Chapter 27

I hate you...Emilia

There were two…

The witch cultist stood aimlessly to the sides of the forest surrounding the village. They had already made there move, taking the villagers and placing them in the middle of the town. There plan to lure the half elf towards the town square and to efficiently deal with her.

There cultist already pushing through and hopefully dealing with the other inhabitants of the mansion. Though, these two cultists were having a strange discussion.

They both wore their purple cloaks. The ominous red eyes sewed in gave a very creepy glare, the only difference that could be noted was the height difference.

"I don't know why we're here…" Mused the shorter one as he turned away from the forest. His hands combing through his uncomfortable robes.

"Hold your tongue. If the archbishop knew you were doubting him." The taller one spoke, a faint shiver running through him as he remembered what the bishop did to another cultist that had doubted him before. "We follow the gospel…and it says…"

"Find pride…" The shorter one scoffed as he glanced at the taller one. His eyes locking onto him as he chuckled. "Honestly, do we really want someone like him as pride? He has already caused damage to the cu.."

The taller one's ears perked up. His eyes following his companion. A girl…her light blonde hair and blue eyes. Strange, her equipment around her body was something that he had never seen before. There eyes locked, but he was already too late.

Her hands clamped around the shorter one's mouth, as the strange weapon pierced through the back of his friend. The cold steel painted in blood as it punctured through his comrade's chest.

"You…"

The taller one was about to pull out his knife. Only for a demi human with faint dog like traits pierced through the tall cultist throat, ramming it deep into the dirt as he gargled on his very own blood. His eyes losing color as he glanced at the red flowers that were dyed with his very own gore.

When the cultist was dead both of the followers cleanly removed their blades as they peered over the forest. Slowly and quietly the followers of Flugel pushed through the forest, there weapons and gear shining from the sunlight.

Ian was the first one to make it to them. "Thomas…Nicola." He glanced at the fallen cultist. His gaze peering at the stab wounds they suffered. He glanced down at them. Thomas the demi human, was maybe fifteen while Nicola rested at the age of seventeen.

"This was your first kill…huh?" He asked. Their hands were shaking as they held both of there blades as they pushed through the rest of the foliage. "You did good…now."

He turned around towards the followers. The mechanic and medical corps had made camp in the forest. Prepared to fix up equipment or people. Dismas, had decided to split up the followers into different groups.

Red and green. Red was Ian, Lora and Graham's group who were being followed by the sharpshooting and infantry battalion, though there were some members of the flight corps among them. The sharpshooting battalion held their standard tether gear, while in both of their hands, they held the strange rifle.

Infantry held their lightweight thunder sears. While some like Nicola, Thomas and even Ian were planning on engaging with there swords. Using their superior mobility to strike against the cult.

Ian stared at them. They were handling taking the cults lives well. Hell, many of them have been handling this better than expected. Half of them succumbed to fear after what happened to the whale. Though, thanks to Dismas's encouragement he was able to steel there resolve and charged against the beast head on.

Lora, he glanced at the young demi human woman and could not help but smile. It was her…the girl that blinded the whale itself. He turned forward as the rest of the followers began walking. Ian shot out his tethers as he connected to a pair of trees activating his fire burst stones to propel him forward.

The rest connected and flew through the forest as they eagerly listened through the wisping air. "Listen, remember our plan!" Ian screamed to the corps members. The followers arranging themselves around there watchmen. Ian unlatched from a pair of trees doing a trick as he flew in between the branches, landing steadily as he pulled his blades free and used them once again to tether. "We are red, tasked with killing the cultist and saving the villagers!" He threw himself above the tree line, the other followers gaining confidence in their movements as they pushed forward.

"Dismas is leading with the green team…the flight corps are the best of the best. The pride of the followers." He spoke, a faint smirk over his face. "They are tasked with recovering those inside of the mansion and assassinating the archbishop!"

They broke through the tree line, the followers latching themselves to the wooden houses. They activated their fire burst stone, as they flew…

There tethers holstered themselves back to there waist. Their hands holding their weapons as they soared through the air. They could see it, everything!

The cultist who stared at them, speechless! The crowd formed in the middle of the town and even the famous mansion to the greatest sorcerer in Luginica. The cultist, there were fifty of them…

Ian braced his body as he connected to the street. "Fight my comrades…. fight for the freedom our true lion king can bring!" Ian triumphantly screamed; a war cry echoed through the ranks as they followed.

