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Makluan: Nope. He summoned Kingu who's pretending to be Enkidu who's pretending to be Kingu pretending to be Kingu.

"I've always wanted a son… I thought I could do better than him- than them."

I correct, finger tracing the can's lid lazily. "I wanted Peace, and for a while, I genuinely believed strength and cruelty were the only ways to get it. I fought and took and claimed, yet in the end I found no satisfaction. Ironic, but the stronger I become- the more successful I grow, the clearer it is the gaping hole within my chest can never be filled. When I look inside, it's not a person I saw. There wasn't even a speck of light."

Teeth clenched, I take a swig- to help my parched throat perhaps? Or maybe it's just to cover up the vulnerability I feel. "My mother made it crystal clear why she married my dad, even told me it's my fault she couldn't get re-married once." A dry chuckle bursts through my lips. "Apparently I was quite the hassle as a fetus. My birth's rather violent and afterwards, she can no longer get pregnant."

It didn't matter she was pretty or slim.

No man worth their salts wanted to marry a woman who couldn't help them continue the family name. "Then, my Hero left. My dad took off, claiming he's going to return and make it all better. I waited and waited, even begging him to return if it's too difficult." My head sways as I swallow the bitterness on the roof of my mouth. Is it my feelings, I wonder? Or is it the beer? "I learnt he got together with another 30 years old when he's away. Bastard raised her kids, while his own languished in poverty and misery."

My grip on the can tightens, though I'm able to keep lid on my rising emotions.

"I blame myself for both of their problems, not because I sincerely thought it was my fault…

It was just what I kept being told until I had no choice but to believe it."

A violent burst of rage courses through me. "When I first came here- when I first found myself in this body, I was so hopeful. But it was far too late. I was no longer the child I was- one who'd sit and wait for the next Episode of DBZ- who'd cheer when the Heroes won… And then I grew up. I realized the good and kind do not win.

Slowly, my mentality twisted to embody what I've been taught, yet parts of me- deep down, yearn for something more.

It yearns for something sincere and good.

But people do not want sincerity and goodness.

They may claim they do, but they don't.

All they see are benefits.

The kind are called stupid; the good busybodies. Those with dreams and hopes are beaten and battered until there's nothing left- taken advantages of then discarded when they are no longer of use. I have abandoned my convictions; my principals- everything, yet it continues to demand more. Never again… I won't let the world take what little I have left- what little I still care about, and right now? That ' little' is my family. They'll despise me, I know.

But better they hate me, than remain lifeless corpses." The guilt I feel slowly dissipates as my eyelids close, distancing myself from the moment. Once they open again, it will not be Leonis who lurk behind those emerald depths, but a Demon who seeks only to annihilate and subjugate all for his benefits. "Better the World, than I."

Perhaps, Gil has sensed the wrongness within my movements, because she hurriedly retreats to a safer distance. It won't make a difference, not against a Deity whose Authorities lie in the Space-Time continuum. "I'm sorry–"

Swallowing my hesitation, I envelop the Golden Queen in a makeshift Bounded Field.

She tries to activate [Gate of Babylon, but at the end of the day, the Noble Phantasm is merely a separate Dimension containing all of Mankind's greatest creations. Other Deities may struggle facing it, not me. "But I can't have you working against me in the background." To reveal the Age of Gods, the Era of Men must end, which is something Gilgamesh will never allow. Regardless of her affection, our interests directly oppose one another's.

"Maybe, a Phoenix will rise from the ashes."

The Sky darkens and thunders according to my Will, whilst Gil continuously slams against the flickering Barrier.

"Maybe a brighter future lies ahead, but knowing how they are- how Humanity is… I doubt it." May the World tremble at my feet, for I'm most certainly not the merciful God they were expecting. "Leonis!"

"Now… Time to make a Wish."

— False Sovereignty —

[Magic Resistance] is a tricky thing to sidestep. A Servant with said Skill can not be affected by Curses or Illusion, both of which are his Class Card's specialties.

Needless to say, a Saber Class Servant's the worst possible matchup for Laufey, hence why he was forced to fork up a fifth of his resources in order to secure the Mystic Code.

Mankind's history is littered with cautionary tales of Witches and Warlocks who would put unsuspecting people within inescapable loops until they either died of starvation or grew too exhausted to put up a fight. Such tactic would not have worked on King Arthur- Or is it Queen Artoria(?), not without this quaint Rubik's Cube at the least. Its creation's inspired by his father, who rules the Space-Time continuum with the same iron-fist he does the Tower.

