Ok guys so before we get this chapter started I wanted to let you all know something about Emiya. As any Fate fan would know when any incarnation of Emiya is having their big fight it always plays a rendition of a theme aptly titled EMIYA. Naturally this entire fight I listened to a rendition of EMIYA I picked out that I believe not only suits Emiya Alter himself but also Mordred as his opponent.
Some of you readers might think it's dumb but when writing these fights I often have a select soundtrack in mind for them so that way I can write them as if they were visually happening on a screen. You don't have to do this but I'm going to leave the title of the rendition of EMIYA I listened to on youtube below so if anyone wants to they can listen to it and tell me if they agree it fits the theme of Emiya Alter versus Mordred.
EMIYA #LEGACY (Fate /stay night [Realta Nua])
Again I thought this fit not only the fight but Emiya himself but I'm interested in what you all think.
Also to those of you who know what the EMIYA chant is let me know of what you think of the one I did in this chapter.
Anyway on with the story!
I do not own Fairy Tail, One Piece or the Nasuverse.
Mordred Versus EMIYA Alter
/Mordred's POV/
The sound of clashing steel could be heard as both Mordred and Emiya clashed, shattering the concrete around them as they began exchanging a series of fierce strikes between one another, neither gaining a definitive upper hand against the other.
Emiya used the force behind Mordred's swing to propel himself backward as he summoned two new guns to his hands and opened fire prompting Mordred to deflect several shots before charging after him swinging her blade faster than the eye could track in order to deflect the barrage being unleashed upon her position.
"Is that the best you can do Mordred," Emiya asked as he vanished and reappeared on the edge of the roof with a sniper rifle in hand. "Trace – On: Gae Dearg!"
'Shit,' Mordred cursed inwardly as the weapon was fired directly at her position. 'That's one of the spears belonging to Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the Crimson Rose Of Exorcism said to be capable of separating all ties to magical energy! If that hits me I'm out of this fight before it's even started!'
"What will you do now Son of Arthur when faced against a real threat," Alter asked before firing the Noble Phantasm at her. "How will you respond to such a threat?"
"Tch …"
Knowing that any attempt at a counterattack would be utterly futile against a magic negating weapon Mordred did the only thing she could do and dived off of the side of the roof, stabbing Clarent into the side of the wall as she skidded downward to the ground below.
"So again you choose to run," Archer sighed completely ignoring the massive explosion on the rooftop that shook the building to its very foundations. "How disappointing."
Jumping down after her Emiya was again shocked when Mordred suddenly propelled herself upward and landed a kick to his side knocking him through the wall they were sliding down before kicking off of it and landing on a rooftop opposite.
"You talk a lot about how disappointing I am yet twice you've underestimated me Archer, perhaps instead of flapping your trap like a middle aged housewife you could start taking this fight for real!"
Archer emerged from the hole in the wall with a deep scowl marring his already frightening features as he summoned a large twin blade in his right hand.
"Your words mean nothing to me Son of Arthur, only the orders from my Master mean anything of remote consequence. You, your Master Dragneel and the Straw Hats will all be stopped here Saber it is only a matter of time!"
"Keep talking shit Archer; it'll only make me feel better as I run you through!"
Kicking off from the building with enough force to shatter what little remained of its supports it toppled over into the river with the top portion striking the Tower Of Justice itself. The fate of the building or anyone involved with its collapse wasn't even a concern for the two Servants however as Archer began utilizing more of his speed in an attempt to strike Mordred down.
Appearing in front of her already spinning his twin blade around to the left Mordred blocked his strike with relative ease and threw a punch at Archer who caught it swiftly. Pushing himself upward he tried to slash at Mordred's head however she ducked at the last moment and used her free hand to push up off of the ground in an attempt to kick Archer away only for him to then grab her leg and toss her through a nearby building.
Performing a roll as she flew through the wall Mordred landed in a crouched position atop a fallen table, jumping upward as a series of aerial slash attacks began hammering the building effectively cleaving it apart as she burst through the roof.
Landing on the roof for a brief moment to regain her footing Mordred leapt into the air as Clarent began to glow with crimson flame she spun in the air and began firing back her own barrage of aerial slash attacks as Emiya redirected his own to match Mordred's.
After a brief exchange Mordred landed on the main street, cracking the earth upon impact, and almost immediately shot off toward Emiya who continued his barrage. Increasing the speed he swung his twin blade the weapon was no longer visible as a nearly endless stream of attacks tore up the street toward Mordred whose blade again began to glow the same crimson red colour.
