Mama Mirajane-16

It was dark inside the Celestial Armory, as Shirou was sitting in his study, watching over Scythe's progress through the lacrima screen over his fireplace; to say he was faring well would be an overstatement. Shirou saw through the lacrima as Scythe was using his sword to keep himself standing, as he was surrounded by every single one of the former Grail Servants that had pledged their loyalty to him and Rin.

Scythe was breathing heavily, as he tried to keep his balance. Blood trickled down from his left temple, forcing him to close his eye as he was trying to stand his ground, a determined and pained look on his face.

"How's our little Celestial Knight fairing?" Rin asked sitting on the armrest of the chair. "Three days are up in an hour, has he gotten stronger yet?"

"He's not doing well I'm afraid, but I'm impressed, he's fended off two strikes from Saber's Noble Phantasm, with nothing but his blade enveloped in his magic energy." Shirou exclaimed wrapping his arm around her waist, sliding her to where she was sitting on his lap with her shoulders on the left armrest, and her legs hanging over the one she had sat on.

"Doesn't that blade split in half, turning into two katana's?" Rin questioned still looking at the screen.

"Indeed it does. It's the sister blade to the one that orange haired soul reaper had; the one we met during our travels to find a suitable world to make our home." Shirou exclaimed.

"What was the name of that blade again?" Rin questioned.

"Zangetsu. Scythe doesn't know it, but he's actually wielding a dead zanpakuto. All he has to do is give it a name, and he'll revive it." Shirou exclaimed.

"That's the only weapon you didn't have to trace to add to your armory isn't it?" Rin questioned looking up at him.

"No, I never traced it. It was gifted to me by the Head Captain of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads Captain of Squad One Yamamoto, even though it was a failed prototype in trying to create a third dual set zanpakuto, he thought it might do some good wielded by me. Let's see if Scythe can give it a name to revive the weapon." Shirou chuckled.

"Why'd he give it to you again?" Rin questioned.

"We helped to stop Aizen from tipping the balance of the natural order between Hollows and Wholes." Shirou exclaimed.

"That's right." Rin nodded.

~With Scythe in the jungle environment~

"C'mon, I can still fight all of you come at me with all you've got." Scythe wheezed.

"Young Prince, please don't make us do this." Arturia requested pain in her features, seeing Scythe like this.

"I'm not strong enough to defeat Ulster yet." Scythe coughed. "I need to get stronger or I'm not even going to have a snowball's chance in hell of defeating him. I only have to last about another fifty minutes then the three days will be up. Now come at me with everything you've got."

"I must implore you, reconsider what you're asking of us." Robin Hood exclaimed.

"DO IT." Scythe shouted.

Scythe stood on his shaking legs, his blade raised as he prepared to fight them off. The assassins of the Forty Thieves were the first to make their move, as they attacked Scythe, one by one they fell, as Scythe swung his weapon at them, fending off each one of their attacks, before one struck him in the back.

Now being thieves, they had no problem with following his orders to attack with an intent for murder.

Scythe spun around, kicking that thief in the stomach sending him flying into a tree. Scythe painfully gripped the blade, and pulled it out of his back, finding it to be serrated, causing more pain with every tooth of the blade that left his skin.

Ignoring the pain as best he could, Scythe took the blade out in one fluid motion, before throwing it at another thief that came his way, imbedding it in his arm.

"Is that all you've got?" Scythe shouted, before stopping as he felt something pierce his chest.

Scythe looked down, and saw an arrow sticking out of the center of his chest, before looking in the direction it came from, and saw Robin Hood, standing in a tree, with a pain filled look in his eyes. Scythe fell to his knees, before falling to the ground, on his right arm, his blade at his side, loosely clutched in his hand. The world around him began to grow dark, before he fell unconscious as the dark embrace of death finally took hold of him.

"Wake up…"

Scythe opened his eyes, finding himself lying in front of the statue from his vision of his funeral. He looked around and saw he was alone in the cemetery, his sword on his back. He stood up, finding he didn't feel any pain or fatigue at all. His injuries were gone, and he felt light on his feet.

"What the hell is going on?" Scythe questioned.

"You're dying young man."

Scythe spun around, and saw a young woman, looking like she was in her twenties, sitting by the figure of his gravestone statue, wearing a crimson red leotard, with a scarlet red sash around her waist with vambraces of the same color; martial arts slippers on her crossed feet, and a figure that would put Lucy's to shame. Topped off with her violet hair tied in a ponytail with a small braid traveling from her right temple, to the hair tie of her ponytail, revealing her ears to be rather pointed, with light tan, flawless skin. Breast Size: K-Cup.

"Hey there cutie, you're not looking so hot out there." She smiled.

"Who are you? What am I doing here?" Scythe asked.

"You already know my name silly, and you're here because time moves a thousand times slower out there when you're in your mindscape." The woman smiled.

"How do I already know your name?" Scythe asked gripping the hilt of his blade. "Who are you?"

"Hmm, you're not even aware. You're holding me in your hand right now." She smiled.

"What?" Scythe asked, looking to his sword. "You mean…"

"That's right, I'm your weapon." She smiled as the graveyard began falling apart in bits of Ethernano that began floating up into the air. "Or I was. You'll die pretty soon."

