I've written a time travel fic, a magic/political-centric fic with bunch of fluffs and lemons for you horny bastards, and last but not least, another one emphasizing focus on what could have happened if other mythologies took opportunity from the Great War, and it takes place not long before the start of the canon story, and various legends are happening on fantasy Earth.
Was that even english? Anyway. Just give it a read
Inspired by DxD, Fate/GO, and a bunch of mythologies and legends
Also, inspired by the God of Fluff and Good Characterizations.
A feel good story to sit down and read with a cookie and a glass of milk
Defying Fate
[Prologue]
War never changes, but it changed Lucifer.
The first few cracks were losing his closest companions one by one. Those who had faithfully followed him during the day of his exile, shedding their beautiful angelic wings to that of a bat's, and abandoned their old name granted by the Heavenly Father.
But losing Lilith was the final nail in the coffin.
A part of him died that night.
It was at that moment where Lucifer realized how terribly dark the world could be, and how meaningless the rebellion was when he could no longer fulfill his promise to her, to the falsely accused 'snake' who was blamed by the humans, when it was them who let Greed control them.
But there was no point. She was gone. Death had placed Eden beyond her reach. A light had been snuffed out from the Morning Star, and no candles could ever hope to replace it.
The army of Devils, the Infernal Legion, was the first to withdraw from the seemingly never ending conflict, triggering a chain reaction from the Fallen Angels who had no hope of beating the Kingdom of Heaven on their own without any other party to disrupt their attention. Thus their leader, Azazel, proposed a truce.
Yet before a peace talk could be held between the Three Major Factions, two Dragon Emperors appeared out of nowhere and laid destruction to the three armies in their blind rage towards each other. A common enemy to focus their attention to, as well as a rather convenient method to forge peace. The combined might of the Three Major Factions had successfully slain the Dragons, although sealing their souls to prevent them from reincarnating and causing troubles in the future had resulted in the death of the Heavenly Father.
But at that point, Lucifer had been too exhausted to care or cheer or cry. Neither side was keen for any kind of celebration. Each grieved their losses, and returned to their home to lick their wounds. A long-term recovery that would take them a thousand years to fully recover.
Thus the Great Conflict ended without any victors.
Several years later, Lucifer came to accept that not even ruling the entire Hell could fill the hole she left behind.
With the damages managed and repaired to the best of the Devils' abilities, Lucifer abdicated his throne. Zekram Bael, founder of the Bael Clan, became the Great King of Hell, whose first mandate was to name four young Super Devils from the Golden Generation to aid him in his rise to absolute authority, and to provide them with guidance and knowledge for when his time came.
And as Hell continued to prosper without him, Lucifer roamed the Earth, with fifteen crimson chess pieces . A gift from Ajuka Astaroth, now Ajuka Beelzebub, to commemorate his achievements of enabling the fusing of Devil's Demonic Power with a creature's dna, then using the magic provided from the Agreas Crystals to heal any damaged cells provided their souls haven't yet reaped by the Grim Reapers.
A gift that arrived seven years too late for it to matter to him.
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Earth, in contrast to the developing Hell, never seemed to be able to stop plaguing itself with petty wars and/or justified or unjustified conquests. Be it the human kingdoms in the west or east, the Vampire Counts, the Great Yōkai Clans, the Pantheons and their Legends - they seemed to enjoy providing souls to be harvested by the Reapers of Hades or whoever God of Death they chose to believe in.
And such a shame, because Lucifer vividly remembered the time when Earth was in its most pristine conditions.
The dinosaurs were a bad addition, though.
He did warn his Father about making those lizards a tad too big…
"It'll work out in the end."
Yep. Those fossils would surely agree with that notion.
For many years he observed the creatures fight over a chunk of land. Over a princess. Over a prince. Over a king or queen. For a prince the people thought was more deserving to be a king rather than the current heir. Easier for them to manipulate and control, was what those backers truly meant, but the lowborn rarely ever see through their real schemes.
Not for the Devil, of course. Detecting schemes came as naturally to him as scheming. But Lucifer never took a part in any of their struggles. Humans or the supernaturally gifted or not, he had always been fascinated by their varying approaches to their predicaments. From marvelously diplomatic to utterly pragmatic to absolute idiocy that Lucifer thought only the Greek's God of Stupidity could ever think of, say it out loud, and still somehow the synapses in their brains decided it was a great idea.
But that was what made them so interesting to watch. Just looking from the sideline as a silent spectator, occasionally smirking smugly at himself, knowing he could perform far better. He might not be the First Sinner as that title belonged to Adam, but the Devil of Pride was very close to the truth.
And yet again he saw an entire kingdom crumble under one decisive battle. A king betrayed by their own knight. By their own child they had cast out without sparing a thought, purely out of spite to the mother of said child. Her own sister.