Powerful swings began to cleave through the attacks from the Archer Class Servant as Mordred closed in prompting Emiya to cease spinning his twin blade and with a swift motion separated the hilt forming dual blades in each hand.
Raising his right blade Emiya blocked Mordred's downward strike and moved to stab her in the side only for Mordred to knee his wrist knocking the blade out of his grasp and into the air as the pair were forced to separate.
Jumping upward Mordred kicked the blade directly at Emiya who created another handgun and shot the flat of it knocking it off course as it sliced the corner cleanly off of a nearby building. Redirecting his aim he fired several shots at Mordred who blocked them all with the flat of Clarent before twirling it in his finger as the barrel began to glow.
"Trace – On: Crocea Mors!"
'Crocea Mors! That's the famous sword of Julius Caesar,' Mordred hissed inwardly as she raised her blade high above her head. 'The fabled golden sword of victory said to assure victory to those who wield it in close quarters combat!'
Firing the shot Mordred released a burst of power from Clarent that sent her flying into a nearby building, barely avoiding the shot from Archer's gun as it skimmed the side of her torso leaving a thin cut that began to bleed profusely. The shot continued on until it struck the top of the wall at the front entrance to Enies Lobby, blowing a hole clean through it as the entire area was engulfed in a massive explosion.
"I did not expect you to avoid that one Son of Arthur," Emiya conceded as Mordred emerged from the building wiping the blood from her side. "However I have finally landed a modest blow, the first true blow of our fight just as I did the last time."
"Who cares," Mordred growled in response. "This fight has only just begun!"
"The destruction around us says otherwise but whatever makes you feel better Son of Arthur, know that your own destruction shall soon follow that of Enies Lobby itself."
Mordred's eyes began to lose any trace of emotion as she took a deep breath, the sentient Clarent now flowing freely through her mind as she truly allowed the blade to merge with her own consciousness.
"It is you who shall know destruction Archer, foolish Servant of those who would enslave a world to their will."
"The goals of the World Government and my Master are of no import to me," Emiya replied as he shook his head. "The only thing that matters is ensuring my assigned tasks are completed without fail."
"You will face judgement Archer, Son of Arthur I may be however I am nothing like the Mordred you know and soon you shall meet your end by my Holy Blade."
Looking into Mordred's eyes before noticing the new stance she had adopted with Clarent, holding it slightly to the right with both hands prompted him to clutch his head in pain as another set of memories began to force their way into his head.
"I … I am not the same as him," Emiya growled as the blade and gun in his hands shattered. "I am Emiya Alter, a tool to be used by my Master until I drop!"
"Then drop you shall Emiya Alter," Mordred replied monotonously as she began marching forward, preparing to strike as Emiya summoned another handgun and opened fire at near point blank range.
To his shock however Mordred dodged every shot without blinking as if possessed, her unyielding stare almost as cold as his own as she raised Clarent above her head and brought it downward intending on severing his left arm.
"What is this," Archer hissed as Mordred's form gained a faint crimson glow around it, more specifically a ghostly shell of what appeared to be armor appearing around her current attire. "Her robes are not yet complete …"
Jumping out of the way at the last moment Archer avoided a powerful strike that shattered the ground upon impact, splitting the earth open for several metres in each direction giving him a brief moment to prepare an appropriate counterattack.
Within his grasp Emiya materialized yet another sword familiar to Mordred and moved to strike her with it as she brought Clarent up to defend from the attack.
"Another one!"
"What's wrong Saber, you look somewhat flustered yet again?"
'Of course I'm flustered when you keep pulling out legendary weapons from your ass! This time you've gone and brought out Hrunting, one of Beowulf's swords, the Hound Of The Red Plains!'
The two exchanged a series of fierce blows before Mordred gained the upper hand, dodging sharply to the left and with the end of her blade staggering Archer who wasn't prepared for her to twist the blade in a backward thrusting motion, knocking the legendary blade from his hands where it was caught by Mordred who quickly took several steps backward.
"Just as I thought …"
"What?"
"The legendary sword Hrunting this may be, it is but a pale imitation of the original," Mordred said as she assumed a new fighting stance now holding Clarent defensively in front of her whilst holding Hrunting in a reverse grip. "The real Hrunting would have rejected me the moment my Mana made contact with it."
"My weapons are all traced copies of the originals, indeed pale imitations of their true forms however that does not make them any less potent."