"Now!" Graham spoke to the flight and infantry core. There fire spears firing from there wrist as they connected to the ground, the street, even the roofs of where the cultist stood as they were blown away.

The villagers stood perplexed as they watched them fly. Faint fire sparking from there waist as they launched free from the streets. Ian followed, his left tether attaching to a roof as he used his equipment to push him left.

Two cultists at both sides of him. Both of his blades stood ready as he narrowly dodged a throwing knife, the blade cleaving through his cheek narrowly missing, though he pushed forward. He swung across, his blades evenly slicing through both cultist at the same time.

He was thrown in the air as he used his tether to attach himself to another cultist, the poor bastard's neck being pierced from his tether pushing through his Adam's apple. He retracked the tether taking the body with him, and with a quick swipe the cultist was no more.

Ian, his hand went along his cheek as he felt the warm sting of a cut. Damn, though as he turned around…he saw it. A witch cultist, his hands chambering a spell as it was aimed in his direction. Fire magic, his magic.

"Shit…" He mumbled as he got ready to try and dodge. Though, a resounding sound was echoed from around. It hurt his ears, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the cultist…it was like an arrow. Though, a ball pierced through the man's head. His form falling face first on the floor as the stone road trickled with his very blood.

Ian's eyes trained on the source of the sound. His eyes locking to the church building of the village, constructed cleanly of stone as he could not help but smirk. Lukas, one of the smallest of the followers being thirteen of age. The kid waved to him, as he began loading his smoking rifle.

The other followers of the sharpshooting unit. There muskets radiating as numerous cultists began dropping, there bodies falling like spent dominos as they crumpled along the streets.

"There in there!" A member of the flight corps screamed as numerous members of the witch cult tried to seek refuge in the many houses. Graham and Lora followed the corps and infantry as they readied their fire spears.

"I think they want a taste…" One of the members of the infantry corps spoke out loud. A resounding laugh following as they readied their weapons. "Give those bastards hell!" Lora spoke, as bronze and steel fire spears burst from there wrist.

The cultist now stood in the houses. Believing they were safe from the flying devils until…

A spear breached through the window. Slamming into the wooden floorboards with a resounding thunk as multiple breached, still carrying their flames. Though, as they peered at one and the other no words came out.

The explosion burst the windows as fire trickled through the air. Smoke littered the air as the followers began to pick off the remaining members. Ian turned towards the mansion after slashing through another cultist. "Come on…" A faint red tint formed across his face as he whispered those words. "Come on Dismas, our king…"

Green Team – Mansion

"Minya!" Beatrice's small voice carried weight through the mansion halls. The witch cultist stopping in their tracks as they dove for cover. The shards of purple aimed at them as they had to throw themselves to the side to avoid the shards.

"This is bad, Beatrice!" Ram screamed as she held her sister in her hands. Rem's body was limp. Her sister's arms draped along her shoulders as she threw out her left hand. The cultist beginning to surround them. "Fura!"

The wind cut into many of them, though some ducked and launched out of the way. Frederica was leaning against the wall. Her right hand partially beastified as she stared at the horde of cultist that kept on coming.

"Emilia…" She strained out the word as she peered towards her room. Her duty was to protect the candidate to the throne, it was foolish. The girl planning on defeating an archbishop on her own to save the villagers.

Another flurry of purple spears implanted the cultist though now they were smarter now. Trying to dodge and weave behind cover, even using the corpses of there fallen allies to take in the spears and to quickly discard them away.

Ram grimaced as she saw this. They did not even care at using there fallen comrades as shields. "Fucking animals!" Was this the end…

Beatrice's eyes widened at the thought. A faint image of a boy going through her head. "You promised, you would come back…"

Beatrice's eyes slowly closed as she blinked away tears. Until…

A faint sound of something reeling. Like a mechanized fishing rod as the windows erupted into a mess of glass shards that decorated the destroyed hallway. "Get away from my sister!"

The girl's eyes widened from the sound of the voice. "Dismas…" Frederica spoke his name. Only to be silenced the next second as spears breached through the destroyed windows. The cultist stared at them, only for the next second the flame to go out as a ringing explosion erupted from said spears. The halls being piled full of smoke as Dismas, and his followers breached through the destroyed windows.

