A/N: Hey peeps, I am back again early. But damn, nearly twelve-hundred favs, and over twelve hundred followers...I REALLY must be doing something right. Just so you all know, this is the third part of my planned four-part mini-arc for the 'Feast of Kings' as my way of going back to the God Slaying Blade Works plotline by Marcus Galen Sands. As I have stated in the past repeatedly, my fic is an AU of his fic, so the events will often line up with plot ideas mostly taken from his fic for the main plotline scenarios until the end of his fic, but with slight adjustments to make it work for my changes in the plot and timeline slightly. Not very many this time around, but now it's time for a quick Reviewer Review:
1.) The whole shagging a Goddess of Luck will not make Shirou's luck any better. I will explain why in this chapter.
2.) There will be no 'Flaming Corgi Balls' flying around as you so put it(thank you very much for THAT rather vivid image Ravid98; I did not need the embarrassment of writing that innuendo), and no, RWBY was not made real in my fic's canon. It might make a return as a recurring omake, but not much else, as I have something else planned in the works for a RWBY crossover that I plan to make later after this fic is finished.
3.) Nice comment on the Emiya rank luck. I might just need to use that one later. Also, I am still taking ideas for original weapons to be used by Shirou for his children to wield. Since nobody used my forum and I couldn't get it to work, I deleted it and will now take suggestions via PM or reviews.
Now for the disclaimer:
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own 'Campione!', 'FATE', or any other franchise referenced, and any references made to other fics will be credited as used to the best of my ability. This fic is an AU based heavily on the main plotline of Marcus Galen Sands 'God Slaying Blade Works', with a heavy emphasis on 'WHAT IF', with the 'Harem Ending' of Nua Realta, a meshing of canon lore, a few references to other fics credited as used to the best of my abilities, and a few of my own ideas thrown into the mix. This is a FREE FANFIC of a FANFIC, meaning an UNPAID FAN-MADE FICTION of a FAN-MADE FICTION. So if you paid to read this, then you got ripped off as I make ABSOLUTELY NO money off of this fic at all. And if you do not like it, then you do not have to read it. Nobody is making you, so don't be an ass in the reviews and save us all the trouble of unhelpful criticisms.
And now onto the story.
STORY START:
God Slaying Blade Works: The King of Wrought Iron
Twenty-first Blade: Road to the Feast of Kings Part III
Undisclosed Location
Third-person P.O.V.
"So let me get this straight...you want me to help your four bosses to give Shirou an introduction to this goddess who apparently wants to bed him all because he caused her to go into heat like a beast from his magical energy, and heard about me from being mentioned off-hand by the boy's harem, so to speak?" The elderly man with a bizarre jeweled cane-sword in an older styled suit and with grayed-black hair and blood red eyes asked with a sense of incredulity at the fact anybody would actually be crazy enough to put up with him, much less actually be the one to seek him out. People typically avoided having anything to do with him for the sake of their sanity, yet these four elders asked to meet him and for his help; that alone was enough to peak his interest, but what they were asking him to do…
"That is correct. We are at a loss as to how to get them together without causing us to have a great deal of trouble, but when we were told you were somebody whom King Emiya was acquainted with, we sought to enlist your help in this matter, Lord Kishur Zelretch Shweinorg."
The Wizard Marshal simply raised his eyebrow at the sheer audacity it had to take to even consider the idea these people would ask him for something like this...but then again, the fact they didn't know him well enough to know of his reputation or why he hated the Mages Association back in the last world he dwelt in was refreshing for him, to say the least. Oh, and he had just the right prank to introduce them to one another with...
"...I may have something in mind, but if I do this, then your History Compilation Committee has to understand that if Shirou finds out about this, then I will claim my right to push the blame on you as the ones who asked for my help in this." The Fourth Dead Apostle Ancestor gives a rather toothy smile in a manner much like a kid given a free pass to a toy store and anything he wanted within it, if said kid had a series of razor-sharp fangs and was a bloodsucking immortal that loved pranking people for his own personal amusement. Amakusa was holding up admirably, but only in appearance. On the outside, he looked perfectly calm and was holding a rather impressive poker face that would have made a world-class player turn green with envy. On the inside, however, he was sweating bullets and swearing profusely in a very colorful manner. Who could blame him, as he felt as though he just negotiated a literal deal with the devil, with a monster he felt was probably even more dangerous than a Devil King's ire...by asking an ancient vampire sorcerer even older than Japan itself for help hooking up a Japanese Goddess of Steel, Fortune, and Homemaking, whom was currently in heat, with a Japanese God-slaying Devil King, whom is the cause of said goddess's sudden desire to procreate...if one could read his mind in that moment, the thoughts they would find would have made a whole shipyard full of sailors blush in response to how dirty he felt doing this…
Scene Change-Emiya Manor
Shirou P.O.V.
I had just started to finish reading the letter from the Committee, and what I read was enough to make me feel as though I was going to be having a Root-damned stroke from the absurdity of this situation...a goddess...an honest-to-Akasha goddess, was requesting that I, a God-slayer, father her children and was offering both her body itself and her blessings and authorities as a dowry, just to be my woman...and it was one of the Lucky Seven of Japan...whom was also known as the Master of Worship and the Swordmaster who drove out most of the Japanese deities along with [Susanoo] in Japanese folklore...I was really starting to hate my damned E-rank luck...sometimes I think my Sorcery was not worth the trouble it brought me at times...every Sorcery had a price for its use, mine included. The ability to rewrite reality itself comes at the price of having horrendous luck...now I know why EMIYA had E-rank luck as well, it was due to him not being able to defy fate without his sorcery which he was incapable of wielding in his fragmented state…
As I was lamenting the fact I was now being propositioned by a goddess of fortune of all things, I failed to notice a sudden distortion in space behind me, and in my distracted state of mind, I failed to notice the presence of a certain Dead Apostle Ancestor whom has been MIA for the past few weeks. I suddenly yelped when I finally noticed, and I could only scream one thing in response to being dragged into the pocket space he dragged me into…
"ROOT-DAMN MY E-RANK LUCK!~"
...and I got dragged off to wherever the hell the vampire/troll dragged me off to this time…
Few Minutes Later
Zelretch's Pocket Dimension
I groaned a bit as I finally came too after my rather abrupt travel(read kidnapping) at the hands of the Wizard Marshal. I just knew he was behind this. Nobody but him could pull such a stunt but why would he-
"My fellow sword, this [Futsunushi] would like to have a romance between two swords..." a very husky and lust-filled voice said right behind me, blowing into my ear in a manner which I knew was a bit too intimate for somebody I have not met face to face yet. I turned around to try and figure out what the hell Zelretch pulled this time, but froze instantly when I saw that it wasn't just [Futsunushi], but somebody else as well, and she was somebody I did not expect to see here at all…even the ever-turning gears within my reality marble halted in a sudden screech, spun again a few feet, halted again, then began spinning rapidly to catch up to the pace they were going before halting in place the first time…
Warning: the Following contains a lemon. If you do not wish to read it then skip it.
