Where had I seen it before? His eyes watched the landscape waiting for an answer.
True.
EMIYA, it almost seemed ironic that he was called the champion of justice when he condemned a world or at least that was what everyone thought, he could feel it, as his instincts burned him at that moment, but it was no longer something to worry about or even think about. The contract was still at the foot as always, soon I would return.
The sand that flew everywhere in that desert fell on all sides adorning the landscape covered with swords as if it were something that could be worthy of admiration, that scene, could be considered beautiful to some extent, but for him, it only meant something.
Abandonment; each sword, a story and a tomb that showed how many people had fallen under its blade.
The desolation of not having had anyone else with him, as everyone died around him, the broken promise with his father, the friend he could not protect and the world he managed to save in exchange for his life and those of thousands, millions, billions.
Champion of justice?
Perhaps his counterpart would be called that, even his reality self he had been in could be considered more Shirou Emiya than he was at the time.
Wasn't it supposed to be the same?
A little laugh escaped from his mouth while the landscape was broken little by little, it is not as if he cared, once that desert freezes in its entirety he would no longer be in this world, it is not as if he deserved to even be in another world, being that he was the main antagonist of humanity.
But that was worth it, he let some get their happy ending, except for those who could not, their voices in songs hovered around his head like a requiem that would not stop in all eternity.
After losing everything and only being left with the only motivation to live, he no longer cared about the following years, he as everyone wanted his head, how he had to kill and kill incessantly, he as everything went against him ...
Resulting in his hands being more stained than those wandering and human heroic spirits, he hated himself, but after so long doing the same thing over and over again.
Naturally one could grab the taste of things.
I snort seeing the small cloud of steam that came out of his mouth, the swords he had on his back were comfortable in that situation, he had all the power he wanted, he could protect everything right now, but there was nothing to protect.
The only consolation he had left was that what was left of his loved ones would not be used and that the company he won was the best he could wish for them, he no longer needed that lying older brother, that murderer who without a second thought would erase someone.
Now they had good influence to be with, that gave him peace and could make him smile at least partially.
Questions haunted his head.
What if his adoptive father hadn't died like in that world?
If I had had Illya from the beginning?
If he had had that happy family that his alternate self had obtained?
The thought that it was unnecessary to think that at this point came to his mind, both his body, mind and spirit were eaten away and deteriorated, Shirou died for a long time leaving Emiya as a result, it almost seemed a bad drama comedy his life.
The sound of the ground crumbling, fragmenting and sinking was more and more possible to hear, the ruptures in his world appeared towards time, the gears stopped turning towards time too, there he was alone.
Dying again, fulfilling his goal on a hill full of swords.
I wish I could have shed some tears at this point Shouldn't I be happy for life and not accept death as I was doing?
The orchestra of destruction, the unevenness, the earth rising or sinking, all destroying, while he was at the center of it all, being the composer of that decadent waltz. The snow began to fall.
The fog along with the snowflakes soiled those swords that he protected so much and protected him, some without a name, leaves that the end of his history was accompanied by the end of his bearer.
His gray eyes showed longing for the scene in front of him, there was little left for it to end, there was little left for that destruction to be completed, for that world with so many twisted weapons to die.
Hell didn't sound bad after having been in that desert for so long. He was a mere withered sword whose blade could no longer be sharpened, he had nothing left. In addition; giving a little laugh, maybe he met his father in passing.
He closed his eyes while his body left the comfort of swords as a backup while the ground was eating away and breaking, the world lost the color it had; It had already begun, the gray nuances that indicated the decline of the world at its culmination called it.
"Save yourself," that comment was inaudible, there was no one besides the steel that was all over the place who could hear his last words.
"What stupidity"
The fragments of earth under his feet, the rocks the sky burning consuming at the moment, the desert was decaying and lowering the temperature at every moment, there he was, the fall, any surface under his feet disappeared while an empty opened under him, had begun and ended in that desert.
Shirou watched him, as the emptiness came swallowing him, his marble of reality dying every second along with the planet itself, he wanted to laugh, he had been the worst villain the world could have had, after all even in history Who was the one who came so far as to drain and kill humanity?