"No, I can't, I have to defeat Ulster, and return my mother's honor to her." Scythe shouted.

"Well, there is one thing you can do." The weapon smiled.

"Anything." Scythe shouted, before she tapped his forehead.

"Chant your grandfather's Noble Phantasm and say my name after waking up."

The world around Scythe went dark again, before his eyes slowly opened, revealing that none of the servants had moved from their spots.

They all stood at attention as Scythe began to pull himself up, shocked that he still had the strength to move. Scythe had no idea what the chant for his grandfather's Noble Phantasm was, but certain words kept coming to the forefront of his mind, and he chose to repeat them.

"I am… the bone of my sword…" He began, suddenly feeling the life returning to him. "Steel is my body and fire is my blood. I have created over a thousand blades. Unknown to death, nor known to life. I have withstood pain to create many weapons, yet, those hands will never hold anything, and so as I pray." Scythe chanted, feeling the strength returning to him as he was enveloped by a glowing light. "UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS."

Upon shouting out his weapons name, a pillar of light surrounded him causing him to shine brightly, momentarily blinding the servants around him, as a mask began to form on his face.

~In Shirou's study~

Rin and Shirou were on their feet, as Scythe had finished chanting the oath and name of the crimson archer's Noble Phantasm, staring at the lacrima screen in disbelief.

"That mask." Rin gasped.

"It looks just like that Kurosaki kids mask from his hollowfication, but something's different about it." Shirou stared. "The color scheme is somewhat wrong."

Indeed the mask was different. The mask was the same in shape to the Hollow-Reaper's mask, with a major difference in its design. There was a total of eight triangular markings on the forehead, instead of three. The majority of the mask was black, with red markings on the cheekbones and chin, while the teeth were red, and sharp like a carnivore's. White outlined the eye sockets, and the under sides of the cheekbones.

"It's made up of dragon scales, but I don't sense the powers of a soul reaper within him." Rin added.

"That's because it's not spiritual pressure he's giving off, its magic energy; the same magic energy in his reserves that he let off when he fought Jose. Only this time it's much stronger, and the reserves are bigger." Shirou exclaimed.

"Is the name he gave his weapon really Unlimited Blade Works?" Rin questioned.

"No, listen." Shirou exclaimed.

"Reveal yourself, Grimm Reaper." Scythe's voice echoed from the lacrima screen, the mask not moving with his mouth.

"He unlocks the Shikai with your Noble Phantasm's mantra." Rin gasped.

"I think it's about time we ended this training session." Shirou exclaimed heading for the main entrance to the jungle zone under the armory.

~Meanwhile~

Scythe stood there, his blade split in two as he held a katana in each hand, giving off the same design pattern as Shirou's falchions, the one in his left hand being silver on the blade, and the one in his right hand being black with a red lined tortes shell pattern on the blade. Through the eye holes of his mask, the sclera of his eyes were obsidian black with the pupils being crimson red, with a catlike shape to them.

"Prepare to fight." Scythe said, his voice sounding demonic in nature.

"ENOUGH."

All the servants and Scythe turned to see Shirou and Rin coming down on an octagon shaped platform, Rin with a concerned look on her face, and Shirou with a stern look on his.

"This training session is over. Scythe, come up and rejoin us." Shirou exclaimed as the platform landed on the ground. "Put your weapon's Shikai away, and remove the mask."

"But grandfather, I…"

"Now young man." Shirou said, his voice gaining an agitated edge, interrupting his grandson's objection.

"Yes sir." Scythe sighed, putting the two halves of his weapon back together, allowing it to revert back to its normal form. Once Scythe put Grimm Reaper on his back, he gripped the bottom of the mask and to his surprise, it vanished without a trace.

Deciding to put that topic on the back burner, Scythe tore the arrow from his chest, and stepped onto the platform and it rose up, taking him back to the armory above.

"Scythe, how did you know about your grandfather's Noble Phantasm Mantra?" Rin questioned as they began to walk.

"I don't know to be quite honest with you. When I woke up after meeting with Grimm Reaper, it just sort of came to the front of my mind, and when I began to chant it, I regained my strength."

"That wasn't the strength you lost fighting." Shirou exclaimed not turning to look at him. "It was from the same magic reserves you used when fighting Jose during the war with Phantom Lord, only this time, because you distributed it slowly throughout your body with my Phantasm Mantra, you won't experience Magic Hysteria like you did last time."

"How do you know about the war with Phantom Lord?" Scythe asked.

"During your training, and between our monitoring, we asked Crux to tell us all about your life in Fairy Tail." Rin explained. "The first major thing to come up was the rogue S-Class quest."

"After that it was the war with Phantom Lord." Shirou added.

"So, where are we going now?" Scythe questioned.

"We're going to have diner as a family." Rin smiled. "After all, you probably haven't eaten in three days."

"Now that you mention it, I'm starving." Scythe chuckled.

"Good, because we've had Virgo prepare you some of your favorite dishes." Rin chuckled as they entered a large room that looked like it came from a castle's banquet hall. On the table, were larger amounts of the same foods, Virgo had prepared for him after his triple all-nighter work shop experience, with said Celestial Spirit standing by the table, looking ready to serve.