"I beg to differ," Mordred replied sharply. "Yeah you can use their effects however if I had been up against Gawain back in Water Seven it wouldn't have just been that district engulfed in flame but all of Water Seven would have been engulfed twice over and that's at night! During the day if you had used the real Excalibur Galatine against me my death would have been guaranteed in that moment, the fact that I'm still here proves these weapons are nothing but farcical in nature!"
"Farcical you say?"
"They are hollow, devoid of the majesty their original counterparts possess … much like you yourself Emiya Alter."
"So that's how it's going to be is it, slinging petty insults? Very well then Son of Arthur I shall no longer hold back if it is a quick death you desire."
"Nor will I," Mordred replied coldly in response as Archer summoned two guns with blades attached to the bottom of them and opened fire on Mordred spurning her into action once more.
This time blocking bullets was much easier now that she had access to two swords rather than just Clarent however using this fake Hrunting didn't feel right, nevertheless Clarent itself instructed her to do so therefore she would make do for the moment and ignore the feeling as best she could.
Kicking off from her current position Mordred continued to block the hail of gunfire prompting Emiya to also begin running just as she reached his position. The pair vanished from regular view as they began exchanging a vicious flurry of blows mixed in with some light gunfire as Emiya swapped one of his guns for his twin blade which he wielded expertly with one hand.
Bringing both blades into a cross formation Mordred blocked a hasty downward strike which would have cleaved her in two and staggered Emiya, pushing the twin blade high into the air as his right foot left the ground. Unfortunately Emiya being who he was already had his other weapon primed and ready as he shot Mordred in the left shoulder before receiving a slash wound to the chest.
Both Servants stumbled backward slightly as blood began to coat the stone ground between them, blood of their opponent spraying onto the other as both Servants took this as a moment of reprieve.
"You have gotten better," Emiya conceded as he traced the wound running from his right shoulder down to his left hip. "The Mordred Pendragon I am familiar with could never have done what you just did."
"I'm only just getting warmed up Archer," Mordred replied as she entered her offensive stance once more seemingly ignoring the gunshot wound she'd sustained. "There's more than just Robin on the line in this fight, you know that too don't you?"
"The Realis Grail War, naturally I'm aware."
"I have to survive, to be there to aid Natsu in winning it so the King Of Mages doesn't win!"
"Far too noble for someone like you, killer of Arthur. Of course you inevitably killed more than just Arthur didn't you Mordred, destroyer of the Arthurian legend. Millions over the next several centuries suffered and died as a result of the instability YOU caused when Arthur was slain at the battle of Camlann."
"I can't change what I did in life Archer however I can do everything in my power to atone, that is all I can do."
"Hn."
"What are you looking at me like that for?"
Unbeknownst to Mordred Emiya was actually suffering yet another mind splitting revelation as more of his memories returned, this time focused on a specific dream or wish.
If it were possible I would use my wish to ensure my reign never occurred … too many suffered and died because of it. The world would be better off without the reign of Arthur.
"I wonder about that," Emiya muttered after several moments. "Just what would things be like if such a selfish wish were to take shape?"
"Huh?"
"Nothing you need concern yourself with killer," Emiya replied as he raised his handgun to point directly at Mordred's chest. "I merely wish to see if it was truly a selfish wish, what would fate twist into without you here today?"
"What the hell are you on about!?"
Instead of replying Archer simply resumed the battle, firing several shots at Mordred which were swiftly deflected before shattering his gun and summoning a short sword and charging toward her.
Using Hrunting to block the short sword Mordred swung Clarent downward to block the upward slash from Emiya's twin blade with the pair butting heads moments later. The pair struggled against one another for several minutes before Mordred's strength one out and Emiya was knocked through a nearby wall.
Preparing to charge inside to press the assault Mordred was shocked when Hrunting was hit by something powerful and shattered in her hand forcing her to retreat as Emiya emerged, the smoke still rising from the sniper rifle he'd conjured.
"This fight is beginning to get good, do not disappoint me as I kick things up a notch."
Mordred found her head instinctively moving to the right in order to avoid a follow up shot but was shocked as Emiya began to run in a circle around her forming over five afterimages behind him from his raw speed. His sniper rifle vanished and in its place spawned the twin blade once again however he split it apart at the centre of its grip to form two separate blades and charged inward to strike her directly.
Jumping backward and landing on the stone ground with an audible crack she dug her heels in as Emiya unleashed a barrage of furious slash attacks against her. Hit after hit sent her skidding down the street, despite blocking the strikes the force behind them was too much for her to hold back.