The real enemy of humanity sank with its own ship.
His white hair waved while his smile remained, destroying everything, to achieve what for him would be his everything.
What a hypocrite on his part.
- Can't you give yourself some more time? — those words more than a request were a plea, the woman was kneeling with her head against the ground while trying to bow as deeply as she could, she felt it, the looks they gave her.
Not only that but he could also feel the rubbing of a hand that was given to the back of his body that was now in the air due to his prostrate position.
The woman was dressed in a long black dress somewhat gnawed at the tips that fell to her ankles, the cold of the ground was felt with everything.
One foot rested on the woman's head while her cheek slammed all into the dirty floor of the alley where they were, the streets where she was were not the best, no, they were nowhere near decent.
After all, living in the city's red light district was the worst idea a woman could take.
Her bare feet were cold, the sole of these dirty due to walking barefoot for most of the time, while she wanted to cry, she still could not accept her current situation.
- I don't know... although last time you paid and with interest included—that man who had his foot on the woman's head was smiling, his metal boot was moving from left to right while applying pressure.
The woman wanted to cry, she was not someone who was happy with it.
"Please...—that plea was on the verge of tears, smiling complacently the man lifted his foot from the woman's head while moving the belt a little as if accommodating it, that only generated a more fluid thought on the part of the woman understanding the threat.
— better for the next one, remember the money in a week and you leave, not money and you end up as a slave and you know very well how long the lifespan of the slaves is today—at the end of that the men moved, taking slow steps along with jocular comments loud enough for the woman on the ground to hear it.
The woman raised her head with pain in her neck from the continuous pressure she had had on her head, physically she was weak to bear that. A crunch came from her neck as she lay as she could against the wall of the alley, I breathe between cuts and irregularly trying to catch her breath, she knew that she had to leave that place quickly, otherwise they would take it as a product without hesitation. More was too weak to move and with his body in full pain.
I put one hand to her face as she tried to hold back the tears and small moans coming out of her mouth. She hated her life, she hated it in a way that one did not understand as she had not given herself long ago to the arms of death.
He raised one hand and leaned against the wall and squatted his hair fell everywhere being his braids that at some point were something neat and neat for the eye, now it was nothing more than lazily intertwined hairlines, that while trying to keep his breath stable again, taking one step she stood up, followed by another while still leaning against the wall to maintain balance, she was on her way to her "home"
It was as if the gods themselves had cursed his soul so that he would never have a single moment of happiness, he only had the first memories of his childhood, the mansion, his parents smiling at their family laughter and affection, but not hard, all that was a scene that was nothing more than replaced at the moment in which reality struck with his whole being, there could be nothing but a curse.
She had everything, but that stayed there a long time ago, in the past all those moments of happiness and all the luxuries came down with the revolutionary army knocking on the doors of her parents' mansion, she did not understand anything, she did not understand why at that time, but later yes.
There were testimonies and deaths because of her parents, he was what would be considered a corrupt man in the law, but for her when she was a little girl her father was the most wonderful person she could meet. But for revolutionaries he was not, he was someone who had to be erased, no matter if they condemned the work or lives of innocents; for them their justice was absolute.
There was little left.
Her mind was clouded, she wouldn't be surprised if she had a concussion soon after, the blow and footsteps were not something she wanted to answer, her past no longer mattered, after all that, every home she fell into perished, every orphanage was looted or there was a murder, massacres, but it didn't matter to her, after all, she was always the one who came out alive, the cursed girl who betrayed everyone at the cost of being able to live, the one who attracted anyone so that in the end someone would end up killing everyone.
One week.
She had a week to be able to get an absurd amount of money, she wouldn't make it, the man would know better than anyone, she couldn't escape either.
Arriving at what seemed a more decadent sector if possible she followed a few more steps until she reached what would be a small tent attached to others, she did not think much to enter there, sleeping now was the only solution, she was too hungry to think.
He hated everyone.
That man who had long ago, who seemed to have extended a hand to her in order to be in a better situation, the naivety of the first time they showed her affection made her fall as if nothing in the worthless words of a person who now could not remember neither the face nor the name, only a great void along with a debt that he had left him for her to cover.