"...Arturia..." I could barely speak that one word, as it was her, yet at the same time, she looked a bit different. Her body had seemingly matured, with a bust-line and curves that would have given a world-class supermodel a run for her money. Her golden honey-blonde hair was let down to her waist in a manner that flowed freely, after being styled into a long braided ponytail. Her Emerald-green eyes were looking right at me, filled with both her love and affection, as well as amusement on her face to my reaction to seeing her body...
"Yes, it is me Shirou. Apparently, after I last saw you, my body began to change slightly since I still had my lance, it matured to match how I would have looked as a Lancer instead of a Saber. Though, I have to say, the fact that a goddess from your land has apparently gotten interested in a relationship with you simply by reacting to your magic...just how much of a natural womanizer are you..." the King of Knights asked me, and while her tone came off as serious, her face showed nothing but amusement, as there was no real heat to her actions or words. But it was the attire the two of them wore that gotten my attention more than anything else…
Arturia was wearing what could only be described as royal blue, gold, and silver lingerie in the form of the most risque fashion of armor imaginable. She had what looked like a garter belt, and a see through sheer nightdress over it that emphasized her new curves. It looked almost like a suit of very erotic armor designed more for seduction than battle, and it did nothing to hide her voluptuous breasts or her groin from view. All in all, it was like staring at the epitome of a mature Western Beauty in physical form.
As for [Futsunushi], she was wearing a modified Hime-miko priestess dress, one that would in no way be for anything but what the two of them were obviously planning to do with me. Her body was just as curvy as Arturia's, but with a darker skin tone, only a shade or two lighter than my own. She wore a fudonshi in a very enticing manner, with stockings and Shinto shrine priestess garment that only covered her shoulders, arms and legs, while baring all else for the world to see. It was something meant only for having a consummation night with ones lover, and nothing else. Her hair was a silvery platinum blonde, the color of newly forged steel, styled into a waist-length hime-miko ponytail. Her gaze filled with pure, unadulterated lust and arousal within her pure silver eyes. Despite her rather exotic appearance, she gave off the air of a genuine yamato nadeshiko, and the ideal Japanese wife, as the epitome of an Eastern beauty in physical form.
I suddenly felt a strong tightness within my pants as they strained to contain the sudden urge building within them. I also noticed the letter in my hand was suddenly replaced with a note in its place…
'Shirou,
I hope you liked my little present for you. It took me a while to find and get her to you, but she won't be the only one to see you that I'll send your way that you may know. You're welcome by the way.
The Wizard Marshal, Kishur Zelretch Shweinorg
P.S. That pocket dimension is cut off from time and you will not be able to leave until you three are fully satisfied, and will continuously fill with aphrodisiac gas and fertility enhancers until you do. Enjoy the moment, but stay too long, and you might suffer from a permanently insatiable sex drive.'
...that Root-damned vampire/troll...when I get out of here, I will probably try to kill him...after I finish thanking him for bringing Arturia back to me. Turning my attention away from the note, I realize just what the hell Zelretch sent us to...this pocket space looks like a room in a damned love hotel...and the urge to suddenly empty my already pent up balls has started to run rampant…Arturia and [Futsunushi] however had already began to start getting my pants unzipped, and my already impressive girth seemed to be getting bigger thanks to whatever the hell gas Zelretch is filling this space with. Getting down between my legs on their knees, both the King of Knights and the Master of Worship began to start fondling my rather large balls and shaft. My already impressive girth continuing to grow larger and harder to the point of being harder than a steel rod before the two began to start sucking, licking, stroking, fondling, and massaging my large endowment. I was told I was rather on the large side, but even I knew that whatever that trolling old vampire did was not helping me much.
The two were also both rubbing themselves off as the were trying to get me off, my size simply too big for either of them to fully wrap both their hands around in a four-handed double hand-and-blowjob. Neither said a word, as they did not need to, and though I was rather reluctant to do so, my Reality Marble was simply jumping up and down to make [Futsunushi] my woman, as though the idea of having a fellow living sword, even if said sword was a goddess, made it desire to record her by physical contact. My very body was instinctively desiring her just as much as she seemed to desire me. If anything, the [Unlimited Blade Works] seemed even more excited than when it reacted to [Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi]'s presence, as if it wished to claim ownership over her, and she seemed more than eager to submit to said ownership.
After about fifteen minutes off trying to get me off, the two began to step up their efforts, with both speeding up their stroking, as [Futsunushi] also starting to begin palming my cannonballs. Given just how backed up I was, they were being stimulated into producing even more than they had, and was swelling before audibly churning loudly. With a blissful groan, I finally came, and showered them both with a massive flood of my off-white liquid lust. The two also moaned as they both came from fingering themselves as they began to eagerly slurp my essence up and off one another...yet I wasn't going soft, nor were my balls feeling any lighter. In fact, I was even bigger and harder, while my twin wrecking balls only felt fuller and heavier...aw, hell...damn you Zelretch...