"So, let me ask you." Scythe exclaimed as Virgo dished them all up after they sat down, with Shirou being at the head of the table, while he and Rin sat on either sides of him. "Why is it you're able to command the Celestial Spirits?"

"We're Celestial Knight my boy, even if we're not contracted to them, they serve us loyally and treat us like royalty even if we protest against it." Shirou explained biting into his chicken burger. "I can see why you like these so much, they're really good."

"Indeed, though with this being food from the Celestial Spirit World, it's at least ten times healthier than if it were bought from a store." Rin smiled eating some nacho fries.

"Yeah, mom makes all of the ingredients for my favorite foods from scratch, I mean besides the cheese, she just buys it from the market." Scythe exclaimed eating into his burger.

"Mira always was gifted in the kitchen." Rin smiled, remembering fondly how she'd catch her daughter and husband cooking together.

"I must say, these chicken strips are quite delectable, even when covered by melted cheese."

"Gah, Saber when did you get here?" Scythe asked jumping at hearing Arturia's voice right beside his.

"Just now." She smiled as all the other former Grail Servants were at the table to.

"Well don't scare me like that again." Scythe sighed.

"Hey uh, no hard feelings about shooting you with an arrow right?" Robin Hood asked, revealing he was sitting across from Arturia.

"No, you followed my orders to the letter, so there won't be any punishment." Scythe smiled.

"I'm honestly still in shock as to how you could still have had the energy for such a feat, never mind just standing, you transformed young Prince." Iskandar cheered. "Truly you are a warrior of legends."

"Quite honestly I thought you were transforming, and becoming a monster, like me." Vlad said swirling a glass of wine in his hand.

"No Vlad, it was nothing like that. Daddy's just really strong like that." Jack exclaimed jumping up and down in her seat.

'I'm barely older than her, why is she calling me daddy?' Scythe mentally screamed.

"Don't worry about it." Joan exclaimed sensing his troubles, sitting beside Rin. "Jack isn't fully human. She's a collective consciousness of souls from dead orphans a black mage used in order to create the perfect weapon, all put into one body. She deems anyone she thinks worthy of the title of her parent, because of the yearning all those souls had just to feel the warmth and love of a parent."

"Then that means…" Scythe stopped as he saw Jack playing with her utensils like a child.

"Correct Scythe, she's just like you." Rin smiled seeing the sympathy in her grandson's eyes. "Every former servant here at this table, knows about how you were created, and how you came to be the way you are now. There's not a single one of them though, that views you as a monster, or a fragile creature that needs protection."

"We view you as someone who was broken." Medusa exclaimed.

"But pulled yourself together, through it all." Hercules smiled raising a mug of ale.

"Every single one of us here, can somewhat relate to the pain you've been through." Iskandar smiled.

"So let us cheer in celebration as we urge you forward to victory." Joan exclaimed raising her glass. "As you charge on with the fervor of all of us."

"Right." Scythe cheered raising his glass with the rest.

"A toast, to the King of Knights." Iskandar cheered.

~Later on that night~

"Man what a rough couple of days, it might be best I get as much sleep as I can." Scythe sighed propping Grimm Reaper up on the nightstand.

Knock-knock-knock…

"Wonder who that could be." Scythe questioned going to the door.

Upon opening it, Scythe found Jack standing there, dressed in a nightie with her arms wrapped around a pillow.

"Hey, what's the matter little one?" Scythe asked.

"Can I sleep with you tonight daddy?" She asked.

'I'm never going to get used to her calling me that.' Scythe mentally groaned. "Sure, come on in."

"Thank you." Jack smiled skipping in and jumping onto the bed.

"Alright, now let's get out tucked in and sleeping." Scythe chuckled.

Little to his knowledge, Rin and Shirou were waiting outside the door, with curiosity leading them to peeking through the cracks of it. They had seen Jack enter his room and wanted to know why.

"You know, despite being so young, and what he's been through, Scythe seems to be really good at this whole father thing." Rin whispered seeing how Scythe was interacting with Jack.

"Yeah, though he'd best be careful if he ever gets a girlfriend, I don't wanna be a great grandfather just yet." Shirou whispered back.

"Well we didn't want to be grandparents yet either and look how that turned out." Rin argued in a whisper. "If we ever see Acnologia again I'm going to lecture him about leaving his scales about all willy-nilly."

"Alright now Jack, now that you're all tucked in, let's get some sleep." Scythe smiled lying next to her in the bed, on top of the blankets.

"You're not going to sleep under the covers daddy?" Jack asked.

'Still weirded out by her calling me that.' Scythe mentally sighed while putting on a smile. "No Jack, I'm fine, I don't get cold." Scythe smiled.

Jack shuffled around a bit under the covers and put them partially over Scythe with a smile on her face.

"There." She giggled.

"Alright, now get some sleep." Scythe sighed, figuring there was no point in arguing with her.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you be fighting the bad man tomorrow?" Jack asked.

"I will kiddo, I will." Scythe exclaimed. "I have to or he's going to hurt a lot of good and innocent people."

"Can I come with you?" Jack asked.

"Sorry but even though you're skilled with a blade, I can't allow you to follow me to a warzone. I couldn't live with myself if anyone I cared for got hurt because of me." Scythe exclaimed.

"But I can be useful, I can do sneak attacks, and take out archers." Jack argued.

