabbed the book with care, his eyes shone with the hunger for knowledge in them as he examined the book with a scrutinizing gaze. "True. It really doesn't matter what or why the Founder do things because in the end, his goal is still the same. His will had been pass onto us and we are tasked in keeping his wish alive."

"Peace and Harmony between the Humans and the Supernatural creatures." Lilly recited it from her memory. It was basically something that was drilled into them they moment they joined the Association.

"Yes, a goal that had already been realised during the seventeenth century but maintaining it however..." The old man quickly started to flip though the book, thinking that maybe it would contain the original cipher. He was undoubtedly disappointed when he found that the Journal was also encrypted just like the Founder's diary. He frown as he remembered that the first generation of the lots used the same encryption like the Founder had. The encryption was never taught to the second generation of Seekers so the Ciphers all died along with the Founder and the first generation of Seekers, just to prevent as many people from reading them for as long as possible.

He used to think that the Founder likes to make things challenging for the future generation. But from the things that he had read in his diaries, he could tell that the Founder was basically just an asshole that likes to mess with people, even in death.

The Director let out a long sigh as he set down the book. "I wonder if I would actually learn more about the Founder before I die." he murmured as he thought about how long it would take to even decipher even a page from the newly found journal.

The woman in front of him frowned at his words before it was gone, replaced with the perfectly composed expression that she always wore. The feeling of sadness was wailing up in her chest before she forced it down through sheer will. It was no secret that the old man is running out of time, everyone in the association knew but never brought it up. They were content to pretend that he would be fine but those who weren't were already steeling their hearts and hope that he doesn't die the next day.

The old man had been like an over-energetic grandfather to them all. He took care of them and helped them though thick and thin. He may get a little nosy at times and liked to butt in at things that didn't concern him but that was one of his charms.

While people wouldn't admit it, they rather enjoyed having him watching over them. Even Tohsaka, someone who'd always do things alone, confessed that he enjoyed the old man's presence.

"Don't worry old man, you still have plenty of years ahead of you." Lilly told him, forcing a smile on her face.

"Pff, of course I do. I'm still so young." he said haughtily as he cross his arms and let out a huff.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash coming from below, followed by the sound of something exploding and a tremor that shook the entire room. The books that were stacked up collapsed due to the vibration, raining down upon the place and made it messier than before. The occupants of the room were calm despite the entire thing, looking as though nothing happened at all.

"What's that sound?" the old man asked curiously as he went to grab the cup of tea on his desk and drank it. He blenched as he realised that it was cold now. Various sounds came from downstairs. It sounded like shouting, lots of shouting in fact, followed by another explosion and more things crashing to the ground.

"Ah yes, I forgot to mention. The Wizard Marshal has showed up without announcing himself like usual." Lilly informed him regally.

The Director spit his tea out comically upon hearing the news.

But the direction he's facing means the tea would ended up splashing on Lilly. Thankfully, she had already predicted his response when she gave him the news and had already set up a barrier around her to prevent herself from getting wet.

"The old troll is back!?" The Director exclaimed in panic as he stood up fast enough to generate wind from his movement, the papers on his desk were blown away when he got up before slowly floating down gently like leaves. "By the Root, I thought he only appeared once every few centuries. Why didn't you tell me Lilly?" Usually every time the old vampire appears it just spells chaos. Lots and lots of randomly generated chaos that usually involved people being thrown into parallel worlds just for his amusement. From one of the old texts in the archives he had read. The old troll had apparently sent the Founder himself into the future by accident before sending him back.

"It slipped my mind." Lilly informed him offhandedly with a small wave of her hand.

"It slippe- oh for fuc- Nevermind." The old man facepalmed himself before regarding his assistant seriously. "We need to go. Right now."

"Sir, where are we going?" Lilly asked curiously with a tilt of her head.

"Damage control. Last time he was here he sent everyone to a parallel world filled with tentacle monsters that melts clothes off and likes to grope women. I dread to imagine what he had in mind this time." The old man said with a deadpan before running out of his office faster than a person's eyes could follow, grabbing Lilly by her cloak and pulling her out as he did so.

"Ahhhhhh." Lilly let out in a monotonous tone as she was dragged out, clearly unsurprised at being dragged with the speed of a speeding bullet.

The two left and the door to the office was slammed shut with enough force to crack the walls as they head downstairs to deal with the problem at hand. As the Director left, he moved in such a hurry that he didn't noticed that he had bumped into one of the Diaries hanging by the edge of his desk.

The book fell down and opened by itself. The book itself was slightly different than the rest. It's cover was basically stained red by some liquid that had long since dried. It showed a page that was smudged and worn, traces of dried blood and fingerprints scattered in the fading words.

There was only a snort passage present on the page as well as traces of water droplets.

It had been staring at me right in the face but I never noticed it. Why did it take me so long to realised just what it is that they were after!?

I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Jeanne...Elena...[word faded too much to read]

I've failed. I've failed. There's no time left. [A large splotch of dried blood stained the rest of the page]

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AN: Hey guys, long time no see. Sorry that it's not a real chapter. I wrote this was because I was bored and wanted to tell you guys that this story isn't dead or abandoned. Also, I didn't have a place to fit in the actual story because of the alien part.

Be honest though, 1 out of 10 how funny was it. I got the idea from watching one of Tomska's video.

Also, the holy grail war will occur centuries later; still not sure whether it'll be during the fifth or apocrypha, maybe even FGO but I have no idea what the plot is about in FGO since I can't read japanese.

Btw, you can check my profile to see which story I'm working on at the moment or their progess.

Thanks for reading and please leave a review, it usually keeps me motivation enough to keep writing.