Unable to hold myself back anymore, I picked the two of them up, and laid them both on the bed, with Arturia on the bottom and [Futsunushi] on top, and proceeded to begin eating them both out, causing them to begin squirming in each others grasp as they began to feel me tongue their insides, as the two began to really start to slowly orgasm and squirt a bit. Pulling back after about thirty minutes of this, I grasped my still-swelling meatpole and proceeded to begin trying to satisfy the two of them, starting with [Futsunushi], who surprisingly, turned out to be a virgin. Considering how she was a goddess embodying the concept of the ideal housewife, it was a bit of a shock to me how she never had lain with anyone before...yet at the same time, filled me with a strong urge to lay claim over her in a manner nobody else ever could…
"AAAaahh...yes, my fellow sword...this [Futsunushi] wishes for you to sheathe your blade within my depths...lay claim to my being in a manner only you ever will..." the goddess begged me as she tightened considerably around my still swelling girth, as whatever the hell gas Zelretch was filling this place with was making it even harder to stop this, and making the urge to claim ownership over the sword in front of me near impossible to ignore. Giving into her wishes, I began to start railing into the Master of Worship, my massive twin wrecking balls slapping against Arturia's groin, causing her to moan a bit as she was rubbed against [Futsunushi]'s rather sizable bust with her equally large pair. The two of them were moaning in bliss, with Arturia looking up into [Futsunushi]'s lust-addled eyes with a hint of jealousy, before gasping as she felt my cannonballs begin to swell further as they audibly churned even louder than before, my girth expanding inside of [Futsunushi] as I sheathed my 'sword' in her depths...and unloaded the most massive amount of liquid lust straight into her womb, as the magic crest on my right arm flashed again, brighter than ever before.
While I was halfway through my release, I suddenly pulled out, much to the goddess's slight disappointment, and shoved right into Arturia's depths, stuffing her and causing her to squirt as my magic crest flashed once again. I began to continue this back and forth threesome as I continued for what felt like three hours straight before pulling out. Both women limply crawled over to begin cleaning and sucking out my remaining essence straight from within my softening rod before popping off in euphoric exhaustion. I was finally beginning to calm down the raging lust that started to tear through me, and both the beautiful women before me had began to look as though they were finally satisfied…
*CRAK**SHATTER*
...right as the pocket dimension cracked and released the three of us from our confinement, though it would seem like whatever the hell Zelretch did caused me to suffer some...rather permanent growth...but it would be something to deal with at another time. As I felt relief wash over me from seeing Arturia again, I heard the sounds of footsteps rushing up to the door...oh no…
"SHIROU?! What happened, we...heard...you..."
Bazett, Caren, Rin, Sakura, Aya, and Oda froze at the sight, as Illya suddenly trailed off after she opened the door without knocking to the sight of catching me in the embrace of two women, both of whom were now sporting my mark on their navels, their stomachs still bloated and emptying, with the afterglow of sex on all three of us...I could only say one thing before the impending beating I knew I was about to receive as punishment for this...
"...Root-damn you Zelretch..."
End Lemon
Scene Change-With Reki, Rossweiss, and R.J.
Third-person P.O.V.
The Phantom Bullet of Black Steel was currently spending some quality time with his son, R.J., and his soon to be wife, Rossweiss, after the Saitenguu Incident as he recovered from his injuries. He was currently on a rather forced vacation(read paid suspension) as he spent some time with his son, teaching him a few tricks for how to improve his spell craft. It was something of a family bonding time for the three, especially when R.J. found out that Reki was his father, who was in the service of one of the God-slayers of Japan after being resurrected from the dead after ten years. When he found out he was going to be a big brother, Reki noticed how R.J. seemed to react similar to himself when Aya was born: intent to keep his younger siblings safe from any harm to come their way. The apple really didn't fall far from the tree, it would seem...
As the three were spending some family time together, R.J. happened to try something that caused both his parents to stop and stare at him, with Rossweiss looking at her soon-to-be husband with looks of accusation while Reki simply gawked at his son for what he just managed to do: He just pulled something into a pocket space, not too different from the one that he and Aya could produce as part of their family spell craft.
"Reki...did you-"
"No I didn't Rossweiss, I swear, I never taught him that spell. It's just something instinctive to the Kurogane family to use, a magical trait unique to our bloodline. I was thinking the apple didn't fall far from the tree, but now it seems as if the apple never even fell from the branch..." The resurrected mercenary did his utmost best to calm the love of his life before she jumped to the wrong conclusion. Dimensional Storage magic was the Kurogane family specialty, so it was only natural that R.J. would develop it at some point, but to suddenly and spontaneously develop it at the mere age of nine without any prior instruction...that was a scary thought for him, as he was the only other person in his entire family's history to achieve such a feat at a young age...and he was beginning to worry for his son's potential future being a repeat of his if he didn't do something about it…
"...I'll have to speak with Johanne about this. If he didn't teach him, and if Aya didn't teach him, which I know for a fact she didn't, then we may have a slight situation for teaching him spell craft..I don't want to see my children making the same mistakes I made..." Reki told Rossweiss with all the seriousness of the situation. He knew what such a feat would usually mean, but was fearful of its implications. After all, what father would possibly wish their children to suffer from having them repeating their mistakes?
Scene Change
Alex's Hotel Room
Alex P.O.V.
I was just sitting in my room when I heard the news: King Emiya really had gone and invited THREE of his fellow Campione to a 'Feast of Kings' to act as a competition of Kingship between the four God-slayers who fought the four Heretic Gods who appeared in the Saitenguu Incident. Normally, I would not have stayed in Japan after everything, but something about my newest adopted sibling has got my full attention. Especially how he somehow got Guinevere of all people to heal him...as well as his bizarre abilities and magic…
Flashback
...I was simply steering clear of the battles raging on by the four Kings battling around me, my attention was solely on my enemy. Considering how easy it was for me to bypass practically any security measure imaginable, it was child's play for me to remain unnoticed. As I was finding a good enough place to stop, I spotted my target. Guinevere...ever since that little brat of a witch tried to manipulate me into helping her, she and I have been enemies ever since, especially since she happens to have the very thing I seek more than anything in this world: The Holy Grail. She taunted me with that damned cup when she approached me, when my own father died chasing after it, abandoning both my mother and myself. He failed to get it, but I will get my hands on it if only to spite him by succeeding where he failed, my promise to him be damned.
