A/N: Hey peeps, sorry if this was a little late. I had to deal with a few things IRL, not to mention I had trouble writing this particular part, and to be completely honest, I am still not completely happy with it, but it is the best I can do for what have planned for this fic. Now before I do the Reviewer Review, I have just one thing I feel I need to say: A quick Shout out to DylantheDemon, as he raised a few very good points about my KoWI Shirou that nobody else seemed to bother asking before flaming my ass. To answer everybody's questions about my Shirou, he does not enjoy fighting to the death like some battle freak, but he does enjoy sparring with a strong opponent to test his skills against. He also can be ruthless, but only against those whom he has no qualms about killing, i.e. Zouken, Kirie, Gilgamesh, etcetera etcetera. Finally, my Shirou has something of a compromise in what he would fight for if forced to choose between those close to him or the many strangers who would die. He would seek out the best solution for everybody from the choices at hand, yet would still prioritize. Simply put, he isn't just randomly acting without considering the consequences of the actions he may take. He will also still kill if he has to, but ONLY if that person is so far gone that the only thing left worth saving is their memory in order to preserve their honor in some manner, like with Zouken, as an extreme example. Now that that's out of the way, time for the Reviewer Review:
1.) The reason why Shirou Skipped over telling how he met his 'girls' and how they came to be in a relationship with him was deliberate. In order to tell that part of his story, would require him to reveal parts of their past that was not his to tell. He might be a powerful God-slaying Sorcerer-King, but he is still not the type to reveal things that are not his to tell.
2.) The reason for Guinevere's reaction to her gift was simple. She cold not figure out just how it was possible for a mortal to construct something like it without it being an authority. By Campioneverse lore, something like that would be a mortal construct, yet still somehow possess divinity. In Nasuverse lore, it is a Divine Construct, but by Guinevere's understanding it was a mortal weapon that should not exist as anything other than as an Authority. That was the source of her confusion, and why Shirou gave his rather cryptic response to her unasked question of how he got it.
3.) If what you say about Mythological worlds are true, then I think I can have a field day with this, as it actually helps with what I plan to do for my epilogue. If anything, it helps me out with what I was having a hard time deciding on how to go about it.
Now for the disclaimer:
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own 'Campione!', 'FATE', or any other franchise referenced in this fic, and any references to either copyrighted franchises or other fics are referenced as used. This fis is an AU to Marcus Galen Sands 'God Slaying Blade Works' with a heavy emphasis on 'WHAT IF', using references to other fics, a meshing of Canon lore, the basis of the 'Harem Ending' of the Nua Realta route, and my own original ideas thrown into the mix every now and then. This is a FREE FANFIC of a FANFIC, meaning an UNPAID FAN-MADE FICTION of a FAN-MADE FICTION. If you paid to read this, then you got ripped off, and if you do not like it, then you do not have to read it. Nobody is making you.
And now onto the story:
Story Start:
God Slaying Blade Works: The King of Wrought Iron
Twenty-second Blade: Feast of Kings Final Part
Emiya Manor
Erica P.O.V.
I was quite intrigued when I saw the gifts that King Emiya had gifted to my Godou, Her Eminence, John Pluto Smith, and Lady Guinevere, as these were weapons that by all rights should not exist, and yet here they were, being handed off by King Emiya to his guests as though they were not of any significant value. To say that such valuable weapons didn't seem all that valuable to him meant one thing, and that was a very frightening thought to me: King Emiya Shirou could easily get make more of them if he wanted to. The nature of his magic to create weapons is the only explanation for his willingness to part with such 'gifts' in this manner.
Granted I was rather irked just like Luo Hao and Smith when I saw Godou's gift from King Emiya, but when he explained that not everything is always as it appears and revealed just what that spear did, I knew he most certainly was not a shallow individual, nor was he arrogantly conceited. If anything, I realized that King Emiya was simply 'empty'. That is the best word to describe him, as he could only show any semblance of humanity by helping others and making them happy. But then again, King Emiya does possess a 'Heart of Glass'...He seemed to show little to no desires, not to say he feels absolutely nothing, but his emotional state is so little that what emotions he does feel are mostly centered around others.