She felt Clarent's will flooding every part of her being, hundreds of calculations and strategies flooding her mind for a way to defeat Emiya however none were particularly viable at the moment, more specifically in the current moment.
Unable to break free from the onslaught with no sign whatsoever that Emiya was going to slow down Mordred was effectively stuck on the defensive as they found themselves before the courthouse of Enies Lobby, the building the Straw Hats had stood atop when making their bold declaration earlier.
Her foot bumped the stairs as she felt herself beginning to fall backward, it was the slip up Emiya needed as he landed over a dozen brutal slashes to her exposed flesh before kicking Mordred in the head which sent her flying through the closed set of double doors and to roll to a stop before the place a judge would normally be sitting.
Unfortunately said judge was already dead in the corner having tried to fight Zoro earlier on in the day.
"D-damn," Mordred winced as blood began to stream through her clenched teeth. "That hurts …"
Slowly staggering to her feet Mordred cried out in pain as a gunshot rang out through the courthouse, its source being Emiya who walked through the destroyed doors with an impassive gaze as her now kneeling form.
"This is Justice Mordred, cold and calculated Absolute Justice. For too long you have escaped punishment for your crimes but fear not for today I shall absolve you of them, by severing you from this world and the only Master who could ever care for such a despicable Servant."
"The hell do you mean," Mordred growled. "I acknowledge what I did was wrong and use the time I have as a Servant to try and do something meaningful, helping Natsu is probably the best form of atonement I could get!?"
"Precisely why both it and his very presence shall be denied from here on out," Emiya replied as he placed the barrel of his gun up against Mordred's forehead. "Your punishment was always to suffer as others receive what you shall never have, to be torn from anything that could possibly end said suffering. That is how it always has been, so says the Counter Force."
"You're an Alter," Mordred spat back with a deathly gaze. "You're helping the World Government and are known for being untrustworthy; I'm not believing a word you say!"
"It really doesn't matter," Emiya sighed. "Return to the throne and contemplate this failure, Mordred Pendragon."
Before he could pull the trigger Emiya felt his body begin to seize up. It wasn't from some poison, outside interference or change in Gravity, no this was something far more primal. The eyes of Mordred had him pinned into place, those cold emerald eyes trying to convey that he was nothing more than a dead man.
The feeling went away and he pulled the trigger instantly however his moment of opportunity had already passed. The bullet was caught just as it tapped Mordred's forehead as her helmet materialized around it to freeze it in place with Mordred herself swiftly performing an upper slash on Emiya coating both herself and the courthouse floor with his blood as the Servant staggered backward.
Manually removing her helmet Mordred pulled the bullet out and tossed it away before dispelling it once more, her cold gaze never once letting up as she entered a defensive stance.
"Did you really think I was just gonna keel over and die after everything I've been through up until now?"
Emiya stood rigid, ignoring the two bleeding gashes across his body in favour of focusing all his attention on Mordred, his eyes locked onto Mordred's own as the pair sized each other up once more.
"You have the same tenacity but I wonder …"
"If you aren't gonna make the first move then I guess I will, this time it's gonna be different!"
Vanishing from sight Emiya found himself leaning backward as Mordred narrowly missed a horizontal slash. His eyes caught the after effects of the attack as the entire front section of the courthouse was cut as debris began to rain down around the entrance.
'She isn't playing around anymore is she …'
"If you think that I'm just gonna let you walk all over me you're dreaming," Mordred cried as she began hurling slash after slash, slicing and dicing the area behind Emiya as he was forced to dodge the deadly strikes.
Multiple afterimages of Emiya began to appear all around the courthouse interior, many standing atop the various ledges whilst others stood scattered throughout the main hall yet all held the same shimmer.
"Now this is more like it, show me more of this determination!"
Mordred found herself on the defensive again as dozens of Emiya's began attacking her from both near and afar, though in reality the real Emiya was simply moving so fast he was able to pull off attacks far quicker than usual.
Blocking dozens of slash attacks Mordred jumped backward as a hail of gunfire shredded her previous position before returning fire with dozens of aerial slash attacks that tore large gaping holes in the building, shredding the images of Emiya upon impact.
Kicking off from her defensive position Mordred spun Clarent around whilst sailing through the air at such a speed that the blade vanished from view and in its place was an almost reddish coloured tornado coating her form.
"What is this …?"
"I told you Archer that I'm not gonna be as easy to take down as last time, this is the result of my growth! Feel it now Archer," Mordred growled as the real Archer's form came into view.
"Impossible, you can track my speed!"