But when I saw just what she was so fixated on, my own thoughts of killing her to steal the grail from her suddenly screeched to a halt as my mind completely shut down by what I saw...the newest of my siblings was apparently battling an enemy of Guinevere's...it looked like none other than the Knight of Treachery himself, who was able to fight and actually wound Artus in a duel when he betrayed him, before being slain by the King of the End. But that wasn't what got my attention. It was his weapon, or rather, his weapons that caught my eye. These were no ordinary weapons, though...swords, spears, daggers, axes, pole-arms, halberds, scimitars, lances, buster blades, trench knives, even a few damn scythes...all of them manifested behind my newest adopted sibling in a veritable wall of steel and blades, and all of them of the highest of quality and make, both enchanted and mundane, cursed and holy, demonic and divine, all of them were of various types, makes, models, and enchantments, yet they all bore the trait of 'sword' as their one constant…
He ran up to the deity, forcing him back further and further through his incarnations, driving him into such a corner that he was essentially forced back into his original incarnation, that of a damned God of Earth of all things, and a dragon warrior. Yet, that was when Guinevere seemed to act, as though she was waiting for the chance to strike her enemy down. I will give her this much, as much as I may be her enemy, I still do acknowledge her as a rather good tactician and master manipulator. She waited to strike for the right time, but ultimately she failed. I simply thought that she would die right then and there, and was worried I would have to kill her myself…
*KLANG*
...before the Eighth Campione came to her rescue, but I had to do a double take when I saw how he saved her. After all, for a moment, I swore I saw her protector, [Lancelot] standing there, the Knight of the Lake's image seemingly overlaid my fellow God-slayer's own perfectly. Out of curiosity, I used a relic I acquired that I had on my person to eavesdrop on his words, but when he said just what that sword was he immediately got my full attention…
"...[Arondight], the 'Unfading Light of the Lake', sword of Sir Lancelot du Lac, and sister-sword to [Excalibur]..."
My mind absolutely froze at that. That sword was the sister sword of [Excalibur], and the sword of [Lancelot]...just how was that even possible, that sword should not even exist-
"WHAT?! What are thou, to have such steel within thee?! What are thee truly?! NO mortal should hath such steel at thine core!"
"...steel? I am not steel." My fellow Devil King simply responded with slight amusement, before undoing some holy shroud around his left arm, and a sudden pressure was felt by me, as I instinctively knew to cut the connection right then and there, and it was a good thing I did, as not even a second later…
"I am Sword..." *SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
...as an explosion of pure magical energy suddenly burst forth like a damned tidal wave that had barely been kept in check, with a sharpness likened to a maelstrom of steel and blades. It was a damn seal. The holy shroud on his arm is a fucking seal holding back this much raw power. He dropped the sword he was wielding to the ground and then proceeded to conjure a lance of such size, it was absurd to think anyone could possibly wield it, yet wield it The Eighth did, with obvious skill and mastery, yet just like with his earlier sword, I could make out the outline of another over my adopted sibling's, this time in the form of a young looking girl in knight's armor, wielding it in a manner like a relentless dire wolf as he knocked [Mordred] back several feet.
When he threw his spear to try and kill Guinevere, my youngest sibling produced a cross-shaped shield of all things to block its path, knocking the spear off-course into the forest to land with a loud boom from the force of the throw with the shield twenty feet back from the block and embedding itself within the ground where it landed.
"My Body is made out of Swords"
He dropped the lance and summoned two more weapons to his now empty hands as it landed and embedded itself within the ground tip-first about half a foot, the sheer weight of the lance ensuring it stayed upright until it was retrieved by its own weight. In his left hand came a sword that gave off a similarly regal feeling to the first one he summoned, but untainted, with a strong sense of loyalty emanating from said sword, burning like the very flames it emitted. But in his right hand, was something that made me gape in sheer incredulity at the ridiculousness at the sight...he summoned a bow made out of silvery wire of all things, looking more like a harp than a weapon...before he used it to create pockets of air to intensify the flames of his sword in his left to near-supernova level and charge through them by using it like an impromptu-vacuum sword before discarding them both and replacing them again.
"Iron is my Blood, and Glass is my Heart"
In one of his hands, he summoned a seemingly serene-looking blade, but with a single crack running along the edge that ominously glowed an eerie green and another sword with a rather distinct red hilt into his other. Used the cracked one he ran [Mordred] through, then cleaved his weapons in half with the red sword.
"I have created Infinite Blades"
After he disarmed the deity, he suddenly summoned all kinds of weapons and rained them down upon the weakened god, impaling him into the ground, but I noticed something about each said weapon with a single glance: each was of exceptional quality and make, and each seemed to bear some semblance of the weapons a knight of medieval Britain would wield.
"Forged from Heaven's Feel"
The Eighth-no, Emiya Shirou then decided to call forth yet another weapon. This time a beautiful sword that screamed regal and royal, but was tainted with a great deal of what felt like rage and a desire for acceptance, yet being denied and lashing out in retribution. Emiya then dropped this sword too, before rushing towards the defenseless god with his hands held in a manner as if he were about to thrust as the god looked about to pull some final attack of desperation...