It's not even complicated either, the Cube's entire principal revolves around Space and by bending- molding to connect the Beginning to the End, he is able to create something which resembles a bubble within Reality. Compared to Reality Marbles or Marble Phantasms, it is undoubtedly far less impressive, but the Freys has never aimed for impressiveness to begin with.

For Laufey, this isn't a testament to his skill as a Magus; it is merely a mean to an end- a way to keep the Queen imprisoned while the Fates weave their webs. "Now that the wheels are in motion…" He reveals a devilish smirk, one he's adopted from Leo, then silently twists the Cube with his elongated nails. "I suppose it won't hurt to set you free."

The Freys bows- his sleeves billowing in the wind and hushed whispers, carried by the wind with a hint of derision, reach Artoria's ears. "My sincerest apology, your… Majesties."

The Amazonian Queen howls and rages, listening to the familiar voice. Artoria herself is no different, though her reaction's far calmer. Smacking her lips in a manner which is totally unbecoming of her Title, the Once and Future King rests the Hope-made-Sword by the side of her waist, and yells. "Laufey Freys, why are you doing this.. ? What exactly do you have to gain by betraying Leonis? Just whose side are you on? ANSWER ME!"

Silence greets her, and for a moment, she thinks he's already gone, until– "This is for him. It's for my father and the World as well. He has grown feeble and weak-minded; that deep well of rage emptied by guilt… It is only a matter of time before the sharks start to circle him similar to what they're doing to the Bluebloods. You're born to a Golden Spoon, he crawled his way to Supremacy through his own efforts–"

A layer of the World's peeled off to reveal the Freys- his clothes billowing in the raging winds. "What do you know of sufferings, O'Great King of Knights? You were destined to rule. I cannot bear it- I cannot bear to watch him fall prey to these- these ANIMALS!"

The frustration in his eclipses both Artoria's own and Penthesilea's rage. "Such is the way of the World- those who are good die; while evil continues to thrive…" The façade of civility and calm slides on the Freys' face as easily as he breathes. "Such is the World we are left with."

She wants so desperately to deny his words, yet Artoria's voice fails her. "Do you think Leo will thank you?" He laughs, head thrown back as if having heard the greatest joke. "No… No, I do not think so, but I have never needed his thank to begin with. I only want him to live- to reshape the World in his image. Nothing else matters–"

The Freys' descent to madness seems to strike a chord within her as his silhouette begins to overlap with… Another.

Billowing cloths turn to broken chest-plate, Mirror becomes Sword. It's like she is looking at Mordred again. "In fact–" His voice lowers as he puts a palm over his heart, a complicated mixture of resignation and satisfaction creeping on his expression. "I've never even planned to live past the Grail War. He'll need our Mana to accomplish his Wish anyway."

"No."

Artoria whispers.

"STOP!"

Unfortunately, there's no stopping him. 'Sorry, Tamamo. But a good husband or a filial son, I can only choose one.'

Eyes closing shut, a smile graces his face. ' It's alright, Danna-sama… Whatever your decision is, I'll support you always.'

And thus ends the tale of an angry- abused young man, a bloody hole forms over his chest as Laufey plummets to the ground in a blazing ball like a comet. The stunning ensemble which once adorned the Freys bursting in a cloud of blue particles. By the time Laufey lands- by the time Artoria and Penthesilea arrive…

All that is left is a wide-eyed and lifeless corpse. Usually, she isn't one to curse, for such vulgarity does not befit someone of her station, but even as… Detached from her emotions as she is, the King of Knights- for the first time in her existence- cannot help but feel the urge to curse.

Perhaps Leo has influenced her too much. "Darn it." Unable to hold it in, Artoria lets loose a cuss, albeit a pretty tamed one, as she takes Laufey's corpse in hands, cradling him on her lap.

The man- the boy- for that's what he is, is not a good person, of that the Artoria has no doubt, still the uncanny resemblances he bears with her daughter brings about a surge of turbulent emotions within the Once and Future King. For the first time, she allows herself to feel pity and sympathy for people like him, and it hurts. She wants dearly to shut the door on these feelings; lock it and throw away the key, but– "How can I ignore such tragedies?"

How she wishes to meet Mordred again;

To hold the Half-Homunculus in her arms and apologize;

"I'm sorry."

But all she can do is apologize to him, imagining in her mind Laufey's soulless form is a certain blonde's. Meanwhile, the demonized Amazonian Queen can only stand to the side, silently gazing upon their knelt silhouettes.