"This is a new technique I got an idea for after hearing about something Zoro did, who said you can't learn something from those below you! One Sword Style: Clarent Great Aero Drill!"
Emiya grunted as Mordred's blade tore his skin apart. With the wind like apparition around Mordred in reality being Clarent itself it was no surprise that the attack was going to hurt however Emiya's body was riddled with large gashes as Mordred sailed past before slamming into the back wall of the courthouse.
Standing stock still Emiya shook, the afterimages disappearing as he dropped to his knees before falling face first on the ground unconscious. His sword and gun hit the ground with a resounding clang just as Mordred tore herself from the wall, also on one knee as she clenched Clarent tightly.
Her breathing was laboured as the pain from her wounds began to finally hit her, a small grin beginning to etch its way onto her face.
"I-I did it …"
Coughing slightly Mordred released several globs of blood from her mouth prompting her to remember the situation at hand and that the fight was far from over. The battle damage she'd sustained in Water Seven was now much worse thanks to the damage she'd received from Archer here in Enies Lobby … however she would indeed survive.
Slowly rising to her feet Mordred began walking toward the front of the courthouse with shaky steps. She had just reached the doors when the feeling of Clarent as well as her own instincts went haywire, both screaming for her to turn around.
And so turn she did.
"What … but how!"
To her shock Emiya was rising to his feet, the signature sign of a Servant dissipating present however Emiya simply refused to do so, a golden glow in his eyes as well as his wounds as he summoned his two signature handguns with the bladed attachments to his side.
"But this can't be-!"
Mordred wasn't prepared for the suddenness of the attack as Emiya unleashed a barrage of bullets in her direction, the first dozen deflected whilst the rest landed effectively shredding her to pieces as she was knocked back into the nearby wall.
Eventually Emiya ceased firing as Mordred slumped down against the wall leaving a blood trail, bullet holes lining her form as Emiya slowly began his approach.
'This … can't be …,' Mordred thought as her vision began to blur. 'He was done, his body even now seems to be fading back toward the Throne yet still he walks!'
Gritting her teeth as she slowly began to force herself to her feet, using Clarent as support, Mordred let out an almost inhuman growl prompting Archer to cease his approach.
Her entire form was coated in blood from the countless blade and gunshot wounds she'd sustained, her mouth and nose could have been mistaken for makeshift waterfalls of the substance with it even staining her blonde hair.
"Archer …"
Emiya did not respond and instead simply let his weapons shatter prompting Mordred to cock her head to the side in confusion.
"You … you would show mercy on me now, or is it pity?"
Instead of answering a single shot pistol appeared in Emiya's right hand, pointed directly at Mordred's shaking form. For a brief moment Mordred's confusion only increased until the entire gun began to glow.
"I see …"
I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body and fire is my blood
I have created over a thousand blades
Unknown to death, nor known to life
My mind is a blank canvas, canvas of blood
Through life I fight and my sense of self discard
Shunning the light and the dark I do embrace
Dispensing judgement in a hail of metallic fire
Yet this cold black heart shall never know rest
Blood of iron, mind of void
A plea of salvation, a resounding denial
An endless struggle known only unto this body
From the pain comes a herald bearing many weapons
A gift from the void shall bring an end to the dark
For the child who fell for the blade
And so I pray
"It's you …"
"Noble Phantasm Release: Unlimited Lost Works!"
From his gun Emiya fired a strange dark sphere which closed the distance between the pair almost instantly. The sphere penetrated Mordred's gut and in that instant she knew pain.
True, unfathomable pain.
Blades of all shapes and sizes began to escape Mordred's body, tearing up her insides as she fell to the floor writhing in agony.
She now knew her foe, more specifically she figured out exactly who specifically Emiya was as her pain induced mind wandered back to a memory from her time on the Throne Of Heroes.
/Flashback/
"You have returned my King," Agravain said with a slight bow. "I trust you were successful?"
"I was indeed; my Master and I did indeed win the Holy Grail War."
"So did you make your wish Father," Mordred asked only to be shot down with a glare. "Was just asking …"
"As forward as the question is I too would like to know my King," Gawain said as he stepped forward. "Did you indeed wish for a future where you were not King?"
"I-I was going to however …"
"However?"
"The Grail stopped me …"
"It stopped you," Agravain replied genuinely confused. "How could it stop you, a defensive mechanism of sorts?"
"I do not know the specifics however it prevented me from making the wish by showing me … the result of my wish."
"So it showed you what the world would be like without King Arthur and the Knights of the Round?"