"Tempered through Hell's Flames"
*SHUNK*
...as he shoved one final weapon, right through said god's heart, the poor bastard barely having the time to utter more than a single syllable before King Emiya uttered one final word, but the second he said it, I could instantly tell by instinct that was the genuine deal…
"[Excalibur]"
...and the god was killed by a blast of light that blew a hole clean into his chest, killing him near-instantly, a quick and painless way to die...before Emiya collapsed from the exhaustion and his injuries catching up to him. I saw Guinevere crawl over to him as her legs were broken, thinking she was planning to kill him, but instead, and much to my absolute shock and surprise, she kissed him and healed him in the process enough to survive his wounds and get some proper rest and healing…
End Flashback
...I still could not believe what I had seen and heard in that moment...[Excalibur]...the [Excalibur], the actual, genuine article, and it was wielded by somebody as reckless and unappreciative of its splendor as my newest sibling. That was already a seeming insult to me for the fact that he had a sword that by all rights was British in origins in its legend, never mind the fact I rarely ever set foot in my own motherland or that said legend was fabricated by Guinevere herself, but being wielded by one of the Japanese Kings, with the other wielding [Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi], denoting them both as rightful Kings of both the East and the West respectively. That was the connection he had to Artus. Emiya Shirou somehow got his hands on the Sword of Salvation wielded by the King of the End and the God of Steel and War, [Arthur Pendragon]...I felt the urge to take it from him, if for no other reason than for what little patriotism I felt I had for my motherland. Then there was the fact he went and did something completely bonkers; the guy proceeded to invite both the Empress of the Martial Realm and the Hero of Los Angeles to stay for a feast he was hosting as a competition of Kingship with them, King Kusanagi, and himself, in a battle of words rather than violence, with the sole mandatory conditions for attendance being to not fight with the other guests or any accompanying attendees to said guests.
I honestly felt the urge to step out and make my presence known when he made the announcement, but decided against it. I never made my presence known in the fighting, so if I tried to ask for an invite, it would have made me look desperate when I was not, and while I may not have really cared about it much, I do kind of have a reputation to uphold. I was never going to beg for anything from anybody, not when I could simply take it right then and there. Besides, having four Campione in the same place at the same time and expecting them NOT to fight is like asking the fox to guard the hen house or having a rabbit strap a bunch of raw high-quality grade A steaks to its body and have it walk right into the den of a pack of rabid, starving, and feral wolves and expecting them NOT to pounce on a free meal right before their very eyes. It was never going to happen...unless King Emiya had some method to force their compliance. But the chances of that are practically ziltch. There is really no way to bind a Campione with magic to enforce their compliance or subvert their will, at least not without causing another Pompeii, anyway.
Although while I may have no interest in this 'Feast of Kings' as its being called, I do have an interest in what Guinevere has been up to, and where she is now...in fact, there are a few relics here in Japan I intend to pick up in order to complete the plans I have been working towards in slaying Guinevere and obtaining the Holy Grail from her possession. May as well borrow those too while I am looking into her presence and current actions here in Japan...
Scene Change
Tokyo International Airport
Third-Person P.O.V.
Landing on the airstrip, a single large jetliner touched down, but this airline had only a single passenger. This passenger had booked the entire flight just for himself, yet the flight crew didn't question it after they were given a large amount of cash by the deceptively broke and seemingly homeless man. He was dressed in rags so filthy, it was to the point of being unsanitary, especially when they saw the crazed look he had in his eyes. However, when the unhinged man gave them a fat stack of money, they realized he was loaded, despite his appearance. The whole flight, he was mumbling about something, yet they couldn't stand to be near him for too long, nor could they make out his mumbling very well. When he stepped off the plane, he gave a massive tip to the flight crew, waltzed off, and began to start rambling to himself in a barely coherent babbling. Grabbing his luggage in the form of a small carry-on bag, he continued walking, all while mumbling about 'tests' and 'how to improve its performance', before stopping dead in his tracks as though he could sense something…
"Four! Four Kings, all at once. Perfect chance. Perfect opportunity. Time to test Thief. My Thief. But need resources first. Shouldn't be too hard. Plenty of trash everywhere needing to be recycled. Simply clean the trash out. Clean human trash. Clean up those not missed. Not noticed if suddenly gone missing. Provide for my Thief. Make Thief stronger. Then test Thief against King. Thieving Kings. Make Kings pay for their tyranny. Make them pay. Make them pay. Make them pay!"
The madman gave a rather deranged smile in a disturbing amount of glee at the prospect of having the perfect opportunity practically handed to him on a platter. Unfortunately for him, his madness was, unbeknownst to himself, causing him to dabble in forbidden magics that were slowly erasing more and more of his own humanity along with his own sanity. His desire for revenge was destroying him, and it reflected in his appearance: his already unsanitary suit seemingly filthy beyond any reasonable means of wearing getting even more filthy with specks of blood and black grimy sludge from scratching at his stubble, causing bits of blood and flesh almost unnoticeable under his finger nails with every scrape from his constant itching from his attire. He still retained some semblance of being human, but for how long, was anybody's guess. Had any mages seen him, they would have instantly been horrified by what they saw, as a man whom was once considered to be among the brightest of his generation, reduced to such a state...such was the depths of his madness and deranged desire for revenge, that he did not even realize he was slowly becoming an even bigger monster than what he witnessed that had broken him so...For if whenever you seek to kill a monster, you must be careful to not become a monster yourself.
...Sadly, it is already too late for this once great man, as he has fallen too far past the point of no return to ever be saved from himself and the fate he had condemned himself to suffer...truly, a tragic waste of potential and loss of a once great mind...
Scene Change-Few Hours Later
Back Alleys of Tokyo
Arashi P.O.V.
How the hell did this happen?! This wasn't real, this couldn't be real, yet this nightmare wouldn't let me wake up! Dead guys don't just get back up after being killed! People do not get back up after they are killed! How did this shit even happen!? We were just scoping out potential marks like usual, nothing major, just a simple bump and grab or even a mugging if we felt we needed to resort to it, when we spotted this guy going into the alleys all on his own. This guy looked even more homeless than most guys I've seen, and smelt even worse than some sewage I would sometimes pass by, yet the sheer number of very expensive Rolex watches he wore on both his wrists was not missed by us. This guy had money, it was just not obvious at first glance.
We decided to tail the guy, but he ducked into an alley. We assumed he was just an idiot. Shows what we know. The psycho was actually luring us to follow him. When we tried to corner him, he dropped something with a splat sound...before it jumped up off the ground in defiance of the laws of physics and latched onto Oboro's face. The screaming the big guy made as he died was horrifying. He fell to the ground before he got back up a moment later, but we didn't realize he wasn't Oboro anymore...when we tried to approach him and ask if he was alright, he suddenly began to attack us, and the same damned thing happened to the rest of them. Their bodies wherever they were touched seemed to have literally been melted away, and that-that-thing...simply slipped into their wounds, causing them to begin screaming just as horribly as whatever the fuck that thing was wormed and wriggled beneath their skin and flesh, seemingly eating away at them as it forced itself into their bodies, and taking them over.
