Summary: Team Chaldea drops briefly in Mt. Olympus to kill a Demon Pillar.


A loud crack rang through the throne room, the sounds of a shing coming from where the crack originated.

Pulses of red light shone through the dust, a massive white tentacle pillar with numerous glaring diamond shaped eyes glaring at all directions.

Furious, a dark-haired man with impressive facial hair called out, "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

"Argonauts use your Noble Phantasms now!" a feminine voice shouted, slightly quieter than the man's. "Paris, you too! Europa, call upon Talos while I chant!"

"Fire." The pillar grumbled, and beams of red light streaked in the air.

Seven voices in total cried out, all shouting their Noble Phantasm chants quickly.

"Divine Essence connected. Divine Essence excited. Power! Light! We ourselves! The love shining on the heavens! Dioscures Tyndaridae!" Twin voices called out, a boy and a girl.

"System Apollo, activated! Troias Barrel, check! Sunlight Over! 3! 2! 1! Troia Velos! Fire!"

"Come on, try to stop me! My chariot will run you down like a shooting star! Too late now! Troias Tragōidia!"

"The burning shadow, the bow of the far side of the moon...take all of my hatred! Tauropolos Skia Thermokrasia!"

"▂▂▃▃▅▅-▂▂▃▃▅▅■■■■ーー!!"

"I was the slayer of Ouranos, the only one willing to raise a hand against the Heavens," a red highlighted brown haired woman chanted with a nasty smirk on her face, golden eyes glowing, "I created the Golden Age of the Titanomancy, where humans knew naught of pain." A black scythe appeared in her hand, twirling lightly between her fingers.

Multiple Servants converged, dodging the beams of light the demon pillar shot at them. The self-proclaimed Slayer of Ouranos stood there, holding a fist out, green lines tracing the limb.

"Come now, my cute child. His love, his gift; thou, the bronze who protects me. Sfyrí tou Tálos! Yes, yes, aren't you energetic?" A gigantic bronze and silver mecha held onto a blonde-haired woman, before punching the pillar square in the center.

"Master, the Demon Pillar is nearly dead! Complete your chant!" Paris called out, his sniper rifle streaking golden light in the din.

"Discarded by my children's hands, I clawed my way out of Tartarus. Now, fall into the pits that once chained me, and be silent! Κοίλωμα του Τάρταρου!" The scythe stopped, before it's heel was slammed into the floor.

The Demon Pillar screeched in pain when the Noble Phantasms hit, plus the True Magic the golden eyed woman wielded hit him.

With a sharp noise, the floor cracked, a fissure opening into a gaping black pit. The demon pillar shrieked before it was swallowed up by the pit, the crack mending itself flawlessly.

"Master, are you alright?" Europa started checking over the other woman, making sure there were no open wounds.

"I'm fine, Europa. It takes much more to kill me. Paris, Argonauts! Roll call!"

"Heracles is tired, I think," Atalante replied back, the archer turned berserker placing a hand on the giant's behemoth arm, "Nine Lives takes a lot out of him."

"System Apollo still has a round, Master!" a cheerful sounding Paris called out, hugging his plushie to his chest.

"Not a scratch here, Master," Achilles took a deep breath, his chant taking most of his air.

"Me and Castor are okay, Master!" Pollux answered, brushing dust from her twin's clothes.

"Tch, demon scum," Castor sneered, looking over to the pillar once stood, "As if the twin stars of Olympus were needed."

"If only we brought Asclepius with us," Atalante noted, brushing over a scratch that marred her face, "Though, Caenis would be good too. Except for those gods over there…"

"Hm, yes, Caenis won't like seeing the God of the Sea," agreed the Master, sliding her golden gaze toward Poseidon, "He still hates Poseidon."

"Ah, Lady Artemis and Lord Apollo!" the berserker changed back into her archer form, dark purple turning into a verdant green, "Though, different from my Lady Artemis. This world is strange indeed. Gods still live."

"▂▂▃▃▅▅▅▅ーーー!!" Heracles roared, getting upset at the sight of Queen Hera. It was different with Europa, because she was grafted into the Goddess of Marriage's Saint Graph, but this was the goddess that turned him mad.

"Hey, it's alright," the Master patted a burly grey arm, "I won't let anyone hurt you, Heracles. Not even my daughter can touch you now."

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

Seven sets of ears fixed on the speaker, the same man from earlier standing at ten feet tall, in front of a throne.

"I am Kronia, pseudo Servant of the Titan Lord of Time. These are my Servants, bygone heroes of my children's era. Dioscuri. Europa. Paris. Heracles. Atalante. Achilles. We are from another branch of the World Tree," the Master stated simply, "Dealing with those who meddle with Humanity's Fate, as the will of the Counterforce commands. At least those heroes don't annoy me."

"What our Master is saying, is that we ensure humanity's survival," Pollux translated, curtsying delicately, "It's been quite some time, Lord Zeus. At least your features are more dignified than what I'm used to. And Kronia, you are repenting for your past life's sins in return for absolution. Ayala hasn't forgiven you yet."

"Thank you, Pollux. We need to get back asap. Da Vinci will be worried," remarked Achilles, "Though, it is nice to see familiar faces."

"Hmph. Pray you don't see us again, or it means your world is ending," the dark-haired Master said, "How fortunate…The Moriai have no hold on Ayalashiki. The collective of humanity will live on here. I walk with humanity, even after all this time."

A short sigh escaped her, turning baleful golden eyes at the gathered gods.

"Farewell, doppelgangers of my children."

She and the Servants disappeared into a pale gold light, a toothy smile on her face as she faded out.