Worthlessness
(Fate Zero x DxD)

It's all start with meeting between a man and a woman.

The woman was a nurse in local hospital. The man was her amnesiac patient who's trying to remember who he was. They meet, they do things together, they fell in love, they married with a child. Florence Nightingale Effect in full blast.

It was simple, run-off-the-mill love story. A happy family with happy ending.

Except it was not.

The woman was a Magus—a certain race of human who possess ability to cast a type of magic called Magecraft using Special Pseudo-Nerves called Magic Circuit within their soul that produced and can regulates magic energy. The power, the circuits, are passed down from parent to child. The woman inherit it from her mother who was a lovers of a Magus and happens to possess some Circuit, albeit could be count with one hand. It was only given that her son does possess Magic Circuits like herself.

The Grandmother only know bare bones of Magecraft, told by her lover.

The Mother only know what her mother taught her. Once visited the Magecraft Institution out of curiousity but grow disgusted with how things worked there. Swore to never visited the place even if the world ends.

The child, the Son, on other hand, was drawn strongly to Magecraft like moth to flame. Have been showing signs of Magus-like ability and activating his circuits since he was a kid. His desire to studied more about Magecraft burn strongly in his heart and mind.

The Son and the Mother would often clashed about the Son's desire to visit the Magecraft Institution and learn about magic. The Mother would always call it foolish and tried to made him forget about it. Ultimately, once she and her husband die, the boy would sold their family fortunes to paid tuition to the institution.

"...You said it starts with a woman meet a man."

That's right.

We never know the man's opinion about it, right? Or his background for any matter?

The Man never knew his wife and his son are Magi. They thought he was a normal human and exclude him from any magecraft-related talks. Keep him out of loop.

Except the man did know about Magic and Magecraft, have been studied it before. However, those knowledge was lost alongside with the rest of his memories pre-meeting the Woman, as is his knowledge of what he actually is.

...hey. When did I said he was ever a human? It was the Woman and the Son who assume he was normal human in the first place.

Even though the memory are lost, the Man's innate talent in Magecraft does not. His Sorcery Trait is very much alive and passed down to his son alongside with his inhuman blood. The Man did not remember it, but the family he hailed from has clauses for this. A drastic measure that was painful but very much needed to preserve masquerade as long as possible. It also leave some... interesting souvenir.

~X~

Belial (Hebrew: בְּלִיַעַל ) (also Belhor, Baalial, Beliar, Beliall, Beliel, Beliya'al) is a term occurring in the Hebrew Bible which later became personified as the devil in Jewish and Christian texts.

Belial (בְלִיַּעַל bĕli-yaal) is a Hebrew word "used to characterize the wicked or worthless." The etymology of the word is often understood as "lacking worth", from two common words: beli- (בְּלִי "without-") and ya'al ( יָעַל "to be of value").

A teenager with straight bob-cut hair paused in his reading, blinked once, before continue.

Some scholars translate it from Hebrew as "worthless" (Beli yo'il), while others translate it as "yokeless" (Beli ol), "may he have no rising" or "never to rise" (Beli ya'al). Only a few etymologists have believed it to be an invented name from the start.

The word occurs twenty-seven times in the Masoretic Text, in verses such as Proverbs 6:12, where the King James Version (KJV) translates the Hebrew phrase adam beli-yaal as "a naughty person".

In the Hebrew text the phrase is either "sons of Belial" or simply "sons of worthlessness".

A quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

"...why do I draw parallel between me and this guy? Oh right. Worthlessness." He spat the last word as if it was a curse. In some way, he did view it as curse.

His name is Waver Velvet, a First-Gen Magus and student at Eulyphis Department, the Spiritual Evocation Department. Right now he was rectify his mistake at jumping straight to Eulyphis which caught his fancy without enrolling to Fundamentals first. Ahh, curse his shortsightedness! It's like jumping at college level mathematics without mastering the basic adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing! Stupid stupid stupid!

Well, in hindsight he only had handfuls things to be sold. In fact what's left of his inheritance was the house's deed and the house itself, and bare bones of furniture. What's worth of money and not overly important to him, he sold. But that barely covered the tuition and now he's in really tight money.

So, yes, he jumped straight to one of "Advance" levels without mastering basic because he only had so much resources. And it bites him back in the ass. Hard.

Damn it. Stupid bureaucracy.

At least the Library is for public and he can just borrow books from there for free as long as he returned it in pristine condition or else.

Yawning, Waver rubbed his eyes and looked at his alarm clock. Ugh... three in the mornings already? Had he been too engrossed in researching that he forgot to sleep? But there's some books left. He had to cram those before heading to the bed, lest that jerk teacher publicly humiliated him. Again. For the nth time.