"I'm sure you could. But Ulster, the bad man, took me down with just one attack, he's stronger than me, so I don't have a choice but to do this on my own." Scythe exclaimed. "I know I'm never alone, but I'm not wanting any of my friends or family to get involved. He tried to kill my mother, and named her a demon as a ploy to get the town on his side, so this is personal for me."

"But…"

"No arguments Jack, just let it happen, I know it might be saddening but you need to let it go. You and I both know the world is a scary place, so there's nothing we can really do to stop it from happening." Scythe sighed putting a hand on her head. "Now go to sleep, we both need our rest."

"Okay…" Jack said as she sounded disappointed.

With their argument done, Scythe fell asleep, with Jack hugging him tightly, and one hand on her back, thinking about the battle that was to come.

"I will win tomorrow, this I swear."

~The next morning~

Scythe opened his eyes with a yawn as he felt like he had the best sleep he's had in a while, he got up to find Jack had already left, leaving one of her knives on the side table, with a note on it, wishing him good luck in the fight.

Scythe smiled at the fact she was worried for him, and found it to be cute. Standing up, Scythe stretched his back, finding his battle gear had been cleaned and folded sitting on a chair for him, even the gear that Ulster's men had confiscated was there in pristine condition. He looked himself over and found he had been changed into a pair of pajamas with a button up shirt and a pair of pants.

"Virgo, you work yourself too hard." Scythe sighed removing the pajama shirt.

"Virgo wasn't the one who cleaned your gear."

Scythe turned to the side, to see Joan standing there, with a rolled up red and gold flag in her hand, dressed in casual clothing.

"Your grandfather was the one who cleaned 'em. He wasn't always a hero, when he was in high school, he was quite the house keeper, or so I'm told." Joan smiled.

"I kinda see it, since my mom is the same way." Scythe chuckled before he looked a little depressed.

"I know that look, your grandfather has it all the time when something's troubling him." Joan exclaimed.

"I'm concerned, for three days, I avoided my mother after finding out that I was her biological son. The crazy thing was, I wasn't mad at her." Scythe exclaimed. "I was mad at myself, for causing my mother so much emotional suffering, she forced herself to leave me, and I even blamed myself for hurting her with my existence."

"It wasn't your fault you were conceived. You had no choice in it." Joan exclaimed understanding why he was sad. "Are you afraid your mother won't care about you because you avoided her for those three days?"

"Yeah, that's part of it." Scythe sighed.

"What's the other thing you're concerned with?" Joan asked sitting on his bed.

"I don't know what to tell her about grandma and grandpa, how they're still alive in the Celestial Armory, or if I even should." Scythe sighed.

"I see. You're conflicted, you feel that she and your uncle have the right to know that their parents are still alive, but you also know that their secret has to be kept, as just that." Joan sighed. "Honestly, I can't tell you what to do young warrior." Joan smiled holding the rolled up flag to him. "You just gotta do what feels right to you, just like I did when I fought in the war, and look what happened, I was burned at the stake, accused of heresy, even though the queen herself named me a saint, and I was a war hero. Though I don't regret it one bit."

Scythe looked at Joan, with an admiration to her conviction in his eyes, but was curious as to why she gave him the flag.

"Believe in what you do young knight, and your heart will guide the way." Joan smiled heading out of the room.

Scythe was left in awe and wonder at how so few words could leave such a big impact, before realizing he still had the flag.

Scythe unwrapped the fabric from the metal rod and smiled upon seeing the emblem that was stitched into the red cloth.

~In the town of Petunia with the army~

"Reporting sir." One of the soldiers stated entering the town hall.

"What is it?" Ulster questioned looking over the maps.

"We have reached maximum capacity for the army sir. The training for all our soldiers has been completed, and they are awaiting your orders to begin an attack." The soldier explained reading off the report.

"I see." Ulster said with a smile.

"Your orders sir?"

"Prepare our soldiers to march, we attack the Capital Clover at sunrise." Ulster smirked.

"Sir."

"Ulster sir, we're under attack." One soldier shouted barging through the door.

"What?" Ulster questioned standing up instantly. "Send out as many guards as you can to stop him."

"We have sir, but he's already taken them and three of our generals out, all with a single swing of his sword." The soldier stated standing at attention.

"Must I do everything myself?" Ulster questioned marching out of the office, and out to the towns square, his eyes widening at the mess he saw.

(Que Music… Bleach: Ichigo's theme)

All around him, were the unconscious forms of his soldiers, all still breathing, just too battered and bruised to stay awake, their weapons shattered and destroyed. In the center of this mess was a large pile of these unconscious soldiers, with a particularly familiar face sitting on the top with a large blade over his back, and a rolled up flag over his shoulders, chewing on a piece of gum dressed in a familiarly hated signature Archer outfit of Shirou Emiya with the addition of the metal plated fingerless archery gloves, minus the holy-shroud and waist cloak.

"Took you long enough to get out here. I've already taken out half of your troops, and I haven't even broken a sweat." Scythe chuckled, spitting out his gum, it landed on the face of one of the unconscious soldiers.

"Half my forces?" Ulster questioned seeing that the mess went far beyond the mound of unconscious soldiers. "That's fifty thousand strong, there's no way you could have beaten them so easily, all it took from me when we fought, was one attack and you were on the verge of death."