They mindfully walked through the destruction. The hall now filled with destroyed wood and smoke. Bits of the cultist limbs were spewed about, some followers even cursing as they would narrowly trip over a blown away leg or hand.

There hands over there mouths as they peered through the smoke. Dismas's eyes trained along the group as he pushed forward. "Ram, Rem…Beatrice, Frederica!" He screamed as he ran towards them. He widened his hands as he took in Rem and Ram first.

He quickly let go a second later as he grabbed Beatrice's small frame and lifted her up in the air. His hands wrapping her in a hug. "Release, Betty!" She spoke in his ear…until he heard his sobs.

He cried as his tears streamed down his face. "I did it, Beatrice!" He pulled her tighter, as she slowly nodded. Her hand lightly resting along his back as she softly patted it. "I finally saved you… You're my sister…"

She heard his words as her own eyes widened from his declaration. "Betty, is your sister…" She repeated as his grip only firmly tightened.

"Your…my family. I would do anything for you Beatrice." He let her go as he slowly moved her away from his grasp. They quickly both wiped their faint tears away as he turned towards the beast maid, her hand over her mouth as she softly looked up at him.

"Frederica…" He spoke her name, almost unfamiliar like a freshly drawn painting as his hands connected to her shoulder. She stared at him as he pressed his lips against hers. She began to blush from the sudden intimacy as she leaned into his kiss.

"Ahem…" Bill spoke as he and the followers observed the two lovers. "We still got a job to do…don't we, si…Dismas."

Bill caught himself as he chocked on the words. His face scrunching up as he remembered Dismas's words from before. No one was meant to know of his lineage, it must be kept a secret.

"Oh, fool, who is this." Ram spoke as she glanced at Bill. His mouth tightening as he stared at the pink haired maid. "Couldn't even pronounce a word carefully." Ram scoffed as she clutched Rem tighter.

Bill's face flared up with anger as he stared at the pink haired maid. "The fuck did you say maid" He spat right back out. Ram was only joking around though as she glanced at the room she saw something. Many of the members were staring at her.

Though, not only at her but to the blue haired oni that rested on her back. Her gaze locked onto Dismas who stared at them. "What the hell…" He slowly murmured.

I know that they still do not like Rem, and what happened was messed up. Though, sure Ram was rude but why are they so tense, and why do they look like they are going to fight Ram? Please do not tell me because she was being a bitch to Bill they are going to throw down.

Though, he could tell…the hostility that burned so bright it could be confused with the fire that was near the explosion.

"That's enough…followers get your act together!" He commanded, though it sent ripples through the group Bill still stared at Rem. He scoffed as he turned away. "Followers, we must defeat Sloth!"

He turned towards them. Beatrice, her left hand tight along his own hand as he glanced at the group. "Where is sloth? Is he…"

Though, before he could finish speaking Dismas was interrupted. "Outside, courtyard!" Ram spoke as Frederica and the followers began to advance.

"Ram, there is a clearing in the forest north of here. Run straight there and ask for Rein, he's a friend and he will treat Rem."

She nodded as Dismas and Beatrice ran ahead. "Put Betty on your shoulders!" She spoke as Dismas quickly headed her command. "Those people…who are they!"

"The followers of Flugel. Those that have taken an oath to fight and defeat the witch…we shall wipe the taint of the witch clean from this planet!" Dismas snarled, the sudden change of the boy's mood caused her to feel slight fear. Though, it was Dismas.

She shook her head as she spoke the next question. "Are you their leader?" She asked. He nodded his head as a soft snort resounded from the little sprit. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just wouldn't expect anything less from Betty's older brother."

They both stared at the floor as they leaped through an already destroyed window. The sound of glass crunching along his feet as he stared at the clearing. Beatrice dropped from his neck as she held his hand.

"No…"

That was the singular word that came from Dismas's mouth. His feet crunching along the grass as the followers surrounded something. Though, Dismas already knew what they were staring at.

They peered at there leader as they made way for him to push through. His eyes locking onto the corpse on the bare dirt. Beatrice's hand tightened along his own as he peered down. Frederica was crying as she clutched Emilia's hand.

Emilia…was dead. Her body was spread across the bare grass. A massive hole was impaled through her chest, and blood was leaking free from her mouth. Her once lively amethyst eyes were now frozen and cold.

Dismas shook his head as his kneeled down. The half elf staring into the sky, though his fingers pressed and closed her eyelids. He was still sitting down as the followers stared at them. "Sloth, where is he?"