Just as he about to stood up and get himself some hot tea, a wave of nausea hit him. Following soon was the soaring heat send coursing through his entire body. Start from his spine to all of his nerves. Then his lungs start screaming and Waver began coughing blood.

"D-dammit... not again." Wheezing pathetically, Waver forced his strained-and-very-much-in-pain body to crawl back to his bed, in which he quickly thrown the blanket over his body.

Just right in time before his senses began malfunctioned. First was his senses of [Taste]. He can't taste the blood that surely pooling inside his mouth anymore. Following is [Smell]. The distinct parchment and leather bound book and the scent of usual detergent he'd use was no longer here. Next is [Hear]. Waver doesn't know if he was screaming or not, and if he does, he doesn't know how loud it was. The small mercy is the Silencing Runes he paid a former roomates of his is still working. Then [Sight], as his world fade to endless black that sadly had been familiar sight for him yet still maddening. Finally he lost sense of [Touch].

Gone was the blanket that probably strangle him. Gone was the bed. All Waver can felt is sense of failing into literal black hole. No sight, no sounds, nothing to touch or to feel. Only insane pain that droves him mad and threatening to turn him from mush, start from his insides.

Once in a while, Waver would've had his body in this condition. His body would take roller coaster to World of Pain and all five senses were lost, accompanied with his circuits would activate and goes out of control. Leaving him writhing in agony and helpless. Every time it happens, it would be worse than before. Sometimes Waver think he would die from the pain alone. Luckily it would pass sooner or later, depends on conditions such as his health.

He originally think it was a curse, but the theory is dismissed because two reasons.

First, he had it since he was thirteen. Two years before he attends Clock Tower. It was weak, back then. Only zoning out or losing consciousness for five minutes, tops. He was sure no one cursed him because, why bother? Curse a first gen who not even attends Clock Tower and not break Statue of Secrecy was a waste of time and resource.

Second, every time it ends, and Waver no longer felt like he had gone through a blender with water straight from Antarctica, he felt better than pre-BlackOut. It was small thing. Little increase in stamina, endurance, and/or agility. Better understanding of magecraft, and better aptitude to language lessons.

As if it was compensating for the pain.

If he can felt his body, and it won't screaming in pain at him, Waver would've run his fingers through his hair. Exasperated and more than little baffled.

It was weird. Honest.

~X~

Because Waver now was trapped in his personal Black Hole dimension, he didn't realize that someone had taken accord of his condition and decide to visits him. Perhaps it was good thing that despite his eyes were peeled open, he did not, cannot, see anything. Otherwise he would've screamed in fright rather than pain, and wet himself out of fear.

"Oh Dear. This version of Waver can rivaled a banshee in screaming departments." Kischur Zelretch Scweinorg grumbles as he fished out pair of earmuff from his Pocket dimension and put it over his ears. Silly they might look like, they were top notch earmuff. The screaming now no longer reached his sensitive ears. "Alright. Hearing, secured. Now, what's made you like this, boy? I don't remember any of your incarnations have something like this. Not even your female alternates who had nasty Time of the Month."

Preening in, Zelretch put a hand on Waver's chest and use some prana to use scanning Magecraft and see what the problem—

"Hm? What is this?"

There's some... oddities to Waver's Circuits. They were being bound by a powerful magecraft. It supposed to be delicate, but the process was sloppy as if done by amateur. If he had to compare, it was like put a wild animal in cage that was too small for its size. The animal of course refused to be bound like this and clawed its way to freedom. In this case, Waver's Circuits was the animal and the binds were the cage.

Weird.

Waver's circuits are normal for first-gen Magus. Why would someone bothers to bind them? That made no sense unless...

Oh! So that's it! This version of Waver was unlike his other incarnations! He is special! Who knows this Waver is not exactly mere first-gen. His heritage was fighting against the loose bind and come close to being unbound. It was only matters of time right now. And when that happens, the real problem will arise.

That won't do. Waver is interesting, in all of his incarnation, just like Emiya Shirou. Zelretch can honestly say he likes Waver. His biting tongue and his reactions is always amusing. And he was one of rare people who could speak to Zelretch without currying favour or be sly. Letting him get Sealing Designation was a no-no. What to do... what to do...

Oh yeah. His old friend was still confined to his room, bored out of his mind because the Bureaucracy and Trip-or-be-tripped nature of this place unchanged for over thousand years. Perhaps he would be interested in taking in an apprentice. This version of Waver is close to him in term of origin. Yup.

Grinning, Zelretch went to the desk and start writing a letter in an empty paper. Waver won't be able to read it right now, but once he's better, he will. Just to made sure the boy will find the letter and read it, Zelretch add tiny compulsion spell.

His job here is done, now time to tell old friend.

Things are soooo going to be interesting. He can't wait for when the chaos happens.

On the bed, even as he was unconscious and trapped in personal mental prison, Waver feel headaches and chaos heading his way and shuddered.

TBC