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Sister Fanfic: A Grand Order of Heroes
Shortly after the end of the meeting, the Chaldeans and Edison's group decided to do the summonings from the other world.
Marth arrived to America with no fuss, and was completely onboard with the plan.
Now the linchpin of their plan was next on the summoning line. After finding out just what kind of beast Grima was, many of them were prepared to confront it when it arrived.
"You don't have to be here if you don't wish to Lucina."
"Thank you Sir Marth, but I was the one who recommended summoning him, so I must see it through."
"If you are sure-"
"I am, "Lucina looked over to Gudao and said, "do it."
Gudao wasted no time and activated the modified summoning circle that they had used to move Hero Summons across worlds.
The white circle spun and spun, with each rotation, its brightness grew and grew, then it exploded outward blinding all in the summoning room.
Immediately after the summoning ended, the electric lights dimmed in half. The temperature of the room fell to a bitter and uncomfortable cold that rattled everyone inside.
The cause of such phenomena was due in part to the sheer amount of darkness and evil that radiated off the individual who was summoned.
The mysterious figure who appeared was a strange one. A man in a dark robe that had hair as white as ash and was enveloped in an evil purple aura that smelled of death.
He took a moment to breathe in the new air of the world before his eyes took a minute to scan the room, his eyes immediately zoning in on the familiar faces, but only stopping when his eyes caught sight of a long, blue haired swordswoman.
His thin pressed lips curled into a playful smirk before he opened his mouth to speak. His voice oozed smugness and a playful snarkiness that one would expect from such an individual, "Well, well, well... who would have thought that you of all people would call for my assistance?"
"Grima."
"Sweetcakes."
Whatever patience Lucina had at that moment snapped when that word came out of the Fell Dragon's lips, "No. You do not get to call me that!" Lucina said with a snarl.
Seeing her reaction only made Grima's grin widen even further, "Why not? I remember you loved whenever I called you that in our most intimate moments."
"Not by you, you are not him. You'll never be him. So stop pretending to be him and just do the job that we summoned you to do!"
Seeing the rising escalation, Presiking Edison decided it was time to step in.
"So... I take it you're the so-called Fell Dragon Grima?"
Grima shifted his attention from Lucina to Presi-King Edison, his smirk only dropping a bit as he took a moment to observe the beast of a Heroic Spirit before him.
"In the flesh, Lion man. I am the almighty fell dragon Grima! And I heard you have a rather serious case of an endless horde of ravenous, mindless beasts."
"Indeed we do, young Lucina has spoken to us of your expertise and has vouched you will be an asset to help us retake our beautiful country of america back to its rightful owners. I trust you know what your responsibilities are and that you'll behave?"
Grima looked at the lion man with a smug grin.
"Yes, I have heard of your plight and I have heard of this so-called army of Celtic Warriors. That being said, what's stopping me from just killing all of you right now and using your corpses to take down this Queen Mebd and becoming ruler of this world for myself?"
His words caused everyone in the room to tense, which gave the sadistic dragon a bit of glee to see unfold, but that satisfaction ended as soon as it began when a familiar but annoying voice spoke up to answer his question.
"If you do that, then you'll have to deal with both of us." Marth, The Hero King said as he and another individual stepped out from behind Edison.
Instantly, Grima's grin turned into a frown when he saw the Awakened Falchion unsheathed and exposed to the world. The fang of Naga caused his skin to itch, but he managed to keep his anger bottled up when he felt the divine essence of the sun on the opposite side of Marth. The divine heroic spirit's bicolored eyes could see into his rotten soul, and it would not hesitate to judge Grima for his crimes.
Grima was no fool, he knew that even he would struggle in a fight with both Karna and Marth working as a team, alongside everyone else in this room.
All three men stared at each other for what seemed like ages, the pressure in the room increasing the longer the standoff went on before Grima scoffed and rolled his eyes, and backed down.
"Fine, I understand, I won't bring an apocalypse to you humans, or another apocalypse in your pathetic world's case. Besides, It would be in poor taste for me to take someone else's sloppy seconds regardless."