After we began to get ready to leave, that was when things started to get strange. King Emiya, Illya-chan, Tohsaka-san, Ms. McRemittz, Miss Ortensia, and even Lady Guinevere became suddenly tense. Not two seconds later, Lady Guinevere had suddenly appeared right by the rest of the guests to the Feast of Kings, with King Emiya suddenly in a battle stance with his face going from smiling and warm, to completely blank and emotionless. I had heard from Godou that King Emiya mentioned that those who practice the School of Origin tended to have multiple personalities due to using self-hypnosis for their magic, and from what I can tell, this is a threat that required him to go straight into his 'battle mode' from what I had noticed.
I suddenly sensed the enemy before I saw them, and that was a very unpleasant feeling to say the least. I have fought against Divine Beasts as a Knight, weakened and held off Rogue Gods for my Godou, but this...there were no words to describe the sheer feeling of absolute wrongness these intruders gave off. Not only that, but when I moved to get to Godou's side, I found myself along with the rest of my sister wives being held back and our path blocked by none other than the four gods attending as guests. Miss McRemittz held Ena back, Sakura-san held Yuri and Hikari was kept back with her, and Lili was being held back by Tohsaka-san using some form of magic to bolster her physical strength.
"What are you doing?! Why are you stopping us from getting to-"
"That is not something anything less than a full-on god or God-slayer can touch without fear, Blandelli-san..."
I froze as it was none other than Illya-chan who said that, but the tone she used, it was so full of analytical calm and cold, calculative logic, that it made Antarctica seem warm by comparison. The difference between the Illya-chan from just moments ago and the Illya-chan of right now was enough to make me shudder. Before I could even question her, the four gods of steel barring our path began to respond…
"...to think there was anyone so foolish as this...to willingly go through with such a forbidden spell as the [Soul Eater]..." Lord [Susanoo] said in complete shocked disbelief. What got me was how the man seemed to go from being laid back and care free suddenly turned a complete 180 and was now totally focused and keeping an eye on both the obvious enemy before us and cautiously eyeing the surroundings. It was only then that I realized there were others slowly circling around us before their presence was even revealed. That was a startling thought…
"Forget using that forbidden spell, [Susanoo]. The real question is how did the fool even get it? That spell was destroyed and all records of how to create it purged along with the original creation a long time ago. The only one who should even still know is that bastard who created it in the first place." Lord [Masamune]'s rather hate-filled words is something that caught everyone flat footed. He was a god who seemed rather calm and collected at all times, yet this thing was enough to get him angry? I was not sure I even wanted to know the obvious story there…
"Mages are those who wield inhumane power while simultaneously leading human lives. It is a delicate balancing act, and one misstep in walking that thin line could cause one to lose their humanity and drown in the power they seek and crave." Illya-chan's words caused a chill to go down my spine from how cold and murderous they were. One quick glance was all I needed to see I wasn't the only one…
"There is only one thing a magus must always protect in pursuit of their research. It is never their own life, but rather, it is the sanctity of their soul. What this fool has done is cast aside his own humanity and compromised his soul in the worst way possible, by turning himself into a soul-devouring monster of all things..." Tohsaka-san said right afterwards, and Lords [Susanoo], [Muramasa], [Masamune], and Lady [Futsunushi] simply nodded in response. They didn't say a word; they didn't need to. The implications of what was spoken was simply unmistakable.
All protests died in my throat at those words and the thoughts of what that meant. If the only ones who could take these things on were the gathered Kings and Gods, then the four Gods were acting as shields keeping the [Soul Eater] at bay, while Kings Emiya, Smith, Luo Hao, and Godou fought them off. Still there was one thing bothering me…
"Illya-chan...how did these things manage to get so close without being noticed by your barrier? I thought that was supposed to be impossible?"
"Not impossible, just very difficult. Whether by coincidence or by design, these things were able to sneak by the bounded fields around the property enough to go unnoticed until they revealed themselves. They are absorbing enough ambient mana around them to not trigger the bounded field. They were moving slow enough to not trigger the bounded field. They were not showing any hostile intent until they were already within the confines of the bounded field. Everything about how they move and act is naturally countering the bounded field just right...we'll have to fix that problem by filling any holes in the bounded fields later..." Tohsaka-san answered in Illya-chan's place, as the teen snow fairy was apparently focusing on something else…
"...not good...Shirou's stopped talking..."