When I realized what the hell was going on, I did the only thing a man in my position could possible do: I ran away like a little bitch while trying not to be screaming bloody murder as I did so. I took countless turns and twists in these back alleys, never stopping no matter how tired I felt or how my legs felt as if they were made out of lead. The fear of death and becoming whatever the FUCK that guy did was more than enough motivation to make my self-preservation instincts kick into high gear and to get my ass out of town. I only stopped in the one place I felt would be safe enough to stop. Nobody knew about this place but me, but I wasn't about to take any chances. I only planned on stopping long enough to grab a pack containing the bare necessities I prepared in the event I needed to get the hell out of dodge then move to leave at a split-seconds notice.
Maybe this is the perfect sign for me to straighten my life out as I had been thinking about doing for a while now. I don't know what the fucking hell THAT THING was, but I am not going to say a damned word of this to anyone, wherever it is I flee to once I skip town. They would think I was bat-shit crazy and lock me inside the nearest rubber room within the closest loony bin. Maybe I should just find an honest life as a farmer's hand somewhere, or as a mechanic in some small town in the countryside. Anywhere but here, with THAT THING running loose. The trauma of what the fuck I just saw happen will haunt me for the rest of my life...but there is no way that was magic. That shit only exist in fantasy games and fairy tales. Magic was NOT real, dammit...I was not going to think about this once I left in order to keep what was probably going to be left of my sanity intact…
*SPLAT*
"GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUAAAAAAAAUUUAAAAAAAAAAUUGH!"
Unfortunately, Arashi seemed to pick his hiding place a little too well. Nobody knew of said safe-house aside from him. Nobody was around to hear him as he began to scream in the most horrifying of ways after the very thing he sought to flee from jumped down from the rafters and proceed to devour him from the inside out to the very depths of his soul, the very spark of creation which all that lives possessed, be they mortal or divine, and devoured. Nobody was around to witness the horror of his flesh being twisted and deformed, before his very bones were incorporated into the abomination that had devoured his body's flesh, consumed his mind, and feasted upon his very soul, adding it into the collective sea of consciousness and integrated the knowledge once held by the petty street thug and small-time criminal named Arashi Yatsumaki into the entity that was the Thief created by a deranged madman's desire for revenge. This truly unfortunate man was but one of dozens of victims, all of whom were currently screaming out in pain as they were being forcibly fused into a singular consciousness spread out over several offshoots within the Thief's collective consciousness and hive mind, each having stolen the flesh of the thugs and crooks in the back alleys of Tokyo's seedy criminal underworld, having finished devouring their very souls, as the insane madman and Rogue Magi who created this abomination turned himself even further into the forbidden dark magic that mortals were to never dabble in, lest they damned themselves to utter destruction down to their very collective of pilfered souls they've damned to destruction alongside the caster…
For the act of devouring a Soul was such an abhorrent act that even the Gods would never dare to attempt out of fear and horror for such a sacrilegious act save for one...But now, upon on the horizon, an existence on the verge of a calamity had started coming into existence, and the moonlit world of the supernatural would soon understand why some spells have been deemed forbidden for good reason…For as Fredrich Nietzsche once famously quoted, 'When you hunt monsters, take care you do not become one yourself. For when you look into the Abyss, the Abyss looks into you as well.' As for the maddened magi who resorted to such a taboo, what was left of his humanity merely shed away even more than before, his flesh began melting away in a putrid mess of blackened sludge, blood, and filth as his ruined and unsanitary clothes began to rip slightly as they barely kept together from the changes to his physiology, his mind itself melding with his Thief as he became the main body of his creation, forcibly binding the minds and souls of those his Thief devoured with his own, depriving him of more of both his sanity and his humanity in the process, while losing himself within the sea of pained screaming of the souls of his victims, as he himself becomes a victim of his own forbidden creation which he bound himself to in his pursuit of vengeance…
Truly a pity, for such a tragically wasted potential to be reduced to such a state...as a once brilliant man and a pioneer among humanity's best and brightest of magi of the modern era fell and became the very monster of horror and legends that even Gods detested and vilified above all else…
For the [Soul Eater] had come into existence once more, and the world will tremble beneath the shock waves of its return, as its dark legacy rears its head upon those unfortunate enough to cross its path once again...truly, a pitiable loss of potential for the world...as the madman is replaced by the monster he created, yet still compels it to follow his lingering will, and seek vengeance upon the perceived tyrants he birthed this [Soul Eater] to destroy in his pursuit for revenge which destroyed him in the end...and gave birth to a monster...
A/N: And that's part three of the four-part preparations for the Feast of Kings mini-arc. It's a bit shorter than I had originally planned it out to be, but then again, I included a lemon here, and Arturia finally returned to Shirou. Now get off my back about that already. I know it's still a bit short, so to make up for it, I'll add a bit of a servant stat sheet here for Luo Hao here as an apology since I never got around to it earlier:
Name: Luo Hao Cuillion, the Second Campione
Title: Empress of the Martial Realm
Possible Classes: Lancer, Caster, Berserker
Base(Divine Might of Vajrapani)
Strength: B(A++)
Agility: B(A+)
Endurance: B(A-)
Mana: A++
Magic Resistance: A++
Luck: A+
Noble Phantasm: EX
List of Authorities/Noble Phantasms:
Divine Might of Vajrapani
'A great force is exerted! Great force vanquishes small evil!/Massive timber splitting mountains, producing great force! Stacking multitudes of golden bells, producing impenetrable iron cloth!/The root of my power of Vajra, now is the time for great might that can tear apart heaven and earth!'