That is how Enkidu discovers the three, or rather two. "Lady Pendragon, are you well?" Hand settling on her armored shoulder, the Servant questions in a worried tone. Personally he does not see the appeal, but both Gil and his Master appear to care a great deal about the fabled King of Knights. "I- I'm fine." Artoria gingerly touches her face, only to realize she has shed a tear or two. Handling the corpse with care, she gestures to the other Servants. "How's Leonis?"

Hurriedly wiping the droplets from her face, Artoria attempts to change the subject.

Luckily for her, neither of the Servant wants to intrude on what they believe is a personal moment- one's consumed by madness; and the other simply doesn't care. "Master isn't doing well, I'm afraid." The sadness on Artoria's face is instantly wiped clean, replaced by the usual seriousness. "What happened?"

"Lady Tohsaka has been killed by her Servant, who turned out to be a Counter Guardian–"

It's not like the King of Knights hasn't experienced loss. Such a thing is a part of warfare, but she's nevertheless shocked. "What?!" And to make it worse, for some reasons, she has a feeling the bad news haven't ended yet. "Lady Shiro's child was also poisoned. The… Prince's gone… The news were too much for him, Master has passed out so it's up to me to locate you two. May I ask, what took place here?"

"Lord Freys–"

Calling the boy by his official Title is the least she can do, despite all his faults.

The King of Knights contemplate giving Enkidu a short summary, but then quickly decides against it. There are better things to concern herself with… Although she does not doubt Lancer, who has been nothing but the perfect Servant thus far, the King doesn't want to leave Leonis alone when he's in a vulnerable state.

Besides the fact he may do something excessive out of grief, her fellow King must've been exhausted after recent battles. He will be an easy-target should an enemy stumble upon him right now. Shaking, she answers.

"Never mind, I'll explain later. Let us leave."

— False Sovereignty —

"There's no other way…"

I mumble as though to convince myself- to dissipate the guilt holding my heart in a tight grip, arms carrying the broken Lesser Grail. While I was passed out, the Martyrs had made it crystal clear they're not as understanding as Angra.

'The ultimate Monkey's paw', they had called the Grail- a naked threat if I ever saw one.

No matter how specific I am, chances are they will find a way to twist my Wish to their heart's desire.

Rather than sacrificing Sakura- risking fates worse than Death upon my family, I may as well sacrifice the world, then if need be, I shall take my own life to atone for my sins. It is what I deserve. Still, the Wish's necessary. Powerful as I am, I simply cannot fight the whole world at the moment, a fact which may change if I get the Power-Boost All The World's Evils provide. Teleporting to where the Ritual is set, I coat the whole Temple using my Mana, ripping it out of the ground.

I do not have much time left to locate all the Servants, not while Illya's body continues to leak magicules like a broken faucet. Instead of transporting the surviving contestants, I may as well take the whole Ritual with me. Turning my palm, a Star Gate drops out of a Rift. "It should work…" Without my [God's Core, it would not have been possible, [Spatial Expansion] would have destabilized the Gate too much, but now it's a different story.

Activating the Star Gate, I forcefully widen the entrance- tearing a hole in Space and flinging both myself and the plot of land inside. The trip is far shorter than my last where I happened to chance upon an idle O'Dimm.

It is for the best, I do not wish to owe the Merchant anything.

"Well… Well! Look at you!"

'Speak of the Devil…'

The thought courses through my brain. "Minor Godhood already?"

Wearing a sleazy expression, the Man of Glass stands before the planet and I, arms clasped behind his back. "O'Dimm…"

Normally, I would've started throwing threats left, right and center, but I'm well-aware of my ability.

Gaunter O'Dimm is definitely not an opponent I can face, not right now. Still, the anxiousness that seems to have taken complete hold helps me ignore the fear I'm feeling. Even though he feels like an Infernal Oblivion to my senses, in comparison to the terror of failing my family, it is nothing. "You know why I'm here…" His gaze turns to the levitated patch of land behind me… "Indeed, I do."

"Are you going to stop me?"

I don't know what I'll do if that were the case. [Future Calculation] has proven useless when used on someone of his caliber too. 'I guess I'll have to make a deal anyhow.'

Contrary to my expectations, O'Dimm does not seem interested in a Demonic Deal. Odd, given what little I know of him.

"No… You are free to enter. Consider this a–" He trails, caressing the stubbles on his chin. "A token of friendship of sort."

I narrow my eyes, 'What game is he playing?' I don't believe his words for a second. There is a chance he sympathizes with my plight, but that chance is so low I may as well be zero. "But, a word of advice, your Majesty–"

He bows almost as if to mock my worries. "Be careful, lest you lose track of who you are. I've seen many men like yourself, and it rarely turns out well."