She didn't think about it, that they used it, that it was nothing more than a tool to be able to get an absurd amount of money at her cost, but there she was now, living out of thin air, counting every little copper coin as if it were the most valuable thing in the world.
His stomach hurt.
Finishing entering her "Home" she saw the only thing there, a filthy savannah that covered the small space of the tent and a few boxes she used to cover herself.
She stayed watching him for a few moments as they returned once again, the memories of false happiness, the little house she had managed to have, the man who told her he would help her; nothing mattered anymore.
She spared no strength to throw herself into her "bed" the smell of filth filled her nostrils while hugging herself, she did not want to fall low as into prostitution, but it was the only way out she could see, that or being a full-time slave that could reach the point of being taken to be the "toy" of some sect.
If she sold her virginity would she get enough money?
I hate the thought instantly, she didn't want to live as someone who with extreme luxuries, no, just wanted peace, food and a warm bed.
Speaking of the heat, she forgot the coming winter, the sub-zero temperatures would kill her, of course if she ever lived up to that point.
He raised his right hand while biting his wrist until the metallic taste was present in his mouth, after that he put his hand on the ground, writing signs that came in his mind out of nowhere, she never understood him well because of his knowledge about it, but it didn't matter.
Dripping the blood that was continuously coming out and finishing the drawing closed my eyes and begged, the small crimson glow came out of what looked like a rune while the room warmed up little by little.
—It worked—happiness was something that had not been concealed, of all the times I tried to do something like that it didn't always work.
Taking her wrist she saw the blood coming out, while trying to close the wound something fell from the sleeve of her dress.
That black card that was always present, he never knew when or because he had it, but he always found it again no matter if he lost it or not.
I lift it for a few moments while looking at that card, it was as if that card had been burned to that point of color. The only thing that was more or less possible to identify was that phrase that was at the bottom of the letter.
Archer
- Is it here? —the woman's face remained static, her gaze jumped over while a nervous expression peeked into her face, her eyes widened as she drank dry. She had slept for a few hours until the voices outside woke her up.
"The church claims that the woman here is a witch, the neighbors said so too—before that comment the woman had a dry drink.
She never tried anything outside her store...
Except when I use what little or almost no I had to make a potion, I couldn't sell them because of Church rules in that sector.
Did humanity really always try to bring out the worst in everyone?
The person who saved, was the only one present at that moment who had managed to make him fall and felt sorry for the older man, it was the first time he felt anything for a person other than her since it all began.
The footsteps finished being heard while the tend was torn from its supports and there they were, she sitting in the middle of a carpet, with a bright crimson circle in front made of blood and the letter in the other hand.
It was the worst scenario she could ask for to beg to be taken from witch to witch.
The men in front of her, all wearing armor and sword, the symbol of the capital's church on their chests while there were at least an estimated twelve people.
—So if it's true—the voice of the man who had spoken earlier echoed once again as the sound of steel being pulled out of the pods was heard, the woman dropped her hands reluctantly and without energy to the ground as she watched the night sky, the snowflakes falling while she could feel it, the intention to kill and lust.
— Use of blood for rituals, alchemy of blood, by the church and the empire that is forbidden, it is also noticeable that they are just simple things of low level, but that does not remove the curse that you always carry—The woman did not want to continue listening to what the soldier was saying, she pressed the black card against her chest while bathing her in her blood. He didn't see that faint glow that lit up for a few moments.
At least she begged to be executed only now, she knew the acts of "Cleansing or Purification" that were used with the supposed witches: rape until the loss of mentality, raped by so many men in the village until they get tired and burn her.
She saw the frozen landscape felt that she was swallowed by the abyss of the night.
The snow-filled night sky could only be from the same environment as the current situation for her, dark and cold.
She had tried to move her feet for a few seconds, but she couldn't, fatigue did not leave her, the blood did not stop running either, that was what she did not like when she used that skill, there were times when she could activate it at first without anything, but there were the moments like the current ones that she could not do anything without shedding her blood.
The wind blew hard as he shook his light lavender hair along with his small braids, his blue eyes had no light.