This is the authority Luo Hao obtained in her battle against the Indian God Vajrapani, the Benevolent King Buddha Guardians. Whenever she uses this authtority, her fists turn into diamonds and she gains superhuman level strength, yet she has enough control over it to throw someone a great distance while they land softly with practically no harm to themselves. This Authority can take two different forms: the form of her body being augmented with fists made from diamond with superhuman level strength, and the form of two near-nude giant golden statues in the forms of the two gatekeepers from Buddhist depictions, just like the two from the Buddhist religion of Om. The second form can also manifest as a giant palm completely under her control. But unlike with Godou, she cannot combine her Authorities together, as the deities which she usurped them from were too fundamentally different to do so. Whenever she uses it in the form of the Avatars of Vajrapani, they act as puppets under her complete control, and whenever she uses t as the palm form, she uses it to enhance her already impressive physical capabilities.
Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl
This Authority is one which allows Luo Hao to create whirlwinds, typhoons, and even tornadoes just with her voice alone. She usurped this authority from Gayatri, the Hindu Goddess of knowledge and education. This authority manifests in the form of songs which Luo Hao uses as the medium for all her chant-based mystic arts and authorities. This authority also has the power to strip others of their voices with the power of her winds, rendering her the only one capable of speech while the gale force winds rip the area around her to shreds. She has such fine tuned control over it that she can use it as either an omnidirectional attack or as a focused single-target attack.
Kung Fu Cult Master
This is the authority Luo Hao usurped from Maitreya Buddha. It allows her to empower her subordinates through her songs, giving them a major boost in the martial abilities and strengthening them, with their bodies taking on the durability of bronze. However, those she uses this authority on has to follow her orders and cannot defy her while under its effects. The blessings they receive will grant them increased physical ability and an increase in martial art skills, but they have to obey Luo Hao's will in exchange.
Terrible Metropolis
Also referred to as the Empty Dream of Golden Millet, this is an authority Luo Hao is believed to have usurped from the Roman God of Agriculture, Saturnus. It grants the ability to make any city or even country she resides in prosperous for the duration of her stay, but the moment she leaves, the sudden prosperity experienced will take an immediate nosedive. It however, comes with the restriction that she cannot use it unless an area is above a certain population level.
Hopeless Forest
Otherwise known as Fragrant Grass, Thousand Flower Profuse Blooming, this authority has the power to create plant life in the surrounding area around her, from anything of the immediate area, to even turning the country of Japan into a densely thick jungle. She can also produce poisonous or man-eating flowers of whatever amount or type she wants, so long as she meets the time and magical power requirements first. If invoked, she could even reduce all of China to a Rotten Sea. She can also chose what plants she manifests, as well as their quantity and quality. Aside from its time and magical power constraints, it has no other restrictions.
Revitalization
'Maiden that dwells within the orchard, tricked and stolen, changed and returned. The blessings that even the gods do crave is mine to grant, mine to keep, mine to use.'
This was the authority that Luo Hao usurped from the Norse Goddess of fertility, youth, and apples about one hundred years ago: Idunn. it grants the power to revitalize the life force of others, but not for herself, and allows her to heal wounds, dispel certain curses, and banish exhaustion. However this authority also comes with the condition it cannot be used without first 'growing' an apple within herself before she can use the spell words for those she wishes to use this authority on. She also cannot grow more than one apple at a time. This authority has very little combat capability, so she doesn't use it very often, however she has used it rarely in the past whenever she wished to continue a fight with strong opponents by using it on her opponents in the past. But for the Empress of the Martial Real, she simply sees it as a combat trophy as a sign of her victory, not an actual usable or very useful authority for battle.
Defending Godsword
'My foes shall be struck low, my enemies shall become my prisoners, and my vanquished opponents shall feed my strength. All who stand against me shall become fodder for my power.'
This is a defensive authority that Luo Hao usurped when she defeated the Mogolian God of War from the 99 Tngri, Dayisud Tngri, at the very beginning of the twentieth century. Whenever she manifests it, this authority takes the form of a giant phantom hand welding an equally massive sword that is connected to Luo Hao's own hand, and she can manipulate it like a puppet to her own will. Normally, this authority would be hard to control, but thanks to her training and long life, Luo Hao has become so skilled in using this particular authority, that if she felt like it, she could peel an apple perfectly with it and not damage anything else in the process.
She also has the ability to use this authority to force those she defeats with it to submit to her as her prisoners, as a reflection of Dayisud Tngri's nature of taking prisoner those he defeats instead of killing them, as most War Gods tended to do. The more enemies this authority is used against, the more effective and powerful it becomes. Those she imprisons in this manner can be drained of their vitality and life force to fuel and strengthen herself, but Luo Hao absolutely despises this aspect of this authority as well as its use, due to her chivalrous and honorable nature as a Grandmaster of the Martial Arts. While she may not use this part of her authority for the most part, if she should be up against servitors summoned by an authority, such as Voban's wolves or any undead like the ones Voban and Shirou both summon, then she would have no qualms of using this aspect of her authority against them.
But this authority, however, while powerful comes with the restriction that it can ONLY be used defensively, as a counterattack before it can be summoned. This is a reflection of Dayisud's nature as a benevolent and protective deity, despite his status as a War God. Once she manifests this authority, however, she can use it to attack, but only if she herself is attacked first, as this is an authority of counterattacking those who attacked her first, in the form of a defend-and-counterattack authority.
Shield of the Tortoise Shell
'Black King of the North that stands attended by the twisting serpent, shell that endures and protects, now grant me a shield to protect against the fall of the very stars themselves!'
This is one of Luo Hao's earliest Authorities, one she usurped in her youth against the Chinese God Xuan Wu in his incarnation as the Black Tortoise Zhi Ming. When she was still rising as a Campione, this was one of her strongest Authorities, but now it is a point of pride for her to never have to use it except in defense of others or in a truly desperate battle against a stronger foe than herself. As such, she does not like using it unless she absolutely has to, as it is a sting to her pride that she cannot defeat an attack without being forced into resorting to it. The shield whenever called forth can take several forms depending on the will of its user. It can take the form of a dome of protective defense that is strong enough to weather anything short of a nuclear bomb, or even a shield compact enough to carry around, but doing this is a significant drain on her reserves. In its primary form, it takes the form of a dome of green/black energy with a turtle shell pattern running through it, and can change in size in accordance to Luo Hao's will from as small as a small group to as large as an entire small city. However, this shield is not indestructible, and can be broken by an enemy authority, but only those on par to or superior to Godou's Stallion authority in terms of sheer destructive ability.