"You'd think that I'd be dead huh?" Scythe chuckled jumping down from the pile. "By the way, Berserker, Rider, and Saber all say hi."

Ulster's eyes widened in shock as Scythe twirled the flag in his hands, before sticking the pointed end of it in the ground, with the fabric unfurling, revealing the flag to be outlined in embroidered gold with his tribal Fairy Law emblem embroidered in the center in gold with silver as shading, making the emblem look like it's not even on the flag as it waves in the wind as a storm rolled in.

Scythe reached for the hook on one of the belt loops of his pants, and brought to sight the whip the store owner Indiana gave him, unfurling it as he cracked it, in perfect sync with the thunder cracking the air.

"You little punk." Ulster shouted. "I'll kill you and bury you with your blasphemies grandparents."

"Give it your best shot." Scythe shouted cracking the whip again, hitting Ulster in the face, cutting his cheek with the sharp metal tipped tussles.

Ulster looked back to Scythe, a fury in his eyes, as he reached up and removed his cloak, revealing he wore a royal blue and white magic ruined outfit just like his soldiers, only the difference of color was signifying his authority as the leader of the army.

"I won't hesitate to kill you this time." Ulster shouted as his spear came to his hands.

Scythe sunk the tip of the flag deeper into the ground, before grabbing the sword off his back, and bringing it forward.

"Ha, what use is a dead sword to you?" Ulster smirked.

"I am the bone of my sword." Scythe chanted as he held his whip to the hilt of his blade, causing Ulster's eyes to widen in shock. "Steel is my body, and fire is my blood. I have created over a thousand blades. Unknown to death, nor known to life. I have withstood pain to create many weapons, yet, those hands will never hold anything, and so as I pray. UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS. Reveal yourself Grimm Reaper."

A blinding light enveloped the blade of Scythe's weapon, and the whip touching the blade, as the mask began to form on his face once more. The light died down, and Scythe held the two katana's with the color schemes of Kanshou and Bakuya Shirou wielded now connected by a leather rope, with metal tipped tussles on the end of each hilt.

'By holding the whip against the hilt of his blade, he was able to merge it with his weapon's Shikai. But where the hell did he get that zanpakuto from? I thought the only one Emiya had was dead.' Ulster glared.

'It's a shame those gauntlets I had were shattered during training, but they were made of simple iron, I shouldn't be surprised.' Scythe exclaimed taking on a defensive stance.

Ulster took his own stance before lunging at Scythe, disappearing in a flash, before reappearing right in front of him.

Scythe bent backwards evading the thrust from Ulster's weapon, as the spear head only nicked a few hairs. Swinging his arms up, Scythe imbedded the tips of his blades in the ground behind him. Using this to his advantage, Scythe flipped through the air, and kicked Ulster's spear in the air, knocking the lancer off balance, before Scythe kicked him in the stomach, sending him back, and falling to the ground.

The momentum of the kick, caused Scythe to skid back, with his blades digging up the ground, stopping mere inches from one of the unconscious soldier's arms.

(End Song…)

'Damn it, there are too many unconscious people here for me to go all out.' Scythe cursed. 'I'll just have to move this fight somewhere nobody will get hurt.'

Scythe entered his Satan Soul form and lunged at Ulster and body slammed him, while grabbing his in his arms by the waist, and flew off in a random direction before throwing him to the ground in a field with a single abandoned building made of stone, looking more like a cathedral.

"What, not wanting any 'innocent' people to get caught up in our battle?" Ulster questioned as Scythe landed on the empty pedestal devoid of a gargoyle statue above the entrance.

"Not really, this fight is between you and me, not your followers." Scythe exclaimed one of the katana on his back, while the other remained in his hand.

"I'm liking the change in your voice, makes you sound like the demon you are." Ulster smirked. "Kinda ironic really, you know where we are?"

Scythe looked around the empty fields, and around the cathedral, before turning back to Ulster with a glare in his eyes.

"Not really no. Mind enlightening me?" Scythe inquired.

"We're at the cathedral, the church, the demon your mother absorbed, had resided before she was defeated by your mother." Ulster smiled.

Scythe's eyes widened when Ulster said this, but what really caught his attention was how he had said it.

"What did you just say?" Scythe questioned.

"Oops, guess I let the secret slip." Ulster laughed. "Your mother had indeed bested that she-devil so long ago. But she didn't know how to control her Takeover magic, and because of that, I used it to my advantage to drive her and her siblings out of the village. I honestly was surprised that a little girl like her, could best a Century Class Quest monster like that devil woman, in a battle of wills, especially after all the trouble I had gone through to summon her to. Oh well, she saved my soul from being dragged down to hell at least."

Scythe's grip on the pedestal tightened until he crushed the rock in his hand. Removing the other half of his katana from his back, Scythe leapt down at Ulster and swung his blades at the man, cutting off one of the man's arms at the elbow, before kicking him in the chest, knocking him into a tree, and knocking the wind out of him.

"Why the hell would you do something so evil?" Scythe questioned, his hand gripping Ulster's throat.

"The children of Shirou and Rin Emiya, Mirajane was meant to inherit her father's place as head of the village, but I couldn't allow it. She would never have agreed to my mission."