Huh? Why did that matter? Why is King Emiya's sudden refusal to speak a prob-
"To talk in battle is a sin."
Arturia's words cut through my confused thoughts like a hot knife through butter. Oh no...if King Emiya decided it was bad enough to not say a word then…
Third-person P.O.V.
"These interlopers dare attack a King by invading a feast between four of them?! This Luo Hao shall show the full fury of my martial prowess!" The Empress of the Martial Realm proclaimed, before a hand firmly grabbed onto her shoulder, but before she could react to it, a cold sinking feeling shot through her at its grip, as she turned to the grim face of the Host of this Feast. So shocked was she by the sight, that she could not even properly respond to the sheer steel behind his gaze…
"Luo Hao, as both the host and the owner of this property, I feel it is my duty to deal with these things."
Godou, John Pluto Smith, and Luo Hao saw the sheer rage burning in his gaze towards these things, and knew he would not take a refusal to standing down. In the end, Luo Hao relented if only because even in his obvious rage, he made a valid point. He was the host and the owner of this property, thus it was both his duty and obligation to deal with theses intruders. Wordlessly standing aside, she allowed Shirou to step forwards and deal with the intruders.
Godou put some of his training to use taking one of these things out, but he only reacted as he wasn't sure what the heck was going on. 'John Pluto Smith' for 'his' part burned a few to death using a simple flame spell backed by 'his' reserves as a Campione. With Shirou's declaration, they stood down and let him deal with the rest, though Godou felt a bit nervous seeing the sheer rage that seemed to burn within his fellow King and friends eyes. He may not have known him for long, but even the King of Ruin knew his fellow Japanese King and rage did not mix very well together...
Within the Unlimited Blade Works
Xiphos P.O.V.
The Primordial Daemon was simply resting atop a small mound of metallic shavings and dust when an overwhelming sense of wrongness suddenly overcame it. As it suddenly stood up off the mound it was sitting atop, the Sword of Origin focused its attention outside this world of ash and steel, of iron and embers to the one outside of it, of his oldest friend and lover [Gaia], and summarily froze for but a split second, the eternally spinning gears of the Grand Forge halting along with his mind before spinning even faster than ever with the sudden unadulterated rage and wrath at what the primordial sword saw within the eyes of it's descendant's gaze. For what was in existence was an aberration of epic proportions, one that only once before had he ever encountered, and it was from THAT BASTARD whom it came forth from in existence…
...in that moment, something absolutely unprecedented had occurred, one which caused even the absolutely uncaring Will of the World to stir in absolute disbelief, before long forgotten emotions and memories seemed to suddenly spill forth from her, as a presence of being not felt since the primordial times of old once more became felt by her…
...pushing his power outwards, he gave the Blade of Humanity his full support to expel this abomination from the face of the world, and lend his might in order to do so, but knew it would leave him unable to do much for a time afterwards, but given the level of this particular threat, [Xiphos] felt it was a worthy time to give the Blade of Humanity a few moments of its power uninhibited to deal with the spawn of that BASTARD...
...as for in that moment, two differing existences of two separate fragmented souls suddenly began to harmonize in absolutely perfect sync with one another, a fragile whole completely blended together to give presence to a power not seen since the very dawn of existence itself, from the Age of Chaos from whence all had come forth...as ancient primordial and modern mortal, ancestral divinity and human descendant, both shouted in completely absolute harmony as their wavelengths and purposes perfectly aligned with one another, creating a resonance that even had both Alaya and Gaia react in slightly differing manners…
My form warped into a facsimile of my original whole self, using the countless blades and fragments of iron and steel, ash and embers to recreate the missing aspects as best I could, and began to make my presence known to the outside world if only for a brief moment and aid in slaying this aberration to existence…
...for the Will of the World, it was as though the one being in existence whom gave her a reason to cherish the lives of those she shouldered had returned, whereas for the Will of Humanity began to seethe at the thought of his existence not fully being eradicated by her failed attempt to slay his last living mortal descendant and heir...
At the same time, Feast of Kings
Third-person P.O.V.
To say that Shirou was pissed at what he saw was an absolute understatement. He saw and knew instantly just what it was by instinct alone, and that was something that would have shocked him, since neither his nor Archer EMIYA had memories of ever encountered anything like this before, but it would seem that [Xiphos] had, and his remnant gave its full power to help him deal with it. The others around him paused, and even the thing before him paused out of the sheer presence he had begun to exude in response to its appearance.