"Yes and I saw something within that future that made me reconsider …"
"And what was that my King?"
"It was the fate of my Master should I never impact his life," Artoria replied solemnly prompting many of the Knights to raise questioning eyebrows.
Mordred being the brash girl that she was completely ignored formality and firmly decided to voice her own question rather than avoid it like her fellow Knights of the Round.
"So you didn't make your wish because your Master would've been affected by it? Do you like him or something?"
"MORDRED!"
"That was out of line Sir Mordred!"
"It is true," Artoria replied shocking everyone including Mordred who didn't actually expect the answer to be correct. "I do harbor some feelings toward the one who was my Master and those did indeed influence my decision. However you must understand that it was not simply his fate nor my somewhat attraction toward him that influenced my decision, it was what he would ultimately become."
"Was it truly that terrible my King?"
"It was a fate I wish on no one, a fate I myself can somewhat sympathize with. To that end I refused to have that particular wish granted and instead made a different one that would not affect him in any way, shape or form."
"So what was your Master's name anyway," Gawain asked as a small smile graced Artoria's lips.
"Emiya. Shirou Emiya."
/Flashback End/
It was clear now that this Servant before her bearing the name Emiya was indeed what her Father saw through the eyes of the Holy Grail. A cold, calculating and unfeeling machine that lived only to fight and kill at his Master's discretion.
Now she understood why her Father didn't want to make such a person come to life, a living version of this man would have been an absolute monster, a nightmare for all humans to come across as he butchered his way through life without so much as a glance at his victims.
"It appears you have discovered it Mordred."
Through the chaos that was the pain she was feeling Mordred felt a voice pierce through her agony. It felt soothing yet also stern at the same time, tired yet very much alert and awake.
"I know you are suffering Mordred however there is much we must still do, more we can still do for Master Natsu. You must rise Mordred, fight this pain and slay the machine that is EMIYA!"
But how could she as thousands of blades tore through her flesh in an effort to escape, how was she supposed to fight through all that?
"Once you may not have been worthy but you have changed Mordred Pendragon, for the better I assure you. Once you were unworthy of this blade however now you stand as its most worthy successor, heir to the throne of Arthur you truly have become yet if you fall here this one single chance at achieving that dream shall be forever lost to you."
"Forever … lost," Mordred ground out through the pain as she felt some sense of herself return from the pain.
"Rise above this pain Mordred just like Arthur would have," the voice commanded. "Prove to me that you are worthy to be my wielder and RISE!"
Everything came back to her with the last sentence from the voice, the pain becoming secondary as she felt herself robotically rising to her feet. Clarent, the voice was Clarent itself commanding her to keep fighting, asking her to prove her worthiness to wield her.
Even as the blades continued to escape from the small sphere that had made itself home in her gut Mordred ignored it as she stood stoically before a shocked Emiya Alter.
"I understand now why you kept saying all those things during our fight; you were her Master in life weren't you?"
"You know nothing Son of Arthur," Archer snapped as his glowing form summoned the twin blade to his side once more.
"You never had her by your side during the Grail War and suffered didn't you? Her selfishness led to what you became in order to survive what followed, Shirou Emiya …"
Emiya charged toward her however Mordred had already raised Clarent high above her head, a pillar of pure red light bursting through the roof which easily obliterated the entire top half and everyone in it.
"Allow me to put you to rest once more Shirou, for both my Father's and your own sake. Noble Phantasm Release: Clarent!"
Bringing Clarent down the entire building save for the front portion she had been standing in was eclipsed in the red pillar of light, the blast that followed splitting Enies Lobby in two from her attacks firing point all the way to the sea where the two Giants had once stood guard over the front gate.
Once her attack died down Emiya's Noble Phantasm ceased giving her body the reprieve it desired above all else however she was shocked to see Emiya still standing in the same spot he had been before being hit by the blast.
"Don't tell me …"
"You did well … Mordred … Pendragon …"
Falling face first as his weapon hit the floor making a resounding clang Archer finally dissipated leaving behind nothing more than a bloody outline and the signs of the massive battle that the pair had.
Mordred was panting heavily as the reality of what just happened finally hit her. Dropping to one knee she could already feel the Magic supply from Natsu fixing up her internal wounds along with several of her more serious external ones as a small smile wormed its way onto her face.
"I did it … I beat Emiya!"
Her eyes soon shot to Clarent which was silent once more, not that she was going to be mad though. Clarent was there for her when she needed it of course that much had been proven today and she had little doubt Clarent was in her corner from this day forward.