"The mission of ruling this world with an iron fist?" Scythe inquired glaring at him.

"We Grail Warriors and the descendants of our bloodlines, are gods walking among this world. We have power far greater than you could ever dare to imagine." Ulster croaked out. "Something you'll never live to see or experience."

Scythe was about to run his sword through when he felt Gáe Bolg pierce his back, separating two of his vertebra. Falling to the ground, Scythe was motionless from the waist down, with the spear still in his back, as he tried to pick himself up with his arms.

"Now do you see what I mean?" Ulster questioned, picking up his severed arm. "I studied under Lord Zeref himself, he saw our potential, but Emiya and the others were content squandering it away, but I wasn't I knew we were destined for greatness." He smiled reattaching his arm. "So he made me one of his books, giving me this perfect immortal body, you can cut off my limbs, all you want, they'll just reattach themselves in time. But the only issue is my head, when that's severed, I'm done for, well, that is until I bring myself back at the library of Zeref."

"You're a monster." Scythe growled, the mask disappearing with his Satan Soul, revealing his face in a mixture of pain and being pissed off. "You're no hero, not anymore. You're a demon."

"I am a God." Ulster stated, driving his spear deeper within Scythe's back, causing him to scream in pain.

"If you're one of the books of Zeref, then I'm to assume you have an Etherion form right?" Scythe questioned, holding himself up by the arms as Ulster removed his spear from his back.

"Oh indeed I do. You're smart for a dead boy." Ulster smirked as his body began to grow, a dark aura surrounding him as he changed. "Consider this a parting gift, since you will die here and now."

Scythe turned himself over on his back, painfully lying there as he witnessed Ulster's transformation, as the demons shadow loomed over him.

Ulster now stood towering over Scythe, larger than Hercules in terms of height, his suit open at the elbows and knees, as he had bone blades sticking out from them. Along his spine were curved vertebra spikes, lined in blue. His hands now only had three fingers, with his feet having the same amount of toes, while his spear merged with his right arm. His face was wider and his jaw grew mandibles, with three horns sticking out of the top of his head.

"Now you die." Ulster shouted thrusting his right arm at him.

The spear was stopped by a large stone like hand with a tight grip, as a club came swinging out of nowhere and hit Ulster in the chest, knocking him back into the entrance to the cathedral, causing it to collapse.

"Berserker." Ulster growled picking himself up.

Hercules didn't respond with words, only a roar of rage as he was in berserker mode, standing over Scythe with a defense of a king lion defending a member of his pride.

Still in his shock Scythe didn't realize as two large hands grabbed him by the shoulders until he was dragged off to the foliage behind.

"Iskandar?" Scythe questioned seeing the King of Warriors.

"Hey boy, some of us thought you could use a hand. What the hell is that thing you're fighting, did you already kill Ulster?" Iskandar asked setting him down and turning him over gently.

"That thing is Ulster, he served under the Dark Wizard Zeref, and was made into one of his books." Scythe explained with a grunt of pain as he was flipped over. "That's his Etherion form."

"My word, does this man have no honor or self-respect?" Iskandar asked keeping watch as another person came to do their work.

"Grandma?" Scythe asked, recognizing the feel of those hands.

"Hi sweetie, hold still, I'm going to use some magic to reconnect your nerves, bypassing the normal laws of biology." Rin exclaimed removing her pendant from her neck. 'The Celestial Spirit King recharged this for me, and told me it was only good for one use, I've been saving it for something serious, and this qualifies. But once it's used, it can never be recharged again, oh well, guess I should leave a family heirloom behind for Scythe.'

"Grandma what are you doing?" Scythe asked as Rin put the pendant around his neck, before a flash of red light enveloped him.

In the battle field, Berserker was at a standoff with Ulster, as they clashed weapons. Berserker was beginning to run out of steam, true his Noble Phantasm was still active, but without the grail's power to sustain him, it drained his energy three times faster.

Berserker landed a hit on Ulster's face, before it was returned tenfold, and he was sent to the ground, with Ulster's spearhead in his face.

"Any last words you mongrel?" Ulster questioned inching the weapon's blade closer.

A flash of red light caught Berserker's attention, causing him to smile as he exited berserker mode, breathing heavily.

"I got nothing to say, but he's got plenty." Hercules smiled.

Ulster looked up just as Scythe came running at him, with both his blade, lit with crimson fire and royal blue lightning.

"Lightning-Flame-Deity-SMASH." Scythe shouted, sending two wing shaped waves of lightning and fire at Ulster, hitting him directly in the chest. "Lightning-Flame-Iron-Deity-SMASH." He shouted kicking Ulster in the side of the head, both his feet covered in obsidian black metal, crimson fire, and royal blue lightning.

"How can this be, how are you still walking?" Ulster questioned picking himself up before seeing the ruby pendant around his neck.

"You claim yourself to be a god among men in this world? Well that's fine by me." Scythe stated his knuckles cracking while his hand remained open; his blades back to being as one, and on his back. "Because my magic, is designed to slay gods."

"You cocky little brat." Ulster shouted dashing towards him.