The reactions to his appearance were all divided up into different reactions of slightly varying degrees…
For Godou, Luo Hao, and the representatives from the Committee and their respective entourages, the sheer feel of his sudden power caused them to feel as though they were in the presence of something not even they would want to tangle with lightly…
For Guinevere, she suddenly realized she just got a glimpse of the Deity of Steel she saw once so long ago, but in his full majesty, with some semblance of his full power on display, and she felt a sudden surge of overwhelming sensations flood through her, making her already confused emotional state regarding Emiya Shirou even more in complete disarray…
For the Four Gods of Steel present, [Susanoo], [Muramasa], [Masamune], and [Futsunushi] all had looks of absolute reverence on their faces almost to the point of hero worship, and they felt the excitement similar to that of a child finally getting to see their father after being away from home for so long for the first time in their life...which in a sense is not too far off...
For his entourage, Shirou's girls each had varying levels of reactions to this, from a sudden surge of desire, to the sudden urge to try and calm him down, or such in the cases of both Caren and Oda, the two had begun to completely orgasm as their respective sensory abilities for the supernatural caused them to suddenly feel the full extent of the divinity of an ancient bloodline of a Primordial of Old…
As for 'John Pluto Smith', 'he' and 'Annie' felt the sudden surge in power not much differently to the former sister and heiress of one of the Four Families. The only thing that kept the 'secret' from being ousted was the fact it looked as though 'he' had wet his pants out of sheer terror and was drenched from fear induced sweat, and that was the only saving grace to keep 'his' secret…
Even the [Soul Eater] was not immune to this unprecedented event, as for the very first time in its very short time in this world, it had felt something other than all-consuming and maddening hunger: pure, unadulterated and absolute FEAR of what it had just crossed paths with, its instincts screaming at it to run away and to never go anywhere near the source of said feeling ever again…
As for what it was that caused such a reaction, Shirou's magical energy had flared out into a visible form, with it shaping like a partial manifestation of his Inner World, and that caused all present to bare witness to something they had not ever once thought possible in all of existence…
Iron and Steel, Ash and Ember…
Hammer striking anvil, continuously, mechanically…
Massive gears turning perpetually whilst hanging impossible\y within a burning orange sky of Eternal Dawn...
A Hill of Swords, a World of Infinite Blades…
An Armory of a World, A Grand Forge with scars from a numerous number of battlefields greater than all others…
And standing atop this World of Steel, a lone figure looms over it all…
With three faces of Human, Demon, and God, six arms all bulging in absolute wrath at the being before it...
With its appearance completely overlapping the Devil King's own as the two shout in complete sync...
"...What in the fucking HELL have YOU DONE, you ROOT-DAMNED FOOL?!"
It was not the voice of a human that was coming from both their lips; for the daemon in question, each of its three mouths spoke in perfect unison with Shirou's, while he spoke and moved word for word as the being within his soul did. It was the sound of metal scraping metal, of a steel blade scratching against a steel blade in a cacophony of grating sound that just so coincidentally resembled human speech in the ear-splitting screech of noise it made...
All present knew in that moment that Emiya Shirou was NOT normal by any stretch of the word, even by Campione standards, and that was saying something as they were existences that were not normal by definition. All three faces of the Primordial looked at the [Soul Eater] with the exact same amount of pure wrath that Shirou was giving off, and in that instant, countless blades suddenly formed and began to fire off and shoot its offshoots dead where they stood frozen in absolute fear of the Ancient Primordial whose bloodline it had so foolishly tried to harm. This was no fight, it wasn't even a struggle; it was simply a purely one-sided massacre, plain and simple as Shirou and [Xiphos] cooperated to unleash a controlled rain of steel upon the offshoots of the aberration before them without causing more than a simple stirring of dirt and dust as it impacted without leaving more than a bit of a perfectly tilled land where the [Soul Eater] offshoots once stood.