'Then why are you helping me?'

I want to ask, but bite my tongue out of fear the Devil will retract his offer.

Like the old saying goes: 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.'

"Then you have my thank." Instead, I bow humbly. What's my ego compared to what I have to lose? "Don't worry about it." O'Dimm smirks, adding with a wink after a brief pause, his tone lighthearted. "Just don't forget who your friends are."

"I won't." I reply, knowing he will probably never get to cash in this little favor. "Oh, and–"

I stop dead in my track hearing him, heart beating wildly under my ribcages as O'Dimm lazily snaps his fingers. Illya's body instantly bursts into flame, yet before I can muster up a curse, the fire subsided and reveals a beautiful Grail in her place. "There, I just fixed your little problem. You will still have to provide Mana in order to activate the Artifact though."

Okay… Now I'm really starting to worry.

"What's the catch?"

He shrugs. "I already told you, none."

My brows pinch, but I dare not dawdle any longer. Landing in a crouch, I teleport to a hillside near Novigrad, hauling alongside the mountain.

The tethers to Servants and Class Cards are gone- cut off by the incredible distance I have put between them. The Holy Grail tries still to reestablish a connection, but it is not a Noble Phantasm- merely a creation of mortal men. As complex as the Grand Ritual is, at its core it is a miss-match of lower aspects of the five True Magics. It simply cannot compare to a Noble Phantasm in term of Conceptual Weight, only in term of versatility.

Taking a moment to catch my breath and preparing myself for the Wish, I shut my eyes. "This has to be done. It has to." I repeat like a mantra, before teleporting in the cavern where the Ritual's set in. I watch as the tethers reach across this Earth in search of the Masters and Servants, until they helplessly settle upon me. The Grail pulses once more, greedily sucking in this New World's abundance of Mana, but it isn't enough.

It'll probably take half a decade without interweaving Leylines to support it, which is where I come in. "Alright…" I put my hands on the Grail, quickly accessing the seemingly depthless Well of Mana I've managed to save up throughout the years. "[Energy Storage]!" Mana surges through the intricate, intersecting web of Magic Circuits hidden under my skin, pouring into the greedy Grail that devours all of it without a single magicule left.

By the time I'm done, I feel utterly drained- my appendages shaking and shivering, my face paling by several shades and dipping in the unhealthy category, but seeing the Grail glow a stunning gold renews my Hope. Even though ghostly, fiendish apparitions cling to its surface, howling and taunting, I see naught but Hope- Hope that my family may be saved… Then, that glimmer swallows me whole.

I open my eyes to find myself in a beautiful clearing. Although, it'd have been much prettier without the bottomless pit which seems to spill foul black sludge everywhere- withering and destroying all near it. "I know you are watching! Stop dilly-dallying and get out here!" On cue, haunting laughter reverberates as the Sun that once shone so blindingly, darkens in an instant. From the pit, one- two- three- a never-ending ghosts crawl out, each more deformed than the last.

Then, they converge- sucked into one being whilst Angra hovers behind me, a frown on his face. Weird, I thought he'd happy. He is about to be free from the fate forced unto him, after all.

' So it's finally over.' It could just be my imagination, but I'll swear I detect a hint of sadness in his voice. The Amalgamation resembling Illya, if she had been in the hands if sadistic killers, greets me with steely eyes. " You know what to do… Betray us–"

"And you'll make me regret my decision. I know." It smiles, its wide grin appears both innocent and simultaneously incredibly off-putting. "Give me the World's Evils." Its smirk stretches to its ears. " As you wish, Victor! No backsie!"

It adds- taunts more like. " I'm so–"

Angra starts, yet before he has the chance to finish, dark tar slides off of him, interrupting his words. "– Sorry, Leonis." For the first time since we have met- in the decade, give or take a few years, we have accompanied one another, the Daemon sounds normal- human, I dare say… "Free… We are free at last!"

The other Martyrs screech happily, each and every single one erupting with utter joy as they quickly regain individuality. I turn to Angra, my throat choked with emotions. He too will leave me now… I knew this day would come, but I– I had thought it'd have taken longer- even trying my best to ignore it, but there's no running from reality. All good things must come to an end… All dreams, regardless of how beautiful, shall end.

I knew and yet… "So this is it."

"This is it." He repeats after me, a hint of nostalgia to his tone. "Thank you… For treating me like an actual person. I know we fought a lot during the last ten years, but–"

"Shut up." I glare, an ugly smile brimming on my lips. "Just what kind of crybaby shit are you spewing? Just go… Go and enjoy your Afterlife already." For the first time, I will genuinely be alone.