Or at least he wanted to believe that death would only be his end.
She gritted her teeth while standing up suddenly, instantly a strong blow prevented her from following such an action while falling back to the ground now on her back, she did not want this to happen, she did not want to end up like a doll that only knew how to ask for more rounds with the sole objective of being able to live a little longer.
She sat on the ground while extending her right hand into the air, instantly she herself didn't understand the how or why, but there were several purple circles came out in front of her hand and her back, she didn't quite understand him as or why, the snow under her melted suddenly while the smell of burnt flesh filled her nostrils, those purple halos seemed to illuminate those tents and their surroundings.
It was instantaneous, from the circles she could feel a familiar warmth emanate, for her it was as if it were a new extension of her arm, at the moment of seeing what was in front things changed, the burned flesh and blood flying everywhere, all that came from four soldiers who disappeared from the waist up.
It was his first time seeing such a scene or doing such a thing. The nausea came suddenly.
He must not vomit now.
Staggering and with a lot of disorientation he got up and although his feet skated a little and almost fell a few times, he remained firm in conviction when it came to leaving alive, the initial shock along with the explosion was enough to be able to get the valuable seconds he required, he cursed one thing.
The once-small wound on his wrist was now large and constantly bleeding.
More gritted his teeth and went on his way. Running through the alleys with all the strength I could.
A whistle from a distance made him intensify his step, instantly he felt it, the result of that sound, he fell squarely to the ground while his head was hit against the ground, a cut on his forehead was present causing blood to fall from his forehead and get into his right eye leaving him unusable for the moment.
A scream of agony was fired from the woman while another whistle was heard to end in her shoulder, that accompanied by another cry of pain, looking up and saw it, the arrow stuck in her being while tears finally formed in her eyes, she promised herself that she would not cry, something inside her screamed at her that this situation was nothing more than something simple, that the pain she felt was nothing, but now what was that feeling that distorted her mind that denied that everything would be fine?
The footsteps were finally heard, the armor sounded as they charged against the woman with the shields held high, the lavender-haired woman just crawled as she left behind di a crisp trail of blood in the snow that formed on the ground.
She hated her life, she hated everything that happened, there was always that feeling, that no matter that, no one would come to save her, she had not even had a long life to say that it was enough at once.
Another scream came as the pain returned, she turned her neck again abruptly seeing one of the soldiers with a sword in her leg, it was stuck in her calf and leaving her motionless against the ground.
He dropped his hands outstretched forward while his head sank slowly into the snow, his arms facing the front with only one thing in hand.
The letter.
She wanted it, that it was a weapon, that it would answer her call for someone to come to her rescue. But I knew there was no one.
The woman's mind was clouding while her vision darkened, the skin that was itself white was now nothing more than paper and towards highlighting some deep dark circles, I tried to formulate some word to find that no sound came out of her throat.
—She really was an upper-class witch in the end Does anyone know what kind of Teigu she used?—the woman turned her eye to see the man in armor, she had a look of disgust, the left side of her breast and her arm were scorched, the man along with the survivors of the burst attack were injured due to suddenly dodging that almost at the last moment.
"She was weak from the beginning, we were lucky that she was not at her best—another voice came out, but the woman could not move.
—Her father was such a respectable person, a pity what they did to him, and more painful than when his daughter was left alone she became what she is now—another voice, she no longer wanted to hear anything, she no longer wanted to feel anything. In fact the only thing he felt was the letter in his hand.
I wish it was something else at the time, something to defend against.
Your name? Between the spirals of pain she remembered herself, he how she grew up with the right environment, how she was cut off by ignorance until it was too late, she wanted to curse her luck, more she couldn't, she wanted to complain about the world for treating her like that, but it was not something she could do, that feeling that everything was going against her was always present, all that, so that in the end.
Medea de Colchis, daughter of one of the old houses of nobles of the empire, which ended up with her being sold by her relatives with hilarious excuses, stared at that black card in search of a source of salvation, anything would even be worth it now; even...
A sword.
pls do follow ReydePicas_ since is the actually writer of this i only translated it you can also find this on wattpad here is the link to it
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this is the Child Molester sighing out(thats a joke)