They both knew that was most likely not the end of the creature, but that was also why they used the particular swords they fired down upon the abomination. As soon as the things offshoots were dead and confirmed to no longer be a threat, [Xiphos] faded back into Shirou's Inner World, with the young Emiya collapsing onto the ground from exhaustion over what the two had done. Shirou suddenly realized just why the remnant of [Xiphos] never gave him more than a passing idea of its full capabilities: his body couldn't withstand it for more than a brief moment at best…
"...I had heard it before, but I had no idea his fusing with you would be powerful enough to be to this extent, kid..." [Susanoo] said, snapping everyone to look at him, all gaping in absolute shock at his words. Ena and Godou were chief among those to ask him what he was talking about.
"W-what do you mean [Susanoo]? You know what Emiya-san did just now?"
"Yeah Gramps, you know what King Emiya did?"
While the King of Ruin's slight stutter didn't cause much reaction, Ena's almost casual calling him as 'Gramps' was more than enough to make him twitch his brow in slight embarrassment as the other three gods present simply gave him a questioning look as to how she came to start calling him that without reprisal. Rather than question him about the obvious disrespect, the Sword Saint and Demon Swordsmith decided to answer in his stead…
"Yeah, ya see, while the little witch here might call that numbskull of a god she serves as the Strongest Steel, that title had long since been taken by another long before he ever came about, its just that her 'King of the End' got away with taking his title simply because the rightful owner of that title wasn't around to fix his arrogance anymore, the little bastard..." [Muramasa] explained to her, causing Guinevere to suddenly fluster at what she felt was an insult to her lord and her credibility, before [Masamune] intervened.
"While I would have been more diplomatic and not nearly as crudely blunt about it, I am afraid what [Muramasa] said is true. Her king whom had started to call himself the 'King of the End' as well as the 'Strongest Steel', while in truth the only reason he ever got that title was because the only other bearer of the title more worthy than he was no longer around to lay claim to it. He had died in the one manner most permanent for us deities: being forgotten. The King of the End only got the title of the Strongest Steel as no other deity could contest him for it...and the deity in question fragmented upon his death, his remnant fused with his mortal descendants until one worthy to succeed him appeared, but due to what happened ten years ago, his remnant fused with his last living descendant in order to keep what was left of his soul from being lost forever..."
The Sword Saint's words got everybody's eyes to widen as they realized just what he was implying with that statement...Emiya Shirou was the descendant and heir to a Primordial's power...an ancient bloodline that goes back to the beginning of existence itself...yet it would seem his mortal body cannot withstand his own power for more than a brief moment before the strain leaves him unable to move for more than a little while…
"...now I know why [Xiphos] remnant never gave me more than a passing idea of what he could do with his full power...my body's not quite strong enough to handle it yet..."
That got everybody to look at him, and the swords he shot out at the enemies who were also encircling them. Not a single one of them was able to escape. He killed them all on the spot. "Whoa...Emiya-san, if this was only an idea of what you could do when you receive full ability with your ancestor's magic, than I don't think I would wanna fight you period when you get it fully under your command..."
"Don't worry about it Godou-san...it's not something I'll even be able to fully master without at least a few more decades at minimum to get my body strong enough to fully wield it...besides this isn't over yet. All I did was kill its offshoots. The main body is still out there, and unless we kill that, then this thing is not going to be dealt with...I was able to mark it though...take a few of the swords stabbed into the ground and have the committee monitor any large numbers of mass disappearances...chances are this thing is going to need a lot of meals in order to sprout more offshoots like it did...fortunately it would take a while to gather that number of souls, so its not going to be able to for a while, but if we want to stop it, then we need to find its main body and deal with it ASAP...before any more victims occur..."
Everybody turned to Renji, as they saw him looking at the remains of one of the offshoots, and began to visibly tremble, with both rage and grief at what he pulled from the crumbling remains of one of them that caught his eyes. It was a simple medallion, but rather distinct in the materials used, with a rather obvious design of a pen held in a sheathe, no different from the one the resurrected accountant had on the back of his own coat. "...Arashi...you damned fool..."
That sobered up everybody at what his words implied. These offshoots were the remains of the [Soul Eater]'s meals, the defiled remains of those it fed on, and desecrated in order to produce more of itself. As for Reki, he walked over to his friend and simply gave him a rather comforting hand on his shoulder at the loss, as he knew that the accountant had friends and contacts among the criminal elements, and this used to be one of them. Although his face was hidden by the shadow of his fedora covering his face, it was obvious that the Phantom Bullet of Black Steel was pissed by the whitened knuckles as his hand balled into a clenched fist in his rage of such a waste of life. He was damned sure going to give his friend closure if it was the last thing he did. Renji was his best friend and something like a brother to him; he was not going to let this [Soul Eater] get away period.