Suddenly Mordred felt a wave of exhaustion slam into her with Clarent vanishing from her hand. Of course, naturally she would need to sleep in order for Natsu's Magic supply to do its job properly and she was more than happy to oblige it as she felt her eyelids grow heavy.
Mordred slumped to the ground unconscious, unaware that an entire squad of Marines had been waiting for the opportunity to jump her should she survive Archer.
She also wasn't aware of their cries of terror as they all found themselves impaled on shadow spikes, their dying screams falling upon deaf ears as Mordred's unconscious form slowly sank into a pool of shadow.
Tales From The Tale Verse
Alucard's Worldwide Tour – Now With 80% More Vampire Nazis V
Transylvanian Homecoming: Our Humble Antagonist Returns
"What a mess," Alucard sighed as he blew a hole through several Werewolves that had tried to jump him. "The whole place is going to need a good clean yet all the staff are lazing about the place!"
"That joke was pretty crap Alucard," Seras replied dryly as she held back a group of Vampires by slicing and dicing them until nothing but red paste remained.
"Yeah I'll give you that, having some of your old staff turn against you really doesn't help when you want to tell some jokes."
"We're killing Dimitri even though you feel sad about all this aren't we?"
"Oh yeah one hundred percent Seras that prick is gonna die tonight," Alucard replied quickly as he gunned down several Spriggans that began charging down the hallway toward them. "Take my hand, Draculina …"
"Of course," Seras replied as she took Alucard's outstretched hand as they were warped across the castle to the tallest spire overlooking the grounds.
"Wow," Alucard muttered in surprise. "That is a rather sizeable army out there isn't it?"
"There are at least a few thousand supernatural creatures out there," Seras agreed. "So what do we do?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Kill Dimitri?"
"Bingo! Minions always flee after the big baddie has been taken out because then they know they stand no chance!"
"Where do you think he is though?"
"Probably hiding in the town somewhere or fled by now I'd say, better check the town just to be safe?"
"So he's not here?"
"No I felt him slip through the wards ages ago, he's not here."
"What do we do with the you know what?"
"I'll hang onto it for the moment however if worst comes to worst I'll send it to some friends in Equilibrius to hold onto. We don't need any more incidents coming from mortals being corrupted!"
"I don't know if I should be offended by that or not …"
"Come now Seras you're the good kind of mortal!"
"The good kind?"
"The kind that became my little Draculina kind!"
"Heh, fair point. We should move since that Giant there looks pretty mad."
Peering out the window Alucard saw the Giant hurling a massive flaming boulder so he warped the pair away from the castle just in time to witness the rock smash the entire tower to bits.
"Seras I have a job for you."
"Sure what is it?"
"I leave Dimitri's death to you."
"I'm flattered you'd give me the honours but why exactly?"
"Because I've got a little recruitment drive to do you see," Alucard replied as his Crimson Red eyes began to glow ominously in the darkness.
"Oh I get it, got it! "Actually you know what I think I might do the same but with that idiot!"
"Spoken like a true Dracula," Alucard chuckled darkly as the pair stood stock still momentarily before Seras gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Don't take too long!"
"You know me by now Seras," Alucard said as the blonde vanished. "I like to savour my food …"
Vanishing and reappearing behind the front doors to his castle Alucard kicked them open with an ear splitting grin plastered on his face as he casually strolled out to meet the veritable army on his doorstep.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Alucard called out as he clapped his hands together. "What can I do for you all this fine evening!?"
"You know what we want Dracula," one of the Werewolves snarled.
"Hand over the vial Count Dracula or you shall fall before the might of our forces," one of the Spriggans cried prompting Alucard to chuckle.
"Very well I suppose in the face of such a request I cannot hope but to concede and hand over the vial! Let my just get it from my pocket right here …"
Holding up his palmed glove the symbol of the Devils appeared as Alucard's Devil's Aura flared to life prompting all the creatures to take an unconscious step back.
"Actually I've changed my mind, I think every last one of you deserves to have their career changed and boy do I have good news for you all because I happen to be hiring!"
"What is this, hand over the vial!"
"You wanted to see what I can do with my hand did you say? Naughty wolf, only Seras gets to see that these days … of course there is one thing I can show you if you are so desperate …"
"Damn you Dracula, enough games!"
"Oh but this will be the funniest game of them all," Alucard chuckled darkly. "Well fun for me anyway."
"Enough of this, KILL HIM," the Werewolf roared as the group collectively charged toward him.
