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Dance with Death.

The Goddess who loved the Faker.

The first time she met him, he was nothing but a fleeting interest.

As a child defying the natural order of evil god. And by extension he defied her.

That made up her interest, however as rare as it might be. He wasn't the first to.

Though, she checked through his life.

And that's were the obsession bud itself.

He destroyed the meaning of herself by his existence alone.

Of death and life.

She knew of heroes to gods, even the immortal celestials to the concepts and other worlders who defied her.

Those who lacked the concept "Death".

However, they all were conquered by her whims through her influence in form of a gun god, knight arms, god slayers, beautiful eyes of death and even the Akasha herself.

Yet, he defied her in all sense, baffling her.

Quite the revolting thought.

Yet, it was exhilarating in a strange sense.

She saw him turn his nerves into circuits, an act that alone should guarantee his death.

Yet he merely lived through and repeat them for years.

She saw him split in two, guts spilled and his live beating the slowest.

Yet he lived, even though it was the sheath of utopia and the King of Britain that healed him, Yet his string of life would still persist even without the sheath or king.

She saw his nerves burn away, his spine torn apart by the Witch of Betrayal, nearly ending his pitiful life.

He returned with more strength ready to face to hell and back.

Glittering gold blades of legends pierced within him, turning into a living pin cushion, as the golden king who feared her, punished him.

He stood stubbornly returning the onslaught against the golden tyrant.

She saw him taking the All World's Evil's curse of death head on fiercely like a prideful lion. The evil god drowning him within the abyss of sins

Yet he surpassed the curses and sins, ending the evil god with the imitation that was brilliance of fae.

And there she, who was the Queen, the Empress of Life and Death, the Lady Death fell in love.

An interest turned crush then bloomed into love, an obsession that grew wild as a raging fire within the infernos of hell.

She peered through his life, in several parallels to the alternatives all within the archive of world.

Yet, his single line that rung within her mind made her descend to the mortal plains.

"Unknown to death."

"Nor known to life."

And she will make sure a new song shall be engraved within her lover's soul.

"Knowing death, within her embrace"

"Knowing Life, holding her close"

Death's lover.

A/N:

This... was actually a drabble upon one my wild ideas where Shirou charms a goddess other than the usual fate goddesses like Ishtar or Parvati that he is usually shipped with.

Basically, just my tiny idea, which, I decided to make up as a story. And honestly, I think I'm gonna make this more than "just a drabble".

A story focusing on what happen when an all-powerful-death goddess gets obsessed with Shirou Emiya.

And, no, I know that from my description it isn't as if Shirou is deathless. You may learn later.