A complicated matter indeed, but humans and incest had came from a long history. Who else could Adam's sons bear heir with when their mother was the only woman at the time?
That grim fact aside - the king fell because like all well-meaning kings tend to do, they placed their kingdom above their family.
So much of this could have been avoided if Arturia Pendragon had given Mordred the recognition she so desired. It was such a simple want as well. Even a gentle tap to her head or a tussle to her hair would have spared her from the fate of killing and dying by her own descendant. But no. The king had too much pride to simply allow a 'son' born out of wedlock, and furthermore, incestry through the meddling of the king's sister, to rule her kingdom.
The Great Conflict ultimately ended in a stalemate.
The Battle of Camlann ended with a kingdom without a king or a legitimate heir, and a kingdom with no king was a kingdom ripe for the taking.
Not that Lucifer wanted any of it. The King of Hell was the only 'king' title he intended to have. Kings have no friends. Only subjects and enemies. Not a very enjoyable spell for him considering he was fond of having friends. People to tease and talk with.
But other humans certainly would.
But Lucifer cared not for those humans.
But these unusual 'father' and 'son' certainly did.
He had arrived and watched as the battle began and reached its destructive end. Thousands of bodies littered the bloody battlefield. Hills were spangled with arrows and body parts of the dead and trampled banners. Horses heaved as they succumbed to their wounds. Riderless and spent. It was never a pretty sight. Especially to those who partook in it.
But Lucifer wasn't a part of it, so even in the face of carnage, he was able to see the beauty of it.
At the top of one hill, the sun setting in the horizon, Artoria "Arthur" Pendragon was bound to spend her last dying breath, regretting everything she had done wrong, realizing the many mistakes that evaded her judgment as a king.
As per usual tradition, realization always came late. Usually when people were about to die. Kind of a twisted epiphany that mocks your faults and fills your mind with the 'what ifs' instead of giving you peace before death.
But Lucifer wasn't here to bring solace to the burdened and dying.
No. He brought an even better offer.
As the knight in white and red armor fell dramatically into the ground, Lucifer emerged from his hiding. Not that he ever hid. He simply concealed himself with a sprinkle of magic and waltzed around in a safe distance while the two armies butcher each other.
The fallen king, though gravely wounded and was using her bloodied lance to keep herself from fully sinking to the floor, managed to take note of his arrival, and lifted her head with great effort.
His crimson eyes met her virtuous green. A trail of blood was running down her face, shutting one eye from fully opening. Not that it would help her blurring vision.
She couldn't decipher which kingdom had his kind of outfit as their main attire, nor that she really cared much.
"Who… who are you…?" Artoria strived to talk, feeling a great pain surging from the spot where her treacherous son had stabbed her.
"The Negotiator," Lucifer simply said, one hand in his black trousers' pocket as he stood before her, and knelt down to lower his face to see hers. "Your Majesty."
She had never seen this man before. If she had, then she definitely would have remembered his striking features. White hair, eyes redder than blood, and a smile that immediately told her he was up to something.
And when he effortlessly ripped away her silver armor enchanted by Merlin with his bare hands, her suspicion only rose.
"Relax, will you?" Lucifer chuckled, promptly admiring the body of a fine woman hidden underneath this chunk of metal. "I won't do you any harm. Just thought you'd appreciate breathing easier."
Sure her chest was no longer as constrained, but each breath she took was still painful. Even more so as she nearly choked on her own blood shooting out from her punctured lungs, forcing its way out of her mouth as its metallic aftertaste lingered in her tongue.
"...Ghk—!"
Lucifer swiftly jerked away. His suit was not tailored to be a bucket, thank you very much. Sure he could always order another one, but he hated being wasteful.
"I'd offer you some water, then again I doubt it would help."
"...Who…who are you…? Why...are you here…?"
"My how so fiercely dutiful to your kingdom," Lucifer smiled, letting it reach his eyes. "Even in your dying breath, your kingdom's safety is all you care about."
"My kingdom… is the only thing…" A sharp cough punched her gut, causing her to drop her lance and slump forward. She would have met the grass soaked in red if it wasn't for the mysterious man.
He had caught her fall, using his body to support her as her body laid devoid of strength into his. For the first time in her life, Artoria had to rely on a man. Worse, a complete stranger with unclear intent. She struggled to lift her head off his shoulder, but she couldn't even move her neck let alone her entire head.
Warm blood gushed from her vibrant blue dress, speckling some red on the black fabric belonging to the Devil.
Which Lucifer did not appreciate, but willing to tolerate. The dying couldn't do much else, to be fair to them.
"Careful now," he told her, kneeling still, "you haven't heard my proposition yet."
Artoria had given up on fighting. She didn't even know how she was still alive at this point. "...What is it...do you propose…"
"An offer," he replied hintfully. "A second chance."
"...What...do you mean?"