"While the Committee tries to help track this thing down, I will explain the last feature of the gifts I have given each of you...Herc, if you would..."
Said individual simply nodded before walking forwards, he then held out his hand and materialized the very same weapon he used to slay the divine beast during the Saitenguu Incident with. He materialized it right in fron tof everybody's astonished eyes before dismissing it back into its astral form, demonstrating a few more times to show what he was doing. "...as you all can see, these weapons have the ability to take an astral form, making them always be on your person if and when one needs it. All you have to do is put a little magical energy into it to either will it to physically manifest or dismiss it back into astral form. Give it a try before you all leave..."
While the Committee gathered up the swords and asked how to use them, Godou, Luo Hao, John Pluto Smith, and Guinevere managed to get it to work, although Guinevere and Luo Hao got it on the first try. John Pluto Smith managed to get it after a few tries. Godou, on the other hand, somehow caused it to partially dismiss and dropped it while being unable to pick it back up. Shirou simply stopped and gawked, saying he was very sure that shouldn't have even been possible to even do, much to everybody's amusement. After about an hour, Godou finally got the trick down and managed to re-summon it to prove he could call it forth if he ever needed it.
Guinevere watched as this happened with slight amusement, before she decided to speak up again, getting everyone's attention…
"Sir Shirou...before Guinevere leaves, Guinevere would like to express her sincerest gratitude for this gift, however, Guinevere feels that Guinevere must do something to repay Sir Shirou's kindness. Guinevere has decided to do this by gifting Sir Shirou with an official title befitting Sir Shirou's status as a King."
That caught the host off-guard. Shirou most certainly wasn't expecting that, and curiously rose an eyebrow at that… "What do you mean, Lady Guinevere?" he asked with genuine confusion and curiosity, without a single shred of judgment or offense. This most certainly was a bit of a surprise for him, and he never really cared for titles or fame, but as a King, even if it's an unwilling one, he needs an official title to go with it. So he reserves his opinion on the matter until she explained and gave him the one she felt appropriate for him.
"Although a Devil King may have whatever they want and take it as they please, there is one thing they may not get except by receiving from another: they cannot name themselves a title and must be given that title from another. Guinevere has thought a great deal about this, and felt giving you an appropriate one would be a start to repaying your kindness to Guinevere..."
Shirou raised his other eyebrow in surprise that he never really thought about it in such a manner. Archer EMIYA the Nameless was often called the Wrought Iron Hero by those he helped in life, as well as the Wrought Iron Magus by the magus of the Clocktower, and that was a title in a sense that was given to him in the same manner as Guinevere was giving him one, so he simply nodded for her to continue with her proposal for his official title.
"Guinevere had a difficult time trying to think of one appropriate, however Guinevere has decided after seeing the way Sir Shirou used magic to produce weapons comparable to a God's authorities, the manner in which you embody absolute neutrality until you know the full story behind other's actions, and how you seem to possess a strong affinity for metal working and blacksmithing, and if the Italian King didn't already possess the title King of Swords, I would have given that one to you...therefore Guinevere has decided to grant you the title: King of Wrought Iron..."
The sheer impressiveness of how that title seemed to fit him was not lost on Shirou. After all, in a sense, his mage craft did make him a King among Blacksmiths. However, it was similar enough to Archer's that he was a bit uneasy about it, before Sakura spoke up… "It does fit you, Senpai.."
That caused Shirou to look at her, and saw her and the rest of his girls smiling at him. "'Iron is my Blood and Glass is my Heart'. It does fit you, Shirou..." Bazett and the others simply nodded at that. Not even Shirou himself could argue with that one. So he simply turned to the Witch of Briton and answered her proposal for his official title.