"Good, now if you boys are done posing menacingly over each other, let us discuss what strategies we will use in the upcoming battle."
Grima turned to the short, silver-haired mage. His grin had returned but rather than sadistic, it was one of approval.
"Now you are speaking my language, munchkin."
A blood vessel under Helena's forehead bulged outwards, making her annoyance at the nickname visible, "My name is Helena Blavatsky you overgrown lizard."
"Heh, you're almost as fun to tease as the gender-bent Marth clone over there."
He ignored the growls of anger from both women and clapped his hands together like a nefarious salesman.
"So then, let's get started."
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"They did what?!"
Cu Alter picked his ear with his pinkie finger, unclogging his blocked ear.
"They summoned an evil dragon. It towers over the entire battlefield and is creating an infinite amount of undead." Despite the dire situation they were in, Cu didn't seem bothered by it, unlike Medb.
"How dare those punks copy me!" And of course, it wasn't the fact that their army was being pushed back that bothered her, but that her own tactics were being used against her.
With an annoyed sigh, Cu stood up from his seat and made his way out of the room.
"Where are you going?"
Cu didn't turn around, but stopped walking so that he could speak to his queen, "What else should a king do when an unruly dragon appears and causes problems in his kingdom?"
Mebd's anger faded into worry when she heard her Cu tell her that, "Cu... are you sure? You might have your Battle Continuation skill, but you lost your Gáe Bolg."
The spear currently in his possession was a mere replica that only looked like Gáe Bolg but lacked its powers and weight in mystery. It was only durable enough to withstand his strength, but against a powerful phantasmal, it wouldn't help him.
He knew that, but still had his mind set on fighting
"I don't need that stupid stick to kill my enemies. We lost almost all of our advantages, and we only have our trump cards left to play."
"Oh…" There was a small silence between the two before she broke it by standing up and walking to Cu, Cu turned around and allowed her to get in his personal space.
"Very well, do as you will, but take this with you," Her small, dainty hand touched his bare chest and a bright yellow flash consumed his abdomen before it faded as if nothing happened.
"Thanks." That was the last thing he said before his body shone for a fraction of a second and disappeared in a bright white light.
Seeing her beloved leave for the battlefield, she calmly went back to sit on her throne.
However, as soon as she sat down, she felt the bounded fields around her base trip.
Someone had just invaded her home.
0-0-0
The plan was simple.
Grima was to use his Riser to fight off the Celtic warriors, which would allow Edison's factories time to create more machines.
These reinforcements would allow Karna and the Heroic spirits to push back the horde and invade Celt territory.
This sudden change in tides would force the heroic spirits from the celt side to be lured into the fight to drive back the army.
With the heroic spirits away from the White House, Gudao and a small task force would finish what Geronimo failed to do.
Lucina, unlike last time, decided to stay behind and face the Celtic warriors alongside the Heroic spirits, Marth and Grima. The groans and cries of the risen brought back horrible memories, some of which she had suppressed for years but seeing Sir Marth and Karna, as well as others watching over Grima like a hawk brought her some comfort.
"RAAAAAAAHHHHH"
The earth-shattering roar of Grima destroyed any comfort the two gave her, and it only grew worse when the sky turned purple. Before anyone could even blink, a powerful purple light shot out of Grima's maw, which parted the opposing army of Celts in two.
"Hmm, he's not too bad. He's actually driving the Celtic warriors back." Helena seemed a bit impressed with the Fell Dragon's power.
"GRUUUUUAAGGHHH" However, the short woman's face twisted in disgust when a shambling Risen walked near them.
"I just wished they didn't smell so foul."
"Desperate times call for desperate measures." Lucina said, "So get used to it."
"Bleh," out of nowhere, the girl took out a clothespin and placed it on her nose," ah, much better."
Lucina just rolled her eyes and continued to stare into the horizon, which was dominated by the giant dragon. Then a bright light appeared over the Fell dragon, which caused Lucina to narrow her eyes.
She was too far away to tell who it was, but considering who they were dealing with, it was very possible he had decided to show up.
She would never say this out loud at this critical moment, but she hoped that bastard gave Grima a good beating.