The Werewolves reached him first and began tearing at his flesh, not even noticing the grin within the distorted red mess of flesh and blood even as the other various creatures began getting their own hits in, reducing his body to nothing.
"Release Restraint Level – ZERO!"
The Werewolves were the first to die as thousands of spikes erupted from the ground, soon to be revealed to belong to an undead cavalry unit that emerged from Alucard's blood with the rest jumping back in shock.
Eventually all manner of eldritch abominations accumulated across the course of Alucard's adventures began to emerge one by one as the massive army were swiftly cut down and absorbed into the veritable horde that was Alucard himself.
Of course whilst all the slaughter went on Seras found herself searching the nearby town for any sign of Dimitri, the traitor who decided to flee instead of fight them. At least Walter had balls.
At the sound of screams Seras could only sigh with a dreamy smile on her face as the memories of when Alucard let loose on London flooded her mind. Good times, good times indeed.
"Hello? Hello is this thing on?"
Her happy recollection was shattered at the sound of the all too familiar voice as Seras slowly turned to face a nearby shopfront full of the latest model of televisions, all bearing the same annoying face.
"You," Seras growled as the man grinned.
"A pleasure to see you again Fraulein Seras Victoria or should I say Fraulein Seras Dracula?"
"Was willst du, du widerlicher Unhold, antworte mir!?"
"Ah so you have picked up some rather colourful German in the time since we parted, wunderbar, einfach wunderbar!"
"Answer me!"
"All in due time Seras I assure you but first I must simply ask how are the kids doing, it has been so long since we last spoken after all?"
"When I find you I'm going to personally consume you and ensure that all the souls residing within me torture you for the rest of eternity you ekelhaftes deutsches schwein!"
"And here I thought we were friends, oh well! Anyway back to the main reason why I'm speaking to you … ah yes of course I almost forgot, my ultimatum!"
"Fuck your ultimatum!"
"I assure you Seras if I could I would but alas a certain Vampire cursed me with immortality so I must decline such a glorious death. Anyway my ultimatum is thus, give me the blood I desire or I kill everyone you hold dear! Simple isn't it!?"
"You tried that once before and it didn't work remember, what makes you think I'm gonna believe you can pull it off this time!?"
"I thought you might not trust me, not sure why, so I brought someone who could! Say hi to the nice lady little one!"
The camera on the tv panned over toward a small black haired child who was sitting in a chair next to The Major, his red eyes looking up at the camera in confusion. Seras was frozen the moment the pair made eye contact, the resemblance, the eyes, all drastically similar to another person she knew …
"Major, ist das die Mutter, die Si emir erzahlt haben?"
"Indeed it is little one, say hello to your darling Mutter for me!"
"Hallo Mutter!"
"You …"
"If you do not comply with my demands Seras Dracula … the child dies."
"You'll be destroyed for this Major, if Alucard ever finds out about this-!"
"Neither you nor Alucard will be able to do anything to me so long as I am in possession of this bargaining chip, a most precious chip indeed wouldn't you agree?"
"You monster-!"
"Yesyes I am aware I may appear to be one but in reality I am but a man, now I must bid you good day for I am a very busty little Major! So many schemes … so little time …"
"WAIT-!"
Before she could speak the screens shattered leaving Seras alone in the street as she burst into tears, clutching her stomach as she fell to her knees in shock.
"Alucard … Vladimir I need you!"
Within moments the screams died as an eerie darkness fell over all of Transylvania as the familiar form of Alucard descended upon her, his arms circling her protectively.
"Seras what's wrong, are you hurt!?"
"It's the Major Vlad he's got him!"
"The Major? What's The Major got over us?"
"I-I can't even bring myself to say it Vlad just check my memories!"
At first he was hesitant before deciding instead to force his way into her distressed mind and upon reviewing the entire conversation Alucard was utterly and completely speechless.
"This can't be," Alucard murmured as he held the now unconscious Seras in his arms. "How can such a thing be possible unless … he didn't did he?"
Rising to his feet with Seras in his arms Alucard looked up at the night sky with his lips curled back into a furious snarl.
"He'll pay for this, I swear it!"
The image of the little boy in the camera feed was already haunting his mind despite the fact that he hadn't even been the one there, no doubt Seras was faring much worse. Indeed they would return to Integra and plan out their next move however there was one thing that could not be denied.
They would have their revenge.
The Major would suffer for this sleight.
He swore it.
Hope you all enjoyed and I'll see you in the next one!