"Venom-Iron-God…" Scythe began, a black mist surrounding his hand and arm as it became covered in metal, cocking it back in anticipation. With his free hand, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out Jack's knife she left him, and flung it into his hand ready for the attack. "SMASH." Scythe shouted thrusting the blade forward, imbedding it into Ulster's torso as he used his own momentum against him, digging his entire hand into Ulster's body, seeping the poison into him directly with no chance of retrieving an antidote, or creating one, in time.

"So… cough-cough-cough… you really are Emiya's grandson." Ulster coughed as he spit up blood, his body reverting to normal.

"They cared about you, y'know." Scythe exclaimed as Ulster slumped over his shoulder. "They were heartbroken when you tried to kill them."

"Tried?" Ulster questioned.

"Your poison didn't work on them. Their mortal bodies were already dying of disease, one that could not be cured. The poison actually helped them to stay alive a few days longer, as it burnt itself out with some of the disease." Scythe explained, remembering the story Shirou told him of their deaths.

"I see…" Ulster said, coughing as the poison was reaching his heart. "So in the end, my plan was never going to work."

With that, Ulster slid off Scythe's shoulder, his body falling to the ground, lifeless, but surprisingly, a hint of a smile on his lips, as Scythe just stood there, staring at the Cathedral of where this entire mess all began.

"Scythe, are you okay?" Rin asked putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine." Scythe exclaimed. "How are you in this world Grandmother? I thought you said you couldn't survive out here without a body?"

"I'm in a sort of temporary body, made of artificial flesh. The pendant though, is real, I took it off before inhabiting this body, and put it back on before I came out here with Hercules and Iskandar."

"I see." Scythe sighed, pulling a flare gun out of his bag. "I'll alert the Rune Knights to move in, you three should go back to the Armory." He said raising the gun up in the air.

"Alright sweetie." Rin sighed before hugging him. "I'm so proud of you. I know it must have been hard taking another human's life, but…"

"Ulster wasn't human Grandma. He lost his humanity, the moment Zeref agreed to train him." Scythe exclaimed firing off the flare gun.

Rin sighed and nodded her head, the three former Grail Servants disappearing in beams of light.

"I'll see you at Thanksgiving." Rin smiled before disappearing completely.

Scythe sighed and put the flare gun back in his bag, before hoisting Ulster onto his shoulder, and trekking his way back to the village square, finding the Rune Knights worked fast, with Org directing them on what to do.

"Scythe, I'm glad to see you're still alive. You've completed the job, as promised, the jewels will be placed into your account." Org said before noticing Ulster's body. "Did you kill this man in self-defense?" He questioned.

"Ulster wasn't a human sir." Scythe exclaimed dropping the body on the ground. "He's a demon from the Library of Zeref."

"He what?" Org asked in disbelief.

"When my grandparents had founded this village, he found Zeref and made a deal with him, he was trained by the Black Wizard, and then turned into a demon, by Zeref's hand." Scythe continued. "He then proceeded to carry out his plan on taking over the village, but first he had to drive my mother out, and used the fact she couldn't control her magic yet as her being a demon. From there he took over as leader and began to form his army."

"I see." Org said, closing his eyes. "I shall discuss this matter immediately with the other members of the council, but until then, go home, and get some rest, it's been three days since you started this quest."

"Hold up, what's the date today?"

"October 8th, why?"

"Crap, it's the day of the concert, and I promised Wendy I'd go with her straight from her guildhall." Scythe exclaimed summoning his bike and helmet from the Celestial Armory. "I gotta get to the Cait Shelter guild fast." He stated putting his helmet on, and speeding off down the path. Thankfully there was a shortcut through the mountains to the village where the Cait Shelter guild resides.

~Cait Shelter Guild with Wendy~

"Oh, I wonder where he is." Wendy questioned waiting at the front of the guild, wearing a pair of shorts similar to the ones her favorite singer Akali wears during concerts, with a tank top, white gold chain, which she bought after saving up months of job pays, a leather bracelet with spikes, and a slim leather jacket, with her hair done up in a ponytail.

"Don't worry young one. I'm sure this young man you said you had a date with will be here shortly." An elderly man wearing a chieftain headdress and garments, said coming out of the guilds doors. "He should be here to pick you up soon shouldn't he?"

"Yeah, it's a two hour walk to where the concert is, and a six-hour train ride from Magnolia to here." Wendy exclaimed. "He should be here soon though."

"What's that sound?" The elder asked as the sound of an engine revving was heard, coming straight to the guildhall.

Wendy and the elder looked around before seeing a motorbike heading for them, with a weapon wielding rider piloting it.

"Are we under attack?" Wendy questioned.

Before the chieftain could call for help from the other guild members, the motorbike turned to its left, and skid to a halt, stopping a couple feet away from them both. When the dust cleared, the driver removed his helmet to reveal it was Scythe.

"Sorry if I'm late, I had a job that I just finished and lost track of time." Scythe exclaimed before noticing their looks of shock. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You have a motor bike?" Wendy questioned.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, built it myself, nice huh?" Scythe smiled.

"Wait a second, you're covered in the stench of blood." Wendy gasped, seeing all the dried blood that was on his clothes. "Come inside quickly I can treat you."

"I'm fine Wendy." Scythe chuckled.

"Young man, I insist you come in so she can look you over, I'll have the finest seamstress in our guild patch up your clothing, and have the blood stains removed." The guild said.