"I'll grant you the opportunity to fix several of your past mistakes. Mend your regret. But then, Your Majesty, you will forsake the fate of your kingdom. It is unwise for the supposedly dead to meddle with the dealings of the living." Hades and all of the God of Deaths put a great emphasis on that. "And instead of your ruined kingdom, you will serve me instead, and aid me in ensuring the prosperity of my thriving kingdom."
Artoria struggled to see clearly, but she saw the body of her son lying not far from her. Once so powerful now nothing but a lifeless husk. Despite her folly, despite her betrayal, she was a remarkable Knight of the Round Table.
"And…" Lucifer continued, "I will also bring your son-slash-daughter back to life."
At that, her eyes grew wide.
"And hey! Perhaps even provide free counseling sessions for the two of you. As… well, you see, me and my Father didn't have the bestest of relationships either." Nor did he share a better one with his brothers and sisters, but they weren't relevant at this moment. "It's quite the fair offer, won't you say? The best one you have considering your circumstances."
"...How did you know so much…? And how will you do it?" Artoria coughed another gunk of red, "Gh…n-necromancy…? If so, I'd rather die…"
"Ho no no. Nothing as vile, I assure you. You and your… son-daughter will both be brought back to life not as undead or ghouls. Both of you will retain your memories and your martial prowess… multiplied, even. As your body will be infused with the power necessary to keep your soul within your body. Demonic Power… might I add."
"...Demon…?" Artoria croaked. "Why would I… ever serv…"
She was slurring now. Not ideal, but Lucifer simply had to up his ante. "You'll be surprised to learn there are creatures much more vile and heartless than Demons, but no. I'm not a Demon. I was an heirless King once, just like you. Except I didn't lose my kingdom. Instead passing it on to capable people while I seek other methods to aid them without ruling them directly. You and your son's help would very much be appreciated, especially the world we live in is not so kind to the people without the power to fight back."
Artoria no longer had the strength to say a single word, or even kept her eyes open, but she was listening.
"You've failed to protect your kingdom. You saw how easily it crumbled after all those years it took you to build it. At the least, lend your strength to protect mine from suffering the same fate. There are good people there. Young people deserving to see a better future than one filled with mindless slaughter. If not for me or your child, then do it for them."
And perhaps, she could seek redemption through saving those that still could be saved. Within her final breath, Artoria managed to give him a weak nod, as she finally succumbed to her wounds, laying still on his shoulder.
With that, Lucifer grinned as he conjured the silver Evil Pieces, specifically created for him. A queen piece along with a single knight. The King of Knights had failed in her duty, but she could perform better as the Queen of Lucifer. Why? Because she would have the Devil to advise her.
And along with her, her son-daughter-homonculus. They really need to agree on a term and stick with it. Maybe after he dealt with this…
Nonetheless, the Knight of Treachery should be a fine addition to Hell's frontline. Without any kingdom entitled to her, there was not much else she desired than the recognition of her father. Mother. King— whatever. Artoria Pendragon was the key, and she had willingly handed it to him.
Yes, Lilith was gone.
But Hell remained, and he knew better than to think their peace would last forever.
His silver crest formed underneath the two fallen knights as silver lights bathed them. The rite was a surprisingly simple one for a result so marvelous. All he had to do was channel his Demonic Power to the Evil Pieces, and let them do all the work for him as they embedded themselves into the desired bodies tagged by his magic circles.
And sure enough, the breath of life punched into their lungs, as the two Camelot legends began to breathe slowly, at the moment fully asleep as their body adapted to the changes, and resting their drained mental and physical strength after their gruelling combat.
Obviously Lucifer wouldn't just leave them here while he sat around, possibly adding more dirt on his suit.
So he teleported them all to Hell, back to his domain, namely Lucifaad Castle, where he would then plan for his further 'adventure'.
Speaking of which, he wondered how the Maid of Orleans had fared… Could she maintain her faith despite the obvious political motivation behind her trial for heresy? Heresy for a repeat offense as silly as cross-dressing, so to speak, but who was he to judge how these 'free' humans decide on their laws?
After all, all they were doing was helping him in the end while dooming another of their great assets.
What was the saying again? 'Men's unjustly punished heroine of their eighty years war is the Devil's to treasure?'
Sounds about right...
To be continued...
Artoria depicted is Artoria Lancer btw, so she looks more mature than her son-daughter-homunculus-
And yes. It's set on an alternate Earth where history's all jumbled and such. No nukes gonna be set off here, sir.
Before you assume no. This isn't the kind of fic where Lucifer bangs the girls. They can develop their own relationship just fine with each other, and not necessarily restricted to Lucifer alone. This ain't no wish-fulfilment story m8
ANyway. Geddit AN? Cuz authors note? No? Ok.
Anyway for real this time. Follow and favos. This isn't the first time I'm trying to do a Fate x DxD crossover, but I sure hope I can outdo my last attempt
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