This authority, however, has the restriction of not allowing her to move in any form it manifests as, literally turning her into a living fortress and bulwark, nor can she attack or use her magic when invoked. She also cannot use her authorities when activated, but if she had an authority that summons servitors or creates phenomenon, like her Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl, or the Avatars form of her Divine Might of Vajrapani, then she would lose control over them, as the gales caused by the former would rage out of control until she dismissed the shield to rein them back in, or her servitors would follow the orders she gave them prior to invoking the shield and could not issue new ones to them.
Skills:
Mind's Eye(True): A- Rank
Due to coming from a family of martial artists and being one of the oldest Campione currently alive, Luo Hao has a rather strongly developed form of this advanced technique, and has had plenty of time to hone it. All Campione automatically have a low level version of this skill, but her circumstances have allowed her to make it a higher level than most ever do, with only Shirou's coming closer to hers than any other ever will with only slight differences between the two in terms of capabilities, and with his becoming slightly superior to hers, if only due to his rather odd affinity for magic on top of his special circumstances.
Territory Creation: C+ Rank
Due to the nature of a few of her Authorities, Kung Fu Cult Master, Terrible Metropolis, and Hopeless Forest, she gains a minor boost in this skill, on top of if she is summoned as a Caster class Servant, due to her knowledge of the mystic arts. While she may prefer to train herself in the physical arts of combat, she is also a Master of the Daoist Arts along with any Chinese mystical arts, however her knowledge of Magic is not something to sneeze at, thanks to her other skill of Immense Knowledge. Her authorities which allowed her to create a whole Martial Arts cult under her is one of the other contributors to this rank, along with the other two which allowed her to affect the entire areas of wherever she happens to be in.
Madness Enhancement: D- Rank
Due to her rather hypocritical nature and her ridiculously extreme methods for both training and her battles, she has a minor rank in this skill, similar to Doni, though not nearly as severe as the Sword Idiot Savant of the currently living Campione, or to the same extent as most other Berserker Class Servants. Hers would be weakened slightly from most other Berserker Class Servant, in the sense that she would retain both her battle instincts enough to recognize a threat and react appropriately, similar to how Herakles did even while under the grips of his own madness he didn't lose any of his skill with a blade at all in battle, but also her sanity and sense of rationality enough to reason in a somewhat sensible, if not completely unbelievably confident, manner.
Unique Skills:
Superhuman Body: B++ Rank
This skill is a personal skill that is always active, as a reflection of her superhuman physical and magical abilities. As one who has mastered both the Physical and the Mystical arts to the point of the extreme enough to become a Campione through pure skill as a Martial Artist alone, she has achieved it as both a passive and an active skill if and whenever she is summoned as a servant, regardless of whether summoned as a Caster, Lancer, or even Berserker, though as a Berserker, she's even more ludicrously powerful with the minor Madness Enhancement she would receive, though weakened as a result of her discipline as a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Night Vision: B- Rank
Due to her mastery over the various martial and mystical arts, as well as her status as a Campione, Luo Hao has exceptional night vision, capable of seeing clearly in the dark, and any attempts to sneak up on her in the dark or by using any magic that hinders eyesight via darkness will be rendered useless againt her.
Master Martial Artist: B++ Rank
Due to her mastery of the martial arts, both Grandmaster level of the unarmed and Master level of the armed arts with certain weapons, she has an exceeding high level in this skill. The only reason she doesn't have a higher rank is the fact that she currently has only mastery of her favorite weapon of choice, a Qiang, a form of Chinese spear. With any other weapon, like a Chinese sword or other weapon from her native China, she has an instant expert level of mastery, but for anything like unusual or exotic weapons, or swords of unfamiliar make, she has to train extensively in order to use it with any level of proficiency first.
Daoist Arts: A- Rank
Due to her training in the Mystic arts, she has a special knowledge of her homeland's original brand of mage craft in the form of Chinese Daoist Mystic Arts. She was just starting to begin learning to train in these arts when she became a Campione, so her increased reserves and martial abilities simply added to her training regimen. At this rank, her capabilities would allow her to even wound a God with her magic.
Immense Knowledge: A++ Rank
Due to her studies of various deities, folklore, and mythologies from around the world, Luo Hao has become a proficient scholar in various forms of the topic of the supernatural, giving her an intimate knowledge of almost any deity in the world, save for the most absolute obscure ones or those there are no books on for her to read about.
Culinary Skills: B+ Rank
Due to her training in the martial arts, Luo Hao tended to live as a hermit in an isolationist fashion. As a result of this, she was forced to learn how to cook for herself before she had followers to do it for her. Her skill is only at this rank because prior to running into Godou and Shirou at the Saitenguu, she had not set foot in a kitchen to cook herself a meal personally in well over seventy years, so her skills in the kitchen have suffered and rusted a bit. However, aside from Shirou's godly cooking, she is second to none in terms of skill in spite of this, though her reaction to the food at his feast will be quite an amusing one. *Hint Hint*
And that's Luo Hao's stat sheet for my fic. Just so you all know, I got permission from Marcus Galen Sands to use the OCs from his fic GSBW after asking him for it. Since this was an AU of his fic, and since I try to keep it as close to what his fics main plot and timeline is for the most part of the general story development, the three authorities at the end and their respective chants were his idea originally. I let him know I was using them and my reasoning for them, but I haven't heard back yet, but since he doesn't mind people making a spin off based on his work, it was mostly just a formality on my part to let him know. So nobody flame me for that before he gives me a message back saying I can't use it, as I am crediting him for those last three, so you can't call me out for plagiarism.
With this, Arturia is officially a part of Shirou's harem and back with him again. You all can get off my back about Arturia coming back now. Get off me. See you all next chapter, PEACE OUT!