"I'll be okay."

My words ring hollow to my ears as they do his, but sometimes the best thing you can do for somebody is let them go. He has suffered for the equivalent of an eternity, it is time he gets to rest. The other Martyrs have long left, leaving only us two in the Dimension. 'Good, I don't want anybody seeing me like this.'

Walking away from the… Former Daemon, I bite back the tide of emotions. No tear shall be shed today, I won't allow it.

Instead of waiting for it to come, I decide to take the active approach and… Well, approach the World's Evils, which has since collapsed in a singular, ominous point.

I need not the Awareness the Elder Blood affords me to sense Angra's hesitation, but eventually he takes off too, 'Like everyone else has or will.' Bitterness wells up within my chest- a suffocating thing that hatefully pulses along with my heartbeats. "Goodbye, brother." I will miss you…

The malevolent, violet Black Hole hums excitedly, as if it can't contain its enthusiasm any longer, and the closer I am, the more violent it seems to grow, like a starved beast smelling delectable meat. "C'mon then." The words are said in hushed whispers, yet I raise my voice forcefully- a hopeless attempt gather courage. 'What shall remain of me after I allow it to take root, I wonder?' I ask myself, not at all liking the answer my mind conjures up.

"Dammit! What're you waiting for?! I'm here, aren't I?!"

This time, it no longer waits, shifting into a dark tornado that sends destructive ripples across the Space surrounding it through sheer malice. It slithers towards me, reducing all within sight to ashes.

The World- the Dimension we are in crumbles within an instant, revealing the endless Cosmos, yet the Stars themselves seem to dim out of fear. Each of those distant Stars are emotions- what little innocence I still have left, and watching them burn out must be one of the hardest thing I've ever been forced to endure. "This must be done."

Then, it begins. The Evils rush upon me, rending my flesh- draining my Light whilst I grapple with the unimaginable agony.

[Authorities Gained: Evil]

'What's that?'

[God's Core: Undergoing Modifications]

'What is this… Pathetic screen before us?'

[Title Achieved: God of Evil]

'Why are we doing this?'

Everywhere, evils are being committed, Humanity's sinful acts and desires converging into a single being- an unstoppable, turbulent torrent. Somewhere, a mother's crying for her deceased child; and in another corner, one is selling her flesh and blood for but a few dimes.

[Title Achieved: Beast VIII]

In one Castle, a King's raping several servant girls- most of whom were forced into servitude to curry political favors or repay a debt; while in another, a Queen spills their blood in a hope of mending the damages Time has done unto her.

' Such… Sinful creatures–'

One thing seems to be a common factor amongst them: Excuses. Some claim they've been saints all their lives, hence it is only right and just they get to let loose. Others believe it is their duty to… Educate the mass, simply for the virtue of being born from the right seed and cunt; then there are those who think of Life as their servants, who impose torments upon any whom they can- it gives them satisfaction to see people suffer like them.

[Title Achieved: Embodiment of Evil]

Even the so-called Good, regardless of their initial moral virtues, are destined to be twisted.

' If they are virtuous, then I must be God?'

I blink, greeted with the sight of a barren wasteland where nothing can survive, let alone thrive.

' But am I truly evil, if this is the norm?'

Purplish miasma rise to the Heavens, blotting out the Sky. The sight soothes me, eases the burdens they've heaped unto my person, for I embody not just one, but both the victims and perpetrators.

[ No…

I am Good, for I am bearing the brunt of their sufferings by myself;

I am Just, for Vengeance and Justice are merely two sides of the same coin;

I am Righteous, for Strength alone speaks the loudest in a reality of Duality.]

"That is quite enough." Claps sound behind me, and I whirl back- confronted with an Evil that rivals my own, if not greater… Croaking, " hOW?", I question the creature yet- "You've done enough damages, time to go home. Let them deal with you."

I gear up for a fight, but the moment it snaps its gaunt fingers- darkened veins stretching over its almost… Mundane, unassuming visage, I'm flung into a Wormhole.

The next, I find myself in a different world with altered laws of reality, but the maggots are the same.

" eVERYwhere, theY are tHe saMe... How–"

My gaze sweeps across the bustling City, scanning the fleeing humans whose terror is etched on their faces. " WhAt a DeLightful scent of FeAr." I raise my hands, and their creations- their architectures disintegrate.

" I shAlt Be CeRtain to SavOr thIs."