Meanwhile, in the skies above the American plains
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DIE YOU MINDLESS PUPPETS! YOU STAND NO CHANCE AGAINST THE MIGHT OF THE FELL DRAGON!"
Grima was having the time of his life!
Oh, it has been ages since he's gotten to decimate entire armies with his might. Chasing around the vermin in his world had its charms, but nothing beat a good ol' curb stomp via a death laser. The only downside was that these things did not cry, beg, or squirm the way normal humans did. That did kill his enjoyment a bit, but getting a chance to let loose and unleash his powers on a wall of flesh and see the blood splatter was still oh-so-satisfying.
He took a moment to glance at his minions and they too were having a blast killing. They were evenly matched to these Celtic warriors, but that didn't seem to bother his Risen as they relished in the challenge of killing worthy foes.
Turning back to the rest of the horde, he flexed his arm forward and the maw of his draconic form followed suit, his teeth chomping down on hundreds of frenzied humans and converting them into more of his own minions.
This whole slaughter was only serving to strengthen his powers, as he morphed the Celts into more of his minions and sicked them on their former comrades.
However, his joy was cut short when he felt an unfamiliar magical signature materialize above him.
A teleportation spell.
A dark figure emerged from the light and dove straight toward him, but Grima was not afraid. Nay, he was expecting this.
The figure crashed into his black scales, which did rattle his dragon form a bit, pausing the draconic blast he had been charging up to unleash on the horde below.
The man stood at an impressive size for a monkey, one who clearly had dipped his form in an aura of evil much like himself. The man was completely shirtless, and he held a savage-looking spear in his hand.
Seeing the uninvited intruder land on his back brought Grima an unbridled anger, which he kept bottled in favor of staying civil, to show his superiority.
"Well hello there. To who do I owe the pleasure?" Grima asked out of courtesy, but he already knew who this man was. The King of the Celts, the Alter form of Cu Cuchulain.
The man said nothing and instead, he moved. Grima was easily able to react to the speed of the attack and blocked it by manifesting his scales as an ethereal shield of magic to protect him.
"Not even going to bother introducing yourself, Mr. Tall, dark, and mysterious?"
"You know who I am, so why should I bother introducing myself to some lizard?"
Grima's eyes turned into slits, "Careful there dog. I let the lizard comment pass on that munchkin because I thought it was cute, but you don't have such a privilege. Call me that again, and I'll rip out your throat."
The man gave him a grin, "You don't scare me."
"Oh don't worry, I can fix that." A dark aura enveloped his arm, which condensed into a draconic arm with serrated, razor-sharp claws.
Cu Alter only looked at Grima with indifference.
"I normally don't bother with seeking out fights, but since you are starting to become a pest to the expansion of my kingdom..."
Cu Alter then brandishes a spear, not Gáe Bulg but a magically enhanced spear, and points it at him.
"Then it is my duty as king to slay you. Lizard."
Grima's grin vanished and turned into a feral snarl, "Just go ahead and try, you dog."
0-0-0
Back in Washington DC, a bright flash of light appeared near a street, and when it died down, several figures were revealed.
Gudao and a group of heroes have arrived at Medb's home base, using markers Lucina had planted during the assassination attempt in Mebd to teleport to this location.
They carefully navigated the streets filled with Celtic warriors, which, unbeknownst to them, was scarcer than when Geronimo and the others attempted to assassinate Mebd.
When they finally arrived at their location, there was only one thing they could say when they saw the sight before them.
"Hot pink is such a gaudy paint color." The voice of Romani said over the comms.
"That's what we can expect from a woman with no taste in art." Da Vinci added.
"Alright, we get it, it looks bad. Let's just get this over with before the that woman gets a chance to escape." Lyn said as she moved towards the gaudy Pink House.
Her friends looked at each other, their eyes filled with worry about Lyn's behavior. She had never been able to move past Geronimo's death, and she had vowed to end Mebd's life herself.
"Wait up! We can't just barge in, we need to," whatever words were in Romani's throat were silenced when Lyn unsheathed her blade and cut down the front door into pieces before she rushed forward.