"Most likely, he escaped…" One of the members spoke, earning a scowl from Dismas as he stared at the girl.

Damn, why? Did you want to be a hero this bad? What did you expect to happen…why wasn't Puck here when you needed him the most?

Dismas's hand connected with his blade. Both of his hands furiously shook as he tried to think about what he was planning on doing. Fear, of what would happen if this were just one final loop…if this were it and he could not reset anymore. Was he willing to take that chance?

Why should I care…for the half witch? She was the one…the monster that put me in all those horrible situations! Why, should I care enough to save that half-devil!

The holster attached itself to the blade as Dismas peered at it. A scowl forming as he began to realize what he was planning on doing…

Though, she didn't know…she was just a tool for Roswell and Puck. Hell, I am lucky that I know better but Emilia. No, she did not deserve to die like this. I hate her, so much, but I can't…let this…"

Dismas, he took a deep breath as his sword was about to be freed, until. He did not understand…

It was freezing cold, though before it was a medium temperature. It was so quick, and he thought it was just his imagination that he felt snow touch his forehead.

He glanced around. A horrific snowstorm formed in an instant as his eyes locked around his surroundings. "No…no…no…" The word repeated as he stared at the crowd, now frozen statues. Bill, and the rest of the flight corps were frozen in place.

Covered in ice…there weapons stood frozen as their bodies ceased to move. Frozen, they were gone! His gaze followed the pure white landscape as he peered his head over the corpses of his followers. He stared at the village, faint statues he could see.

His eyes now filling with tears. His hand scratching his arm as he looked at them. The followers…all of them that went to attack the village were completely frozen in place. "Oh god, please god…no…" He begged, his words reaching his throat, but god refused to answer his pleads.

Ian, his body face first in the snow. His hands still clutching his swords as his crystallized frozen body stood out. The followers right behind him holding similar poses, even Lucas…the youngest of the group. Frozen in time, his rifle in the air as he tried to sling it behind him.

Please…

He could not find Beatrice anywhere as he stared. The cold increasing as he tried to peer through the snow. Graham, and Lora…there fingers intertwined. Their eyes frozen as they must of have realized what was going to happen. Though, they were holding hands as they both realized they were going to die. So, they decided to die with the other…

Kill…

Rem and Ram…frozen together as they clung to the other. Rem, her eyes sealed shut as she rested on her sister's shoulder. Ram, the cold and rough wind…it broke her sculpture, her head flying into the air as it fell into the snow.

Her face formed into her average annoyed expression. Unknown, to what was going to happen in the next second. Dismas, his eyes being clouded with tears as he stared to his right. A body falling as he peered to his side.

"Oh god, please!"

His tears fell from his eyes as snot dribbled from his nose. He clutched onto his Frederica; her corpse not frozen as he pulled her to his heart. Trying to use his body heat to keep her warm. "Please…don't!" He screamed at her.

Memories…flashed through his mind. Two boys…that was what she wanted. Dismas, his eyes now bloodshot from his tears as he stared at the girl he loved, her cold corpse resting in his hands as the frozen statues of his comrades stared down and judged him.

There was nothing…until. Mixed with the sobbing, the bloodcurdling crying…there it was, laughter that overtaken. His tears collapsing along Frederica's beautiful face as he screamed through the cold frost. His face contorting as he lost it…

Me…

Dismas Williamson – Affliction – Irrationality

The beast of the end stared at Dismas. His eyes tracing along the screaming and laughing boy. "Why…are you doing this!" Dismas screamed at Puck, his voice radiating uncertainty and despair as he stared at the monster.

"You failed…to save my Lia." The beast spoke, his words cold as the storm as Dismas simply stared at the corpse of the girl he loved.

His fingers tightened as he could only stare. "I tried…I tried... I tried… I tried… I tried…so many times. An endless cycle but I failed and failed to save everyone, but there is nothing…"

A hoarse laugh erupted from him. The beast simply staring as it listened to the boy's maddened rambles as he struggled to not break down. "I tried, I tried…to kill them all. Butcher, exterminate the witch cult…but the little half whore had to play hero." He blurted out; his laughter stopped as he seethed his teeth together. The beast unmoving.

"I hate you, and the half devil!" He screamed; his voice so hoarse…the scream so loud that his vocal cords hurt as blood spilled from his mouth. "I should of have slaughtered the half devil, but Sloth did it for me. I hoped she died like the dog she was!"