"Well, can't really refuse an order from the guild master." Scythe sighed propping the stand on his bike, and following them in.

Once inside, Scythe sent his weapon back to the Celestial armory, and was taken to the back room, where he was asked to remove his clothing when he was given a pair of their native clothes to change into.

"Just sit on the bed, Wendy will come by in five minutes, we'll retrieve your damaged clothes then." The guild master stated.

Giving a sigh of defeat, Scythe changed into the pants that they had given him, which honestly reminded him of the pants Raijin wears, and sat on the medical bed, waiting for Wendy to come by and give him a checkup.

"You know, we're supposed to be on our way to a concert right now, don't you?" Scythe chuckled, as someone stepped through the curtain.

"I know, but you seem to be one of the most reckless people I have ever met." Wendy sighed as she began to examine him. "Given how I'm treating your wounds every time we meet."

"What's with the sewing kit?" Scythe questioned.

"I'm a bit low on magic energy right now as I recently got back from a job myself." Wendy explained. "So if you have any serious injuries, I'm gonna have to mend them the old fashioned way, until I can use my magic on them."

"You're not really going to find anything but a few scars on me." Scythe smiled before flinching in pain as Wendy pressed his side, revealing a gash he hadn't noticed.

"Then what's this?" Wendy questioned.

"Damn, Ulster must have nicked my side without me noticing when I gave him the final strike." Scythe groaned as Wendy put disinfectant on it.

"Ulster, you mean the leader of the village that's a five hour walk over the mountains?" Wendy asked sterilizing the needle as she sat on her legs on the medical bed behind Scythe. "Why would he hurt you?"

"Petunia Village, was the village my mother was born in. Turns out I'm not actually adopted by her." Scythe chuckled.

"Did she kidnap you?" Wendy asked as she began to stitch the wound.

"No she didn't kidnap me. Turns out I'm actually blood related to her." Scythe sighed.

"How so?" Wendy asked.

"Well, when she was fourteen, she was on her first S-Class quest, and at the end of it, she was kidnapped, and her body was used to conceive a weapon, just as strong as Acnologia." Scythe exclaimed, feeling Wendy hesitate hearing that name. "I was that weapon. But she was saved, by a village that was only a half hour's walk away from Petunia village."

"Metalica." Wendy gasped.

"Yep. She spent nine months in that village and left me there with a family who cared for me until I was kidnaped by Grimoire Heart, and the village was mascaraed." Scythe explained. "I was a test subject, even from before I was conceived, and Grimoire Heart just forced my slayer magic to mature faster, and into something more powerful than an Etherion Dragonslayer."

"An Etherion Godslayer." Wendy stated in understanding. "You were five at the time weren't you?"

"Yeah, believe it or not that was…"

"Nearly eight months ago, I know. I remember seeing you running around the ledge of the fountain like you were doing parkour." Wendy smiled. "I was in the village for a bit taking care of some trade business for the master."

"You saw that?" Scythe chuckled. "How embarrassing."

"What happened to cause you to become the teen you are now?" Wendy questioned.

"Hades, Master of Grimoire Heart, used the Demon Heart, a book from the Library of Zeref, to forcefully accelerate my aging, until he stopped me at fourteen." Scythe sighed. "The effects are irreversible, and there's no hope of me returning to my actual age."

"Do you want to?" Wendy asked putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Honestly? No, I don't. Going from a toddler to a teen in a matter of minutes made me realize something." Scythe smiled, putting his hand on hers. "I'm better off being who I am now, because it means I can protect those I care for better than I ever could as a toddler."

"I see." Wendy smiled resting her head on the back of his neck. "So what now?"

"Now, we go to the concert, you'll need a helmet for my bike of course." Scythe smiled standing up.

"You never finished explaining why Ulster from Petunia would want to hurt you." Wendy chuckled.

"Oh yeah. Well to make a long story short, my grandfather was the founder of the village, and after he and my grandmother passed, Ulster used my mom's own magic against her, and drove her out of the village, to which he proceeded to build an army, which became large enough to overthrow the Kingdom of Clover. My job, was to destroy it from the inside, but things went wrong, and I ended up gutting him." Scythe explained putting on the spare shirt in his bag.

"Why would you do that?" Wendy gasped.

"Before my grandparents passed away, he trained under the tutelage of Zeref, and become a demon book from the Library of the Dark Wizard." Scythe stated. "He wasn't human, so I was within my rights. The law states that any confirmed Demons spotted, must be killed on sight, if proven to be a threat. Given that he tried to murder me a couple times, and he was planning on overthrowing the kingdom of Fiore's king, I'd say he was a threat."

"Phew, for a second there I thought you had taken a human life." Wendy sighed in relief. "Still though, he seemed like a good person whenever I went there."

"It was all an act to keep suspicion off of him. The Magic Council wasn't fooled though, and gave me this job, and said that if I completed it, I'd be given the title of S-Class, and put on the list of candidates for a spot as a Wizard Saint." Scythe smiled.

"That's incredible." Wendy cheered.

"Now what's say we get going?" Scythe smiled.

"Alright." Wendy stated following Scythe out the door.

Little to their knowledge, the guild master was waiting outside the opposite entrance to the infirmary, and stepped through with a stern, yet determined look on his face.

"He shall be the one, to destroy Nirvana. I know he will."