"Very well, Lady Guinevere, I accept your gift of my official title as the newly anointed King of Wrought Iron. I am most likely going to recuperate for the next day or two from killing those offshoots and putting the victims to rest...this is going to be a handful to deal with, so until this [Soul Eater] is dealt with, I believe it is best to take care and watch over each of your respective territories for any discrepancies in the number of missing. I will try to track it down, but I feel the best course of action is to work on taking it down together through a combined effort to watch for things like this. I will continue trying to track it down, but I would appreciate if the rest of you did the same. It would make finishing it off and dealing with the threat posed by it all the easier in the end. Once we find its main body, I intend to be there personally to make sure it will be dead permanently and no more offshoots remain...if even a single one survives, it could then always manage to revive itself..."
With a nod of agreement, John Pluto Smith, Luo Hao, Yinghua, and Guinevere all left in their own respective fashions, while keeping in mind to watch for the signs of the [Soul Eater] passing by. Godou and his girls left not long after, while the Committee then asked for further explanations of how to best utilize the swords Shirou used to tag the thing with…
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Soul Eater P.O.V.
IT could not believe it...It had never known anything but hunger, maddening and all-consuming hunger that drove it to feed, yet that meal proved itself to be far more then it could ever hope to chew...The prey proved itself the Hunter between the two of them. IT also could sense that ITs prey had somehow marked IT, and IT needed to leave, NOW.
IT managed to assimilate all the knowledge of ITs meals before IT decided to attack, and that was ITs only saving grace right now. IT was currently using the prepared method one of ITs prey was planning to use to smuggle something through the prey in charge of the area. IT simply needed to get out of this Land and into territory away from THAT MONSTER'S control. IT had never felt fear before, but IT does not like it. Being afraid is something IT was not used to dealing with. IT had never suffered such in ITs very short memory, but even IT knew that IT did not wish to ever experience that feeling ever again.
Sneaking into ITs chosen method of leaving without drawing too much attention, IT began to take control of ITs ride and leave these lands for the absolute farthest IT could flee to. Using ITs knowledge from ITs consumed prey, IT left, heading for the furthest place IT could where IT's next best meal awaited…
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Plutarch P.O.V.
So, the two have finally begun to merge, even sooner than I ever expected...I can only hope that Master knows what he is doing by revealing himself right now, when He is still not at full power. I highly doubt either [Alaya] or [Gaia] would have missed his presence. After all, for one it is the lost love of the one to make her care for life enough to bare humanity on her very body, while the other stole his powers enough to leave him a shell of his former self in an attempt to overtake [Gaia] simply out of jealousy of her relation with the Primordial Daemon.
I know that he never really saw that as reason enough, but to seriously do that to him for such a petty reason, even HE would not forgive that much after what the Will of Humanity did...all I can hope is that she pays for her betrayal while the world does not suffer too badly…
In the meantime, how would you play it, King of Wrought Iron, if you were in His shoes? I have a feeling I know, but something tells me I may only know part of what you may do and not the whole of it...after all, not even I could ever hope to fully predict your actions, and I am the Old Man of Time whose sole purpose is to safeguard the course of Existence in your place until you claim your birthright under my custody…
All I can do is wait and see...and hope things don't go too out of control to fix the damage of the inevitable clash...
Omake Special: Specialty Weapons of the Wrought Iron Forge Part II
Shirou P.O.V.
After the success of having built the weapons for the both Aya and testing them out, I had Reki help me out with making a certain polearm I saw in that show frequently. When I saw the loos on his face, the sheer maddened grin on my face was practically priceless in the hysteria I felt from looking at the resurrected mercenary. After a bit of trial and error, we managed to make it work...and boy did I love it...
When the Soul Eater appeared, I conjured it forth and proceeded to let loose. I fired a barrage of high-caliber sniper rounds and carved it up, all while with a wide manic grin splitting my face the whole while.
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"...is it just me, or has King Emiya finally gone completely insane..."
The only response that was given to that was a whooping shout of 'CRESCENT ROSE BABY' by the aforementioned Devil King.
A/N: Okay peeps, that's the chapter. Just so you all know, I was planning on trying to figure out a means to have Shirou use his newest authority against the Soul Eater, but couldn't figure out how to best do that. Instead, I plan to do that next chapter after he hunts it down and meets with Voban for the first time. Suffice to say, it will be an interesting meeting to write. Also, I plan to update the previous chapters and the Servant Stat Sheets, so if there are any typos I might have missed, then let me know. Until Next Chapter, PEACE OUT!