He snickered as a pained gasp came from him. "My Frederica…" He stared down as more tears came from his eyes. 'Gone…gone…gone…gone…gone…gone!"

His tears falling in her long blonde hair as his head thrashed around. A chuckle came from him as he thrashed his head around. The cold increased, it was so cold that he could hardly move his neck anymore. "Kill me, I am a god…immortal." He smirked, a disgusting smirk, though Dismas's eyes were frozen, the only thing he knew was the weight in his arms.

He strained his head, blood coming from his neck as he was his own executioner. "Come…flow from me. Go, to the earth where you belong." He spat out as his neck became even more crooked and twisted as he began to lose consciousness.

"That's enough… More than enough." He whispered as he felt everything go, free from his body as he began to feel lighter. "I've had it with this life…"

I hate you…half devil…

Dismas's free flowing black hair flew through the rough wind, as his head was carried with it. The only thing now was the beast of the end. The dead headless body held the girl in its hands, and the girl was already gone. Her frozen heart, broken…a lesson from the beast of the end, a lesson for him to understand what it felt like to lose someone you love the most in the world.

"Your truly slothful…Flugel."

Author Note

Holy shit sup guys!

I am very tired and I pulled a fucking all-nighter for this one. Like I got to go to bed bro! Damn, I am fucking tired but I have some things to say and I will answer questions down in the reviews of this chapter. First off thanks everyone for reading and I would greatly appreciate it if you guys could tell me what you thought of this chapter.

Well this one hurt my soul to write. Emilia, is by far one of my favorite characters of re zero and is one of the best girls of re zero in my opinion. Though, Dismas hates her...wasn't her fault this time but that hatred isn't going to go away especially after what happened with Puck. Hell, it's going to be worse due to Dismas's worst fear being realized. For anyone wondering Dismas fully broke when he saw Frederica's dead body, and Puck specifically froze her heart and preserved her body for Dismas to see.

So, thanks you wonderful and awesome people for reading this chapter and have an awesome day!

PS: I renamed the story due to the changing of themes. This isn't just a story about a gunslinger but now became something deeper.

Reviews

L33t Hero: Thanks bro for giving it a shot and I hope you liked this chapter!

Some Random Guy: Dismas is strong and could handle his own. Though, he is very mentally weak and his gate is very defective. Yes, he can cast both wind and yin magic but his gate is defective and the only reason he can use it now was due to Felix slightly healing it. Though, gates weaken when one goes through traumatic/near death experiences and Dismas in this chapter had went through some deep shit. Don't expect his gate to be okay after this. He also lacks strength when relying on others and his pride doesn't allow him to ask for help. He could fight Elsa, but mostly stalling against her...Elsa will win in all circumstances at this very point. Thanks for reviewing and if you have any further questions than write them in another review.

Vhul: Well I am sorry to hear that bro. I am glad that you enjoyed it but I am sorry to hear that you aren't enjoying it anymore. If you do see this then we will be going back to the roots in season 2. Though, there will be deviations they will be more smaller following the main story with a newer enemy or something new in the way. Though, I disagree with one of your major points. Dismas is not op and is not competent. Like he is in the eight or ninth loop. Subaru, sure he is weak but he is loyal, has a strong mental state, brave, and not greedy, etc. Dismas needs something to push forward for, but Emilia isn't a reason for him. Hell, he can't forgive Rem or Emilia for what happened in prior loops and he ahs issues relying on others. That makes him weaker, he looks down on his enemies and doesn't think. I could go on about his faults but I am tired. Listen, I understand your points but this is the way the fic is going until the end of season 1. The only promise I could make you is season 2 is us going back to the main roots of re gunslinger.

Alankordel: Spoilers! - No...sorry he isn't compatible but he is compatible with a couple others. I read the web novels so I could write some more chapters though it depends on how well the fic does and if I still have the time to write. Thanks for writing the review and I greatly appreciate you reading all the chapters and reviewing!

WiltedGalaxy: 1. Yes, but this chapter proved how it's going to be a long road. Number 2: Yes it will have major repercussions especially at the end of season 2 and if we cover arc 5 of the webnovel. I was inspired to write this fan fic to test my skills and improve as a writer. Thanks bro for always keeping up with the chapters and have a wonderful day!