"Damn it, not again." Gudao looked to everyone behind him, "Come on, we should hurry up and catch up to Lyn before she kills herself."
"""Right""" the group of his stated before following suit.
Lyn, on the other hand, dashed, weaved, and bobbed her way inside the building. Each obstacle that stood in her way was easily cut down by her Mani Katti, as it ignored their armor and let her slice them up without issues.
Was it foolish for her to "jump the gun" as the Chaldeans put it? Maybe, but there was no way she was going to let anyone but her take this woman down.
After running for a few minutes and killing anything that stood in her way, she finally reached what looked like the door that led her to her prize.
"Lyn, wait up!"
Lyn turned around and saw the rest of her comrades having caught up.
"Look, we know you are angry about what happened to Geronimo, but you can't be putting your life at needless risk."
Lyn bit her lip and was about to retort but instead, she took a deep breath and calmed herself. "My apologies everyone, I got a bit ahead of myself and nearly jeopardized the mission."
"It's alright, as long as you are okay, that's all that matters. But you got lucky, it seems like the other half of our plan managed to lure Cu Alter away from here."
This means that Mebd was, seemingly, completely defenseless, but Gudao knew better. She was still a heroic spirit, one which held a grail, so they had to take caution.
"Since you are already here, might as well finish what you started and cut down that door for us."
Lyn smiled, "gladly."
In a heartbeat, a few slashes of the sword were enough to destroy the massive door in front of them.
The group cautiously entered the room and to no one's surprise, Mebd herself was inside the room.
She was roughed up quite a bit compared to what reports of her appearance said. While she retained her beauty, one of her hands was partly covered in bandages, while one of her eyes was covered by an eye patch.
Her lone punk eye was staring down at them from her high throne, which made her look like a demon lord from a typical JRPG game.
"Welcome, intruders, to my domain of pleasure and pain. Sadly for you lot, I am in no mood for pleasure today, so I will only inflict pain on you."
She snapped her fingers and immediately after, Gudao felt his body being pushed down. An arrow of light had flown across the room and had nearly impaled him.
"Tch. How annoying. You are quite the little cockroach aren't you, last master of Chaldea?" A suave masculine voice echoed in the room, causing everyone to be on high alert.
The man was wearing all white and was wielding an impressive and dangerous-looking bow in his hand.
"That was a warning shot, now that I have your attention. Tell me. Where is that red bitch who did this to me?"
The archer immediately reloaded another arrow and this time, it split into four different arrows, one for each intruder in front of him.
"Speak."
"How cute, the little whore got her pompous rear kicked, and she went to cry to her puppies to come to defend her. How pathetic."
The new feminine voice appeared, which caused Mebd's grin to grow," See that wasn't so hard." She frowned and looked around them, "Come on out you skank! It's time you face your royal punishment!"
At that moment, Carmilla appeared but to Mebd's shock and anger, it was only a hologram. Contrary to her normal appearance, Carmilla had big shades over her eyes and wore a sunhat on her head. Seagulls and waves crashing in the background echoed in the now quiet throne room.
Carmilla pushed up her sunglasses and stared at Mebd before speaking.
"Oh, to think you would miss little ol' me, I'm flattered," she brought her sunglasses down, "but I prefer girls who aren't as… flawed as you." Carmilla went for the jugular and criticized Mebd's scarred face, which based on her snarl was still a very sensitive spot to criticize.
"You did this to me!"
"And it's quite the improvement, and it matches your inner self much closer than that previous face you had."
"I'm going to end you, you tramp."
"I'd like to see you try pinkie. Even if you manage to kill Gudao, you and your lot will never reach me. I am an entire world away from you. Thanks to that pet dog of yours, I am currently relieved of my duties, and I am now enjoying some quality time recovering at this luxurious private beach," She took a sip of what looked like an alcoholic beverage, in the most obnoxious way possible.
"We'll see about that-hey!" Before Mebd finished her argument, she was pushed to the side by Arjuna.
The argument had distracted Arjuna enough that someone was able to close the distance and nearly kill her.
Arjuna stood to confront the assailant but froze when he saw it was Karna who had nearly killed his liege, but rather than a spear, this one was confronting him with only his fists.
Mebd had no time to breathe as she nimbly jumped away from a slash aimed at her neck.
She had managed to evade the attack but paused when she saw long strands of pink hair scattered on the carpeted floor. More specifically, her hair.
A cold breeze brought a chill to her spine, and she trembled in horror when she realized her gorgeous hair had been cut.
A glint caught her eye next and she saw the majestic blade of the green-haired woman in front of her.
"Wow. Love what you did to your hair, its almost as if you're a completely different person. Hahahaha. Well, I see you have things handled here master, if you'll excuse me, I have a tan to work on." With her piece said, Carmilla cut off her comms and left Chaldea to face the now enraged pink woman by themselves.
After a lull in the combat, Mebd's horror morphed into anger. Her hatred filled eyes wept as she released a bloodcurdling shriek. Her deafening cry on anguish over her hair summoned forth a series of lights, from which emerged and manifested a small group of Celtic warriors, except these guys were much bigger and bulkier than the average ones in her normal army.
She pointed a finger at Lyn and shrieked at the top of her lungs, "BRING ME HER HEAD!"
0-0-0
It's been a total of 30 minutes and so far, Cu Alter and Grima have been fighting non-stop. Due to Grima's special nature, he is unable to be killed and is able to regenerate from the piercing wounds Cu leaves on him, at the same time, Cu has been killed many times already but keeps ressurecting himself time and time again.
No matter how many times Cu pierced Grima's heart, or Grima ripped out Cu Alter's throat and inner organs, neither could kill the other. They were both at a stalemate.
Despite this, neither gave up the slaughter and continued their battle.
Grima had lost this current bout and had been stabbed in the heart by the spear, however, he didn't seem to care in the least as he startled cackling like a madman.
"It's pointless fool! Only Naga has the power to stop me, and that whore is a world away! I am the master of death! Your stick won't kill me, no matter how often you stab my heart!" with a cocky grin, Grima steps forward, driving the spear further into his body until his chest touched Cu Alter's hand, "maybe if you had that other fancy stick of yours then maybe you would have stood a chance. Such a shame that a child destroyed it! Haha, haha, how pathetic."
"Tch. Stop monologuing and stay down, oversized lizard!" Cu Alter threw a punch directly at Grima's face, the force of the punch was strong enough that it launched Grima backward, ripping free of Cu's spear at the same time.
Grima coughed up some blood before he wiped his mouth away and stood back up like nothing happened.
"As if a rabid dog like yourself would comprehend the art form of monologuing. But I agree with you on one thing, this fight is taking much too long for my tastes, I am done playing games with you."
"Yes... you're right. Enough playtime, time to end you!" His body glows and morphs, "Behold, the power of a DEMON GOD!" Cu's body suddenly convulses, which gives Grima some pause. A hint of curiosity stopped him from attacking the man mid-transformation. His form bulged, stretched, and glowed into a mass of body horror that was so grotesque, so hideous that even Grima had to admit, looked quite disgusting to witness.
The mass of flesh exploded and a giant tentacle with hundreds of eyes sprouted from where Cu Alter stood. Now in his place was a writhing mass of flesh and evil.
This was the demon god, and as soon as it finished its transformation, all of its eyes honed in on Grima.
"BEHOLD, PHANTASMAL. I AM YOUR DOOM. I AM THE DEMON GOD PILLAR HALFAS AND YOUR INTERFERENCE WILL NO LONGER BE TOLERATED."
Author's Note: Hello again everybody, sorry I am late, I had some extra work I needed to do the last two weekends and I couldn't write.
I only got this done because I had a three day weekend today and was able to recover enough energy to write and expand this chapter. Hope you guys like it.
We are very, very close to the end of this arc and I am going to do my best to wrap it up the best I can and hopefully it won't be a flop.
Omake wise, I do have some plot bunnies I want to write but I feel I should save em as the last last chapter. I will also be reviewing past comments for ideas on what to write before I move on to my next project, so if you want me to write a snippet for specific idea, just let me know in the comments.
Thanks again for reading and as always, please don't be afraid to share your thoughts.